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A) “Are you ready for the story of how we rescued a clown yesterday?” TK asks, sliding his sunglasses from the top of his head down onto his nose.
- Let Me part 8

L) “I’m scared too,” Jonah whispers to his lap. “And angry. Like… all the time.” - Spit of You ch. 2 (and okay I cheated…LIKE)

M) Making a tutting sound, he asks, “Is this how a pet gets off the couch?”
- Let Me part 9

O) “Oh, don’t worry, I will guilt him into self-acceptance soon enough. He folds easily when I’m mad at him for being mad at himself.”

- AFMA ch. 22

S) “Settle.” It’s a single word, but he makes sure it sticks as he presses his lips to the leather around TK’s neck. 
- Smut Week Collab with @sassy-coweyes

T) TK fights the urge to lift his hand to his ear, one acknowledgement of what he’s missing, before he goes back to what he knows as intimately as loneliness.
- agent AU collab with @welcometololaland

Your word is: MINDSET

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spit of you
summary: When Jonah nearly gets arrested, Carlos bails him out. It’s a night Carlos spends reflecting on what it means to be both: a father and a son.

rating: T
word count: 21 600

chapter 2 of 2

Any second, he thinks Jonah will break the silence again, but he doesn’t. Instead, his breath is harsh like an old train’s exhaust, the bobbing knee like a morse code of anxiety. Seeing the fist in Jonah’s lap, Carlos cups it again.

Carlos takes a breath. “Do you want me to tell TK or do you want to do it?”

“Can I do it alone? Just him and me?”

It’s a drop of acid in a wound, but it aches a little less today like Jonah’s earlier words build a protective layer over it.

“Sure,” Carlos says as confidently as he can.

Jonah undoes the seatbelt but hesitates with one hand on the door handle. He stays in the car. “Can I leave out the alcohol?” he asks. “He’ll freak out, and worry, and get quiet. Universe-away kind of quiet.” His voice becomes strained, “Please?”

The last smut week fic collab with @eclectic-sassycoweyes is almost here AHH, but I decided to give you all a bit of very tame Let Me snippet instead to show that this and wolf fic are being worked on <3 also this might be very bad. my brain is weird today, but here goes nothing.

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Carlos squeezes his hand, repeats with the same pressure, “Let me make you lunch.” He phrases it softly, but swallows the ‘please’, can’t bring himself to this vulnerability when he already feels raw asking TK about his meetings. 

TK thankfully doesn’t seem offended, when he relents. “Okay. I’ll be on breakfast duty the next time we both have mornings off then.”

The kitchen feels mostly like Carlos’ domain, even moreso since Sadie poisoned their soups. Suddenly, the idea of providing comes with the sharp tug of safety. For TK, he tells himself, even though his gut knows the knot is his very own too.

Eventually, Carlos has to let go of his own stupid control issues. Today was supposed to be that day. He finds himself failing again.

“Deal.” Carlos swings their clutched hands, uses the momentum to make the next sentence come out casually, “I just want to make sure you’re well fed after morning meetings.”

TK turns to him, eyes unreadable behind the black tinted glasses. He leans in to kiss Carlos’ cheek. “I know, baby. You’re the best.”

There used to be a time Carlos believed it. Now he’s trying, for both their sakes, to find his way back to that assuredness.

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“Grace,” TK whines. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Now she smiles, squeezing his elbow. Only there is something sad in it, something to brace for that he already expected. It gets an extra amount of build up as they finally order, then find as secluded spot by the red feather boa backdrop behind the bar even as they have to balance the myriad of drinks awkwardly as the ice melts and their friends go thirsty.

“You know I’m happy for you,” Grace whispers. “I’ve always been hoping you would find joy outside of this job. You deserve it. I’m not surprised it’s him either.”

“Why?” TK asks, needing to know any morsel of Carlos like he’s asking for air.

“Because you’re both workaholics.”

“Actually, about that…”

Grace interrupts him, face stern. “But if you both are really serious about this, maybe you should ask to be transferred to different partners,” she says. “It’s one thing to be close friends, but if words gets out that you two are dating–”

“We’re not dating. Not yet…well, or ever. We actually haven’t ever seen each other.”

“What?” She yells, and they both grin awkwardly as a server holding canapés turns his head as he passes. Lowering her voice again she says, “And you say he’s ruined you for other men? When you have no idea what he looks like?”

“I don’t know, he has a sexy voice okay?! You can’t tell me I’m vapid now, can you.“ At her continued raised eyebrows, TK relents, "And he’s really caring and passionate…and his laugh, Grace! No one has ever made me feel seen like this before. Which saying it out loud is pretty ironic.”

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Happy Wednesday. Been planning to post teenage Jonah end of August so here is finally more context haha.

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Carlos draws Jonah up by the elbow and helps him pat off the dirt from his pants. They had just bought them in a vintage store last week that made Carlos feel ancient leafing through 90s clothes, but he did love seeing TK in clothes he would have worn as a teenager.

Old habits die screaming, so as Carlos throws the handcuffs back to Stevenson, he asks, “What are the charges?” 

He only notices that he could have asked Jonah when he hears him mumble, “I’m here too.”

Stevenson glances at Jonah first, Carlos second, an eyebrow raised in disapproval. “Jaywalking, trespassing, trying to steal this street sign, and evading arrest.”

Crickets are joined by the sound of clinking, a noise as familiar as putting a hand on Jonah’s shoulder to try and calm his wringing his hands. 

“Trespassing where?” Carlos inquires.

Stevenson rolls his eyes and gestures behind them at the stalks of wheat swaying in the night breeze. “Here.”

“The field?”

“This field has a fence,” Stevenson adds like he’s trying to pierce through someone daft. “It’s private property even if it’s farm land. You should know that, Ranger, or did you forget basic law now that you’re in two belts?”

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“Can we talk?”

It’s all so formal, so different from the way they met: wild beasts cast in moon shade of pines and aspens, and met again shifted to bare bodies in a rusty truck bed. The only wildness surrounding them now is the oak tree whose broad branches caught enough snow to make a shelter for them in the roots.

Carlos watches as TK adds to the small pile of dried sticks in his lap as the silence stretches. Laughter and music trails from inside where Thanksgiving dinner has turned into charades. [redacted]

TK manages a smile when he look up finally and catches Carlos staring, the curve of it tinged with sadness. It’s easier to look at him now, powder blue scarf hiding his neck, with Nancy’s scent covering then tang of medicine.

Carlos knows what TK is about to say, and for all the times he’s been hding emotions in four legs and fur, Carlos uses his sunside tongue and teeth to spare TK that one hurt he can.

“I know you can’t come to [redacted], and I don’t expect you to.”

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I’m just gonna call you mine

@tarlos-smut-week. Day 5: Fantasies 💭 fic collaboration by @emsprovisions and @heartstringsduet

Synopsis: “Oh yes, of course.” Carlos chuckles again. “We’re married for the night.”
Maybe it’s a little confusing - husbands, pretending to be strangers, pretending to be husbands - but it works for them.

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word count | 10.6k words

“Tell me about yourself…?”

“Ángel,” Carlos mutters.

“Mm, damn right you are.”

Carlos rolls his eyes again, but he’s smiling. “We’re really doing this?”

That’s his husband asking, the same man that once got so flustered through a cop roleplay, they ended the night watching Grand Designs instead. But then, TK had giggled through the next roleplay attempt in turnouts he stole from the firehouse, so they’re even. Tonight, TK has two things making him determined. First, he is so horny that he had to pull over on the way here and palm his cock as the fantasy unfolded, and second, it’s actually thrilling to have to work for it. It’s like they’ve borrowed an entire set with this hotel, making it easier to stop being them for the night and be someone else.

TK takes a slow sip from his glass and fixes Carlos with his eyes. “We can do whatever you’re down for, Ángel .”

Trance

@tarlos-smut-week. Day 4: KINK 💤
Summary: They make sure TK is tired. Properly, barely functioning tired.

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word count | 2.2k words
kink: negotiated somnophilia

Carlos’ heart races, sweaty palm coming to his ribcage to feel it first before he carefully drapes it over the same spot on TK’s chest. His heartbeat is even, near slow in comparison to the poundpoundpound of Carlos’.

The sun hasn’t fully risen, but their bedroom has shifted to a deep and dusty indigo that allows Carlos to see that there is no eye movement behind TK’s lids, to watch and feel the even and gentle rise and fall of his ribcage. He’s in deep sleep, no nightmares, or he would move. Ten years of sharing a bed and Carlos knows the most intimate thing about TK’s sleep patterns, the twitch of his eyebrow or nose, the way his mouth falls slack when he enters dreamland, the complete stillness of his limbs that he witnesses right now.

Risk Zone

@tarlos-smut-week. Day 3: AU 🐂
Summary: Sharing a dorm room with your crush-turned-enemy-turned-hook up comes with challenges. This time, each challenge is neatly written down on sticky notes for Carlos to fulfill.

A sort of sequel to Danger Zone, but can be read as a stand-alone.

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The thing is: when he fucks TK extra hard after, he teaches the exact wrong lesson.

Get Carlos riled up, and he will forget to do his homework in the middle of it, will forget that he was about to head to the gym, will forget that they have this unspoken rule about only hooking up every few days. They never discussed it but both settled into this arrangement, like a few days of not coming on or in each other is a safety buffer. Helps not having to use the laundromat even more often at least.

But the first sticky note thrown, well, it leads to the kind of sex that has TK forget his own full name and has him wince every time he sits down in class the day after.

Echoes

@tarlos-smut-week. Day 2: Toys 💧
Summary: Carlos walks into TK’s bathroom to find something big and fire hydrant red stuck to the shower wall. TK graciously agrees to demonstrate its use.

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As TK grips the crimson toy, enveloping the thick girth that the pelt of shower water hasn’t managed to warm up, he is reminded that it’s so obviously an object . It feels weird to stroke this thing, when the real deal is proudly pointing at him from Carlos’ beautiful, inviting body.

As if he can read TK’s mind, Carlos steps closer, then presses the full weight and heat of his dick against TK’s hip. Soapy fingers squeeze his nape in a way that instantly grounds him. 

“Maybe you can do it like you would to me? As if you’re stoking me?” Carlos’ lips brush TK’s earshell on each word. “Like you did when you missed me?” Questionmarks trail off when he seems to notice it takes effect, makes TK shiver. “You know just how to handle me. Show me you do.”

You like it wet, and so do I

@tarlos-smut-week. Day 1: Messy Monday 💧
Summary: There’s plenty of messes they make of and with their bodies. Carlos just didn’t think it could mean this.

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There’s the kind of tears that feed arousal as sharp as cayenne onto Carlos’ tongue. The kind of thick watery filter that wells up in TK’s eyes when he’s exceptionally well-fucked, the kind that turn his dark forest eyes oceanic. The kind that make his voice raspy like a sea breeze around heavy breaths as he gasps for more or curses Carlos for being ‘Too good - Fuck!’

One memorable time, TK’s cheeks were shiny with tears and morning light while he rode Carlos on the floor right inside the doorway. The bruises on Carlos’ back were well worth it. As much as he likes bending TK over, there is nothing more thrilling than to watch every microscopic shift in his face as he falls apart for him, wet all over like Carlos wrings him out.

Moodboard for my Teenage Jonah fic that will be aptly titled: Spit Of You

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Happy Wednesday peeps! A few more days to @tarlos-smut-week AH! Someone asked me to include a jockstrap in one of my smut week fics and who am I to no?

One moment TK’s back is pinned to the curve of the Camaro, the next the world twirls in color. The first thing he notices is heat. His hands catch the fall first, then the heated metal of the hood meets his face as a surprisingly gentle hand on his small back pushes him down. The car might be electric blue, but it feels sun cooked on his skin, more like the bright crimson of the shirt Carlos’ hand fists.

It doesn’t matter.

Let the Camaro boil him if it means getting the best fuck of his life. Yet. The best fuck of his life yet. TK knows it, knows these things before they happen, just like his heart knew Carlos would be the only one to occupy it before TK’s mind had a chance to accept it.

He melts into the boiling metal as Carlos pulls down his pants in a haste, then pauses when TK’s underwear is revealed.

“TK,” Carlos breathes, like a prayer. 

The jockstrap is new and pure white like innocence until Carlos curls a finger under the line that perfectly hugs the curve of his ass – and lets it snap. TK groans, tenses until Carlos repeats the sting on the other cheek.

“Can’t believe you had your ass out like this during the game,” Carlos murmurs right against the mounds of skin the jockstrap frames like a painting. 

“Why?” TK pants. “This is appropriate underwear for sport.” Two sizes too small, bought on the same sex toy website they trust, but whatever.

“Sure.” Carlos’ drawl stops as he scrapes his teeth against the strap, then follows it with his tongue all the way down between TK’s thighs. It makes TK harder, speed up the idle hand, but he truly comes undone when he feels the deep puffs of air at the back of his balls and knows that Carlos lingers, desperate for the scent of him there.

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Happy Sunday! The first part is as good as done, but needs editing and extra eyes. But excited to share the Teenage Jonah fic in August <3

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“They just walked in, dad,” TK says into his phone, before looking up to scan them from head to toe like they returned from battle. His shoulders drop when he doesn’t find wounds. “Yep. All in one piece…Okay…I will. Of course he will. You know how teenagers are. Yes. Okay. Okay, dad. Love you too, bye.”

Carlos is first to approach him, hand on TK’s hip to calm him, lips pressing to his cheeks so he can receive the same level of comfort. “Hey.”

TK’s eyes still won’t rest, going back and forth between them even as he returns the ghost of a kiss. Meanwhile, Jonah sways in place, all attention on Pancake. Before he can take the no-fur bundle further than a few steps to the left, TK shakes his head free from confusion to say, “Wait, where are you going? What is even going on? Why aren’t you at Finn’s? Did you ask Carlos to come pick you up? Are you not feeling well?”

Jonah doesn’t meet TK’s eyes by giving the mewing cat another kiss to its wrinkles. “I was just gonna make sure Chipsy’s water bowl is filled up.”

TK looks to Carlos like he can make sense of how that answered any of his questions. There is no way that Carlos’ face can encompass any of it either.

“I will leave you two to talk,” Carlos decides to say.


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