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Carlos shifts in his seat and scans the bar, trying not to look too antsy. He peeks at his phone- of course, he has shown up too early; he always does. Being early allowed him to spend a few extra minutes in the room to freshen up for the evening and calm his nerves a bit, but still, he had made it to the bar with too much time to spare and now his anxious thoughts were creeping back in.
As he finishes his drink, non-alcoholic, of course, he briefly wonders if his date is already here, watching him, just to make sure he’s not some sort of weirdo. Or even worse if he-
“Hi, Carlos?”
“Hmm? Oh, hey!” Carlos stands and holds his hand out. The other man shakes it, slightly awkwardly, as he tells Carlos his name.
“I’m Tyler.”
“Hi, Tyler,” Carlos pulls the chair next to his out and Tyler thanks him as he sits. “I thought we could have a drink first? Maybe talk a little? Before we go upstairs.”
“Sure, thanks. Whatever you’re having. Please.” Tyler settles in the seat and leans one arm on the table. Carlos gestures to the bartender and two new drinks are set in front of them a minute later.
They finish their drinks as they make polite conversation for a while; they even split a couple of appetizers. Tyler tells some hilarious stories that Carlos is pretty sure are made up, while Carlos avoids answering just about every question Tyler asks.
“I’m sorry, I just don't do this kind of thing often,” Carlos admits softly.
“Often?”
“Okay, ever.”
“So why now?” Tyler asks, genuinely curious.
“I just got transferred to Austin. I-”
“It’s okay, I get it. Living for the job can be lonely. Sometimes you just want to have an actual conversation with someone and share a plate of egg rolls… and sometimes you just need someone to fuck you into the mattress.” Carlos swallows hard as Tyler reaches out and gently squeezes his knee. “You just happened to call someone who is excellent at both.” He gently trails his fingers up along Carlos’ inseam before pausing mid-thigh and raising his eyebrows.
Carlos clears his throat as he sets his glass down a little harder than necessary. “Cocky, are we?”
Tyler gives him a playful grin and bites his lip. “Take me upstairs and find out.”
Carlos huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, even though they both already know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. He stands before pulling out his wallet and dropping a few bills on the table. Carlos makes a beeline for the elevator and Tyler follows closely behind.
They wait side by side in silence; the soft ping of the elevator descending only heightens Carlos’ anticipation. Shifting slightly, Carlos sneaks a peek at his companion as the doors open. They step onto the elevator and Carlos hits the button for the correct floor. As soon as the doors close, he finds himself being backed into the corner and Tyler’s lips on his.
Any protest he could make dies on his lips as Tyler sweeps his tongue into his mouth. His hand comes up, a soft, gentle caress on the side of Carlos’ face. Tyler steps back as the doors open and Carlos pauses, taking a second to adjust his shirt & slacks, and realizing being pinned against the wall did more for him than he’d care to admit.
Carlos leads Tyler to a room at the end of the hallway. He slips the keycard out of his shirt pocket and unlocks the door. Tyler follows him in but doesn’t immediately crowd him; he follows Carlos’ lead as Carlos slips off his shoes and his blazer.
Carlos offers him a drink from the minibar which Tyler declines, opting instead to slip into the bathroom for a moment. Carlos makes his way to the bed while he waits, taking a seat on the edge.
Tyler joins him again a couple of minutes later, standing between his knees. “You still look so tense,” Tyler murmurs, his fingers nimbly loosening the knot of Carlos’ tie. “Just relax, let me take care of you.” He adds.
Carlos is almost surprised at how quickly his shirt is unbuttoned and then Tyler’s hands are on his chest, soft and warm, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and tugging. The cuffs get caught on his watch and Carlos clumsily fumbles with the fabric.
Carlos finishes taking his shirt off, finally discarding the garment on the floor and when he looks back up, Tyler is taking him in with a lustful gaze. “You’re gorgeous,” he says.
An embarrassed chuckle escapes Carlos. “I bet you say that to all your clients.”
“I do,” Tyler confirms. “But I usually don’t mean it.”
Although he sounds sincere, Carlos is still sure it’s a line, but he graciously accepts the compliment anyway.
“Where do we start?” Carlos feels silly for asking.
Tyler smiles. “Anything you want. Tonight is all about you, Carlos. There’s no pressure, no expectations… you’re setting the pace tonight.”
“Tyler?”
“Hmm?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Tyler complies immediately. He leans in, running his fingers through Carlos’ curls and behind his head, letting his hand rest at the nape of his neck as he licks his way into Carlos’ mouth. Carlos reaches for Tyler’s shirt and then hesitates.
“You can touch me,” Tyler says and that’s all the encouragement Carlos needs. He reaches for Tyler’s belt and tugs him closer; Tyler lets out a small laugh as Carlos hastily unbuckles the belt before unzipping his slacks and letting them fall to the floor. Tyler steps out of them and his boxers and kicks them to the side.
“Do you have supplies?” Tyler asks. Carlos nods and reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand where he had stashed a bottle of lube and condoms earlier. He presses both into Tyler’s hand and then scoots back until he’s in the center of the bed.
Tyler joins him and tuts. “You’re still wearing way too many clothes.”
He unbuttons Carlos’ pants and tugs them off. Carlos is already hard and aching and he shivers under Tyler’s gaze.
Tyler shifts to get into a better position and settles between Carlos’ thighs and pours some lube on his fingers. He rubs it a little to warm it before gently circling Carlos’ rim and pressing one finger inside.
Although he had done a quick prep job before heading down to the bar, it was just the bare minimum and Carlos moans softly as Tyler fingers him; a little foreplay was always his favorite. He bucks his hips when he’s aching for more and Tyler obliges, slowly adding a second finger.
Two fingers become three and Carlos gasps as Tyler expertly manages to hit the spot that makes Carlos see stars.
“More, please. I need-”
“Okay. Give me a sec.”
Carlos whines as Tyler removes his fingers and grabs the condom. He watches as Tyler rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls it on, slicking it with lube.
At Tyler’s encouragement, he lifts his leg, bracing it on Tyler’s shoulder and then Tyler is inside him. Carlos’ eyes flutter closed as he’s filled slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
He cries out, his fingers twisting in the sheets and he hooks his other leg behind the other man. Tyler takes it as encouragement to move harder, faster, and he pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips again.
Carlos is wound up and it feels so good, it isn’t long before Tyler reaches for his cock, roughly stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” Tyler murmurs. “Let me make you feel good. Just relax and come for me.”
Carlos whines as he climaxes, covering his chest and stomach with his own come. He’s sensitive and he squirms as Tyler fucks him through his orgasm.
After only a few more thrusts, Tyler comes, filling the condom. He stills and pulls out slowly, rolling to the side. He only lays there for a few seconds before he pushes himself up and Carlos watches as he disappears into the bathroom. Tyler returns just a minute later with a damp towel and wipes up the come and excess lube, before discarding the towel on the floor. Carlos knows he wants a proper shower later, but that can wait since his legs still feel like jelly.
Tyler crawls back into the bed, and just like that, the spell is broken. Carlos rolls to face him, smiling shyly. “Hi.”
“Hey.” TK leans in, running his fingers through Carlos’ curls and pressing a kiss to his lips. They kiss for a bit, slow and lazy, until TK pulls away, an amused smile on his face. ”You bought condoms for this? Really?” He asks, dissolving into giggles.
“It made it more realistic,” Carlos protests. “Did you have fun?”
“I did. It was really hot, babe,” TK admits. “You?”
Shrugging, Carlos sighs. “It was fine. You were hot. But there was something missing.”
“Hmmmm?”
“You.”
“Oh my God, you’re such a sap,” TK teases.
“Yeah, but you love me,” Carlos says, pulling him in for another kiss.
“I do.”