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“Oh my god, baby, you’re so hot.”
“You like that?”
“God yes,” Carlos pants out. He’s leaned back on the couch with a lap full of his husband who’s currently sucking a bruise into his collar bone. Carlos wraps a hand around TK’s hip, holding him secure as he rocks slowly in Carlos’s lap. He works another up the back of TK’s shirt to run his fingers over the soft, warm skin. He lets out a moan when TK bites down on the spot he’s been sucking.
TK sank down into his lap a few minutes ago, right after walking in the front door after his meeting, and practically ripped the neck of Carlos’s cozy lounge t-shirt in his frenzy to pull it out of his way. Now he’s snaking a hand down Carlos’s body, stopping at the waistband of his joggers.
He’s like this sometimes after meetings, craving the comfort of intimacy. Sometimes he wants to talk about something that happened during the meeting, or some feelings that were stirred up for him. Sometimes he just needs to cry for a bit, to process whatever raw emotions he’s feeling after baring his soul in that room.
And sometimes, like tonight, he just wants to bone.
TK pulls back with a little smirk before shoving his hand below Carlos’s waistband, taking him in hand and letting out a smug grunt at finding him hard already. “Doesn’t take much to get you excited, huh, babe?”
Carlos tries to respond with a “shut up,” but it comes out as more of a whimper because TK’s started doing that thing he likes, the thing with his thumb over the tip of his cock. When TK does that Carlos loses all control of his body, going limp everywhere. His hands fall to TK’s thighs and his head flops onto the back of the couch. His mouth drops open and he’s panting hard. He thinks his tongue might be hanging out like a cartoon dog.
“Baby,” he grits out finally, “babe, if you don’t stop that soon I’m gonna come.”
“Kay,” is all he gets for a response before TK scoots back in his lap to give himself more room. He uses his other hand to pull Carlos’s pants down just enough that his dick springs free.
“God, baby, it’s so hot when you don’t wear underwear,” TK says before beginning to jerk him off in earnest, quickening his pace as Carlos’s breath begins to hitch. Carlos feels his resolve crumble, knows he’s gonna come apart in a few short minutes. He starts to buck his hips, fucking into TK’s hand and sending TK bouncing up and down in his lap like a cowboy at a rodeo. It puts a ridiculously giddy look on his face before he pushes back further to drop to his knees.
“Fuck…” is all Carlos can say when TK takes him into his mouth, taking him all the way to the back of his throat before pulling back to slowly drag his bottom teeth up the underside of Carlos’s cock. He repeats the action two more times before Carlos grabs a fistful of his hair and spills down his throat with a shout.
TK has a smug look on his face when he crawls back up into Carlos’s lap after gently tucking him back in his pants.
“It’s so fun getting you off like that,” he says, peppering soft kisses all over Carlos’s face. “Quick and dirty. You always pretend like you want to slow down, draw it out. But I know what you like, baby.”
“Oh yeah?” Carlos laughs, wrapping a hand around TK now that he’s slowly starting to regain his motor functions after having the life sucked out of him. He grabs a handful of TK’s ass and gives it a good squeeze.
“Mmhmm,” TK teases, nuzzling his nose into Carlos’s cheek.
As much as Carlos might want to argue, he’s gotta admit it’s pretty nice to be known. But he knows his husband too. “You didn’t even tell me how the meeting was.”
“It was like all the other meetings,” TK sighs, kissing Carlos’s cheek one more time before sitting back so he can see his face. “I’m glad I went, but I was just thinking about you the whole time.”
“Oh yeah? What about me?”
TK’s eyes go a little darker, just a bit greener as they twinkle with mischief.
“Hmm, well I was thinking about your face.”
“My face?”
“It’s a really good face,” he says, shrugging a shoulder and reaching up to boop Carlos’s nose before dragging his finger down Carlos’s cheek. “And your eyes.”
“My eyes are on my face.”
“Shut up. I was thinking about your hands…” he picks up Carlos’s right hand and holds it up in front of him, “how long your fingers are and how good they feel inside me.”
“You were thinking about that during your meeting?”
He shrugs. “I’m always thinking about that.”
He pulls Carlos’s hand around to his back, settling it so his fingers are hovering just above the waistband of his pants. He leans forward again so he can whisper in Carlos’s ear. “I want you inside me tonight, baby.”
“I’m gonna need a minute.” As the static of a truly incredible orgasm continues to clear from his brain, he remembers the package that arrived earlier. “Actually, I have something for you.”
“A present?” TK asks hopefully.
Carlos kisses his nose and gently tips him off his lap onto the cushion next to him. “You’ll see.”
He gets up off the couch and grabs the gray box from the desk in the corner, handing it to TK before sitting back down next to him. TK wastes no time ripping it open, a delighted laugh leaving his mouth when he sees what’s inside.
“Handcuffs!” He runs a finger over the silicone. “They’re pink!”
“I thought you would like that,” Carlos smiles. “You’re always saying you wanna use my work cuffs.”
“And you always recite all the ways regulation handcuffs can injure you if you’re not careful. ‘Nerve damage, TK!’” He says the last line in a deep rumbling voice, clearly an imitation of him.
“Well I don’t wanna hurt your little wrists, babe,” Carlos chides, reaching out to run a finger down TK’s forearm. “These are silicone and are safe for recreational use.”
“Carlos Tomás Reyes, did you go to a sex store?” TK says, his huge smile doing nothing to sell his feigned outrage.
“I did not. I ordered them discreetly online. I also restocked the lube. And got you some of that nasty edible body glitter you like.”
TK’s eyes light up. “That stuff is gross, but it looks so good on you, babe.” He takes the handcuffs out of the box, twirling them around his finger by one of the cuffs. “So are you gonna show me how these work or what?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Carlos says, leaning into TK’s space so he’s hovering over him, so close he can feel TK’s breath ghosting across his neck. “I thought I would.”
“I’ve been a very bad boy.”
“You have. I think I need to use these,” he says, taking the cuffs out of TK’s hand. “Take my time with you. Tease you. Teach you a lesson.”
“Please do,” TK whispers, his eyes hooded and glassy. “Set me straight, officer.”
As they stare at each other for a moment, TK’s breath quickens and Carlos feels his chest rising and falling heavily under his own, feels the puffs of air against the skin of his neck picking up in speed. He diverts his gaze from the deep green of TK’s eyes, to his lips, pink and swollen from kissing and sucking all over Carlos’s skin. When he looks back up TK is practically purring. He feels a deep growl rumbling out of his own chest as he leans forward to meet TK in a desperate kiss.
It’s messy and it’s hot, their mouths already open when they meet. He feels TK’s tongue against his own, soft and warm as it moves in his mouth, behind TK’s usual sweetness he tastes a faint musk that he recognizes as his own. It makes his head buzz a bit, to taste himself, his skin and his sweat and his come, on TK’s tongue.
When he feels TK beginning to ruck his shirt up his back he pulls away just enough to get it over his head. TK flings it over the back of the couch, laughing brightly when it gets caught on one of the horse figurines on the console table behind the couch. “Whoops.”
“Oh, a bad boy indeed,” Carlos chuckles. TK’s already moved on to his pants, pushing them down to his knees.
“You can punish me later, take these off.”
He shifts so he can push the sweats the rest of the way off his legs, then sits back to pull TK back into his lap. He makes quick work of ridding TK of his sweater and burying his face in the freshly exposed skin between his neck and shoulder. He takes a breath, breathing in the scent of his husband. The tingly tea tree from the conditioner TK steals from him mixing with the faint orange blossom and vanilla of the cologne he applied this morning. It’s comforting, the smell of safety and love and home. TK lets him take a moment, patting the back of his head as he waits. After a few moments of savoring, Carlos shifts back into gear. He has a husband to take apart and put back together.
He pushes TK off his lap so he’s standing and quickly rids him of his jeans. Carlos hums appreciatively and licks his lips at the sight before him, TK hard in his blush pink briefs. He leans forward and mouths gently at TK through the thin fabric and receives a hiss from his husband in response, feels his elegant fingers sliding through the curls at the back of his head as he cups his head with both hands. He kisses TK’s hard cock through the fabric one more time before resting his chin on the soft skin of his lower abdomen. TK gazes down at him, adoration shining through his lust-glazed eyes.
“God,” Carlos whispers, voice already wrecked. “Do you have any idea what I’m gonna do to you?”
“You’re gonna suck me,” TK whimpers. He takes a shallow breath and quirks an eyebrow. “I hope you’re gonna do that thing with your tongue, the thing that drives me crazy. And then you’re gonna fuck me.”
Carlos picks up the cuffs from the couch cushion where he dropped them in his haste to undress TK.
“Baby,” he says as he stands up, crowding TK and placing a hand on his hip to guide him backwards into the bedroom. “I’m gonna devour you. Until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess. Until you’re begging for it. Then I’m gonna fuck you.”
When they get to the bed he gently pushes TK back until he falls on the mattress. Carlos crawls over him, placing kisses all over his face, down to his neck where he sinks his teeth in to the soft spot between TK’s neck and his collarbone, sucking on the spot before kissing it to soothe it. He continues his path down TK’s right arm where he picks up his hand and places a soft kiss to TK’s palm, making eye contact as he does. He gently clasps one of the handcuffs around his wrist, checking to make sure it’s not too tight, and brings his hand up to the bedpost.
“Sir,” he says, fighting to find his authoritative cop voice in such a ridiculous situation, straddling his nearly naked husband while wielding a pair of pink handcuffs. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to place you under arrest.”
“On what charges, Officer?” TK asks, voice sweet and honeyed, eyes dancing with humor.
“Being too fucking fine.”
“Oh,” TK giggles. “You might need to restrain me, Officer. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
“You have the right to be as loud as you like,” Carlos responds, reaching TK’s cuffed hand up to the bedpost and leaning in to kiss him again before grabbing for his other hand. He’s about to tell TK to roll over when he hears the click of the cuff around his own wrist.
“TK, what the hell?” he yelps, leaning back and confirming his fear that TK’s just clasped the other cuff around his own wrist, “you just handcuffed both of us to the bed.”
“Yeah,” TK murmurs, reaching a hand up to run across Carlos’s chest. “It’s hotter this way.”
“Okay, but the key to the cuffs is still in the box.” He tosses a look over his shoulder. “In the living room.”
“Oh,” TK says slowly, eyes going wide with understanding.
“Okay,” Carlos says, looking around for any escape. Neither of them is fitting between the bed frame and the wall, and there’s no way he can move the solid wood frame with TK still on the bed, let alone with only one arm. “Fuck.”
“It’s okay, we’ll just call my dad.”
“Oh, no the hell we won’t.”
“What?” TK asks incredulously. “He won’t care, he’s seen me in way worse positions.”
Carlos can’t even begin to imagine what positions Owen could have walked in on TK in that were worse than being naked and handcuffed to a bed with another naked man.
“TK, I don’t want my father-in-law walking in on me naked on top of his son.”
“Carlos, he knows we have sex.”
“There’s a difference between knowing it and seeing it.” He shudders. “The time he walked in on us when we were staying with him was bad enough.”
“Oh,” TK shakes his head. “That barely even counts.”
“Barely even counts?” Carlos scoffs, sitting back as far as he can with his hand cuffed to the bed. “Barely even counts? TK, I was knee deep inside you when he walked in.”
It was a late morning on a day Carlos had off, a few weeks before TK and his team went to work at the private ambulance company. TK had kissed him awake sweetly, murmuring sleepy words of adoration into his skin before seductively whispering into his ear that his dad and Mateo had gone to work, and that he should fuck him into the mattress until he screamed. Carlos proceeded to do just that, and was enthusiastically mid thrust into a moaning, panting, red-faced TK when Owen flung the bedroom door open with a cheerful greeting, two peanut butter banana smoothies and an excited Buttercup who bounded into the room and flung himself onto the bed, licking all over Carlos’s mortified face.
“He said he didn’t see anything.”
“My ass was in the air and your legs were slung over my shoulders,” he says flatly. “He saw.”
He hadn’t been able to look Owen in the eye for months after that. He supposes most of that was due to the breakup that happened shortly after. But it was also due to his soul-deep mortification.
“Well,” TK says defiantly, “do you wanna call your mom?”
“Oh my god! No! I don’t wanna call anyone!”
“Baby,” TK says, softer now. He reaches out to rub his free hand soothingly up Carlos’s thigh. “We're gonna have to call someone.”
“No. No, no. No.”
He sits forward and starts tugging at the cuffs. Maybe if he pulls hard enough…
“Ow! Carlos that hurts.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he soothes. “I just think maybe if I pull it.”
“Babe, it’s solid wood. You’re not gonna bust through it with a pair of silicone handcuffs.”
“Maybe if I…” he starts to pull at the cuff around his wrist. It’s not too tight, but it’s also definitely not loose enough to slip over his hand.
“Why don’t you use the lube?” TK snarks. “Lube up your wrist and slip it off. Oh! Or you could break your thumb.”
“You’re not helping,” Carlos grumbles, looking around again in desperation. “Maybe if we both get up,” he gestures to the side of the bed. “We can move over there and then push the mattress off, make it lighter.”
“Carlos, baby,” TK says softly. “I don’t think we can reach the side of the bed.”
He’s right. Of course he’s right. They’re cuffed to the bed frame right in the center of the bed. Even if they scoot over as far as they possibly can they’re not going to reach the side.
“Fuck.”
He slumps down next to TK. All the fight has fallen out of him.
“I’m sorry,” TK says softly, curling in close and running a soothing hand up Carlos’s side.
“Hey,” Carlos says, knocked out of his self pity by the contrite tone in TK’s voice. “It’s not your fault, I should’ve grabbed the keys.”
“You weren’t expecting me to cuff you too,” TK shrugs agreeably. “It was reasonable to leave them in the box.”
“Well,” Carlos says, laying back so TK can scoot close enough to lay his head on his chest. “It was very sexy. Until it wasn’t.”
They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes until TK starts to shift, grunting and pulling at his arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“My arm is starting to get sore,” he says, wiggling his hand where it’s still cuffed up behind him. “I think all the blood has rushed out of it.”
“Okay,” Carlos says, quickly moving to sit up straight against the headboard. “Okay what if we adjust it.”
He helps TK to sit up so his arm is angled more down. TK smiles weakly at him. “Baby. We really need to call someone. It’s gonna be way more embarrassing to be found dead like this, with our skeletons handcuffed to the bed.”
“Fine,” he finally says, blowing out a deep breath. “Not our parents.”
“Okay, well, there’s like four people that have spare keys and two of them are our parents.”
He winces. “Who are the other two?”
“Well, there’s Marj.”
“Nope! No way this would scar her for life.”
“Oh, please. She’s seen worse.”
“Then it would scar me for life. Next.”
“Paul.”
“Oh god.”
“He won’t care. He’ll laugh and call you an idiot but he’ll never bring it up again.”
“Why am I the idiot?”
“Because, baby, delightful mishaps like this are expected from me. Not you.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, accepting defeat with as much grace as he can muster, which is admittedly not much. He leans over to grab his phone off the nightstand, and takes a deep steadying breath before pulling Paul’s contact up from his favorites menu and pressing the call button.
“Yo,” Paul greets him on the third ring. “What’s up, my man? If you’re calling to rag on me about the game I will not be hearing of it.”
Paul’s referring to the Michigan UT game last night, wherein Michigan got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday, as Judd delightfully put it.
“Hey Paul, you’re on speaker,” Carlos says.
“You're on speaker?” TK repeats indignantly. “Why do you have to announce he’s on speaker? Are you worried he’s gonna say something I shouldn’t hear?”
“What? TK. No, I’m not worried he’s gonna say something. What would he say?”
“I don’t know, why do you have to warn him?”
“It’s the polite thing to do, TK. I don’t think he’s gonna start dropping dirty secrets I’ve been hiding from you.”
“Are you sure?” TK’s eyebrows are all the way up to his hairline and his free hand is waving dramatically to emphasize every other word.
“What could I be hiding? A secret viral Tik Tok account? A rabid Pokémon addiction? Do you think I’ve got another wife squirreled away?”
“Oh, God. Too soon, Carlos, I’m—”
“Uh. Hey guys,” Paul’s tinny voice cuts into their bickering from the speaker phone in Carlos’s hand. “Did you need me for this?”
“Sorry, Paul,” they say in unison. TK shoots him a rueful smile, sulking back a little into the pillow that’s propped behind him.
“TK and I have found ourselves in a bit of an awkward position.. shit, not position—” he pauses to run a frustrated hand across his forehead. TK bumps their knees together in a weak attempt to comfort him. “We’re just in a bit of a jam and we really need your help with something.”
“You need my help …right now?” Paul asks incredulously.
“Um, it’s kind of an emergency.”
“An emergency?” Paul asks, voice pitching a bit higher with concern. “Are you guys okay?”
“We’re not in any danger,” Carlos clarifies. “We could just really use a hand.”
“But you’re not gonna tell me why…” Paul asserts. “Okay, I can be there in like fifteen. I was supposed to meet Mateo at Mario’s but I can cancel. Maybe I can tell him to meet me at your place.”
“NO!” Carlos and TK both yell.
“Okay. You guys are being really weird.”
“Just. Don’t tell Mateo why you’re canceling,” Carlos says wearily.
“Man,” Paul huffs. “I don’t even know why I’m canceling.”
“Yeah, yeah. You can use your key when you get here.”
“Uh huh.”
———
Exactly fifteen minutes later they hear the sound of a key in the front door before it slowly slides open.
Carlos sits up straighter and pulls the sheets up as high as they’ll go.
“Guys?”
“In here,” TK calls.
“Okay I don’t know what kind of—” Paul stops in his tracks when he gets far enough into the living room to see into the bedroom. “What the hell..?”
“Hey Paul,” TK says breezily while Carlos feels his face begin to flush hot.
Before they can say anything more Paul busts out in a fit of boisterously unhinged laughter. Carlos feels TK chuckling quietly next to him while Paul keels over and slaps a hand to his knee.
“Are you done?” Carlos asks after about a minute of being laughed at.
“Guys, I thought—” Paul chokes out through a laugh, tears are rolling down his cheeks. “I don’t even know what the hell I thought. You called me all the way across town for this?”
“He wouldn’t let me call my dad!” TK helpfully supplies.
“And have him walk in on us like this? No thanks!”
“He does have a point,” Paul chuckles.
“We just needed someone to get us the key...”
“The key!” Paul exclaims, somehow growing more delighted in the situation. “Oh, you need the key?”
Carlos sighs. “It’s in the box on the couch.”
“You fools called me over here to walk across the room to get you the key,” Paul mumbles, walking back to the couch and grabbing the box before heading into the bedroom. “Alright, let me just unlock you.”
“Oh, nobody said we needed you to unlock us,” TK says shamelessly, pointing to the nightstand. “We just need the key within reach. You can just set it here.”
“Seriously?” Paul asks incredulously, bursting into another bout of laughter.
“Thank you, Paul.” Carlos says indignantly. He’s fighting back every urge inside of him telling him he should offer Paul a snack or a beer. He really doesn’t need him sticking around to make fun of them more. He’s also pretty sure TK’s not ready to call it a night on their sex plans.
“Okay, damn!” Paul laughs, setting the box down on TK’s nightstand. “Is there anything else you need me to bring you?”
“We’re good!” TK responds cheerfully.
“Well let me just—” Paul pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns around, holding it up in selfie mode.
“Bye Paul!” Carlos yells, forgetting about the sheets he’d been clutching and sitting forward to push a cackling Paul out of the way. “You really need to go!”
“See you guys at Catan night,” Paul chides on his way out.
As Carlos flops back on the bed the mortification that was building up inside him over the last hour begins to ebb. He feels a bit like Barney Fife, the bumbling nincompoop sidekick cop who lost the keys to his cuffs. But when he looks over and sees the look on TK’s face, the curl of his lip and the mischievous glint in his eye, he knows he’s gonna get rewarded for being a good sport.
“So,” TK says, crawling on top of Carlos once they hear the front door slide closed. “Do I need to twist your arm?”
A maniacal laugh slips past Carlos’s lips as TK dives down to kiss his chest.
“Please do.”