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“The last date you set me up on wasn’t good chica.” Carlos reminds Michelle as he takes a sip of his coffee, eyebrow raised at her suggestion that she found someone else for him to date. “The guy spent the entire time talking about his biceps and how much he could lift with his legs and he judged me on what I got to eat.”

“I’ll admit that wasn’t the best date I’ve set you up on,” Michelle agrees with a laugh. “But this new guy, I know you would hit it off with him. He’d definitely be a ten in your eyes and he’s sweet. He gets along with the team and he seems to have a good heart. Just give it a chance. You’ll never find anyone if you keep yourself holed up in your townhouse all the time.”

“I do great finding people.” Carlos says but they both know that it’s been awhile since anyone has stuck around. 

In the end he agrees to the blind date, mumbling just a bit about how Michelle won’t even tell him the guy's name so he can’t even look him up to see if he’s really a ten or not.

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Carlos groans as he tosses yet another shirt to the side. 

He had been trying too long to figure out what he wanted to wear to the date he had tonight. It was hard planning to meet someone that he didn’t even know. He couldn’t plan the vibe that he wanted to go with or how to match the person's personality in order to hopefully inspire them to like him more. 

He hated blind dates. 

He told himself that this would be the last time he let Michelle talk him into going on a blind date. It was a lie, but at least it made him feel a bit better at the moment.

He turns back to his bed where he has tossed the majority of his shirts in an attempt to find something. None of them screamed at him but time was starting to run out so he knew that he needed to make decisions fast.

He starts by deciding on a nice pair of black slacks that definitely make his ass look good before turning his attention back on the shirts. The only problem that the slacks he picked caused was that every shirt went with them so he couldn’t even just pick a shirt because it matched his pants.

He looks back at the bed and grabs two shirts. A nice white, silky button down that looked really good on him, especially when he would leave the top few buttons down and rolled the sleeves up. The other was along the same style but was black and was dotted with white polka dots and short sleeved.

He stares at both shirts for longer than necessary before he finally decided that the black with polka dots was what he wanted to go with tonight. He slips it on, leaves the top two buttons open before he heads into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Tonight he leaves his curls loose and wears a cologne that he knows will do well.

Carlos slips on a simple chain necklace to complete the look before he heads out to meet with the guy Michelle said would be his type.

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Carlos’s leg bounces nervously as he sits and waits for his date to show up. 

Michelle had picked out the restaurant - a nice one that had the minimalist vibe and soft elevator music playing. It was better than the last place that she had picked out for him and his date but he worried that he was underdressed or that he and this mystery man would stick out. But he trusted Michelle and knew that she would never send him to a place where he would be made to feel uncomfortable. 

Still, the anxiety courses through him with each passing moment that he sits alone. He’s always worried that when he lets Michelle set him up on these things that the guy will never show up and Carlos will feel humiliated and embarrassed. 

Thankfully, the universe seems to think that Carlos needs a break in life because it’s not even five minutes later someone is saying his name like a question and causing him to look up.

“You are Carlos, right?” The man in front of him says. 

The man who is actually a ten like Michelle said he would be. He has brown hair that seemed to be styled in that perfectly messy look and kind green eyes that Carlos wanted to stare into all night. His mouth was turned up into a questioning smile that had Carlos ducking his head and clearing his throat for a moment before he could answer.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Carlos stands quickly - he’s not even sure why - and gestures to the seat in front of him. “You can take a seat. If you want to. I, um.. I’m assuming you’re the guy Michelle set me up with?”

Carlos rubs the back of his neck, even more nervous now that this seemingly perfect guy was standing in front of him.

The guy nods and slips into the seat. “My name’s TK.”

“Does TK stand for something?” Carlos asks as he takes his seat again.

“Maybe, but you’ll have to work to find that out.” TK winks at him and Carlos feels his heart melt a little. It had been awhile since anyone had made Carlos feel so flustered so fast.

He told himself it was just because he hadn’t been on a date in awhile, but he knew deep down that was a lie. TK was different, he wasn’t sure how he was different but Carlos knew that he was.

Maybe this one would work out.

“Michelle said that you’re new at the station?” Carlos asks, trying not to get lost in small talk but not approach any heavy subjects yet.

TK nods. “Yeah, I transferred down here from New York.”

“Wow. New York? That’s quite the move, any reason for the change?”

“Just needed a fresh start. I saw the 126 had a job opening and I jumped on it. Sent my resume in and within two days I was offered the job so I moved on out here.” TK says. “So far it’s been one of the best decisions that I’ve made.”

Their conversation is interrupted with their waiter stopping by and asking them what they would like. After ordering their drinks and an appetizer to start with and share they fall into a couple of moments of comfortable silence as they look at each other and take each other in.

“What do you do? Michelle mentioned that you were also a first responder but she really didn’t give me many details.” TK says after a few moments.

“That seems pretty typical of Michelle. She didn’t tell me much about you either.” Carlos laughs fondly. “I’m a cop with the APD. I’m surprised that I haven’t run into you at any scenes yet. I tend to get called to the same ones as the 126.”

“I haven’t been out with them on a lot of runs yet.” TK says with a shrug and a look that has Carlos wanting to ask some questions but he holds off, he’s not sure if asking would overstep any boundaries and he didn’t want to ruin their night. “But hopefully I go in more and I have the pleasure of running into you.”

“If tonight goes well, maybe we won’t have to rely on responding to accidents to see each other.” Carlos says, a flirtatious smile on his face.

TK grins and leans forward, “Then I guess it’s good that I think this night is going good so far.”

“I think so too.”

They fall into an easy pattern of conversations as their drinks and food start to arrive. They talk briefly about their jobs, how TK’s adjusting to being in Texas and the difference it had to New York. They talk about plans they have for their lives and what they hope their future looks like. They talk about almost everything that they could think of, making each other laugh and just enjoying each other's company.

They enjoy talking to each other so much that they don’t notice time passing or that the restaurant is slowly emptying of people, leaving them to be the last two left until their waiter comes by and subtly places the check on the table.

Both TK and Carlos reach for it.

“Let me pay for this.” Carlos says. “I’ve had… honestly I’ve had so much fun, more fun then I would have expected to have on the date. Paying for the meal is the least I can do.”

TK looks like he’s going to argue but then his eyes light up and he gets a flirty smile on his face. “I’ll let you pay if you agree to come back to my place.”

“You drive a hard bargain TK.” Carlos says but he winks and pulls the check towards him to give TK his answer.

Suddenly they can’t get out of there fast enough. They both know what’s going to happen when they get back to TK’s place and Carlos isn’t going to complain about it one bit. He’s not always one to fuck on the first date but after spending hours talking to TK and getting to know him, it feels different with him. It doesn’t feel like a typical fuck after a first date.

TK had Ubered to the place so Carlos offers to drive them, grinning smugly when TK compliments his Camaro. He knows that his car is cool, he had saved up a lot to be able to afford it and he took care of it. 

TK’s hand rests on Carlos’ thigh as he drives them back to TK’s apartment. The muscle tense under the touch, Carlos can’t help but wish that TK was closer and that he could also have his hands on TK. He presses on the gas a bit more, maybe speeding just a little bit to get back to TK’s.

As soon as they’re out of the car their hands on each other and they’re kissing. The kiss is messy, clashing of teeth and heads butting together, but they soon find their groove and TK starts to move them backwards, towards the doors and somehow they make it to the elevator. The ride up is a blur of kissing and hands exploring but the next thing Carlos knows is TK’s apartment door is opening and they’re stumbling in. 

Carlos easily turns them and pushes TK up against the door, closing it in the process. He pulls away from TK’s lips, annoyingly needing to breathe, but his mouth doesn’t leave TK fully. He starts to kiss along his jaw, nipping at spots, before he starts to suck a small bruise into the spot just below TK’s ear.

“Fuck Carlos.” TK moans into his ear as he slips his hands under Carlos’ shirt. 

“Oh I will.” Carlos laughs, pulling back so that he can pull TK’s shirt off. 

They make quick work of each other's clothes as they head to the bedroom, a trail of clothes leading the way. Carlos pushes TK onto the bed and crawls on top of him, hands touching, tracing and feeling every inch of TK that he could reach. 

When TK starts to touch him, Carlos grabs his wrist and pins his hands above his head which seems to really do something to TK because the simple move has him moving and arching into Carlos. Carlos smirks and grinds down against him, their cocks sliding against each other as they both start to get hard.

“Lube?” Carlos asks when he feels like he’s going to explode if he waits any longer to slide inside of TK.

“Um, fuck, top drawer of the night stand.” TK gasps out, his eyes clouded with desire and want. Carlos is surprised that he could even think straight with how wrecked he already sounded.

Carlos lets go of TK so that he can lean over and rummage through the door, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. He clicks the lube bottle open, pouring some onto his fingers before he settles between  TK’s thighs and pushes a finger into him slowly.

“Come on Carlos, I want you.” TK whines, rocking his hips as Carlos takes his time.

“I know and you’ll have me but,” Carlos adds another finger, “I don’t want to hurt you so you’re going to need to have some patience's.”

TK whines and Carlos playfully smacks his ass, telling him again to just be patient. Carlos works TK open as quickly as he can without rushing so much that he’ll hurt when Carlos finally gets to push inside of him. 

Carlos is just as desperate as TK, having to rock his hips down against the mattress to take off some of the edge.

Finally after what feels like forever, Carlos feels like TK is ready and open enough for him. He slides to his knees, slides the condom on and pushes inside of TK smoothly. He pauses for a moment when he’s fully inside the other man, giving them both time to adjust and just enjoy the feeling before he starts to move.

Carlos rocks his hips easily, not going too fast or too hard, setting a pace that seemed to be pretty perfect. He runs his hands down TK’s sides and gripes his hips, leaning down to kiss him again. Carlos couldn’t get enough of TK and hoped that he wouldn’t have to.

He moans against TK’s lips when he feels him scratch down his back, hands finding his ass and pulling Carlos in more. 

They move together easily, bodies seemingly made for each other. TK pulls Carlos closer and Carlos presses as close as he can, never wanting the moment to end. But like all good moments, they always come to an end and Carlos can tell that TK is approaching his end quickly.

The hitching of TK’s breath, the way he arches his back and tries to get closer to Carlos lets Carlos know that TK is close. He slips a hand between their bodies and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking him along with his thrust and urging him to come. 

“Come on TK, come for me baby.” Carlos whispers into his ear and he’s not sure if that does it or not, but in the next moment TK’s body is shuttering and clenching around Carlos’ cock as he comes and makes a mess of their stomachs.

“Carlos, oh fuck.” TK moans out, wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him down for a hard kiss.

It only takes a few more moments before Carlos is spilling into the condom, TK’s name coming out as a gasp against his lips.

They lay in silence for a moment, foreheads pressed together and breaths meaningly as they come down from their high together. Carlos only moves when the cum between them starts to dry and makes things uncomfortable. 

He rolls off of TK and gets up, finding the bathroom and getting a rag. He throws the condom away and cleans himself up before heading back to the bed and cleaning TK up. He tosses the rag aside and lays on the bed next to him.

“I think I might like blind dates now.” Carlos says, turning his face so that he can look at TK and smile.

TK’s face mimics his with a smile just as bright. “Me too but I have to say, I hope this one is my last one.”

“Me too.” Carlos says before reaching over and kissing TK again.