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TK hated being the one left behind on a call, but after the last call where someone had shoved him over, Tommy and his dad had put him on medical time out for at least one call, no matter how much TK insisted he was fine. 

He really was fine which now meant he was bored and alone after fire and medical were both called to a big job. 

Except, when his husband walked into the station, TK could admit there were some perks to being left behind. 

“Hey baby,” TK greeted, springing up to meet his husband in the kitchen of the firehouse. TK quickly pressed a kiss to Carlos’ lips, sliding an arm round his waist to hold him close. TK knew Carlos had the day off but wasn’t expecting to see him until Carlos picked him up this evening. “What are you doing here?”

“Heard you were here alone and I was bored anyways so I thought I’d come and say hello.”

Based on the way Carlos’ hands are avoiding his ribs, his husband knew what happened. “Did Nancy text you?”

“Yep,” Carlos said, popping the ‘p’ and dragging TK to sit back down on the sofas. Carlos tries to fuss, passing all of the cushions on the couches to TK before TK could even blink.

“Baby, I’m fine. Barely even a bruise.”

Carlos squinted at him and TK knew he had a bad track record with work accidents but he did wish people would trust him a bit more when he said he was fine. 

“Like really fine, or your version of fine?”

“Really, really fine,” TK replied, leaning forward to drag Carlos back into a kiss. This one was deeper and longer and TK only pulled away when he could no longer survive without a breath. “Does that convince you?”

Carlos pulled back, breathing heavily but nodded nonetheless. 

TK pulls Carlos closer to him on the sofa, slinging an arm across the back so he can play with the hairs at the nape of Carlos' neck. “Why were you bored? Weren’t you going to visit your mother?”

“She said she wasn’t feeling so well, so called me off. I said if she wasn’t feeling better by the weekend, I’d drag you down there with me to check her out. Perks of having a paramedic son in law.”

TK loves this life he’s built for himself. Every time he’s reminded he’s a husband now, or a son in law, he feels a rush of disbelief that that is him. Someone loved him so much to marry him, and now he has a bigger family than he could have ever dreamed of. He’s built a life where he goes to farmers markets on Sundays and hosts games nights at a house he owns and plans weekend visits to his mother in law and looks forward to it. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve headed over so maybe we should go regardless.”

Carlos hums, a little happy hum. “That sounds nice.”

TK doesn’t want to talk about his day of work- just wants to sit with his husband and drift into his voice so he asks Carlos some more questions. “What else have you been doing all day then?”

Carlos is silent, avoiding TK’s eyes and shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. TK narrows his eyes at him, worry and suspicion flaring up. At first he thinks that something worse has happened to Andrea and Carlos was just covering, but then he sees the slight flush that is creeping up his cheeks and a new suspicion starts to emerge. 

“Carlos,” TK asks slowly, twisting on the sofa to face him completely. “Were you getting off?”

The deepening flush and the way Carlos absolutely avoids looking at him would have been answer enough, even without Carlos’ strangled sound. 

“Did you come straight to the station when you were in the middle of jerking off?” TK asks, oddly delighted with this turn of events.

Carlos nods slightly, raising his eyes to stare down TK. “Nancy said you were injured– what was I meant to do?”

“Finish your wank and then come check?”

“What if it was serious?” Carlos shoots back, worry clouding his voice and TK thinks back to all the times Carlos has come home from a shift with a small bruise and no matter how much Carlos says he’s fine, TK’s heart still beats out of his chest in worry. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you, baby,” TK murmurs, resting a gentle hand on the nape of Carlos’ neck. “And I'm sorry for ruining your alone time.”

Carlos groans deeply, flush running further up his cheeks. TK kinda loves that he can still make his husband blush after all these years.

“You aren’t like– mad? That I was getting off without you.”

TK stares incredulously at his husband. “It’s your body, babe, you do what you like with it.” He dips forward to whisper directly in Carlos’ ear, “besides, I think it’s really fucking hot.”

“You do?” 

Carlos’ voice is shaky and TK suddenly realises that he has an upper hand here in this game he’s only just realised they’re playing. 

TK nods, biting his lip and moving his hands to grasp Carlos’ hips. He tugs Carlos closer to him until they are pressed side by side on the couch. It’s closer than they would usually sit in the station but it’s empty and TK knows they have ages before the crews return from the big job. 

“I think,” TK murmurs into Carlos’ skin, ducking down to press quick kisses to the thin skin behind Carlos’ ear, “that my husband getting himself off because he’s too needy to wait for me is the hottest thing I could imagine.”

Carlos releases a strangled sound that TK thinks is an aborted moan as his hand comes down to clam around TK’s thigh. It makes TK realise just how close to the edge Carlos has been hovering this whole time, and he wonders just how close he was before he got denied by TK’s stupid accident. 

Carlos releases a shaky breath. “I thought of you.”

Now it’s TK’s turn to try and suppress a moan. The thought of Carlos, naked, stretched out on their bed, hand round his cock as he groans TK’s name is a little too much for TK to handle right now. 

“Fuck, ‘los.”

“I need you,” Carlos whispers into his ear. “I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

“Tonight,” TK promises, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Carlos just shakes his head and swings his legs over TK’s until TK has a lap full of his husband and can feel just how hard he is against his hip bone. TK grabs Carlos’ hips in his hands, holding them tight and absently hoping it might bruise. 

“The call was a big one– lots of damage to sort out,” Carlos whispers. “We have loads of time right now.”

TK’s cock twitches in his pants, and he might not be as keyed up as Carlos but he’s only a man, and a man who has his very attractive husband begging for him in his lap at that. 

Nonetheless, TK tries to keep his brain about him. “We’re in the middle of the station; anyone could walk in.”

“Let them.”

“Baby–” TK whispers, but Carlos latches his mouth onto TK’s neck, working a hickey into the skin and any last dregs of logical thought desert him. 

TK lets Carlos work a bruise into his skin, holding his hips in his hands. He slips one hand under Carlos’ shirt and relishes in the warmth, trails his fingers up the notches of Carlos’ spine in a soothing motion. When his hand reaches the top of Carlos’ spine he withdraws his hand from his shirt and quickly grasps Carlos’ hair in his fist and pulls hard. Carlos’ mouth detaches from TK’s skin with a gasp but he follows where TK leads him. 

“You’re so needy today.” Carlos tries to nod in agreement but keens when TK’s hand in his hair stops him from moving. “You wanna come right now?”

“Please, Ty.”

“You gonna be good for me?”

“Yes–” Carlos gasps, brow furrowed in concentration as he holds himself still and keeps his eyes on TK. “Anything for you.”

TK releases his grip on Carlos’ hair and moves his hand to the small of his back. Slowly– agonisingly slowly– he pushes hard on Carlos’ back until Carlos is completely straddling his lap. Arousal flushes through TK and it leaves him dizzy but Carlos is soft and pliant in his arms and TK wants to make him fall apart more than he wants to come himself. 

“Then are you going to come like this for me?” TK phrases it like a question but they both know it isn't.

Carlos whines and hides his flushed face in TK’s neck. TK lets him for a moment, using it to catch his own breath and try to ignore the way his dick is pressing against the zipper of his slacks. 

Eventually though, Carlos takes a deep breath and pulls back enough for TK to pull him into a deep kiss. Carlos’ hips stutter enough to push Carlos’ hard cock up against TK’s and TK groans into Carlos’ mouth before biting down on Carlos’ bottom lip until Carlos’ hips buck into his again. 

TK pulls back to press a kiss to the sensitive skin behind Carlos’ ear who shudders in response. “Aren’t you?” TK asks again. 

Carlos nods furiously before he begins to frantically shift his hips against TK’s thigh. The friction is overwhelming for TK and based on Carlos’ broken whine, it feels the same for him. 

“Good boy,” TK murmurs, going back to pressing light teasing kisses down Carlos’ neck. 

Carlos grinds his hips down faster and faster, dropping his head to rest on TK's shoulder. He’s panting into TK’s ear, little ah ah ah sounds that drive TK wild. TK tightens his grip on Carlos’ hips, gritting his teeth against bucking his own hips up into Carlos’ or pulling Carlos’ cock out of his boxers enough to swallow him down or flipping Carlos over and pulling down his jeans and sliding right into him. 

Carlos trembles in his grip and his hands scramble at TK’s shoulders. TK can hear his unsteady breath right in his ear and he moves one hand to smooth down Carlos’ spine to try and soothe him slightly. Although, TK is sure that nothing beyond cumming is going to calm him. 

“Breathe, baby.”

“TK,” Carlos breathes out, voice sounding wrecked. 

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

Carlos looks up at him, flushed and sweaty. TK leans forward to lick a stripe up behind Carlos’ ears and bites down gently before soothing it with his tongue; Carlos jerks in his grip. TK hopes it bruises. 

“You’re so beautiful, ‘los.” TK murmurs again. He means it. There’s something beautiful about watching Carlos fall apart for him, trusting him enough to unfurl like this. 

Carlos’ brow furrows and he bites his lips as he keeps grinding down. TK can tell he’s getting close and he’s sure his thighs are burning, but Carlos keeps up his frenzied pace nonetheless. 

Carlos hiccups a little. “You feel so good, Ty.” 

Carlos’ cock hits TK’s through the fabric of their trousers. It’s not enough and overwhelming all at the same time. TK knows that this is going to be over for him all too soon. 

Words continue to spill out of Carlos’ mouth– mindless pleas of I love you and I’m yours and I want to be good for you . It’s intoxicating, the way usually stoic Carlos can’t stop chattering as soon as TK winds him up enough. TK’s dick twitches in his boxers, and he can already feel the wet patch against the head of his cock. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Ty–” Carlos moans. “Need you. Please.”

Carlos grinds down hard as he begs and TK comes suddenly into his trousers, fire licking through his veins. He knows he’s going to need to change before the rest of the station gets back because there’s no way he has enough wits about him to come up with a good explanation as to why he needs to swap his trousers. The wet fabric of his boxers is uncomfortable, especially on his sensitive cock, but then Carlos keens above him, his hips still moving frantically, and TK forgets everything but the need to make him come.

TK keeps one hand on Carlos’ hip but twines the other back in his hair, pulling hard so Carlos’ jerks backwards, spine going taut. Carlos’ hips press harder into TK’s pelvis and Carlos keens high and long. 

TK groans breathlessly. “Come on, baby. Let go for me, Carlos. Be good for me now.”

Carlos groans hoarsely, back arches, and TK can’t tear his eyes away as Carlos comes. His hips jerk in tiny movements as he comes down, trembling in TK’s arms. He goes soft and pliant, breathing unsteady and heavy. 

TK presses soft kisses to every inch of Carlos’ face he can reach. “That’s it, Carlos,” TK whispers, carding his fingers through Carlos’ sweaty hair. “I’ve got you; you’re okay.”

Carlos lets out a soft noise, before burrowing forward into TK’s arms. TK twines his other arm further round Carlos’ waist, pulling him tighter and keeping up his gentle scratches on Carlos’ scalp. 

“I love you,” TK says. 

Carlos makes a little wounded noise and turns his head slightly to press a kiss to TK’s shoulder through his shirt. “I love you too.”

TK just holds him tighter, moving his hand down from his hair to rest on Carlos’ nape. Sometimes he still can’t believe this is his life: this man in his arms, this job in this station, these friends he can call family. There’s not enough words to say how much he loves it, not enough time to show Carlos just how much he owes him. Carlos took his hand and led him out of the darkness. His Carlos. His husband. His forever. 

“Can I return the favour?” Carlos mumbles into his shirt.

TK flushes and twitches. Carlos tenses and straightens instantly, sitting up just enough to look TK in the eye without dislodging TK’s hands from his waist and neck. 

“Did you–”

TK hums in agreement and a shit stirring smile crosses Carlos’ face, looking way too smug. TK feels breathless at the look of it, although that’s not unusual for him around Carlos. 

“You can’t blame me,” TK huffs. “You’re the most stunning man I’ve ever seen and you’re mine.”

“Tyler,” Carlos says softly, pressing a kiss to the underside of TK’s jaw. “When?” 

“When you were wriggling on top of me telling me how much you need me.”

Carlos’ eyes turn soft and doey– the cow-eyes that are so lethal. “I do need you.”

“I need you too, Carlos. More than anything.”

Carlos licks his lips and tightens his legs around TK’s hips. “Was I–” Carlos begins haltingly. “Was I good for you?”

TK hauls him closer instantly, pressing a long kiss to the top of Carlos’ head. “So good. You were the best for me, Carlos. You always are.”

Carlos settles then, back against TK’s chest. TK wishes he could let Carlos rest as long as he needs, safe in TK’s arms, but he doesn’t know how long it’s been and TK really doesn’t want the crew walking back in to see Carlos looking as soft and vulnerable as he is now. This moment is TK and TK’s alone. 

“Baby,” TK whispers, “we should clean up before they all come back. They’ll take one look at you and know exactly what we were up to.”

Carlos hums and raises his head to look back at TK. “You don’t look much better yourself.”

“Well, you aren’t the one who would have to work in cum stained boxers if we don’t get up and change now.”

Carlos heaves a heavy sigh, but does begin to push himself to his feet. His legs wobble under him and TK is quick to follow and twine his arm round Carlos’ waist, half to keep him standing and half because TK just wants him close. 

TK begins to guide Carlos to the stairs. “If we’re quick, you can shower with me before they get back.” 

TK can’t really be sure that they won’t come back whilst they’re in the shower but he also doesn’t want to let Carlos go right now. It feels devastating, the idea of just sending him home alone. 

“We’re never quick if we share a shower.”

TK laughs against Carlos’ hair and lets the sated joy of the afternoon wash over him. Carlos is tucked securely into his side and TK is already imagining taking him home and laying him out across the sheets of their bed and taking his time with him. But, for now, the memory of Carlos’ lips on his neck, his weight on his lap, Carlos’ face as he comes, is enough to get him through the rest of the day.