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Seven-Sentences Sunday

Okay so it’s more than seven again. But sometimes it just needs to be.

Taking the citrusy fruit, he gives her a small smile. “Thanks, Fah. For everything. For fixing me up. For taking care of me. For coming with me.”

“Someone need to keep you in line. Make you stop and take care of yourself. You die out here without help.” She speaks bluntly and it’s something TK finds refreshing.

It isn’t long after the sun sets that TK drifts off to sleep. They discussed and agreed to take shifts so they could keep an eye on each other. Fah insists on TK sleeping first. He doesn’t fight her on it as his eyes are drooping without his consent.

After a few hours of sleep, Fah shakes TK to a state of awareness and he bolts up right, wincing as he grabs at his ribs.

“Enough for you. I sleep now.” She speaks and lays down getting comfortable and using his leg as a pillow.

WIP WIDNESDAY

A bit from Chapter 3 of RUINED. Chapter 2 should be posted maybe later tonight. Keep your eyes out for it!

Leaving Carlos wanting more had TK smiling. The look the guy had on his face of pure shock had been priceless. He just hoped this wouldn’t backfire and send Carlos running to jump in someone else’s bed.

They didn’t see each other again until the next shift they worked. Until then, they spent their time texting. A lot of questions were asked, pictures sent, and even some naughty fun was had.

By the time the next shift came, they were shooting giddy smiles to each other from across the room. It was another slow day with a lot of lounging around the firehouse. Carlos had been playing foosball with Philip and TK had been trying to help Miguel figure out what to make for dinner. But when he spotted Carlos eyeing him as he walked off from being defeated at foosball, he excused himself and followed after him.

He entered the bunk room just a moment after Carlos had and he was suddenly being tugged on. His body crashed against Carlos and their lips crushed together in a frenzied kiss.

After a moment, TK pulled back, desperate for air. “That… mmm,” Carlos interrupted his thoughts as his lips began attacking TK’s neck. “Carlos…,”

“Mmmm,” Carlos moaned into his neck. His hands slid down his back down to his ass and squeezed as he held him tightly against his own body.

“Carlos,” he tried again but the guy seemed to just have one thing on his mind. TK put his hands on Carlos’s chest and pushed himself back some. “Carlos, we can’t do this here.”

Carlos sighed and let his forehead fall to rest against TK’s. “Ugh…,”

“I know.” TK chuckled. “After shift. Come over?”

“Yeah? Does this mean I’ve earned it?” Carlos asked with a raised brow.

“Maybe another blowjob. Maybe more.” TK said while biting his lip. “We’ll see.”

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

CHAPTER 3 is now posted!!

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WIP Wednesday

A Work In Progress

Hi All! I am new to the fanfic world. Well, I say that because it's been over 15 years since I last wrote any kind of fanfic. But here I am attempting it. This will be my first Tarlos story posted to ao3, but it's not up yet. I thought I'd join in on the wip fun and see how well this snippet is received. I am happy to take any and all advice. Please, if you have any criticisms, be kind and make it constructive. I hope you all enjoy it! I've been having a blast writing it!

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After dinner, TK went straight to his room when they got back to his dad’s house. He didn’t stop to talk and they had been silent on the drive home for the most part. There was a little conversation about how the night had gone, but mostly, it was a quiet ride. Back at the house, TK made a beeline for his room. He should’ve gone home to his place, but it was late and he needed some quick relief. So he stayed at his dad’s place. In his room, he was quick to find himself in the shower and releasing the tension that had built up through the evening. 

After his shower, he collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He wanted Carlos out of his head. At least for the rest of the night. He just wanted some peaceful sleep. Unfortunately, the man crept into his dreams and he woke up needing another release. 

The morning seemed to move quickly and before he knew it, they were at the firehouse. It was a pretty normal morning so far. Coffee, b.s.ing with his brothers, and just chilling until a call came in. 

Hearing his name, TK left the conversation he was in, turning his attention to his dad. But when he looked, his eyes instantly found Carlos and that dry throat thing was a problem once again. He swallowed hard as the man got closer. Fuck, how am I supposed to do my job with him here? He looked so good in the tight hunter-green tee shirt he was wearing. That color really seemed to work for him. 

They greeted each other and Carlos was offering up that gorgeous heart-shaped smile of his and it seemed to cause a flipping in TK’s stomach. With his eyes fixated on Carlos, it was his dad’s suggestion that pulled him out of his trance. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Come on, I’ll um, I’ll show you… the kitchen!” He pointed in that direction and led the way. 

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“I believe my dad mentioned you’d be riding along with us as well. What size shirt do you wear?” He asked as he moved to grab a firehouse shirt for Carlos. “Here. You’ll need to wear that and uh, pants. There should be some here in the wardrobe.” He opened the wardrobe and pointed out the pants for Carlos to choose from. 

“Cool, thanks.” Carlos took a look and found his size. “Um, I’ll just go change then.” He said and gave a nod, 

When Carlos left the room to go change, TK fell to the mattress of his bunk, hands covering his face. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the day with Carlos around. Was he staying for the whole shift? He had no clue. He hoped not since there was nothing he could do about his urges. 

“What do ya think?” Carlos asked as he came back dressed in the same uniform. “Is it too snug?” He asked with a smirk.

Sitting up on his elbows TK looked at him and he seemed to forget how to breathe. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell. Then Carlos did a spin to show the whole outfit. That and the question did not help. Yes. Yes, it is too snug. “Mm, yeah. Looks good.” He said and pressed his lips tight together as he gave a nod.

Then he heard the bells and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you. He thought to himself. He’d never been so happy to hear the bells go off. “That’s our cue.” 

TK was up and dashing to the truck, Carlos hot on his heels.