Title: Ten Minutes
Author: SneetchesToo
Pairing: TK/Carlos
Rating: General
Summary: Day 1: "You're so cute when you pout." + fluff
Author's Note: Just some softness, that is all.

"I am not, under any circumstances, staying in this bed for the next two days." TK huffed out his statement as he stared down the three people in front of him.

There was no way he was going to stay put.

Absolutely no way.

"Doctor's orders TK." He rolled his eyes at his dad's words. "If you want, we can take you back to the hospital…"

That was the last thing he wanted and they knew it.

"Trust me, a little rest will do you some good." He couldn't believe that Michelle wasn't on his side, normally she was the one getting into trouble with him. "You'll feel like a whole new person."

But he didn't want to feel like a whole new person.

He just wanted to get back to normal.

"I'll be here with you the whole time." Okay, so that part was a little encouraging. "We can be lazy together."

He heard his dad clear his throat and Michelle laughed.

"Just be careful of his stitches." She winked at him before turning and shoving Owen out the door as he muttered something under his breath about them being too horny for their own good.

He wasn't wrong though.

There was never a time when he didn't want Carlos.

Including now.

"They're gone now." Carlos just stared him down, his arms crossed over his chest. "Come on, I'm sure if we're careful we can have a little fun."

The other man rolled his eyes before shaking his head.

"No." Well damn, he was no fun. "I will lay with you and cuddle you and watch all the bad movies that you want."

"But? I sense a 'but'." He didn't think he wanted to hear it though.

"But no sex." He huffed at Carlos' reply.

Where was the fun in that?

"But why not?" It's not like he was an invalid.

"Because you just had major surgery TK." Yeah, yeah, yeah, so they kept reminding him.

"I had my appendix taken out Carlos," He really didn't think it was that big of a deal, he wasn't even in that much pain. "nothing life altering. I'm fine."

"Uh huh." The look on his boyfriend's face told him he wasn't going to get anywhere with this argument so he sighed and fell back against the pillows. "I'm gonna shower real quick. Pick a movie, I'll be right out."

He didn't respond and instead continued to stare at the ceiling.

Which is what he was doing when Carlos emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes, clothed in sweats and a t-shirt and smelling so incredibly heavenly.

TK felt the bed dip as he crawled in beside him but he refused to look down.

"You know, you're really cute when you pout." He was not!

And he wasn't pouting.

He never pouted.

Ever.

"Come on TK, pick a movie." Carlos handed him the remote but he didn't take it, instead he continued to stare at the ceiling. "Fine. I'm picking."

That was never a good thing.

Carlos had the worst taste in movies.

Michelle had tried to warn him once, that he should never let the man select the movie, but he had tried to be nice.

He had winced his entire way through B list Brad Pitt movie that made him want to pull his hair out.

Never again would he allow that to happen.

"I got it." He yanked the remote away and huffed, his stomach starting to ache from too much movement.

"Okay." The other man didn't put up a fight though.

Instead he reached out and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him against his side with a soft huff.

TK settled on something he was sure they had seen before, but he didn't care.

He could feel his body starting to get weak and his eyes starting to get heavy.

Having Carlos this close for the first time in 48 hours was making him all kinds of mushy.

"I give you ten minutes before you're asleep." The soft whisper was followed by a kiss to his forehead and he shook his head with a yawn.

"Five." He snuggled into the other man's embrace as best as he could and let his eyes finally close.

He was asleep in less than three.