Chapter 10: Nightmares

Dylan had returned, Carlos was in pain, especially in his stomach and legs. He couldn't move, he had a weight on his arm. TK was calling him for help, Dylan was hurting him. Carlos got agitated, he had to get up, he had to stop this madman from hurting his man. He was scared, he started to shake, he couldn't see TK. He could hear him screaming for help, but he couldn't see him.

"TK!" he called in desperation.

He had to get up, he had to help him.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes wide and sat up in bed. Arms immediately surrounded him and he was pressed against a torso thinner than his own. The smell of TK invaded his nostrils. The words came to him.

"Shh, it was a nightmare. He's in jail, it's okay," the ER whispered to him over and over.

Carlos slowly relaxed in his man's arms, slowly understanding that he had had another nightmare. They had started as soon as they returned home. As long as they slept in the living room, it was more like TK was having them, regularly reliving what had happened in that room with Dylan and especially what might have happened. Carlos had made some too, but when they had returned to their room, it had been every night for the policeman. Their friends had tidied up and rearranged the room so they wouldn't have to think about what had happened. During the first weeks, there had not been a night when one of them had not had a nightmare. They had been helped, followed by a professional, surrounded by their loved ones and the nightmares had become less frequent.

That night, they had been having quiet nights for several weeks, but TK had gone back to work the night before. Carlos had had to go to bed alone for the first time since their attack, all the memories of that night and what had followed coming flooding back.

"Sorry I woke you up," the policeman murmured, still feeling terrible.

"No, no Babe, you don't have to be sorry."

"You need to sleep after your shift."

"I was just getting into bed, don't worry about it and I plan to take advantage of you being awake to have a cuddle before I go to sleep."

Carlos lay back down, still a little shaky, taking his man in his arms. They fell asleep quickly, lulled by each other's breathing.

Carlos parked in front of their house, after long weeks of downtime he had finally returned to work! He had been looking forward to this day, especially after TK had resumed on his side. Physically, they were now both fine. Psychologically, they were doing better, hardly having any more nightmares and no longer being plagued by memories of that day. Dylan's trial was behind them, and they were slowly but surely rebuilding. Their relationship was stronger than ever, and they had even planned a meeting between Owen and Carlos' parents.

He was pleasantly surprised to find the table set and his man in a shirt waiting for him with a glass of wine in one hand, a juice in the other.

"Did I miss a birthday?" asked Carlos, a smile on his face as he knew he hadn't forgotten anything.

"No, I just wanted to make you happy," TK replied as he walked towards him.

Carlos swallowed by noticing the glance of his man, obviously they were going to start with the dessert. The first-aid responder put down the glasses and was on him in a few seconds, tackling him against the door and devouring his mouth. They groaned, finding the passion which lived in them since their first night together. The hands of TK did not waste time, withdrawing the tight T-shirt of the brown to caress his chest with fervor. Carlos was not left behind, unbuttoning the shirt in a hurry.

"Rip it off," TK growled, letting go of his man's mouth to nibble on his throat.

"No, you're too sexy in it."

The policeman groaned as his man reached for his belt. He forced his fingers to stop shaking from the emotions TK was making him feel and finished unbuttoning the awkward garment. Without wasting a second, he made slide his hands on the body which he liked so much, caressing all the skin which he could in the passage and ending on his buckle of belt. He wanted to open it, but TK did not leave him time. The paramedic dropped the last of Carlos's clothes to the floor and gently pushed him down until he was sitting on the couch. He took a step back devouring the naked body with his eyes and biting his lower lip in a very provocative way. Carlos wanted to get up to touch his man, but this one made him sign to stay where he was. Surprised, curious and very excited, he settled comfortably and undressed his lover of the glance, for lack of being able to really make it. TK began to strip lasciviously and slowly, voluntarily lighting his man. He made it by caressing himself slightly, moaning occasionally without never breaking the eye contact. The air was almost electric between them so much they desired themselves and so much the small game of TK had excited them. The paramedic took his own sex in hand and began to touch himself. Carlos groaned in frustration, he wanted to touch his man so badly.

Finally, TK found that his little game had gone on long enough, and approached his prey like a feline.

"TK…" Carlos blew, more excited than ever.

The New Yorker offered him a smile to damn a saint as he fell on his knees between his legs and took, without further preamble, his sex in his mouth.

"Oh my... Oh TK!" he moaned under the sensations that came over him.

No one had ever made him feel as good as his lover made him feel every time they made love.

"Tiger, let me touch you," he begged.

"Soon Babe," replied the former firefighter who was having a lot of fun making his lover languish like this.

The policeman stifled an expletive as he saw his lover begin to prepare himself as he took it back into his mouth. Its excitation increased even more when TK started to moan. He gave in to this delicious treatment, vocally expressing his pleasure until he was close to the abyss.

"Hey, Tiger, stop, I'll…"

TK didn't continue this time and got up with a greedy smile. He sat on his man's lap and kissed him passionately. Out of breath, they separated. The fine lips of the New Yorker slipped along the jaw of his man until his ear.

"Make love to me," he whispered.

Carlos groaned with envy at these words. He seized his sex and positioned himself at the entry of his lover. Slowly he entered him, making them both moan with satisfaction. The Latino began to make small movements of hips.

"More Babe, more," gasped TK.

Carlos hugged his lover's waist, laid him down on the couch without coming out of him and began to make powerful pelvic movements. After a few tries, he found the area he was looking for, making his man scream with pleasure.

"Again!"

The policeman made himself a pleasure to carry out, bringing TK to twist of pleasure with each of his blows of hip. He accelerated by feeling the orgasm going up, TK was not far either.

"Touch yourself," he commanded.

The New Yorker took his sex in hand immediately, he was not in a state to think any more, he was so close. He anchored his green glance in the chocolate eyes which he liked so much just before cumming between their two bodies. Carlos made some more back and forth before coming deeply buried in his lover.

It took him some moments before being able to catch his breath and to leave the hot den. Carlos lay down between TK and the back of the sofa, taking his man in his arms.

"I love you Tiger," he whispered as he fell asleep with his head on his shoulder.

"Love you too," his lover's sleepy voice replied.

They let sleep take them, confident in the future and in their relationship.

The end!

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