Carlos' jealousy leads to a steamy makeup session
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Episode 3x13 Riddle of the Sphynx

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Really? Because you called Cooper 'Coop' and I don't even think I have."

"No? I thought maybe you did on the phone the other night. 3:00 in the morning."

"You're really mad at me for calling my sponsor?"

"No, of course not. Let's just forget about it. It's not my place. Just trying to figure out what my place is."

"I-I don't even know what that means."

"It means if you needed to talk to somebody at three o'clock in the morning, you could've just rolled over."

"I didn't want to wake you."

"Why not?"

"Because Carlos, you weren't the one that I needed to speak with."

"Exactly."

"You know he's straight right?"

"Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I don't think you're cheating with the guy, TK."

"Not physically."

"Look, I know that confiding to your sponsor isn't cheating. It just… It feels like he's getting pieces of you that I don't."

"You don't want those pieces."

"I do, I want all of it."

"You have all of me, Carlos."

"Do I?"

"Yes!" TK slams his palm down on the table causing Carlos to jump in surprise. Carlos looks up at the ceiling while taking a steadying breath, the debate of ignore or reply warring in his expressive eyes.

With a patient sigh, TK rubs his face. Already regretting his outburst. "Would it make you feel better if… the next time I feel the need to use, I'd come to you?"

"You know you can."

"I know. And I might, but… it wouldn't be enough."

"I'm not enough you mean."

"No! Because you haven't been there. And thank God you haven't. I need people in my life that have."

Carlos puts his fork down, trying to control the tremble in his lip. The telltale sign he was quickly losing control; his tears hot and angry, ready to spill. TK takes stock of this and gentles his tone. Wanting to be heard and understood, but also knowing the need for gentle firmness.

"And if that…means that sometimes I'm late getting home… just know it's only so I will get home, Carlos."

With that, the tears come, and Carlos cannot stop them. He doesn't even bother trying. The emotions coursing are too strong, too visceral, too raw. He sits silently as TK inhales, exhales deeply, rises, and gently kisses his forehead.

"I hate tears," TK whispers, gently wiping a tear away. "Especially on you." Carlos looks up at him, eyes glistening.

"I just…" He trails off and closes his eyes, the hurt on TK's face is too much to take.

"I know." TK whispers. He starts to walk away before he turns back to Carlos. "C'mon, let's shower. I feel as if I need to beg for forgiveness."

Indecision wars on Carlos' intense features. He wants to continue the conversation but also realizes there's nothing left to say. He wants to argue to make his point but what point is left to make? At this point, it would be an argument for argument's sake. It's with this final thought that he takes TK's hand with a soft smile.

"Or maybe it's me who needs to do the begging. I'm the one who started this argument."

TK laces their fingers and gives his knuckle a gentle kiss.

"Baby, I should've seen," He begins, backing Carlos into the bedroom. "That you were feeling some kind of way. Feeling as if you were losing me." He unbuttons his shirt, grinning at the hungry look in Carlos' eyes as he does.

"I should've made sure you knew that Cooper was a sponsor and a sponsor only." He relishes the shiver that runs over Carlos when he lifts his shirt, knuckles brushing his abdomen. Carlos starts to reply when the offending garment is off but TK captures his lips in a soul-searing kiss. A kiss of sorrow, a kiss of apology, and a kiss of desire so intense he can only cling to TK and hope his reply is equal to the emotions he's also feeling. How do you apologize for being a jealous jackass while wanting to punish for being pushed away?

TK's lips find the sweet spot on his throat as he palms his dick and Carlos sees stars. The ferver begins. Lips, teeth, and tongues collide in a mashup of passion meeting pure need. TK drops to his knees, looking up at him with innocence as he unbuttons his jeans and frees him. TK could stare at his cock for hours, worship it for days, and ride it forever. Carlos shivers and reaches for him, but TK lithley moves out of his grasp.

"Not yet baby. I haven't even started begging." With a quick shove, the pants are down and Carlos is kicking them off, cock bobbing. TK growls, as he begins to suck. His mouth is a hot, wet heaven that Carlos never wants to end. He bobs, breathes, then relaxes his throat in an attempt to take Carlos deeper. At his limit, he gags, eyes watering. Carlos is an above-average man with a perfectly lined, thickly veined cock.

"Baby, I think-" Carlos begins but then TK sucks his head and he swears his knees are going to buckle.

"Your apology is-" TK massages his balls. Hits him with the sloppy sucking that makes him want to cry it's so good. Just when he starts to thicken, feels his release coming, TK stops, sits back on his haunches.

"Nooo," Carlos whines, maybe begs? All he knows is that he was about to be taken to heaven on an express flight that abruptly made a crash landing. With a grin, TK begins again, working him up again, only to stop right before release.

"TK, I swear to god!" He growls, hand gripping TK's hair not to gently.

"This is how I beg." TK grins running his hands up Carlos' muscular thighs.

"You're forgiven," Carlos begs, the switch not lost on him. "Just let me-"

"Help me." TK instructs, wrapping his luscious lips around one of his balls while taking Carlos' hand and placing it over his cock.

"Yes, anything." Carlos breathes, working himself in hand. His hand glides up and down his shaft as TK suckles his balls. He doesn't care if he has to beg, plead, or whoop TK's ass, he is going to cum this time. No more fucking games. He grips himself harder feeling his toes beginning to curl from the pleasure. Three pumps and a glance into TK's pretty green eyes and he's gone.

"If this is how you're going to beg for forgiveness I may need to get jealous more often. But now," He says breathlessly as TK rises to capture his mouth. "I need to actually shower." With a devilish look, TK takes his hand and leads him towards the bathroom.

"I could beg some more, really earn your forgiveness."

"With the way you beg, I think I'll end up begging first."

TK looks over his shoulder with a devilish grin as he turns the water on.

"I won't judge."