Episode 2x12 The Big Heat

For: Iheartbuddietarlos123, I had wanted to do this episode but wasn't quite confident I could pull it off. Hopefully it's to your liking! And yes, no fire!

"Hey babe. Hope you came hungry. Just put the chicken in the oven."

"What is this? You… You didn't have to do all of this."

"If my boyfriend's firehouse is going to blow up in the middle of a shift, I'm gonna make the most of it." TK feels the guilt bubble forth; his explosive reaction earlier weighing on him like a ton of bricks. With a sigh and a self-push forward he makes his way to Carlos loving the soft smile he is receiving.

"Hi." TK palms Carlos' cheek, a soft smile on his own lips.

"Hi." Carlos' voice is soft, full of love, no anger in his demeanor whatsoever.

"Listen… About the other blowup at the firehouse," he begins. But Carlos is already there, incident already forgotten. No forgiveness needed.

"TK, we agreed. Nobody has to apologize." TK is listening, he really is, but he still feels guilty. So he opts to massage Carlos' shoulder instead of interrupting his boyfriend's explanation of their needing to be no apologies given.

"Our dads did what they had to do. We were collateral damage." Relaxing, TK allows a wider smile to grace his lips.

"But seriously, since when have our dad's become world-class con artists?" TK asks with a scoff.

"My dad spent 40 years going after thieves and scammers, so I guess some of that rubbed off."

"So then," TK grabs one of veggies Carlos is chopping and munches. "What's my dad's excuse?" He gives Carlos a wink. He's got him there, Carlos thinks as he takes his hand and places a kiss to TK's fingers.

"Your dad is a G, I don't think he has reason other than he's smooth like butter baby." To this TK laughs, any residual tension leaving his body. He pulls Carlos into a hug, kissing his cheek.

"How hungry are you?" Carlos asks, grinding against him.

"I mean… I could always eat." TK answers with a squeeze of Carlos' asscheek. TK loves how they can always go from the brink of an argument to this. This feral need for one another. He cups Carlos' member over his jeans and is rewarded with a hiss.

"Shit TK." Said boyfriend is currently on his knees, undoing his belt and sliding down the zipper. It's with deft fingers that TK takes him in hand, gently freeing him from the confines of his pants. This will never get old. TK looking up at him with soft green eyes, pupils dilated with desire, cheeks flushed. He can't help it, he strokes his cheeks with his thumbs.

"Gonna suck my cock baby?" TK nods as he wraps his lips around the head. TK is a dick-sucking God. TK wraps his hand around one of his balls and Carlos feels his legs begin to buckle.

"TK, baby," he starts, running his fingers through his hair. "I can't…" TK bobs up and down, using both hands to fondle his balls. He doesn't even know what he can't, what he's trying to say. So he decies to let go, feel everything there is to feel. TK is making a mess and it's filthy the way his drool drips down his chin and Carlos wants nothing more than to lick it up. The sounds he's making are pornographic really and Carlos feels as if his dick is going to fall the hell off he's so hard. TK's hair is just long enough for him to grip and he fucks into his mouth, ignoring the gags and gurgles from TK.

"Fuck yes, take my cock baby. I love the way you, ungh, take it so well." He loses himself to the sensation, the zing of pleasure becoming too much. TK takes it like a champ, looking up at him with watery eyes and a red nose. It's too much, the sounds, the feelings, TK's beautiful face. Carlos holds his head steady and thrusts wildy once, twice, fuck three more times and he is done for. Unable to stop the load from spurting into TK's mouth. When he's finally done cumming, his cock still half hard he releases TK and wipes the remaining cum from the side of his lips.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough." He says helping TK from his knees.

"No, it was so good." TK's voice is rough from the throating but his smile is genuine. He's also harder than hard and aching for his man.

"I think you should turn the oven off." He says with a wink as he walks to the stairs and waits for Carlos. Stupidly nodding, Carlos does as he's told, tripping over his still downed jeans.

"Might as well take them off." And thus he does. And he takes the hand of the man of his dreams and is led upstairs. When they cross the threshold into the bedroom, he pounces. Backs TK up against the door as he kisses down his throat, makes contact with his shoulder. He bites down hard, knowing that even through the shirt he'll stillmark him. It's TK's turn to hiss at this and he grabs the back of Carlos' neck in a steely grip.

"Jesus, fuck Carlos." Carlos is delirious in his need for TK. Today was a fucking shitshow but it's all about to end because he is sliding his hands up, up, up and TK's shirt is coming off. The bite mark on his shoulder already starting to bruise.

"I'm going to have to stay turned away from everyone in the locker room." TK tells him with zero heat in his voice. Carlos gives a goofy grin and a one shoulder shrug.

"Sue me."

"I'd rather fuck you." TK shirks his own jeans and then roughly yanks up Carlos' henley and finally they are both blissfully naked. Carlos Reyes is a beautiful man, it almost takes his breath away.

"Baby you're absolutely breathtaking." TK tells him, his eyes going soft. Carlos blushes, shifting from foot to foot.

"Don't get shy on me now Reyes," TK tells him cheekily. "Where's the man who just fucked of my face?" With that, Carlos' blood heats again.

"Bed. Now." He tells TK as he crosses the room to the nightstand for the lube.

"Yes sir." TK breathes as he climbs onto the bed on all fours. He wiggles his perfectly round ass and Carlos gives it a squeeze.

"Wanna get inside you so badly." He opens the lube and slicks his fingers up.

"Then do it." TK throws him a look over his shoulder.

"Not yet, baby." He kneels a knee on the bed, running his fingers up and down his crack, moving his fingers away every time TK moves to push onto them.

"I know we said no one has to apologize for today," he begins pushing a digit past the rim. "But how would you apologize if I let you?" TK shudders at the teasing.

"Carlos my god!" TK can't think as Carlos pushes further in, curls the finger.

"I-I'm not sure! I had planned to come over and apologize though." He whimpers when he feels lube pouring over him and another finger slipping in. When Carlos scissors his fingers he near climbs the wall.

"I think you should think of something soon," Carlos says breathlessly. "Lest I stop?" TK is thrusting back wontonly.

"Don't you fucking dare."

"Maybe I'll make you cum with no touching?" TK is panting, thrusting back against his hand and Carlos can see how hard he is. The tip of his cock an angry red, leaking pre-cum.

"S'not fair." TK slurs.

"Neither was the way you blew up at me but I'm not complaining." Carlos says conversationally while adding a third finger. TK wails and grabs the sheets in white knuckles. His eyes are crossing the pleasure is so good.

"I'd tell you how much of an ass I was." TK says breathlessly. "And I'd beg your forgiveness."He looks back at Carlos and bites his lip.

"Up." Carlos grips his hair and pulls him flush against his chest.

"You were an ass today TK." He says giving his fingers an extra hard thrust. "I was the messenger, not the enemy." Carlos didn't realize he needed to say that but the words were out now. He's panting as hard as TK is.

"I know that baby. I was out of line." He removes his fingers and TK whines, looking back at him. As he opens his mouth to complain Carlos lines the head of his cock up with his hole.

"Thank you," he grunts as he pushes in slowly. "Fuck, baby, for saying that." He runs his hand down TK's chest, reaching for his cock.

"Carlos I need…"

"Shh, I've got you." He tells him as he speeds up his thrusts. "I know what you need."

He opens the hand around TK's cock and whispers in his ear, "Spit." TK shudders and does exactly that, his pupils blown in lust. Carlos uses the natural lube to set a brutal hand thrust matching the slapping of his hips against TK's.

"I was so mad at you earlier." He tells him, nipping his ear not stopping his thrusts. "Wanted to spank that ass and turn it red."

TK reaches back and grips his hip, the only purchase he's going to get. Carlos uses his other hand to grip his throat keeping him securely against him.

"I wanted you just like this." He breathes into his ear and TK clenches. The pressure too much, the pleasure giving him an out of body experience. The sounds they make are obscene and Carlos pants in his ear, sweat starting to trickle from his brown. He licks TK's earlobe and tightens the grip on his throat. TK lets out a gasp and his eyes close as Carlos fucks him roughly. It's rare that Carlos lets go, lets his inhibitionns guide him but when he does, man is it fucking good.

"So so good." TK rasps out, licking his lips. He tries to keep up but between Carlos' hand on his cock and the punding he's giving him he's a lost cause; he's merely along for the ride. When he feels the telltale beginnings of an orgasm he looks back to tell Carlos but he's already there. Kissing his shoulder, his throat between his fingers, his eyes.

"I know baby, cum for me." He does. He cums so hard he's not sure if he blacks out or not. The next thing he knows is he's curled against Carlos' side, his boyfriend lovingly running his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know what the fuck just happened," he says, throat dry. "But I vote it happens again, and soon." Carlos' deep rumbling laugh hits him in the gut as Carlos pulls the sheets up over them.

"I fucking agree. I love you baby." He tells him kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"Love you more." He says sleepily, trying to remain awake. "I really am sorry I lost my shit earlier." Carlos grips his chin, meeting his eyes.

"Really, this time I mean it. No more apologies."