Episode 4x2: The New Hot Mess

**Writing as if Carlos didn't get the phone call about Iris**

Carlos could tell something was off with TK but he didn't want to push. No, he wanted to push, he wanted to pry, but he also knew TK would come to him when he was ready. So he waited, baited even.

"Babe? I don't really feel like cooking tonight. Do you want to order in?" He looked across the room to his fiance. TK on the couch, phone in hand, disinterested.

"That's fine."

Carlos tells himself not to sigh. Not to show signs of frustration.

"Any ideas? Mexican? Thai?" He flips over the menus he's been perusing.

"I don't care, you pick."

"Come on dude. I always pick." Now he does let a hint of frustration seep into his tone. What he hopes is a warning TK picks up on.

"Yeah, you do always pick. You like to pick." Carlos sighs softly, digging deep to find some measure of patience tonight. TK doesn't move, thumb hovering over the screen.

"I do. I do like to pick. So why don't you surprise me tonight?" At this, TK does move. His phone clicks loudly in the silent room as he turns the screen off. His next words are a bomb of emotional shrapnel.

"Maybe this marriage is a bad idea." Fucking what? Carlos doesn't believe what he's hearing. He tells himself to play it cool, not to panic, or fly off the handle. He doesn't want to handle this crisis TK is having incorrectly.

"Okay, that surprised me." TK sighs, a response not readily coming. With concern in his heart and anxiety on his face, Carlos makes his way to the couch. To TK and sits between his legs.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Do you see me as a project?" Carlos can't hide his confusion. There is true distress on TK's face, mirrored in Carlos' own.

"A project?"

"Like something that needs fixing like a bird with a broken wing or a tragic case in need of rescuing?" Carlos runs his thumb along TK's jaw, a small gesture of comfort.

"No. What are you talking about?"

"When you married Iris, did you feel like you can fix her or save her from her illness?" Carlos can't hide the emotion, unnamed as it is, from his face.

"First off, when I married Iris, she wasn't showing any signs of schizophrenia. And I already told you TK, when I married Iris, I was a project. I was trying to fix myself. But I was trying to fix something… that wasn't actually broken." TK relaxes, slightly.

"And when did you figure that out?"

"Probably… the day I met you." TK giggles, fully relaxing now.

"Shut up."

Carlos allows a small smile to escape and feels the grip on his heart loosen slightly. He continues running his thumb along TK's jawline, throat, and collarbone. He can't help himself and leans in for a slow kiss.

"So you don't think I'm a hot mess?" TK asks quietly.

"Oh no, you're a- You're a hot mess. But you're my hot mess." At the expression on TK's face, his heart completely relaxes. All right the crisis has passed. A wide smile breaks across TK's beautiful face.

"I hate you." He gently whispers with a smile.

"Yeah?" Carlos is already leaning in, ready to claim his mouth. He loves to kiss TK. His lips are always soft and inviting, a crooked smirk constantly playing at the corner. The kiss takes on a desperate measure and he pulls TK into his lap, running his hands along his muscular thighs.

"God Carlos." TK breathes into his mouth, hands threaded in his thick hair. Carlos feels as if his brain shortcircuits momentarily when TK pulls on his hair, separating their mouths.

"I love you." Their eyes meet and Carlos dies when TK seductively smiles as he licks his lower lip before drawing it into his mouth, sucking hard. Carlos relinquishes all control in that moment, realizing he's truly died and must be in heaven. All this from a kiss? He's hard and aching, wanting nothing more than to slide home and the way he's grinding against him, TK is also. He must have said something because TK is grinning that stupid, "Gotcha", grin and Carlos could not care less what he said because TK is now sliding his shirt off and dropping it on the floor behind him.

"Stop teasing me." Carlos whines, moving to help TK unbutton his jeans.

"I asked if you wanted here and now, or if you thought we could make it to the bedroom." TK grins, his pendant hanging from his kissable neck. Carlos ignores him, choosing to shove at TK's jeans in an effort to free him from the oppressive garment. TK stills his hands, giving them a light squeeze.

"Babe, here?"TK shimmies letting Carlos pull his pants down to his thighs, as far as they'll go.

"Right here." Carlos growls as he begins to stroke TK. "Right now." Carlos strokes as TK begins to unbutton his shirt, muttering something about him being "too clothed." TK stands, kicks his jeans off.

"Strip, Reyes." He growls, fisting himself and winking at the flash in Carlos' eyes. He waits patiently, as Carlos takes a moment to watch his hand, eyes hungrily lapping his movements. Goddaamn the man was devine. Carlos stands and finishes his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders. Ignoring his jeans, he drops to his knees and adds his hand to the one TK is using to stroke himself. He kisses their joined hands, smiling when TK curses.

"You're supposed to be stripping." Carlos takes the head of his cock in mouth and TK wants to sing it's so good.

"I said here and now." Carlos smugly tells him when TK puts both hands in his hair and begins to fuck his mouth. Carlos' mouth is magic. He cradles one of his balls while widening his mouth trying to reach the base. The sounds Carlos makes are obscene and spurs TK to fuck his face harder. Carlos slides his cock out with an audible pop and stands, freeing himself, not bothering to remove the offensive bottoms. TK is face down on the couch before he registers what happens. With a gentle ease in, Carlos is fully seated and the two are crying out together.

"Fuck baby," Carlos pants, skin slapping skin. "You feel like a damn dream."TK grinds back into him, reaching back to grip his hip. He leans his head sideways to capture his mouth in a sloppy kiss. His hips pistoning into him. He's so close Carlos can feel it beginning in his toes. TK whimpers when Carlos grips him hard, strokes matching the motion of his hips.

"C'mon baby," Carlos breathes into his ear when they break for air. He grinds down hitting him in the bundle of nerves that make TK see stars. One, two, three more thrusts and TK is crying out his release coating the hand Carlos is currently working him with. Carlos takes a second longer and then he's right behind him, orgasm causing him to slump against TK.

"Fuck me that was amazing." TK pants, using the couch for leverage.

"Agreed." Carlos places a kiss to his shoulder, gently pulling out. "C'mon hot mess, let's go make a mess in the bedroom."