you’re really good at that

by caitlesshea

Summary:

A collection of Tumblr prompt fills, episode codas, fics, etc...

Chapter 1

1. Rescue

“I don’t need to be rescued!” TK breathes in heavily and exhales.

“I never said you did.” Carlos says with his ever infuriating patience.

“I told you about what happened in New York so you’d understand why I left the other night. Not so you could throw it in my face.”

“I didn’t throw it in your face.”

“You said you wanted to help me.”

Carlos looks away and TK feels only sadness at this exchange, any anger long gone.

“I didn’t mean with…well.” Carlos gestures around helplessly.

“Addiction?” TK supplies and Carlos nods.

“I just meant, help you, as in be there for you.”

“You could’ve said that.”

“I know.” Carlos says as he walks closer. TK smiles as his hands find warm hips to wrap around.

“You’re not the only one who needs someone.” Carlos breathes against his lips and TK smiles as he closes the distance and kisses him.

 

2. Lap

“C’mon. C’mon. Just one more lap.” Carlos laughs at the expression on TK’s face.

“I hate you.” TK says, scowling, but without heat.

“I don’t think you doooo.” Carlos sing songs as he bumps his shoulder against TK’s.

“Ugh. I hate this game!” TK throws his controller onto the coffee table and leans back into the couch.

The pout and crossed arms are too cute to be considered threatening, and Carlos can’t help it, he laughs, hard. So hard that he tips sideways and his face lands in TK’s shoulder.

“That game is definitely rigged.”

“It’s probably because you didn’t do any driving in New York.” Carlos jokes and TK shoves at him.

“Shut up.”

Carlos grabs TK with his momentum and shifts him so TK’s sitting on his lap. He leans his head up just as TK leans down and he kisses him. He wraps his hands around TK as he feels fingers in his hair, and swipes his tongue into TK’s mouth, the game long forgotten.

 

3. Hold

“Got room for one more?” TK asks startling Carlos as he looks up from the book he’s reading. Carlos nods and TK breathes a sigh of relief as he sits down at the table across from him.

Carlos closes his book and sets it down on the table and then he leans back in his chair. It shouldn’t be hot but it is. TK can make out the outline of his biceps through his button down and it’s doing things to him.

“I’m sorry. About the other night.”

Carlos just nods at him and he looks like he’s going to get up but he just leans forward instead.

“I won’t hold it against you.”

TK smiles, glad that he didn’t misread the situation or overstep when he asked Michelle where Carlos likes to hang out.

“Yeah?”

“But on one condition.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm.” Carlos nods. “You have to let me buy you a coffee.” He flicks his eyes towards the counter and TK smiles.

“Deal.”

 

4. Hot

“Ow! That’s hot.”

“You should use an oven mit.”

“Ha. Ha.” TK rolls his eyes at his dad as he brings the dish to the table. “You think you’re funny.”

“Oh I know I am.” Owen responds just as the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it!” His dad sing songs as he opens the door.

“Carlos! Welcome.”

“Captain Strand.” Carlos nods to his dad as he looks around their house.

“Well, I’m out. You boys have fun!”

TK curses the day he decided to move in with his dad as Carlos comes into the kitchen.

“What’s all this?” Carlos looks around at the table set for two and the dinner TK made.

“It’s dinner. Ya know, cause it’s after our shifts.”

Carlos smiles at him as he comes up close to kiss his cheek.

“For after our shift, huh?”

TK smiles as he sits down across from Carlos.

“Yeah.”

 

5. Scared

“I don’t want to do this.” TK grumbles.

“What are you scared?” Carlos laughs and TK glares at him.

“No. Fuck, they even smell hot.”

“It’s just a chicken wing!”

“It’s practically orange there’s so much hot sauce on it.”

Carlos actually laughs at him this time and TK picks up the wing and takes a bite.

“Shit.” TK rubs a napkin across his mouth. “I’m not eating any more.”

“They aren’t that bad.”

“Then you try.”

“Fine.” Carlos grabs a chicken wing off of TK’s plate and takes a bite. After a moment he drops the wing and grabs the glass of milk on the table.

“Oh shit.”

“Told you.” TK laughs and leans over to kiss him, which was a mistake.

“Shit.” TK reaches up to his lips that are now tingling and grabs his own milk, which just causes Carlos to laugh again.

“Tacos?”

“Tacos.”