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This is TK’s favorite part of the day – when it’s just them. When it’s just him and Carlos laying together in silence. Laying together in their bed. In their loft. It’s still hard for TK to believe that he gets to have this, that this is his life.
“What are you thinking?”
TK twitches a smile, remembering the night they were laying together in a different place, both literally and figuratively – on the hood of a car, on the cusp of a relationship. “I’m thinking…” He turns his head to look at Carlos like he did that night. “…we make a pretty good team.”
Carlos’s smile is soft, his expression so fond, so full of love that it makes TK want to cry. “We really do, don’t we?”
“’Fraid so.” TK laces their fingers and leans up for a kiss, then settles again with his head on Carlos’s chest, sighing as Carlos rubs between his shoulders.
“What else are you thinking?”
TK hums at the question – Carlos knows him too well – but he doesn’t reply, unsure if he wants to voice what’s been on his mind for the past week. Or rather, the past several weeks. If he’s honest, he’s thought about it – and dreamed about it – for longer than that, but recent events have made it more urgent. Life is so fragile, so achingly short. They know they love each other. They know they’re each other’s endgame, so what are they waiting for?
The silence stretches, but Carlos doesn’t push for a response; he never does. He just continues to hold TK, continues to rub between his shoulders in a way he knows is soothing, grounding. He’s always so patient, so gentle. He doesn’t just tell TK he loves him; he shows him.
TK closes his eyes, overwhelmed and a bit frightened. Everything is so perfect. What if he fucks it up by mentioning –
“We should get married.”
TK’s eyes snap open, but otherwise he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t breathe. Is this real? Did Carlos just casually say the words that have been clogging TK’s throat for weeks?
Carlos smiles when TK turns to look at him, amused by his shocked expression. “What? Too soon?”
TK answers by lunging forward, kissing him until they’re both breathless, until they’re both smiling too wide and too much to continue.
“So, should I take that as a yes or – ”
“Yes!” TK says it so loud he’s sure the neighbors hear. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Carlos laughs as TK peppers his face with more kisses, then settles on top of him, staring at him with those green eyes. He’s beautiful and chaotic and sweet and genuine and complicated and flawed, and Carlos loves him. He’s loved TK since the first time he saw him, and he still can’t believe he gets to have this, that this is his life, that this man is going to be his husband. He fans his fingers through TK’s hair, smiling when TK leans into his touch. “Te amo.”
It's a relatively new thing between them – Carlos speaking Spanish during their intimate moments – and TK’s eyes mist every single time. “Te amo,” he whispers back, wondering how it’s possible to be this happy.