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The day started as normal, Carlos and T.K hadn’t had any time together outside of lunch breaks in weeks. The only time they talked to each other were passing moments at the loft. When one was getting home, the other was leaving. Both were getting frustrated, they valued their time together, cuddling, and other activities. Carlos finally had a day off, he decided to go out with his friends since T.K. wouldn’t be home tonight. At least that’s what he thought.
Meanwhile, T.K was planning a night for just the two of them, confirming their reservation, he cleaned the house, picked out a movie for them, and picked up a few new toys for later. He was excited to surprise Carlos, he managed to convince someone to cover his shift so he could spend time with Carlos. T.K. wanted nothing more than to spend the next night and tomorrow with Carlos, just being with him and talking. Unfortunately, he got held up on his last call, taking hours to finish.
Carlos sat at the bar, waiting for his friends to get there. That’s when someone sat next to him and asked him what he was drinking. “I have a boyfriend,” Carlos responded bluntly, not even looking at the other man. “Is he here?” Carlos hesitated when answering, “No.” He finally looked over at the man “Damien.” The man introduced himself “Carlos,” Damien smirked, and Carlos took a deep breath, this man was hot and interested. “So, boyfriend?” Damien asked. “Uhm… Yeah.” Damien leaned forward, whispering into Carlos’ ear “And is that going to stop you?” Carlos gasped and licked his lips, “No.”
Carlos and Damien left, going to Carlos’ car. Carlos drives back to his place, not expecting T.K. to come home that night. The second Carlos unlocked and opened the door he was pinned against the wall, Damien kissed him before kissing Carlos’ neck and unbuttoning his shirt. Carlos started stripping Damien of his clothes, moaning softly as Damien found his sweet spot. It wasn’t long before Carlos was on his back in his bedroom, moaning as Damien pushed into him and paused, letting Carlos adjust. Minutes later Carlos’ heart sank when he heard the door opening, he pushed Damien off, quickly trying to clean himself up and get dressed.
T.K walked into the house; his heart dropped when he saw a second pair of shoes and heard Carlos moaning. He tried not to assume the worst, but he quietly started up the stairs, nearly in tears when he heard another man’s voice. T.K walked into the room, looking up at Carlos, who was buttoning his pants, and then Damien who was only in his underwear at this point. “T.K please- “Carlos started “Shut the hell up,” T.K. said as he dropped the bag he had, which had several different items in it, and left. Damien left shortly after, leaving Carlos alone. Carlos opened the bag, it had chocolates, their favorite drinks, and a letter in it. Carlos slowly opened the letter, sobbing as he read it.
‘My love, I can’t wait to spend every day with you, you are everything to me and I never want to be without you. You are the person who made me feel like I deserve to get better and live a happy life. You make me beyond happy and I know you never do anything to hurt me, I trust you, completely and without a second thought. I know the beginning of our relationship was rough, I wasn’t easy to deal with, I had a lot of trust issues, and was worried that I would put my trust in the wrong place. Now I know I was wrong, you have always had my back, you have never given me a reason to think you would ever do anything to hurt me and these past few months I have never had to question how much you love me. I know you’re my forever. You are my home.’
T.K went back to his house and collapsed in the entryway, Mateo and Owen came rushing downstairs “T.K, what happened? Why aren’t you with Carlos?” Mateo stood on the bottom step, confused. All T.K. could manage to say was “He cheated.” Owen held T.K., and Mateo sat next to them, hugging T.K. who sobbed and pulled at his clothes. Owen slowly got up and moved T.K to the couch, T.K laid on the couch, curled in a ball “I don’t... I don’t understand why I wasn’t enough for him.” Mateo hugged him, “It's not you.” Owen was out the door with that statement. It didn’t take long for him to get to Carlos’ house, Carlos was started by the banging. He opened the door and sighed, unsurprised when Owen’s fist met his face. He didn’t try to fight back “How fucking dare you!” Owen yelled “Why?” he demanded an answer. “I was stupid, I wasn’t thinking about anything except my pleasure at the moment,” Carlos answered, feeling awful, his eyes were puffy, and his hair was a mess. Owen sighed “I hope you’re happy.” Owen left and went back to T.K.
The next day T.K could barely get out of bed, but Owen knew if he left T.K alone the result wouldn’t be good. It was better to have T.K. supervised and working, Tommy took inventory after every call. During the third call, T.K. saw Carlos, who looked like a mess, even after a shower and doing his hair. T.K tried to keep it together, and he did until they got back to the station and T.K went to the bunk rooms, where he fell apart. He ended up crying himself to sleep in the bed, luckily, he was working a night shift, so it wasn’t a problem when he fell asleep.
He woke up again in his bed, no, Carlos’ bed, with Carlos’ arm wrapped around him holding him like he would disappear. He sat up confused, realizing he had just had another nightmare. T.K. started crying and leaned back against the headboard. Carlos slowly woke up “Baby? What happened?” He sat up and pulled T.K. into a hug. “I had this nightmare… You met a guy at the bar and took him home, and I walked in on you two, and…” Carlos sighed and kissed his head “I love you, and I’m yours.” Carlos closed his eyes as he held T.K. “You would never cheat on me, right?” Carlos didn’t answer that question, he just kissed T.K., he knew he would have to tell T.K. the truth at some point, the guilt was eating away at him. “I’m yours,” Carlos mumbled.
That’s when T.K looked at Carlos “Answer the question.” T. K’s eyes darted over Carlos’ face, trying to figure out why Carlos wasn’t answering the question. That’s when Carlos’ eyes filled with tears.