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Carlos woke up and could barely move. For a second he thought sleep paralysis had taken over his body, but then he felt a puff of air on the back of his neck, and he remembered the night before.
He smiled to himself and slowly, carefully, turned around.
Next to him, or rather, clinging to him like an octopus, was TK.
TK who had finally agreed to spend the night and didn’t run a mile in the middle of the night.
He watched TK sleep and barely managed to stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers through his hair.
It had been a rough few months for them but they were finally in a good place, only despite spending most evenings at Carlos’ place, TK had never actually stayed over. Until last night.
They’d gone out to the club they’d taken Paul to a few weeks earlier, and they’d danced and just let loose, knowing they’d both have a few days off coming up.
Afterwards Carlos had, almost on autopilot, driven them back to Owen’s place, only for TK to stop him and tell him to turn left to his house instead.
They hadn’t even done anything but snuggle up in bed and sleep, but Carlos couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy.
After allowing himself to look at TK a little longer, he carefully slipped out of bed and went downstairs. He was going to make TK breakfast in bed and make their first morning together special.
He opened the fridge and sighed when he saw its contents . He hadn’t planned on TK staying over and he hadn’t had the chance to go grocery shopping yet that week.
He briefly considered getting fresh pastries from the bakery down town TK had mentioned he liked, but he didn’t want to risk him waking up in an empty house thinking Carlos had run off.
“Looks like there’s enough for pancakes here.” He mumbled to himself. “And I still have some of that green tea he likes and those bananas are still ok to eat.” He shook his head when he realised he’d been talking to himself. “First sign of madness, Reyes.” He turned the radio on for background noise and got to work.
He wasn’t really listening to the music, just humming along while he cooked until he vaguely recognised a song his mother loved. He remembered catching his parents dancing to it in the kitchen on more than one occasion.
“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.” He quietly sang along, thinking of TK and maybe dancing to the very song with him some day.
“Oh no, you’re a morning person.” He suddenly heard from behind him, making him jump and turn around. “If this is a regular thing, this isn’t going to work.” TK joked, looking unfairly attractive for someone who had apparently just woken up.
“You're supposed to be in bed! I was going to make you breakfast in bed!” Carlos scolded him, when his heartrate had returned to normal.
“I woke up and you weren’t there. I got lonely.” TK shrugged, pushing himself off the doorjamb and walking over to Carlos, wrapping his arms around his waist. “And then I heard you down here and I thought I'd come enjoy the show.”
Carlos laughed and leaned in for a kiss.
“What can I say, I'm in a good mood.”
“Yeah? Any particular reason?”
“I don’t know. I had a good night’s sleep. It’s a nice day…”
“It’s raining.”
“Maybe I like rain.”
“No you don’t, you hate rain because it messes up your hair.” TK teased.
“That was one time!” Carlos protested. “And it was because I wanted to look nice for you on our first official date.”
TK’s face softened and he pressed another kiss to Carlos’ lips.
“You looked great babe. You always do. It’s not fair really.”
“Hmm… says the man who looks like a model when he’s just woken up.”
“Shut up. You’re my boyfriend, you’re biased.” TK said and Carlos briefly wondered if he could feel his heart skip a beat at the mention of that word. It wasn’t the first time TK had called him his boyfriend, but he still felt giddy every time.
“What are you making?” TK peeked over his shoulder at the stove.
“Pancakes. Is that alright?”
“Sure.”
“What? Don’t you like pancakes?”
“No I do, I do. I just... never really eat breakfast. I usually just have a smoothie and back in New York I’d just get a coffee and whatever pastry looked semi fresh from the bodega near the firehouse.”
Carlos frowned.
“You can’t live on coffee and a pastry. Let alone work a full shift.”
“I don’t know. I’d just rather sleep a little longer than get up to cook.”
“From now on, I’ll make you a real breakfast whenever I can.”
“From now on? Does that mean this will be a regular thing?” TK asked innocently.
“I hope so. I like waking up next to you.” Carlos said and kissed him before stepping out of his embrace and turning his attention back to the stove. “Sit down, they’re almost done.”
“I thought I was getting breakfast in bed?”
“Get back to bed then, I’ll be up in a sec.” Carlos ordered, making TK laugh
In the end they settled on the sofa together, enjoying the pancakes and each other’s company with the radio in the kitchen still playing mindless pop songs.
“You know that song is actually about a man.” TK said around a bite of food.
“What song?”
“The one you were singing along to in the kitchen earlier. Can't take my eyes off you. Bob Crewe wrote it after waking up next to a man one morning and not being able to stop looking at him.”
Carlos gave him a questioning look.
“How do you even know that?”
TK shrugged.
“My mom is a musical theatre fan. She'd take me to shows all the time back in New York. We saw Jersey Boys four times I think. The story of Frankie Valli and the four seasons. She knew the guy who played Bob Crewe somehow and he told us that after the show one time.”
“So what you're saying is that you are a secret theatre kid?” Carlos teased. “What other trivia do you know?”
“Not much. I was just reminded of it when I saw you in the kitchen. I think I understand Bob Crewe now.” TK said and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ shoulder.
“Yeah? Are you going to write a song about me then?”
TK laughed.
“If I do, you’ll be the first to know.”