just one night || a tarlos fic
summary: After a double entendre is made during their game of darts, TK makes an offer that Carlos isn’t able to resist. [1x03 reimagined]
word count: 4.3k || rated: e || day one of @911x911lonestarsmutweek || read on ao3
Just one night to be with you again, 'Cause I miss the way That it felt when we made love
When TK pictured what his evening out with Carlos would be like, he hadn’t pictured himself to be stewing in his feelings after a fight with a coworker. But that’s the exact position he finds himself in as he and Carlos play darts on this not-a-date-though-maybe hang.
The officer had been right; Austin truly was a small town so it should figure he’d be unable to avoid Judd’s smug face tonight. He hadn’t meant to spend the night prattling on about it but—as Carlos had proven himself to be—the man was a good listener and TK had a lot to get off his chest since his scuffle with Judd at the 126.
What he hadn’t expected, though he realizes now that he absolutely should have, was Carlos to speak his mind— even if it challenged him. But Carlos was good at getting him out of his head space and bringing him back down to one.
“You know I’m holding a dart,” he says, pointedly jerking the dart in question to punctuate his words.
“And I’m packing a piece.”
Don’t I know it, TK thinks.
TK’s gaze can’t help but flicker for a moment.
“That’s hot,” he concedes, his eyes lowering once more, this time in earnest.
He sets down the dart in his hand, having no real interest in the game they’ve been playing for the last twenty minutes. Not when a new objective has come into the arena.
Carlos lifts his beer bottle to his lips, holding it precariously between his fingers. TK watches, transfixed by the way the man’s lips wrap around the bottle. He can’t help but to think of it on other places too.
“I’d like to see it for myself,” he says boldly.
Carlos, in all his innocence just then, raises his brow.
“What? My gun?”
TK makes a face. “Not exactly the hard thing you’re concealing that I had in mind.”
Carlos’ eyes widen and he chokes a bit on his beer he’s just sipped.
“I thought we were working on being friends?”
TK shrugs lightly. “Friends tease each other,” he says matter-of-factly. “Some kiss. Some even have sex. There are all sorts of friends.”
“And what kind do you see us being? We did the hooking up part. Need I remind you, it didn’t exactly end well.”
TK nods in agreement but he’s not willing to let the matter drop that easily.
“Had I known the last time would in fact have been the last time, I would have done things a little differently. It wouldn’t have been a quick session before work, that’s for sure.”
TK has had time to lament over this. He’d been glad when Carlos reached out to him to hang out tonight. After his confession at the police station, he wasn’t sure what came next for them. They’d somehow managed to end their conversation on a good note. But still, even TK could admit, he was placing a lot at Carlos’ feet.
He wouldn’t have blamed the man if he ultimately decided it was too much in the end. But Carlos, kind and patient as ever, had decided to stick around.
“I’d have us take our time. Drag out the minutes into hours and hours if we could.”
Carlos eyes flicker to his mouth and TK smiles, sensing the man’s intrigue.
Carlos’ face grows pensive and TK clings to the wild hope that he’s managing to get through to him.
“You’d want at least one night to get it out of your system? Like…a redo?”
TK nods. “That’d be nice but only if you’re down for it. No pressure. I know casual isn’t your thing but—“
“One last night…then we’re back to being regular friends and colleagues?”
“That’s right. After that, it’d be business as usual after midnight.”
Carlos chews on his inner lip and TK does his best not to look too anxious for his reply. But already his mind is conjuring up the memory of their last time together.
It never takes much to call upon that afternoon. He’d be lying to himself if he says he doesn’t think about it often. The two of them were over just as quickly as they started but Carlos had left an indelible mark.
TK watches him now, letting his case rest and leaving Carlos to decide what comes next for them.
Carlos’ lips pinch together as he nods once resolutely.
“You have yourself a deal.”
~*~*~
TK spent the better part of the ride fighting to keep his hands to himself. Carlos didn’t utter a single word, his eyes fixed pointedly on the road.
But TK studied him, could see the sharp set of his jaw and the way he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Carlos may have been quiet but it was obvious his thoughts weren’t as he drove them over to his place.
As they step inside of Carlos’ house, TK glances over at the couch, remembering with ease the way Carlos had pushed him against it before the two of them went tumbling to the floor the last time they hooked up.
His face warms at the memory of how frenzied they’d been that day, literally unable to even make it into the house before they were pawing at each other.
Carlos seems more reserved now but the energy between them is rife with sexual tension. TK is just about to break the silence when he feels Carlos come up behind him the second the door closes.
His arms wrap around TK’s waist, body pressed to his. TK can feel the stiffness between Carlos’ legs. He smiles to himself, turning his head a bit to look at the other man.
“Hey,” he says quietly.
“Hi,” Carlos says back, licking his lips and biting back on the lower one. For as hard as Carlos is now, TK can see something like uncertainty in his eyes.
He turns around completely, putting some space between them.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve been so quiet this whole time.”
Carlos hooks his fingers into the belt loops of TK’s jeans and pulls him close.
“I’ve been picturing all the things I want to do with you…to you tonight. I want it all so badly, I almost don’t know where to start. But do want this, TK. I want one more time with you. I need it.”
Carlos takes a hold of his hand and tugs him along up the stairs and to his bedroom.
Like the rest of the house, Carlos' bedroom is gorgeous and tasteful but he allows himself just a second to appreciate the space before his eyes settle on Carlos himself.
TK draws nearer to him and presses a soft kiss against Carlos’ lips. It’s such a subtle brush but it leaves his heart pounding. TK runs a hand up from Carlos’ waist to his chest and can feel the man’s heart doing the same.
Carlos skims his fingertips along his jaw and kisses TK in earnest. It’s all so second nature, the ease to which TK falls into this with Carlos as if no time has passed at all since the last time he was here.
TK tugs on the hem of Carlos’ shirt and pulls it off his frame. He studies his chest for a moment, hands marveling at the toned muscles and smooth skin.
“And to think we got here tonight because of that stupid fight with Judd,” he muses.
Carlos laughs and rolls his eyes. “No more talking about some other guy. Even if it is your newfound sworn enemy.”
TK shakes his head. “Screw that guy.”
“Such a brat,” Carlos teases, turning TK around.
Carlos presses up against his back. He runs his palms across TK’s shoulder blades slowly and places a kiss at the base of his neck. Carlos’ nose brushes along the length of his neck, a soft sound leaving him. It gets TK’s blood rushing fast, especially as Carlos speaks directly against his ear.
“But that talk did prove a theory I had.”
Carlos' voice is gravelly and low. It makes the hair at the back of TK’s neck stand at attention.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“You need someone to put you in your place.”
TK fights the urge to shiver at the man’s wording and proximity. He very much likes the idea of Carlos in control.
“And where exactly is my place?” he challenges, doing his best not to let his voice quiver though his body is already shaking slightly.
Carlos lets out a breath against the shell of his ear as his hands grip TK’s shoulders firmly.
“Right now? On your knees, being a good boy for me.”
TK turns quickly then, searching Carlos’ face, seeing the darkened hunger in his eyes. Carlos wants this desperately and TK is quickly catching up to him.
“Yes, sir.”
He isn’t sure where the honorific comes from but it’s instinct as he drops to his knees a beat later.
A grin curls across Carlos’ lips.
“That was easy,” he muses, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at TK.
TK can feel his cheeks flush. Some small part of him feels a bit embarrassed but Carlos is quick to dispel any concerns.
“I like that. A lot. I just wonder…,” he trails off, his confident bravado from before slipping away.
“What is it?”
Carlos’ arms fall back at his sides.
“How far are you willing to go with me tonight?”
TK is brought up short for a second. “Wherever you want to take this, I’m game. Use me how you see fit.”
Carlos stands up a bit straighter at the words use me, TK notices. In truth, TK wants as many memories as he can create with Carlos tonight.
Carlos seems to weigh his words before he speaks.
“If it starts to go too far though—”
“I’ll tell you. I promise.”
Carlos searches his face for a moment and TK can’t help but to wonder what Carlos has in mind if he’s expressing concern. But he can see the instant Carlos reconciles his thoughts. His eyes go from pensive to craving once more.
TK continues to look up at him, not moving so much as inch as Carlos steps closer until TK is met with the very obvious outline of his hard cock in his jeans.
Carlos places a hand in TK’s hair and pets him slowly, nails scratching against his scalp before he grabs a fistful of hair. Carlos forces his gaze and TK’s throat instantly grows dry. So this is what Carlos has been stewing on all night.
TK looks up at him pleadingly, waiting for whatever instruction is about to follow.
“I want you to work for this. Can you do that for me, TK? Hmm? Can you show me you deserve it?” Carlos asks, his voice deep and clear.
TK nods quickly. Carlos in command like this is irresistable. With this objective now, TK vows right then and there to prove to Carlos just how good he can be. He leans in, nose rubbing against Carlos’ bulge. It makes his mouth water and after a moment, TK can’t hold off from going for it.
He mouths against his erection, sucking as hard as he can against the fabric of his jeans just wishing with everything in him that he could feel Carlos without the barrier. But he remembers exactly what it felt like the last time they hooked up. He closes his eyes and recounts the feel of Carlos’ cock in his mouth. It makes him stiffen but he ignores his own growing erection in favor of tending to the one right before him.
TK continues, leaving Carlos’ jeans drenched. Above him Carlos mutters under his breath, thrusting forward occasionally and moaning. He can feel Carlos trembling thanks to his ministrations. Carlos anchors the hand in his hair and rocks forward steadily as TK moves to the head of his cock, working his tongue over the surface, wishing yet again he were toying with his slit without anything obstructing him.
TK doesn’t let up until he’s guided away gently. TK peers up at Carlos then, watching the man’s jaw muscle clench. Carlos’ breaths are uneven and heavy as he settles. TK preens inside, certain he’s done a good job and pleased Carlos.
He settles back on his heels, watching greedily as Carlos undoes his jeans. TK’s cock twitches as Carlos pulls down his zipper. TK hasn’t felt this desperate in what feels like forever; the anticipation is killing him.
“How are you feeling?” Carlos asks.
TK smiles at the check-in, at Carlos’ concern but it doesn't feel necessary now. Not with him the most expectant he’s ever been with someone.
“Really good,” he answers. “I’d be a whole hell of a lot better if I got the real thing though.”
Carlos smirks at this, cupping his face, his thumb tracing the shape of TK’s mouth. It’s all so insanely hot to TK who finds himself effectively silenced by the man’s ministrations. It’s clear Carlos has every intention of using each second of this last night they’ve agreed to.
“Just a little while longer. There’s one more thing I’d like to see you do.”
Carlos' thumb works its way between his lips and TK opens his mouth to him.
“So pretty.” Carlos licks his lips and sighs. “Stay just like that for me. Don’t move.”
TK does as he’s told, heart racing to see what Carlos will do next. He stays perfectly still as Carlos undresses his lower half, kicking away his jeans and underwear. A small whimper leaves TK at the sight of his thick, already leaking cock.
He’s so sure Carlos will give it to him he can practically taste him. But instead the man wraps a hand around himself and starts stroking lazily right before his eyes.
Carlos’ eyes close as he leans back against the wall. TK can hardly breathe watching him masterbate. There’s a pounding in his ears as he looks on. Carlos’ lips part and this is, without question, the hottest thing TK has ever seen. His whole body thrums as Carlos squeezes himself at the base and lets out a breath, opening his eyes again with a grunt.
TK hasn’t moved, his mouth still hanging open just as Carlos requested. Carlos offers a half, almost bashful smile as his other hand comes to TK’s mouth, his index and middle finger slipping inside.
“Show me one more time what you’d do.”
TK trembles but is quick to set a solid pace against the digits in his mouth. With Carlos jerking himself off right in front of him, it’s a lot in the best way possible. TK is glad yet again that they’ve committed to a full night because he knows he will want more even after they’re done.
TK swirls his tongue around Carlos fingers and pulls back to just the tips before taking him in again, a deep moan leaving him as he takes Carlos fingers as far back as he can.
Carlos curses under his breath as they make eye contact. TK doesn’t let up, only fueled more now by the look of wonder in Carlos’ eyes.
“Very good,” Carlos says, slowly removing his fingers after another minute. “I think you’ve more than earned this.”
TK licks his lips as Carlos grips his hair and guides him towards his crotch. TK rubs at Carlos’ thighs as he opens his mouth and takes Carlos in slowly.
He can taste the beads of precome first and it makes goosebumps rise on his skin in anticipation. His only goal now is to push Carlos over the edge, to get the full effect.
Carlos’ fingers card through his hair as TK takes him in.
TK can’t help the moan that rips through him as Carlos fills his mouth. His tongue runs along the length of him, head bobbing as his cheeks hollow. Never before has TK craved someone this much, to the point where he practically feels delirious.
He loses himself in going down on him, lulled completely by the feel of Carlos pulsing in his mouth, the taste and smell of him.
“TK,” Carlos says, almost in warning but TK only doubles down, eyes rolling shut as he takes Carlos in further. His hands run along the curve of Carlos’ ass as he presses in even more closely, wordlessly telling Carlos he has no intentions of moving away.
His tongue laps against the underside of Carlos’ cock as he slips him out to just the head. TK plays with his slit, shivering at the taste he’s met with before taking Carlos in all the way again.
Carlos grunts and fucks into his mouth. TK can feel him twitch and a moment later his mouth fills with the man’s release.
Carlos shakes, knees buckling as he works through his orgasm. TK supports the back of his thighs as he continues sucking. There’s a full ache in his jaw but he ignores it, hellbent on seeing Carlos through to the very end.
After a moment Carlos’ hips still, his hand slipping out of TK’s hair and to his side as he removes himself from TK’s mouth.
“God, just look at you,” Carlos pants.
TK can only imagine the wreck his mouth must be, a mess of spit and Carlos’ release but he doesn’t care, especially with the amount of delight on Carlos’ face. TK simply wipes the back of his hand across his chin.
Carlos sinks to the ground and places a soft kiss on his lips.
“That mouth…,” he trails off, shaking his head.
TK laughs and comes closer to him, kissing and stroking his jaw.
“How are you feeling?” TK asks.
“Like I need to give you the best fuck of your life tonight to say thank you for that,” he laughs. “You did so well for me.”
Carlos massages his shoulder, thumb kneading into his skin. TK smiles proudly before he speaks.
“I liked seeing you like that. It was really hot.”
Carlos smiles and runs a hand through his hair. He looks so soft now, a huge contrast to how he was just a moment ago. It’s almost baffling how quickly Carlos can go from sexy to flat out adorable in a matter of seconds.
Carlos closes the distance between them and kisses him, a hand on TK’s cheek. TK grips his wrist as he kisses him back deeply. This kiss is direct and TK can already sense that Carlos is keen on shifting the focus onto him.
Carlos undoes the buttons of TK’s shirt quickly, brushing the fabric off TK’s shoulders and to the floor. TK settles in Carlos’ lap, draping his legs on either side of the man’s hips. TK grinds his hips over Carlos, his cock twitching. Carlos kisses across his cheek and nibbles against his earlobe as he scoops TK up and gets them both off the ground.
TK clutches onto him as Carlos carries him over to the bed and tosses him down against the bed. TK knows that he doesn’t want anything soft and sweet right now and it seems like Carlos picks up on that.
TK undoes his jeans and slips out of them hastily along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked against the sheets.
Carlos’ eyes trail down his body, settling between his legs. Carlos touches him and TK bites back on his lower lip at the feel of his large warm hand against his erection. His eyes roll closed as Carlos’ thumb roams the head of his cock, smearing the beads that have formed there already. TK lets out a hiss.
“Don’t worry,” Carlos says, stroking him. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll get you to come in no time, no problem.”
TK lurches forward and kisses Carlos roughly for a moment, trapping the man’s bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. TK turns over and settles on his knees.
Behind him, Carlos rubs a hand along his flank, down his back, and to his ass where he squeezes.
“That’s how you want it then, huh?” Carlos says, his fingertips just grazing over TK’s entrance.
TK shivers, gripping the sheets tightly. He can feel Carlos move away and he turns his head slightly as Carlos leans over and grabs what he needs from the nightstand.
Carlos coats his entrance and TK’s eyes roll closed at the sensation as Carlos very clearly slips a finger inside him.
TK trembles hard, so keyed up he is now. Carlos’ other hand rubs smoothing circles on his lower back.
“I’ve got you,” Carlos murmurs and TK has no doubts there. He never has when it comes to Carlos.
TK pulls in a steadying breath, relaxing his body and thrusting back against as Carlos works his finger in and out of him. Carlos adds a second and TK grinds against them both. He whimpers and sighs as Carlos works him open, fingers twisting and curling inside him until he’s wide enough.
“Ready for me?” Carlos asks in a voice that makes TK’s toes curl.
“Please,” he practically begs.
Carlos drops a kiss against his back. Carlos is only away from his body for a brief moment to put the condom on but TK is so eager it feels like a lifetime until he feels Carlos lining himself up to his entrance.
Carlos secures an arm around his waist as he pushes in, his hand instantly landing on TK’s cock and stroking steadily.
Blood pounds hard in TK’s ears as Carlos tends to him, his body overrun with competing sensations. Carlos is everywhere at once and it drives TK crazy in the best way.
He knows he won’t last long with how riled up he is but he still relishes in the man’s ministrations. Carlos’ thrusts are sharp and precise against his prostate. Each crash pushes him closer to the edge.
TK turns his head and kisses Carlos as he drives in deeper, one hand in the man’s hair gripping tightly. Carlos’ arm remains secure around his waist, his other hand still pumping hard against TK’s shaft.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Carlos growls in his ear. “I can feel it. Such a good boy, TK. So goddamn good. Come for me.”
TK’s eyes shut and he comes hard in his fist, completely coating Carlos’ hand and the sheets. Carlos doesn’t let up, only managing to drive in deeper, his hand relentless against TK’s length.
TK kisses Carlos through the aftermath, tongue ensnaring the other man’s.
Carlos releases him only when TK is spent and TK turns then, mouth never leaving Carlos’ as he pulls the man down on top of him. Both hands come to rest on either side of Carlos’ face and TK savors the feel of their mouths working in tandem until he can no longer breathe.
He breaks away and catches his breath, skimming his hands down Carlos’ arms and to his hands. He laces their fingers in a move that feels far more intimate than what this night is supposed to be about. But Carlos doesn’t seem to mind as he gives his hands a gentle squeeze and brushes his thumbs across his knuckles.
TK looks over at the clock. 11:36, it reads almost cruelly.
Twenty four minutes until the deal is done.
Carlos must be following his gaze as he says, “Time’s running out.”
TK fights the urge to sigh. He pulls his attention back to Carlos above him, finding the man already looking at him. He can’t quite read Carlos’ expression but he’s too afraid to ask what’s on his mind. Instead he opts to keep this light between them.
“This must’ve been what Cinderella felt like,” TK muses.
Carlos laughs, his whole expression changing.
“Well, before the carriage turns back into a pumpkin, what do you say to a shower with me? I’ll get you cleaned up and take you home.”
“Yes to the shower, definitely. But it’s late. You don’t have to drive me. I could just request a Lyft.”
“What are friends for, right? Besides, I’d feel a lot better taking you myself, knowing that you’re safe. Like you said, it’s late.”
TK feels something twist in his gut at the word friends. Whatever they are, it’s much more than that, even if TK can’t define it. He can see that and admit it, only to himself.
Instead he focuses on the offer being made, the obvious and genuine concern Carlos has for him. For a moment it makes him wonder what he’s so hesitant about in the first place. But he’s reminded with the warm smile Carlos offers him now.
It’d be so easy to break a heart as good as Carlos’. He’s already come so dangerously close after that disastrous dinner. He knows how lucky he is that Carlos is even giving him this chance now. He’d aired out secrets he hadn’t even thought he’d be willing to share. Dark truths that could have easily sent Carlos running in the opposite direction.
But he sees something in him worth sticking around for and for that reason, ironically enough, he can’t let Carlos get too close. Friendship is all he can offer right now and all TK can do is pray that it continues to be enough in time.
TK searches his eyes and nods.
“I’d like that, thank you.”
“Of course; any time.”
Carlos’ right hand breaks free of his hold and TK sighs softly as Carlos’ fingertip traces along his jawline and to his bottom lip. TK holds his breath as Carlos looks at him before the man leans in.
He kisses TK so deeply it pushes every other thought from his mind now. Every concern about what the road ahead looks like, every fear he’s going to find a way to ruin this in the long run.
He’s got twenty minutes left to kiss Carlos with no filter, to hold him close. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that timing is everything. He won’t let so much as a second of tonight go to waste.
