Rating: E Summary: Five times Tarlos got interrupted during sexy time and one time they didn't.
The second T.K. hears the front door open, he’s on his husband.
“Mmph!” Carlos grunts against T.K.’s mouth as he attacks him with kisses. He stumbles back and catches himself on the doorframe as the full force of T.K.’s weight hits him and nearly takes them both down.
T.K. wraps his legs around Carlos’ waist, ignoring their near death experience in favor of more important things. “You’re late,” he mutters between kisses.
“I—know,” Carlos says, staggering a step forward so he can get the door shut while T.K. continues to cling to him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s date night, Carlos.” T.K. nips at his earlobe.
“I know,” Carlos says again. “Just give me a minute to get cleaned up and we can—”
“We only have—” T.K. stops his work and checks his watch, “—twenty-eight minutes until your mom brings Jonah back. There’s no time for you to do anything but fuck me.”
“T.K.” Carlos says, a note of censure in his voice as he takes a few more steps and dumps his husband onto the couch. “Give me a chance to catch my breath here. I can do just as much in twenty-five minutes as I can in twenty-eight.”
“Twenty-seven,” T.K. corrects, grabbing Carlos’ hand so he can’t walk away. “Please, baby? I’ve been waiting all day. I got everything ready, all you have to do is get naked.”
“Oh is that all?” Carlos asks with a laugh.
T.K. sends him a pleading look. “Twenty-six minutes.”
“This countdown is incredibly romantic, please keep it up.”
“Carlooooos.”
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