Hi friends!
My latest completed fic is here so you know the drill.
Carlando - a gift fic for the Carlando gift exchange!
Lando is used to not seeing the people who live in the building. He comes and goes at odd hours and he uses the laundry room on his days off in the middle of the day and he checks his mail at 3:30 in the morning, so it’s more weird to him that he runs into Carlos twice in a five day period.
He had started to think that he maybe made it up - got dosed at the bar or had a vivid dream about a man who was every single fantasy he’s ever had - tall and broad and hair and hands and lips.
Or: Someone new moves into 4B and nothing is as it seems.
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