Rating: E
Summary: When T.K. is stood up on his birthday, a "stranger" named Carlos makes sure he has a fun night anyway.
A/N: This one is real filthy friends...
Being stood up is one of the shittiest things that can happen to a human being.
First you think your date is just running late. Then you start imagining scenarios in which theyāve been kidnapped or murdered or stopped to save a dog from a kidnapper-murderer. Then finally, a little later than you should, you realize youāve been stood up and start plotting your dateās kidnap-murder.Ā
Thereās a lot of self talk; you remind yourself that youāre worth more than this, that clearly your date is an asshole of a human being who couldnāt be bothered to take the high road and at least send a text. And then you either go out and party, or you go home and wallow.Ā
Being stood up on your birthday is a whole new level of shitty though.
T.K. stares moodily at his drink, his ass numb after forty-five minutes of sitting on an unfathomably uncomfortable barstool. In an attempt at making the night feel festive, heād asked for a lemonĀ andĀ a lime in his bubbly water, but right now nothing in this place feels festive at all.
He should have known better. He and Kyle have been on a few dates, but Kyle hadnāt seemed super into him. It had been fun, but very surface level. The sex had been pretty good though.Ā
And T.K. had been looking forward to a birthday blow job.
He chomps angrily on his straw, his stomach growling beneath the shirt heād picked out for tonight. Itās one of his favorites, a blue button down with pink and purple flowers on it. There are little lizards hiding in the leaves. Heād been politely waiting to order food, but now that itās clear Kyleās not going to show, T.K. is quickly tipping into hangry territory.Ā
He peruses the menu and then signals the bartender. Heās ordering everything. If heās not going to get laid tonight, at least he can eat.Ā
āHi,ā he says when the bartender comes over. āIāll have the bacon wrapped dates, the artichoke dip, the chickpea salad, the miso glazed salmon with mashed potatoes and broccoli, andā¦ā He looks again. āThe mozzarella sticks. Please.ā
āWow, someoneās hungry.ā
The voice at his elbow is smooth and deep and T.K. feels his cheeks warm in a flush of embarrassment, which quickly turns into annoyance. Itās a pick up line, and heās not in the mood to be picked up right now. Heās in the mood to wallow. Alone. With his deep fried string cheese.
āYep,ā he replies tersely, taking a sip of his extra fruity water.
āHere for something special?āĀ
Wow, this guy isnāt taking the hint. āGetting stood up,ā T.K. says with an annoyed sigh.Ā
He turns, expecting to find a smarmy smile and a look that says, āHey baby, wanna see my dick?ā
Instead he finds warm brown eyes that are full of genuine sympathy.
āOh. That sucks,ā the guy says.
The man is built. His button-up strains over all his muscles, his brown skin warm and practically begging T.K. to touch. And then his eyesā¦T.K. feels like he could drown in them, so full of life.
āTheir loss,ā the guy says. āI canāt imagine standing up someone like you.ā
Well thatās flattering. āThanks,ā he replies. āI guess thatās what you get when you date a guy named Kyle.ā
The hot guy winces. āOof. Yeah. Kyles always turn out to be dicks, donāt they?ā
āThey do,ā T.K. agrees. āIām T.K., by the way.ā
āIām guessing the K doesnāt stand for Kyle?ā
The guy nods in approval. āMuch more interesting. Iām Carlos.ā
