WIP WEDNESDAY
TK breaks their eye contact, nodding to Owen’s bedroom which is just a bit further down the hall. When they enter the room it is bright, the afternoon sun beaming into the space. “Here,” TK enters the closet, taking only a few seconds before he steps out with the shirt.
It’s entirely silly, the shirt having an image on the cowboy hat imprinted on it as well as the wise words written by big & rich. “Why does your dad have this?” Carlos asks with a small whine, already taking his shirt off.
TK stares at his chest, “I think one of his girlfriends got it for him.” He mumbles, distracted by the golden hue of Carlos’ abdomen. When Carlos notices, he smirks, moving to crack Owen’s door. He uses his fingers to beckon TK toward him, and the man listens, kissing Carlos stupid.