Tarlos | E | 5/6 | 17.1k (total)
Sometimes, settling the score is as simple as falling asleep.
Or
5 times TK pretended to fall asleep, and one time he actually did.
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“You look nice,” Carlos says, walking into the bedroom. He catches TK’s eye in the mirror, appraising him. “Really nice.”
“You think so?” TK does another button up then adjusts the sleeve of his sage green shirt where he’s cuffed it at his bicep.
“Is there someone you’re trying to impress? It’s just the usual crew coming here tonight.” He places a hand on TK’s hip and steps in close.
“Yeah,” TK turns to face him and loops his arms around Carlos’ shoulders. “There is someone I want to impress. There’s this guy. I don’t know if you know him. He’s about six foot tall, built like a Greek god. Better, even. Soulful eyes I could get lost in. Great ass. And his shoulders? God.” He dances his fingers over Carlos’ shoulders. “Word has it he’ll be here tonight.”
Carlos rolls his eyes but he’s smiling. “You think this shirt is gonna impress him?”
TK slides his hands down Carlos’ sweater to his chest. “Hoping I might get lucky.”
