Charlos || Spicy Version 🌶

Halloween Special

Supernatural AU 

Not the show Supernatural... but like... supernatural things happen... kind of not really. 

Most of it is sfw, the second line of race car emojis is when it gets spicy. 

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 Charles always slept on the left side of the bed, arm tucked under his pillow. Tonight, he couldn't sleep, and his arm was going numb being pinned under his head, but he didn't dare move. Carlos was fast asleep behind him, curled around his back, arm thrown around his waist. His chest moved steadily up and down, pressing against Charles' spine.

Charles stared at the wall, not daring to move for fear of waking him. Carlos needed it. He hadn't been sleeping well and the rings around his eyes were getting more noticeable.

Charles didn't know what was going on with Carlos, but he had been acting strange recently. At first, he thought it was because of the shitty season, but then he realized it was something worse. He hadn't been sleeping or eating properly in weeks. He disappeared at odd times and always slammed his computer shut whenever Charles walked in the room.

Although he tried to push the thought aside, a paranoid part of Charles worried that Carlos was cheating. They hadn't done more than share a chaste kiss in weeks. It would explain why he'd been so secretive lately, but it wouldn't explain why he looked so sick.

His usual tan skin had taken on a pallid tone and there seemed to be a constant ring of red around his eyes like he had just finished crying. The usual shine of his hair had lost its luster. He didn't smile as much or laugh as often. He seemed on edge and exhausted all at once, and it scared Charles.

Carlos, who was always laughing and joking, dependable and strong, was falling apart at the seams and Charles couldn't figure out why.

He had asked, of course, but Carlos had always given a noncommittal shrug and Charles didn't want to pry. Carlos always took care of him, made sure he was someone Charles could always lean on, and now it was time for Charles to be the same.

Carlos's arm tightened around him, and for a second Charles feared that he had woken up. His breathing remained slow and steady, however, and Charles took this opportunity to slowly place his hand over Carlos's where it rested on his chest.

He moved his thumb over the back of Carlos' hand, tracing the tendons reverently. He absently thought about making breakfast for him in the morning, taking over Carlos' usual job. He wasn't as good of a cook as him, but he figured Carlos could use a nice breakfast in bed.

He smiled to himself at the thought and continued to rub little circles into Carlos's hand, lulling himself back to sleep.

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The tray was piled high with sugar-coated ensaimadas, fruits, toast, bacon, and eggs.

Charles carefully set down a glass of apple juice and a cappuccino in a small mug. Charles had tried his hand at latte art and it resulted in one rather sad looking heart, but hey, it's the thought that counts.

He took the tray by the handles and took small steps back to the bedroom, trying to keep the drinks from spilling.

Kicking open the door with his foot, he softly announced his presence, "Mon coeur, I made breakfast,"

Carlos made a pained sound and that's when Charles looked up, his eyes immediately adjusting to the dark room.

Carlos was already up, sitting hunched over, clutching his stomach in pain. His strangely pale face was already damp with sweat as he wrapped the duvet tighter around himself.