911/911 Lone Star One Shots

We Communicate

TW: past SA mention, not descriptive

"You know, we could go to dinner." Carlos started, looking TK up and down when he emerged from their bedroom all dressed to go out. "Or..."

"Or?" TK narrowed his eyes at him, smirking as he knew where his mind was headed.

"Or we could stay in. I could take those clothes off you. I could lay you down, kiss your lips, then your neck, then keep working my way down." He returned the smirk, looking at his husband with nothing but love.

"Don't threaten me with a good time. Who needs dinner?" TK smiled and Carlos stepped towards him, beginning to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around TK and TK jumped, his legs wrapping around Carlos' waist as he carried him to their bedroom.

Carlos dropped TK onto their bed and discarded his shirt before pulling TK's off. He laid over him and continued their make out session before Carlos began to kiss his way down, just as promised.

TK wasn't sure why but his mind suddenly flashed back to his ex. He could feel his hands on him instead of Carlos' and he could hear his voice. Don't pretend you don't want this. I don't care if you're not in the mood, I am.

Carlos paused as he was kissing his way down TK's torso, suddenly noticing the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He looked up at him worriedly, moving back up towards his face.

"What's wrong?" He tried to scan TK's face for any hint of what had happened.

"N-nothing. Keep going." TK tried to ignore it, pulling Carlos back in for a kiss. Carlos pulled away immediately, his hands on TK's chest to keep him from trying again.

"Stop. Just breathe, baby." He instructed, watching as TK's chest still moved too quickly with each rushed breath.

"I'm okay." He panted, his breathing only growing faster and more ragged.

Carlos sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over TK. "You're having a panic attack. I need you to try and slow down your breathing, okay?"

"No, we're- we were - just keep going. I'll be fine." He tried only for Carlos to shake his head, bringing his hands to cup TK's face.

"No. We're not having sex while you're in the middle of a panic attack. It's okay, just breathe."

TK brought his hands up and pulled on his hair, frustrated that his stupid trauma ruined their night. Carlos gently pulled his hands away from his hair, holding them in his own.

"Don't do that. Squeeze my hands if you want but don't hurt your head." He spoke so gently it made TK nauseous. This wasn't how their night was supposed to go.

TK was squeezing Carlos' hands in frustration as his breathing took its sweet time to regulate once again. It was probably only 10 minutes but it felt like an eternity for them both.

As his breathing seemed to calm down, Carlos broke their silence. "What happened? What triggered that?"

TK shook his head, releasing Carlos' hands and sitting up against the headboard. "It's nothing. Let's just pick up where we left off."

"No. We communicate in this relationship and pretending there isn't an issue where there clearly is one isn't okay. We're not doing that. Talk to me." He sat facing TK, watching as he brought his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them.

"I don't know why it happened, it's no different than the way many other nights have started out and I've been fine every other time." He huffed softly, clearly frustrated with his brain. "My ex used to... I wouldn't call it rape, but... he- he didn't care whether I wanted to or not and I-... I could feel him on me and I could hear him talking. And it's- it's not an insult to you, I swear, it has nothing to do with you or anything you were doing, I just-"

"Hey, it's okay. This isn't about me at all, I'm not offended or upset or anything. I can't believe you never told me this before." He wanted to take him in his arms and hug him tight but he wasn't sure TK needed that right then.

"Never interfered with us before." He shrugged as he averted his gaze, biting his lip anxiously.

"I'm not mad at you." He clarified, wanting TK to know that none of this had made him angry. "I'm pissed at the person who did that to you, but not at you. Not at all."

"Kinda killed the mood." He sighed, leaning his head back and letting it thump hard against the headboard.

Carlos frowned at the action, knowing that had to have hurt his head. "Don't hurt that pretty head of yours. Come here."

TK moved to be in Carlos' open arms, relishing in the comfort it brought.

"What do you want to do right now?" Carlos asked softly, rubbing the back of his head softly. "Anything you want."

"Can we just stay like this?" He requested softly, causing Carlos to smile and press a kiss to his forehead.

"Absolutely."