Unexpected

Chapter 21

Word count: 920

"Hey." Carlos whispered, wrapping his arms around Robert's waist and kissing the side of his neck. "What are you doing?" Robert laughed. They had agreed to keep their relationship away from work. Even though, Robert was strongly against never using the chance to fuck Carlos in their private office.

"We're off work now." Carlos mumbled, "And you've been staring at this stupid cork board since forever. Let's get home, hm?" "Home? Your bed or mine?" "Ha-ha, you're so funny." Carlos replied sarcastically, "We're going to my place, though. We're having dinner with Anna tonight."

"We what?" Robert asked, turning around abruptly and staring at his now boyfriend in complete confusion. "We're having dinner with Anna. I didn't tell you because I know you'd freak but you know Anna and you like each other so there is literally no reason to freak. We just have to speak about some boundaries that are important for a healthy poly relationship. Plus, the food will be amazing. After we cooked it."

"Trust me, you do not want me cooking." Robert laughed, realizing too late that he had just agreed to dinner with Anna. "Shit." he mumbled but it was definitely too late. Carlos grinned at him and grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's go home." "Your home." Robert quickly added.

"Well, I wouldn't mind you living there. I also wouldn't mind another threesome. But tonight, pussy is not on the menu. Lucky for you, I already did the grocery shopping so you won't have to go to a super market with me." "I would prefer that over dinner with Anna." Robert sighed.

Carlos looked towards the door as if he wanted to check if someone could see them. But the door was closed, the key in the lock turned so nobody could come in. Right now, they were busy closing a big case but while they were packing all of the stuff up - Robert was taking some time to appreciate the work they had done - the room was still locked.

Carlos wrapped his arms around Robert again, pulling him closer. "You don't have to come if it makes you uncomfortable but at some point we definitely do have to have a talk about the ground rules and everything." "No, I'll come. You're right, anyway. We gotta talk about everything and it's not like I'll meet your parents." "I promise, you just have to help me cut a few things, you won't have to do some huge cooking." Carlos smiled.

Robert wrapped his arms around him and pressed him tightly against his own body. He kissed him lightly. "We really shouldn't do this in the office." Carlos mumbled against Robert's skin. But he didn't want to let go. Being with Robert made him feel incredibly safe. Especially at work.

"No one is going to see us. They will never know." "You're a liar. We've made the rule to not do anything here in the work space while we were in the office and then we made out against the wall over there. So we will definitely get into trouble sooner or later." "Better later. I like this job and I don't really wanna get fired for fucking my partner." "I thought they won't fire you because you're their best detective?"

Robert chuckled: "Yes, that too. We're generally their best team. They won't fire us just because we fuck." "Let's still just not challenge it." "See you at your place?" Robert suggested.

They nearly never took the same car to and from work, even if they had spent the night together or were meeting up directly after work at the same place. In the end, they worked at the LAPD and pretty much everyone here was smart enough to conclude that something was going on if they kept showing up in the same car.

"Yes. But maybe pick up some stuff to stay over at your place first." Robert raised an eyebrow: "Why?" "So you can stay over." Carlos laughed, "I know you'll drink during that boundary talk tonight and I will definitely not let you drive home drunk." "Okay, that's a fair point. How about we have this talk at my place." Carlos laughed: "What are you so scared of, man? I got news for you: The talk is supposed to help you and make you not feel like you are intruding on a marriage."

"I-" Robert started and looked at Carlos in pure disbelief.

"You don't feel like you are intruding our marriage, you are just generally suddenly scared to come over to my place even though you've been there like a million times and you are suddenly scared to meet Anna again even though you know her and you've been friends with her for a long time now and nothing happened that could have changed that?" Carlos spoke out Robert's thoughts while at the same time proofing that he was right. "Had a threesome with her." "As if your playboy ass cares one bit about that. Tell that to your mom." "My mom is dead."

Carlos froze for a second, staring at Robert. "I'm sorry, that was-" Robert just laughed and buried his face in Carlos' neck for a moment: "Don't worry, it's been so long. I just wanted to shock you a little since you were so busy playing therapist."

"You still feel like you are intruding our marriage so we gotta talk so you gotta come over tonight. See you later." Carlos pressed a kiss to Robert's lips and went to the door, leaving the office like nothing had happened.

"Oh, you fucking asshole..." Robert mumbled.