Il libro di Jaylos

pup

taken from: bunny-lou on tumblr
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Carlos is absentmindedly twirling a knife and the sight is chilling. He's leaning up against the fence in the most casual pose Jay has ever seen him take with the sunlight bouncing off the blade and lighting up his eyes.
It's hot. Like, Jay thinks everything about Carlos is hot, but watching him play with a knife and grin like a maniac as if he's dangerous and unpredictable if making Jay's chest constrict.
"Hey Pup," he says slowly and leans against the fence. "What's the knife for?"
"I'm all done," Carlos grins up at him and closes the knife, tucks it back into his shoe. "How are you? Are you hurt?"
No, he's not hurt, but if he pouts a little and stays quiet, Carlos will kiss his face and play with his hair and rub his shoulders.
"Aww," Carlos coos at his boyfriend's upset expression, "I'm sorry," and he cups Jay's cheeks for a kiss.
"S'okay," Jay mumbles and captures Carlos' lips. Some asshole of the opposing team had tackled him and then another asshole jumped on top and then Jay was under a pile of guys way heavier than him. It had hurt a bit, but it had pissed him off and made him play harder and the Knights won, so suck on that San Fransokyo.
"I took care of it," Carlos smiles when he pulls back and even though he's shorter and lighter and decked out in his cheer gear, he still has that wicked look in his eyes.
"You...took care of it?"
Carlos nods and bounces on his feet. "Number 50 tackled you, so I went and had some fun with his car."
"Meaning?"
"I slashed his tires."
That's why Carlos looks so sinister - he's touching his Isle side again. "You slashed his tires?"
"Not all of them!" He reassures, "just three of them. That way, his insurance won't cover the costs."
It's scary how smart Carlos is. Hot, but scary. It's not enough to just fuck up someone's car, but he makes sure that they pay for the fuck up too. "Pup, you didn't have to do that."
"Well I couldn't go out on the field and shove my foot up his ass," Carlos glowers, "so I settled for this."
"For ruining his tires?"
"Only three of them."
"You know getting tackled it apart of tourney, right?"
Carlos winces at the memory of his own brief time on the team. "Yeah, I know. I can still feel the bruises. But," he snuggles into Jay's chest so easily, no one would ever think Carlos has a knife hidden on him, "I don't like when you get hurt."
"I don't like when I get hurt either."
"So if someone picks on you again, I'm gonna go defend your honor."
"With flat tires and insurance screw overs."
Carlos nods and kisses his chin. "Of course."
Evil genius. Jay is in love with an evil genius. Awesome.