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TK knew that when Carlos walked toward him like that with that expression on his face, he was in trouble, but he also couldn't help but marvel at how hot his husband was. His uniform just fit him so nicely. And yeah, okay, the stern look really did it for him. Sue him.
He’d been throwing TK looks across the room since he’d arrived. Unhappy looks. TK hadn’t made him come up to the table. He’d moved to a quiet corner of the room.
"You're supposed to be home, Tyler Kennedy," Carlos said as soon as he was close.
TK slid his hands up Carlos' chest. "Nancy invited me out. And it was lonely at the loft all by myself."
Carlos lifted his hands, wrapping one around each of TK's wrists. "You're being punished, TK."
TK leaned in. He wanted to be kissed. He wanted to be touched. He whined softly.
"You're out when you're grounded. You're up past your early bedtime," Carlos said. "Do you just not care about my rules or...?"
TK balked at that. He tried to pull his hands back so he could retreat a little but Carlos' hold was firm. "Babe."
"Nope. I have half a mind to put you in the back of my squad car right now. Why were you grounded tonight, TK?"
TK groaned, dropping his head forward. "Bad attitude."
Carlos traded his grasp on TK's hands for one on his chin, forcing his husband to meet his eyes. "You thought you could talk to me any way you pleased on the phone earlier, huh? Because I was at the beginning of an overnight shift and couldn't do anything?"
"Carlos," TK whined.
Carlos patted his cheek. "Go home, TK. I want a picture of you in bed within the hour. Disobey me again, and I'll use my lunch to come home and spank you."
TK eyed him. "I'm not getting a spanking?"
"Of course you are, baby. You get to work your shift tomorrow with a sore backside for being a brat to me on mine," Carlos replied. He smiled and leaned in to kiss TK.
TK wanted to pout, but he also wanted to be kissed and that won out. He leaned into the kiss and then frowned as Carlos pulled back. He watched him join the other officers. It was just his luck that a fight would break out at the same bar where he was out with their friends. And of course, Carlos had been one of the responding officers.
"I have to go," he told the group as he came back. He paid his bill, said his goodbyes, and headed out to the car. He could feel Carlos watching him and glanced back to look at him. He lingered for a second. Part of him said consequences be damned because he needed Carlos’ hands on him any way he could get them, but the more rational part pushed him forward and out to his car.
He did go home. He showered quickly and pulled on clean underwear and one of Carlos' shirts before climbing into bed. TK started on his side of the bed, but very quickly moved to Carlos' side, burying his face in his pillow and taking a deep breath.
He'd only gone out because Carlos was gone. And the loft was lonely when it was just him. He sighed and took a picture of his face smushed against Carlos' pillow. He sent it.
Almost immediately his phone rang.
"'Lo," he answered.
"Thank you for doing as I asked, baby." Carlos' voice filtered through the phone a little low in a way that was soothing to TK.
"Wish you were here," TK said.
"I do too. But this is my last overnight for a while," Carlos replied.
That was a relief. It'd been a long few weeks of poor sleep and passing each other like ships in the night.
"I do care about your rules," TK said softly. He hated that he was getting teary and he rolled to his side, rubbing at his eyes. "I just..." He didn't really have a good excuse.
"I know you'd hoped I'd come home to handle your attitude," Carlos said softly.
"You couldn't." TK sniffed. "And then I was in trouble and still all by myself. It felt bad. Then Nancy invited me to join them for late happy hour at Jack's. And... I was being bad, but at least I wasn't alone."
"How do you feel now?" Carlos asked.
TK pressed his hand over his eyes. "Worse."
"How about I talk to you until you fall asleep," Carlos said. "And then when you wake up again, I'll be there with you."
"Not as good as having you here," TK murmured. "But I'll take it."
Carlos chuckled. "Nancy's picking you up for work in the morning, right?"
"She agreed to stop for coffee too," TK replied. He tugged the blankets up over his shoulder.
"How about I come to get you," Carlos offered. "I'll order from Lotus Garden."
TK hummed softly. "Or sushi." He stifled a yawn. "Oh, or both."
Carlos laughed. "We can do both. I like leftovers."
"I'm gonna need you to kiss me so many times," TK said as he let his eyes fall shut. "I'm chronically under-kissed at this point."
"That sounds really serious, baby. Is there a cure?"
"A million and one kisses," TK mumbled.
"I'll tell you what, I'll give you a million and two, just to be safe."
"Good, good."
"I love you, TK. I'll see you when you wake up."
TK thought maybe he replied, but he couldn't really be sure.
The next time TK was aware, there was a warm hand against his cheek. He smiled and leaned into the touch without opening his eyes.
"Husband," he murmured.
When he took a deep breath, it was all Carlos. The forehead kiss had him finally opening his eyes. He smiled and immediately wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck.
"Hi, baby," Carlos murmured, pressing little kisses down his hairline. "I'm so happy to come home to you."
"Always gonna be here for you to come home to," TK promised. He glanced at the clock, not even five, then back at Carlos. "It's super early."
"I got off a little early. Gives me more time to hold you after I spank you," Carlos replied. He kissed the corner of TK's mouth.
"I'm not sure that's necessary," TK said, holding tighter to him.
Carlos kissed the other corner. "Aftercare is non-negotiable, Tyler."
TK huffed. Between Carlos kissing everywhere but his mouth and the talk of spanking, nothing seemed to be going his way. "What if we skip right to the aftercare, then?"
"And not follow through on my promise that you'll work your shift with a spanked bottom?" Carlos asked, kissing his nose and then right below his lips. "What kind of a husband would I be if I did that?"
"A benevolent one," TK replied.
Carlos pulled back. He smiled. "Benevolence is overrated."
TK pushed himself up on his elbows. "You should change out of your uniform and get comfy first."
Carlos moved to sit on the side of the bed. "I'll do it when you're in the corner. We both know you think I'm irresistible in this uniform. And that you're just stalling. You gonna come here, or do I need to count?"
TK huffed but crawled out from under the blankets and across Carlos' lap.
"And you even dressed for the occasion. Only one layer for me to take down," Carlos said, tugging at the waistband of TK's boxer briefs.
"You could leave them up," TK suggested.
"I could." Carlos sounded thoughtful for just a second, but the next second TK's boxer briefs were halfway down his thighs and Carlos' warm hand was resting on his bare skin.
"Why are we here?" Carlos asked.
TK pouted. He crossed his arms and rested his head on them. "Because you're horribly mean to your poor husband." He yelped when Carlos brought his hand down hard, twice in the same spot. "I was a brat! And then I disobeyed you and went out."
"Thank you. I know you were just pushing because you've been missing me, but when you push, I'm always going to be here to push right back," Carlos said.
TK wanted so badly to be stoic. He wanted to be able to just lay there and take his spanking quietly without any fuss, but he really wasn't sure he would ever be able to do that. Even though he tried to relax and crossed his ankles to keep from kicking, the moment Carlos actually started to spank him, he knew it was over.
Carlos was nothing if not an efficient spanker. He brought his hand down firmly across each cheek, alternating between them mostly, but every so often he'd deliver a few hard swats to exactly the same place before continuing.
"Ow, ow," TK whined softly. "Please."
But Carlos continued. He covered TK's backside in quick, firm swats, all of them coming together until it wasn't even like he was feeling them individually anymore but instead as one overarching burn. It hurt. It was supposed to hurt, but it was almost like a little surprise reminder every time he ended up in this position just how much it hurt to be spanked.
TK sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so sorry!"
"I know you are, baby," Carlos said. He wrapped a hand around TK's hip, which was almost always an indicator that it was about to get worse, and started to spank TK's sit spots.
That set TK off kicking his legs and squirming around. "Owww," he cried out, but Carlos just kept spanking.
TK didn't last much longer before he broke, stilling in Carlos' grasp and just sobbing into his arms. When Carlos nudged his legs apart a little and delivered a series of hard swats that caught the insides of his thighs, he just cried harder.
He was going to feel this spanking all day, Carlos had made sure of that.
"It's over," Carlos said, voice soft. He rubbed TK's back and just let him cry it out. "You were so good for me, baby. I am so proud of you."
Once TK had calmed down some, Carlos helped him to his feet and wrapped his arms tight around him. TK couldn't help but cling to him. Yeah, he was sore and he would rather have not been spanked, but he had Carlos. It was what he'd wanted from the start. He'd just gone about getting it in a not-great way.
Carlos cupped his face and kissed him. It was slow; it was gentle; it was everything TK wanted it to be.
"Corner," Carlos said. He pulled back.
TK whined, clinging to him still, his fingers grasping at the front of his uniform.
Carlos slowly backed him toward the corner. He kissed his temple. "You going to turn around like a good boy or do you need to go back over my lap?"
TK turned, but he stomped his foot once to show his displeasure. The sharp swat made him yelp.
"You stomp, I spank. Wanna go again?" Carlos murmured in his ear.
"Noooo," TK replied, crossing his arms.
Carlos kissed his cheek. "Good boy."
TK listened as Carlos went into the bathroom and started the shower. He heard Carlos' boots come off and hit the floor, then his belt. He groaned softly to himself when he heard the soft sound of the zipper on his pants. Carlos. His husband. The love of his life was undressing behind him and he couldn't see. He wasn't allowed to turn around.
"Babe," TK said.
"That's not my baby talking while he's in the corner is it?"
TK bowed his head forward, letting it thunk against the wall. He was being tortured. This had to be against the Geneva Conventions.
He heard Carlos walk past him and the way the water changed when it hit body instead of tile.
Then TK tuned it all out. He considered the corner. He considered his still throbbing backside. Maybe next time he'd ask for what he needed before he ended up over Carlos' lap. Maybe. One could hope, anyway.
He jumped when he felt the hands on his hips, but he relaxed back into the solid body behind him.
"Alright, it's okay," Carlos said. He pulled up TK's boxer briefs. "You're done. All is forgiven."
TK turned and took in the walking wet dream he'd somehow managed to convince to marry him. Carlos had taken out his contacts, so he had his glasses on and then nothing else but boxer briefs.
"Officer," TK murmured, resting a hand on Carlos' hip. "This is damn near indecent."
Carlos smiled. "Good thing I'm in my own home, huh?" He pressed a hand to TK's cheek and kissed him. "Come on. Come lay down."
TK let him lead him back to the bed. Carlos sat and TK straddled his lap, kissing him once, twice, three times in quick succession.
"I think I could spend a whole day just making out with you and feel so completely satisfied," TK murmured.
Carlos smiled. "Our next shared day off we can test that theory." He leaned in to kiss TK again, but he yawned instead. "Shit, sorry."
TK kissed his cheek, then the other one. He kissed his forehead, his jaw, his nose, then finally his mouth.
"Lay down," he murmured. He shifted off of Carlos's lap and onto his ass, something that made him pause for a second to blink through the soreness before he started to move again. He let Carlos get laid down first, then followed. He settled on his stomach, resting his head on Carlos' chest.
Carlos wrapped his arms around TK.
"I love you, baby," Carlos said.
"I love you more," TK replied. He smiled and kissed his jaw.
Carlos chuckled. "Impossible."
"Could be a draw," TK offered and that got a smile from Carlos.
"I'll accept that."
TK settled. He closed his eyes and dozed, happy to be with his husband.