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“I’m going to miss this place,” TK announced, a hint of sadness in his voice. He meticulously folded a brightly colored hoodie , placing it neatly in the open suitcase on the bed. They were in the bedroom of their loft apartment, a space that had become synonymous with their lives for the past five years. TK stood on the right side of the bed, while Carlos mirrored his actions on the left, folding a stack of neatly pressed dress shirts.
It was time. After months of planning, packing, and the bittersweet pangs of nostalgia, they were finally moving. Five years in the loft – what they’d initially, naively, thought was their forever loft – were coming to an end. Sunlight streamed in through the large, windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a familiar sight TK had come to adore.
“I’m glad you ended up loving it, baby,” Carlos replied, a small smile playing on his lips. He carefully placed a pair of folded jeans into his own suitcase.
“I always did,” TK said, his gaze drifting around the room, taking in the empty walls and the high ceilings. He paused, a playful glint in his eyes, a mischievousness that Carlos knew well. “Even though…”
“Last time I recall, you broke up with me over it, TK,” Carlos finished, a touch of wry amusement in his voice.
TK chuckled, a sheepish look crossing his face, though his eyes held a different kind of fire. “I know, I know. But I did end up loving it. And all the… sun. Remember how I used to complain about how bright it was?” He let the word hang in the air, a double entendre that he hoped Carlos wouldn't miss.
“Seriously, TK?” Carlos raised an eyebrow, though he couldn't suppress a grin. He knew exactly what TK was doing.
“I’m serious!” TK insisted, his voice rising slightly in mock indignation. He leaned against the bed frame, crossing his arms, trying to look casual but his gaze was intense. “We had our first married… moment… on the couch, remember? With the sun streaming in.” He emphasized the word "moment," letting his voice drop to a lower register.
Carlos groaned, his face flushing slightly. “TK,” he said, his voice dropping to a low warning. He glanced towards the door, a mixture of exasperation and amusement in his eyes. “We had our first moment on our honeymoon, not on the couch. And can we please not talk about this? My mom and Jonah are here, remember?”
“Nope,” TK said, popping the ‘p’. “They’re not. I heard them leave. Something about ice cream, which means there’s the perfect amount of time to do… something.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“No, TK,” Carlos said firmly, though a smile played on his lips.
“Please?” TK pleaded, his voice taking on a whiny edge. He moved closer to Carlos, his hands reaching out to lightly grip his arms.
“No,” Carlos repeated, trying to maintain a stern expression.
“Last time in this bed?” TK whispered, his voice laced with a potent mix of longing and mischief.
“No, TK, stop asking like we’ll never have sex again,” Carlos said, rolling his eyes.
“After this conversation, we might not,” TK retorted, a playful smirk on his face.
“Yeah, right,” Carlos scoffed, though his heart was starting to race. He looked at TK, really looked at him, and saw the desire burning in his eyes. “Look at you right now,” he said, his voice softening, “you can hardly wait a few hours.” He reached out and traced a finger along TK’s jawline. “But we have a move to finish,” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And then… we’ll have all the time in the world.”
“Sorry, my husband is hot and I can’t resist him,” TK said, his eyes darkening.
“You’re so horny, Tyler,” Carlos teased, enjoying TK's playful desperation.
“No,” TK protested, though his tone betrayed him.
“TK, I swear you’ve just mentioned twice how you want to have sex right now,” Carlos pointed out, his smile widening.
“I’ll be quick,” TK offered, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“What are you going to do?” Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Suck you off,” TK replied bluntly, the words hanging in the air.
“TK, I swear…” Carlos started, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his voice.
“Ugh, you suck,” TK groaned dramatically.
“Last time I checked, you wanted me to,” Carlos countered, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Fine,” TK mumbled, his shoulders slumping slightly.
“Fine?” Carlos echoed, wanting to be sure.
“No more sex,” TK declared, crossing his arms. He knew he was being petulant, but he couldn't help himself. He was just so damn horny.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Carlos smiled and kissed him softly. “But back to work, mister.”
“I wanna take a break, though,” TK whined, pulling away slightly.
“You’re not doing anything right now,” Carlos pointed out, gesturing to the half-folded shirts on the bed.
“Come on, Carlos, we’ve been packing all morning. I’m tired,” TK complained, plopping down onto the edge of the bed.
“Maybe if you didn’t have so much stuff, things would go quicker,” Carlos teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Gosh, you’re no fun,” TK grumbled.
“But you still married me, didn’t you?” Carlos countered, his smile widening.
“Maybe,” TK shrugged, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
“Maybe?” Carlos echoed, playfully challenging him.
“I still love you though, don’t worry,” TK reassured him, his earlier playful mood shifting to something more tender.
“Never doubted that,” Carlos replied, his voice soft.
“Hmm,” TK hummed, then continued, a touch of wistfulness creeping into his voice, “Wish we could have one last game night here.”
“We did that last week, TK. Plus, we’re moving, not even 10 minutes away. Our friends aren’t going anywhere,” Carlos reminded him gently.
“I know. I just… I’m gonna miss this place. We got engaged here, had Lou, and Lou II here. I know the price scared me at first, but a lot happened here, baby, and I don’t like moving.” TK’s voice trailed off, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
“Hey, come here,” Carlos said, meeting TK at the edge of the bed. He gave TK his concerned “cow eyes,” the look that always made TK melt. “I loved every waking moment here, Tyler. So many memories. We’re moving, but together. Room for Jonah and a dog. It’s gonna be okay, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too, Carlos,” TK said, starting to sniffle.
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Twenty minutes later, all the final clothes were packed in the suitcases. And they were bringing them to the front door.
“Thank you,” TK said, facing towards Carlos.
“For what?” Carlos asked, a gentle smile on his face.
“For being here, for Lou II, for all the memories and countless nights here, for everything,” TK said, his voice laced with genuine gratitude.
“Of course, baby. You’re welcome,” Carlos replied, his eyes filled with warmth.
They kissed, a soft, tender moment shared between them amidst the chaos of moving.
“I’ll text my mom to meet us at the house,” Carlos said, pulling away slightly.
TK nodded. “The couch is coming with us, are you sure?” he asked, a hint of playful concern in his voice.
“No,” Carlos said firmly, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Ugh,” TK groaned dramatically, though he couldn't help but smile.
“I love you,” Carlos said, his smile widening.
“I love you too,” TK replied, his voice soft and sincere.
They kissed again, a deeper, more passionate kiss this time, a silent promise of the future they were building together.
And that was that. The last few boxes were out of the loft, and for a final, last time, the light switch was turned off. The loft, their loft, was finally empty.