Carl/TJ for lianneb

[gilascave]

"Crap," TJ muttered. But he didn't move, so Carl just stayed where he was, on his knees with one hand on TJ's hip and one hand inside his own pants. He dug his fingers into TJ's hips a little more, but that was more about sucking harder than it was to keep TJ from changing his mind *now*.

Although how anyone could decide, halfway into a blowjob, that he didn't really mean it when he said yes, Carl hadn't a clue.

He sucked TJ's cock deeper into his mouth, and TJ's cursing got worse. Plentiful and colorful, until he finally stopped talking all together because Carl's mouth had taken over. Carl would have grinned in triumph, but he had a cock in his mouth and besides -- he didn't need to be smug. He just wanted sex and TJ was the only other person around for ten miles.

Afterwards, when TJ was lying on the couch with his pants still around his thighs and looking like he wanted a smoke or a nap or both, Carl gave his teammate's soft cock a fond pat and winked.

TJ rolled his eyes. "Crap. Now I have to wear the T-Shirt."

Carl raised his eyebrows. "T-Shirt?"

"They gave it to me when I joined up. I swore I'd never have to wear it."

Carl nodded, and made a mental note to give Gadgets and Pol a few hearty thumps when they got back to the Farm.