After the first day, Carlos had been allowed out of bed and had spent much of his time on his couch, actually voluntarily doing Ty's paperwork - because it was better than staring at the walls or the tv. He'd had visitors too, more than Gael who'd all but moved in. Sarah and Ty and Hadyn and Elisha, of course. Ali and Matt had rushed in as soon as they heard. Cristian had used his job as a paramedic as an excuse, and Vicki hadn't bothered with any.
His mother had come, but his father continued to prove true Carlos' assumption that Felipe would never show up to see his second son unless he was dead. Though, truthfully, Carlos cared to see his father about as much as his father cared to see him.
He was sketching out new guard formations - not exactly the most exciting use of his drawing skills - when Gael came in that night with a bag of what smelled like Thai. "Oh no, I'll have to kick you out if you aren't going to make me a casserole," he said with a slight smile as he set down his pen and got to his feet. It was true what Gael said; he was getting along much easier. He'd seen the doctor that day, actually, and the stitches could come out in just a few more days.
Of course, the sixty year old Club doctor was definitely not who Gael had seen, and Carlos' smile widened. Sex had slipped away from being the center of conversation - but it was never far from his mind, and he'd jerked himself off more than once to the idea of watching Gael be fucked by Sebastian Novak. "Ah," he said, as he flipped the notebook shut and dropped it in the bag to go back to Ty in the morning. "And did Sebastian volunteer to come check on his handiwork?" Hopefully soon, because Carlos was on the edge of going stir-crazy.
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His mother had come, but his father continued to prove true Carlos' assumption that Felipe would never show up to see his second son unless he was dead. Though, truthfully, Carlos cared to see his father about as much as his father cared to see him.
He was sketching out new guard formations - not exactly the most exciting use of his drawing skills - when Gael came in that night with a bag of what smelled like Thai. "Oh no, I'll have to kick you out if you aren't going to make me a casserole," he said with a slight smile as he set down his pen and got to his feet. It was true what Gael said; he was getting along much easier. He'd seen the doctor that day, actually, and the stitches could come out in just a few more days.
Of course, the sixty year old Club doctor was definitely not who Gael had seen, and Carlos' smile widened. Sex had slipped away from being the center of conversation - but it was never far from his mind, and he'd jerked himself off more than once to the idea of watching Gael be fucked by Sebastian Novak. "Ah," he said, as he flipped the notebook shut and dropped it in the bag to go back to Ty in the morning. "And did Sebastian volunteer to come check on his handiwork?" Hopefully soon, because Carlos was on the edge of going stir-crazy.