Carlos finally looked away to glance around. He spotted a clean(ish) cloth on his workbench and nodded to it. “Hand that over here so I can at least wipe off.”
Carlos’ heart was pounding. He wanted to grab Hancock and kiss the life out of him, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment by smearing grease and oil everywhere.
He nodded, reaching over to grab the cloth and hand it to him. The longer this dragged on without any real response, the harder it was for Hancock to keep himself together. He swallowed, watching Carlos uncertainly as he cleaned himself up, the suspense killing him.
Carlos quickly wiped at his face before he started to mop up the wet grease on his hand. His hands were shaking and he was trying not to appear too jittery. But with the time it was taking to clean his hands (and make sure Hancock’s beloved coat didn’t accidentally get stained) Carlos was starting to realize how it looked.
“I”m not trying to blow you off,” Carlos told Hancock quickly, still furiously wiping his hands clean. “I am legitimately worried about getting grease on your coat. Because, Han – I want you to know…“ Carlos glanced down at his hands. Eh… good enough.
He tossed the rag down before grabbing Hancock’s head and pulling him in for a hard, but adoring, kiss.
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