“Hey, try and hold still.”
He isn’t -- the excited energy wafting off of TK so clearly, Carlos wouldn’t be surprised if fireworks exploded from his skin. The buzz of him comes close the the morning of their wedding, which should insult him but instead doesn’t fail to completely cook up the fondness stored in his heart for TK’s joy.
Carlos’ heart jumps but he rolls his eyes at his husband and catches his chin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. With the other, he tries to apply one more silver rhinestone onto TK’s cheekbone. It rolls off as TK’s cheek lifts alongside his mouth.
“I can’t believe we’re gonna see her tonight!” TK gushes, his nose scrunched up now too.
Carlos hums and tries to apply the stone again.
“You’re gonna have to brush off your CPR skills because I might have a heart attack when she comes on stage.”
“Don’t joke about that,” Carlos mumbles as the rhinestone finally sticks into place. He jaw clenches when he notices that it’s the tiniest bit out of line from the other ones. “Or maybe don’t talk at all while I’m doing this or it will never turn out well.”
TK twists his chin out of the loose grip and catches Carlos’ hand. “Babe, I’m sure it looks great.”
“It’s not like the picture you showed me,” Carlos admits and sighs, heart sinking.
“Breathe, baby.” TK’s thumb swiping over the back of Carlos’ hand. “We’re not striving for perfection here. We’re getting ready for a fun concert, not the Met Gala.”
“But you’ve been waiting for a year for this. I want everything to work out exactly as you planned it.”
“Remember last year’s pride? By the time the opening band plays, I will have lost half of these. So come on, sticker me up and we can move onto some glitter for you.”
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