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Cecil is a patient man.
Well, no. That might be a lie.
Cecil is not usually a patient man, but he’s been nothing but patient with his new boyfriend. And that new boyfriend sometimes worries that his patience might run out.
After already taking a full year to ask Cecil out on a date, Carlos worries that Cecil is going to grow tired of waiting for him. That maybe he’s moving too slow.
They’ve been dating for two months now. Two months of wonderful dinners and movies and walks through the park. Two months of calling each other ‘boyfriend’ and kissing one another whenever they can. Even one night of Carlos staying over at Cecil’s place after falling asleep on his couch during a Netflix documentary.
Carlos has wanted to move slow though. He’s asked to stop any time they make out and start getting a little too handsy. It’s not that he doesn’t want to have sex with Cecil – quite the opposite, actually. Sex has never been a priority for Carlos in any of his relationships – which, admittedly, isn’t many since Cecil is only his third serious boyfriend – but something about dating Cecil feels different.
Carlos is just nervous. Cecil has been so good to him, so the last thing he wants to do is scare him off the first time they get naked together.
And sometimes he can’t help but wonder: is he confusing his fascination with Cecil – his deep purple tattoos that move with his voice, his inhumanly sharp teeth, the eye in the middle of his forehead that’s sometimes there and sometimes not – with sexual attraction? Does he actually want to have sex with Cecil, or does he just want to study Cecil? Or are the two one in the same with his boyfriend?
As he and Cecil are walking through Mission Grove Park hand in hand after a casual dinner date, Carlos turns to kiss Cecil’s cheek. When Cecil turns his head to give him a proper kiss on the lips, Carlos’ heart flutters. It always flutters when Cecil kisses him. (Well, scientifically, it doesn’t actually flutter every time they kiss. If that were the case, Carlos would be checking himself into Night Vale General immediately. Thankfully, his heart is fine and Cecil just makes him feel so happy.)
As Cecil lets a hand drift to Carlos’ waist, Carlos doesn’t bat him away. Instead, Carlos moves as close as he can get to the radio host and deepens the kiss for a few short seconds, running his tongue along Cecil’s teeth.
He’s ready. He’s sure he is. He’s certain that this isn’t just about wanting to study his boyfriend. He doesn’t say that yet though. Not here, not in the middle of a public park. No, Carlos wants their first time together to be perfect. Cecil calls every part of Carlos perfect, and Carlos hopes that maybe, just maybe, sex might be added to that list too.
For the past two months, whenever Carlos has dropped Cecil off at his apartment, Cecil has always asked if Carlos wants to come inside. Carlos usually declines with a soft kiss before Cecil gets out of the car and Carlos drives back to the Science District. The few times Carlos has accepted the offer, Cecil has never pushed for more than a movie on the couch or fresh brewed tea and conversation at the dining table.
Today, Cecil doesn’t ask if Carlos wants to come in when Carlos drops him off. Carlos doesn’t register it at first when they kiss goodnight and Cecil steps out of the car. But before he can leave, Carlos rolls down the passenger window and calls out to Cecil,
“Are you forgetting something?”
Cecil turns to look back at Carlos with an eyebrow raised. He checks his pockets and looks inside his fanny pack. “No, I think I have everything! Did I drop a lip balm in your car again?”
Carlos chuckles softly. “No, no. Aren’t you going to ask me if I want to come inside?”
Cecil freezes for a moment as he realizes he did forget to ask. “Oh, Lights in the Sky, I’m sorry!” A deep purple blush spreads across his cheeks. “I just- I figured you’d- I mean-” He clears his throat. “I didn’t know if you’d want to…”
Carlos chews his bottom lip a little. “Ask me.”
Cecil steps up to the car again and leans in through the open passenger window. “Carlos, sweetheart, would you like to come inside with me? We can make tea or find something on Netflix?”
Carlos gives him a warm smile. “Cecil, I would love to.”
“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll see you at lunch tomor–” Cecil stops mid-sentence and blinks at Carlos, as if blinking a dozen times is going to make him hear Carlos better. “Wait, what?”
“I’d love to come up to your apartment,” Carlos reiterates before waving a hand at Cecil. “Now you go in, I need to park! I’ll knock on your door, okay?”
“Do you remember–”
Carlos laughs. “Cecil, I’ve been to your apartment a handful of times now. Don’t worry. I remember where it is. Start the kettle for us?”
Cecil nods, bouncing on his heels when he stands up straight outside the car window again. “Yes! Yes of course! I’ll see you in a minute, honey! Careful of the tortoise in the parking lot, he’s new here and he’ll steal your muffler if you make eye contact with him!” He blows Carlos a kiss and turns to walk – well, not so much walk as skip– into his apartment building.
Once Carlos parks, he puts both hands on the steering wheel and takes a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Zero, one, one, two, three, five, eight…
“Cecil loves you,” he says to himself under his breath. “You know that. You won't scare him away.” He pauses. “You probably won't scare him away.” He takes another deep breath and starts reciting the fibonacci sequence again. “Hypothesis: Everything will be fine. A scientist is always fine.”
When he's standing outside Cecil's apartment, he recites a few more numbers and taps his fingers on his thighs. He can change his mind at any moment, he knows that. He knows that stepping foot in Cecil’s apartment doesn't mean they need to have sex. It never has, and Cecil doesn't even know yet that that's what Carlos wants!
Cecil answers the door in a matter of seconds after Carlos knocks. “Hi Carlos,” he says, his voice honey-sweet as he invites Carlos inside.
“Hi Cecil,” Carlos smiles, flinching just slightly when the kettle whistles and Cecil runs back to the kitchen to turn off the stove.
“What kind of tea do you want?” Cecil asks. “I got a new lavender one. I thought maybe you'd like it. You know, since you have lavender gum…” his voice trails off.
“Lavender sounds perfect.” Carlos slips his shoes off and sets his messenger bag down next to Cecil's fanny pack before stepping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, trying to look as if his heart isn't racing. Is it normal to feel this nervous when you're about to tell your boyfriend you want to have sex with him for the first time?
“Perfect like you,” Cecil hums, pouring the boiling water over the tea leaves and setting everything aside to steep. “Did you want to find something on Netflix too? Or did you just want tea? I don't want to keep you late if you have an early morning at the lab, but you know you're always welcome to stay as long as you want.”
Carlos moves over to Cecil, placing trembling hands on his waist. “I'm not in a rush tonight. I was thinking, or hoping, that maybe I could stay the night?”
Okay, so maybe that wasn't as direct as Carlos wanted it to be. Surely the opportunity to discuss sex will come up though, right? Carlos finds himself wishing he'd rehearsed this in advance.
Cecil lets out a little squeak and cups Carlos’ cheeks in his hands. “You want to stay tonight?” he asks, hopeful.
Carlos nods. “I would like to. If you'll have me.”
“Yes!” Cecil replies without a moment of hesitation, his tattoos peaking at the sudden volume of his voice. His cheeks burning purple again, he closes his eyes tight and chuckles softly before continuing at a more normal volume, “I mean. Yes. I would love to have you stay the night.”
Carlos smiles warmly up at his boyfriend. He’s so cute when he gets flustered. “I’ll go get Netflix started. I think they have a new documentary about the secret messages hidden in IKEA furniture?”
Cecil lets go of Carlos’ cheeks. “That sounds great. I’ll join you on the couch with our tea in just a minute.” He leans in to kiss Carlos’ forehead.
Twenty minutes later, they're sitting on the couch together and their empty mugs are on the coffee table. Carlos rests his head on Cecil's shoulder, and Cecil's fingers are gently twisting in his hair while they watch the documentary. Carlos smiles at the touch, knowing just how much Cecil loves touching his hair.
Honestly, even if they don't end up having sex, Carlos thinks the night has been perfect.
But he does still want to sleep with his boyfriend. He just has no idea how to bring it up.
Luckily he doesn't have to think too hard about it when Cecil reaches over with his free hand to run his fingers over the facial hair along Carlos’ jawline. Cecil leans in for a kiss, and Carlos meets him in the middle, kissing him deeply. When Cecil gives Carlos’ hair a gentle tug, Carlos drops a hand to Cecil's thigh.
Cecil pulls away first, his pupils blown wide and nearly drowning out the pale, almost white purple of his irises. “Sorry,” he says under his breath.
“About what?” Carlos asks.
“I got a little carried away.” He pulls his hand back and out of Carlos’ hair. “I just love kissing you.”
“Don't be sorry,” Carlos says, leaning in close again. “I love kissing you too.” He pauses for a moment, pushing the anxiety to the back of his mind. “And I'd love to do more.”
Cecil blinks at him, hands both wandering onto Carlos’ hips. “You would?”
Carlos nods. ”Absolutely. You've been so patient with me, Ceec.”
“I'll wait for you for as long as you need.”
Carlos kisses him again. “I know you will.”
“And whenever you're ready to take this to the next level, all you need to do is tell me. Even if I'm in the middle of a broadcast or if it's the middle of the night or–”
“Or if we're watching TV?” Carlos cuts him off quickly before he loses his nerve.
Oh, the look of hope that crosses Cecil's face is so cute. “What, like this?”
Carlos nods. “I'll admit that maybe there was an ulterior motive for me wanting to stay tonight.” His heart is pounding.
Cecil tilts his head. “And what might that be?”
“Cecil,” Carlos starts, “I was thinking.”
“Scientists do a lot of thinking!” Cecil says brightly.
Carlos laughs fondly. “You're absolutely right about that. We do think a lot. But specifically, I was thinking about you, Cecil.” He bites his bottom lip. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Cecil replies.
Carlos reaches up to cup his hands against Cecil's cheeks and pulls him in for another kiss. “And I want to make love,” he says softly against Cecil's lips, then immediately feels his entire body grow hot. He wonders if a person can actually spontaneously combust from blushing too hard.
Science, he just asked for sex in the most corny way possible, didn't he?
Cecil freezes. “Oh,” he finally squeaks. “Tonight?”
Carlos pulls away from Cecil. “I-is that too soon?”
Cecil doesn't respond, but simply stands from the couch and extends a hand to Carlos.
Carlos blinks up at him. Was this a… good response, or is Cecil about to ask him to leave? Oh, Science, Cecil heavily implied he wanted to have sex with Carlos, but what if– Carlos’ mind starts to race. What if Cecil already knows–
“Carlos?” Cecil says softly, and Carlos realizes he's been silent for probably too long.
Carlos takes his boyfriend's hand and stands. “I can go if you want me t–”
Cecil shakes his head. “I–” He clears his throat. “I was going to show you the bedroom?”
When Carlos nods, Cecil leads him down the hallway to his bedroom. It's a decent sized room with an ornate wooden dresser, nightstands with twisting purple lamps sitting on top of them, and a queen sized bed with a mess of blankets and pillows in several shades of purple and pink spread across it. There's also a pile of laundry on the floor, which Cecil quickly tries to hide by draping a blanket over it.
“I'm sorry, if I knew you'd want– Sorry, I know it's a mess, I–” he starts, fumbling over his words as he hastily tries to tidy up the room.
When Cecil runs in front of him to put a plush pink pillow back on the bed, Carlos takes him by the arm and pulls him in for an almost desperate kiss. Cecil lets out a soft moan into the kiss before Carlos pulls away and says, “It's fine. I promise. You had no reason to think I'd finally be ready.”
“You're not just doing this because you think you need to, right?” Cecil asks gently.
Carlos shakes his head. “No. Cecil, I want this. I want you.”
“And I want you,” Cecil breathes before tangling his fingers in Carlos’ hair and pulling him in for another deep kiss. He backs Carlos against the dresser, and Carlos brings his hands to Cecil's hips.
It doesn't take long for Carlos’ lab coat to slip off his shoulders and for Cecil to start fumbling with the way too many buttons – merciful Science, why does Cecil wear clothes with so many buttons and zippers? – on the front of his shirt, but then they both freeze and Cecil takes a step back.
There's a heavy silence as they look at each other, faces still flushed and glasses askew, as neither of them dare to speak yet. Anxiety washes over Carlos. He knows why he stopped kissing Cecil – clothes were about to come off and he still hasn't told Cecil everything yet – but he doesn't know why Cecil had stopped after so much enthusiasm.
“I have something I need to tell you,” Carlos blurts out. “Before we go any further.”
“You do?” Cecil asks, worry on his face.
Carlos nods and takes off his glasses, walking to the side of the bed to place them on the nightstand. “I should have told you when we started dating, but I never knew how to breach the topic, and now we're in a situation where I have to tell you, and I worry you might not still want me.”
“I'll always want you,” Cecil says firmly. “It's me that you might not want.”
“What?” Carlos coughs. “What are you talking about? Cecil, I wasn't physically ready for sex until now, but I have been fantasizing about you still. I want you.”
“It's just– There are things about me you might find… off-putting?”
Carlos can't help but laugh as he walks back over to Cecil. “What, like your teeth? Your third eye? Your scientifically fascinating moving tattoos? Cecil, you're a wonder, and I get the pleasure of loving you! You could have eyes across the rest of your body for all I care!”
Cecil laughs with him. “That would make things easier. I've had boyfriends get scared off when I've taken off my pants.”
I have too, Carlos thinks but doesn't voice aloud just yet. A part of him wonders if Cecil might also be– “I want to see. You won't scare me off.”
Cecil closes the gap between them again. “I think you had something to tell me first, Mr. The Scientist.”
Carlos’ breath catches. “Yes. Well. If you and I are going to be having sex, then there's more you need to know about me. But maybe showing you will be easier?”
Science, Carlos, he chides himself as he turns his back to Cecil while he removes his shirt, wouldn't it have just been easier to tell him?
He looks down at his bare chest and the scars on it. The newest scar, one recently scarred over after the bowling alley incident, and the years-old surgery scars bordering the undersides of his pectorals. He takes a deep breath and turns around again. “See?”
Cecil stares at his chest, eyes wide in what appears to be lust more than anything else. “You are beautiful.” He reaches out to touch the bowling alley scar. “I'm so grateful this healed.” His fingers drifted down to the top surgery scars. “But what are these from? They're not from the tiny city, are they?”
Carlos shakes his head. “No, I've had them since long before I moved to Night Vale.”
“What happened?” Cecil asks, his tone somewhere between concern and dangerously protective. “Did you think I wouldn't want you because of some scars?”
Okay, so Cecil's lack of knowledge about top surgery scars probably rules out the possibility that he might also be trans. Or do Night Vale top surgery scars just look different? “No,” Carlos says with a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. “Cecil, these are scars from a double incision mastectomy. Top surgery. Five years before moving to Night Vale, I had surgery to masculinize my chest.”
“Masculinize..?” Cecil starts, then opens his eyes wide in realization. “Wait, Carlos, does that mean you're–”
“I'm trans, Cecil,” Carlos finishes for him. “I know I should have said something sooner, but now we're in a position where I have to tell you, otherwise you're very quickly going to find out I don't have a penis and that would get awkward fast,” he laughs.
Cecil stays quiet, lightly tracing Carlos’ scars with his fingertips. “Wow,” he finally breathes.
“Is… is that going to be a problem? I know you were likely expecting something different and I'm sorry for not telling you first but I guess I expected you to have Seen me with your Voice abilities and–”
“Carlos,” Cecil cuts him off firmly. “First of all, I made it a point to never try to See you when you've been naked. I wanted to wait for a moment like this. Second, I don't care if you have a penis or a vagina or teeth between your legs. You're my boyfriend and I love you for you. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you. I'm a little hurt that you waited so long to tell me, and this means I'll have to make some changes to my… spicier daydreams, but I think you're still a beautiful man and I want to have sex with you regardless of the parts you have.”
“Teeth..?” Carlos mumbles before shaking his head and pulling Cecil in for another kiss. “I love you, Ceec. Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me?” He finishes unbuttoning Cecil's shirt for him, slowly sliding it down and off his shoulders.
Cecil lets out a nervous laugh. “Can we kiss a little more first? If I scare you away, I at least want to have some nice kisses first.”
“You won't scare me away,” Carlos says. “But of course we can.” He moves his hands to Cecil's waist, smiling at the bare skin beneath his fingers. He kisses his boyfriend, and before long, Cecil has turned with him and they both fall onto the mattress.
Their kisses get deeper, more desperate as Carlos is on his back underneath Cecil. Cecil's hands wander down and he unbuttons Carlos’ pants. When Carlos doesn't push him away, and instead rolls his hips up to press against Cecil's hand, Cecil takes the invitation to slide Carlos’ pants and underwear off.
“Gods, Carlos.” Cecil sits up, kneeling between his scientist's legs and letting his eyes drift over his body. “You are beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect.” He leans over to gently kiss Carlos’ chest.
Carlos smiles up at him before he sits up and hooks a finger in the waistband of Cecil's pants. “Please show me, Cecil.”
“You're sure?”
“Honey,” Carlos starts with a chuckle. “I'm naked on your bed and feeling very turned on right now. I promise you won't scare me.” He gives Cecil a gentle kiss.
Cecil punctuates the kiss with a soft bite before standing off the bed. “You're the sweetest man I've ever met. I hope you're right.” He turns his back to Carlos and slips off the rest of his clothing (and Carlos can't help but ogle at his bare ass a little). He sets his glasses down on top of Carlos’ on the nightstand before turning around and climbing back on the bed.
“What do you think?” Cecil asks, sitting across from Carlos.
Carlos glances between his boyfriend's legs, staring at the sight before him for a few moments before a small smile crosses his face. “That's it?”
Cecil laughs. “What?”
“I thought there'd be teeth,” Carlos teases. “Cecil, you're incredible.”
Between Cecil's legs are three deep purple, writhing tentacles, and Carlos can't help but feel so lucky to have such a fascinating boyfriend. The tentacles look smooth and slick, and the one in the center is large and several inches long, its base thick and it tapers to a small rounded tip. On either side of it are two smaller tentacles, about the width of a human finger and half the length of the larger appendage.
“You… don't mind?” Cecil asks.
Carlos reaches out to run his fingers through Cecil's hair, then pulls him in close until their foreheads are touching – or, nearly touching. Carlos is always worried about accidentally headbutting the eye in the center of Cecil's forehead. “Cecil, just like you told me, I don't care what kind of genitalia you have. But if I'm honest, this is sort of a best case scenario for me,” he chuckles, having just enough willpower to not mention the tentacle dildo he used to have back in his college days.
“Is that so?” Cecil grins.
“Absolutely,” Carlos says, a hand wandering toward the tentacles. “Can I? Are they sensitive?”
Cecil nods. “Yes, and yes. Please touch me, Carlos. Please.”
Carlos doesn't hesitate, touching the large tentacle. It wraps itself around Carlos’ hand and leaves a slick, watery-black lubricant behind. “They're self-lubricating?”
Cecil's eyelids flutter shut at the touch. “When I'm aroused, yes.”
“Fascinating.” Carlos starts to stroke the tentacle, grinning when Cecil moans. “You're so beautiful, Cecil.”
Cecil doesn't say anything for a moment, choosing instead to shift his position so he can pin Carlos against the mattress. “Sweet, beautiful, perfect Carlos,” he says through breathy moans.
“My darling Cecil.” Carlos moves his hand away from Cecil's tentacles. He considers the strange lubricant coating his hand before reaching between his own legs to spread it over his aching pussy. He starts to rub at his swollen clit, gasping with barely contained excitement when Cecil bats his hand away and starts stroking him between two knuckles.
“I think getting you off is my job tonight,” Cecil smirks before his tone shifts slightly and he starts rattling off questions. “Do you like being under me like this? Would you rather switch places? I've never touched a vagina before, does this feel okay? Can I fuck you?”
Carlos barely hears the barrage of questions, his body growing hotter with need while Cecil touches him. All he can think about is how a tentacle, a real, writhing tentacle, will feel inside of him. “Please,” he finally manages to respond, “please fuck me.” He pulls Cecil down for a kiss.
Carlos has had his own secret fantasies about what sex with Cecil would be like. Admittedly, he had those fantasies long before he ever asked Cecil out. But none of his fantasies could have ever compared to the actual feeling of Cecil's body on his, their chests touching, and Cecil's tentacles – oh, science, his tentacles! – wriggling between his legs and teasing his clit. Cecil's hands are in Carlos’ hair and Carlos feels the larger tentacle slide inside of him while the smaller ones keep teasing him with touches.
Carlos gasps. “Are you controlling how they move? Or do they just–” He stops mid-sentence to moan.
Cecil moans with him. “They– they sort of have a mind of their own.” He kisses Carlos’ neck and starts to thrust his hips.
Carlos tosses his head back, exposing more of his neck to Cecil. When the radio host scrapes sharp teeth against his throat, his hands drift to Cecil’s back, dragging nails along his spine. The scientific part of his mind shouts at him, tells him that he shouldn’t be letting sharp teeth anywhere near his throat. It also tells him that tentacles were never covered in sex ed and so he would have no idea what the consequences of having one inside of him would be.
But that part of his brain, so important in every other aspect of his life, is insignificant compared to his arousal, his need for his boyfriend. He wraps his legs around Cecil’s hips, surprising himself by how much he whines and moans every time a tentacle strokes his enlarged clit like a cock, every time Cecil bites his neck or sucks a hickey to the surface of his skin, every time the larger tentacle hits a particularly good spot inside of him. He’s not usually very loud – or, at least, he never was in the few sexual encounters he’s had in the past, nor with his solo sessions – but something about Cecil releases any inhibitions in his mind and he moans Cecil’s name as he feels himself on the edge of an orgasm.
Cecil slows his movements to catch his breath and leave (surprisingly chaste, given their current coital activities) kisses across Carlos’ face, but his tentacles still writhe. When one of the smaller appendages flicks against his clit, Carlos gasps and digs his nails into Cecil’s back as his orgasm racks through his body.
“Lights in the sky, Carlos,” Cecil breathes.
“Don’t stop,” Carlos says, still riding his high and knowing he’ll become too overstimulated if he comes too many times in a row, but desperately wanting more.
A mischievous grin crosses Cecil’s face and his voice – his Voice – dips into radio levels, “I wouldn’t dream of it, my perfect, beautiful, handsome, very talented scientist.” He punctuates each descriptor with a thrust of his hips. “Not when your face looks so incredible when you come, not when my name on your lips sounds like the most beautifully composed piece of music.”
If Cecil doesn’t already know that Carlos has gotten off to his Voice on more than just a few occasions, Carlos is certain he does now. The scientist moans and moves his hands up into Cecil’s hair before pulling him down for a rough, breathless kiss, bucking his hips in time with Cecil's thrusts as they kiss.
“I love you, Carlos,” Cecil moans against his lips. “So much.”
“I love you, Cecil,” Carlos says, looking up at his boyfriend through half-lidded eyes and smiling when all three of Cecil's eyes are focused solely on him. He doesn’t think to stop himself from asking, “Bite me again?”
Cecil grins, showing off his teeth. “Anything for you, Honeybun.” He buries his face against the crook of Carlos’ neck and leaves teasing kisses there. As the movements of his hips and tentacles become more erratic, he bites down with a moan.
“Fuck,” Carlos whines, squeezing his thighs around Cecil and digging his nails into his back once more.
“Will you come again for me?” Cecil asks in his radio Voice, nipping at Carlos’ earlobe.
Carlos shudders at Cecil’s Voice. “Yes,” he answers, his breath shaky.
“Then come.” Cecil thrusts deep, the full length of his largest tentacle pressing inside of Carlos and the smaller appendages giving more attention to his clit.
Another orgasm jolts through Carlos’ body and his hands tremble against Cecil’s back. “Cecil, fuck!”
Cecil’s breathing becomes shallower and he braces his elbows on either side of his scientist. “Carlos, I’m close.”
“Then come for me,” Carlos moans, feeling on the verge of euphoric tears when Cecil’s tentacles don’t stop writhing against his oversensitive clit. “Please.”
Cecil starts muttering Carlos’ name like a lifeline before biting down on his shoulder as he reaches his own peak. Riding his orgasm, his body shakes against his boyfriend’s. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats.
“I love you too.” Carlos pulls Cecil in for a gentle kiss while they both catch their breath.
“You're amazing,” Cecil smiles and slowly pulls out of Carlos before rolling over, bringing Carlos on top of him. “Thank you for wanting to have sex with me.”
“Worth the wait?” Carlos asks with a lazy grin.
”Absolutely. I would have waited a lifetime for that.” Cecil kisses him. “...it's not too much to hope you'll want more of this, is it?”
Carlos giggles softly at the question. “Not at all. Cecil, I want to keep having sex with you for the foreseeable future, for as long as you'll have me.”
Cecil smirks up at him. “Until the end of time then?”
“You're so cute.” Carlos braces his hands on Cecil's chest and sits up, looking down to see the strange inky ejaculate that had spilled from Cecil's tentacles. “And so fascinating. I'd love to study your tentacles, both in and out of the bedroom.” He pauses, then laughs nervously. “Outside of some particularly erotic studies, I should probably make sure pregnancy via tentacle isn't a concern. In hindsight, that should have been my first question but your tentacles are just so hot and they felt so good so I’ll just need to hit the pharmacy in the morning just in case. Can you come multiple times or is your refractory period more similar to someone that has a penis? Can I test that?”
Cecil reaches up to put a finger on Carlos’ lips, laughing softly. “The mind of a scientist is always full of questions, and I love that about you. But right now I just want us to hold each other. You can run any experiment you want on me later.”
Carlos smiles and relaxes against Cecil's chest. “That sounds nice,” he hums while Cecil strokes his hair. After several minutes of cuddling in comfortable silence, Carlos rolls off of Cecil and curls up next to him. “I'm going to need a shower. And then I was thinking – hoping – I could stay the night?”
Cecil smiles wide. “I can make us breakfast!”
Carlos raises an eyebrow. “You've told me you can't cook.”
“I can order us breakfast,” Cecil corrects himself, then kisses Carlos’ forehead. “You know, you’re welcome to stay overnight any time you want. Hell, you don’t even need to tell me, you can just come over! Remind me to dig out my spare key from my kitchen junk drawer. You can have it!”
Carlos beams. “You’re welcome to stay at my place whenever you want, too. I know it’s smaller than your apartment, but it’d be nice to have you over more.” Cecil’s only been to Carlos’ apartment a couple times for dinner. “But maybe you should tell me first, just so I can make sure I don’t have any dangerous chemicals out where they could hurt you,” he laughs. “I would like you to come over though, whether you’ve had a long day at work or you want a home-cooked meal or if you’re waiting for me to finish up my work in the lab.” He grins, “Or even if you’re just horny.”
Cecil’s cheeks flush purple all over again. “Yes. I would like that. That would be neat.” He kisses the tip of his scientist’s nose before sitting up. “Come on then. I can show you how my shower works. It can be a little finicky if you don’t chant to it just right. And while you’re showering, I’ll change the sheets.” He holds out a hand to Carlos.
“Or maybe,” Carlos takes Cecil’s hand and sits up with him, “once you change the sheets, you can come join me.”
“Oh!” Cecil’s eyes are wide. “You have very good ideas, you know that?”
“I’m a scientist,” Carlos grins. “Scientists always have ideas.”
“And you’re my favorite scientist, with my favorite ideas.” He stands with Carlos and leads him to the bathroom. They both laugh when they hear the television from the living room, spouting off something about a POӒNG conspiracy, and realize they never bothered to turn it off.
