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When Carlos got out of the shower, he found that his pajamas were not where he left them. There was a small chance that a tarantula had dragged them off again, but as he was currently at Cecil's place and Cecil hand made the clothes for his tarantulas, he didn't think that was it. He had heard the bathroom door open while he was shampooing his hair, but when he’d heard Cecil mutter something he had gone back to humming to himself and pretending like this was something that had happened before.
At the time, Carlos had assumed that he had forgotten some part of his nightly routine—like lotion, perhaps—not that he had been stealing his pajamas, and, to be honest, he had been a little distracted by all the feelings it had suddenly given him. He hadn’t realized they had reached the level of domesticity where they could make quick interruptions while the other was in the shower and it wasn't an intrusion of privacy. He’d never gotten that far in any of his past relationships, and it somehow felt nice to know that Cecil felt like he could do that without it being an issue.
Carlos grabbed his towel off of the bar and dried off quickly, trying not to grin. He didn’t have a clue what Cecil was up to, but he was sure that he was going to enjoy it. He wrapped his towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. Then he just stood there, staring out into Cecil’s bedroom.
At least, it was Cecil’s bedroom when he went into the bathroom. Carlos did take a bit longer to shower when he was at Cecil’s because his water pressure was better, but he could still have only been in there a max of twenty minutes. In that short time, Cecil had managed to move his bed, the nightstand, and the dresser to an unknown location. Where the bed had been was now an examination table like one might see in a doctor’s office, and there was a dressing screen in the far corner that he had never seen before that had a shadow moving behind it.
It did not take a scientist to put together what kind of scene Cecil was trying to set up, but it did make one scientist very confused. The thought of being able to do science on Cecil, even just sexy science, should have been a very enticing one. Instead, a little pit of dread opened up in the bottom of his stomach, and he realized how odd it was that he had never thought of doing this before.
There were many fascinating things about Cecil that Carlos should have wanted to get some additional data on, like all his extra teeth, the eye that opened up on his forehead from time to time, or even just whether or not he could actually unhinge his jaw like a snake like he was pretty sure he had seen him do the one time to keep Steve Carlsberg from eating the last piece of pie at a very awkward dinner. Carlos knew for a fact that he had wanted to at one point, especially back before they were dating when he had kept a notebook of observations on all his oddities, so why had he stopped thinking about it? Even on top of that, he had found he enjoyed sexy science and a bit of role playing in the bedroom early on in his life, so how had he never thought about doing it with Cecil?
Except… there was something just at the edge of his consciousness, like a word on the tip of his tongue that refused to make itself known.
“Cecil, did we…”
“Just to make it clear, before you get the wrong idea, I am going to be the scientist for a little bit, dear Carlos.” Cecil’s voice came from behind the divider, and he began to talk louder the longer he went on. “I know that you would never do science on me, and that is not at all what is going to be happening here.”
Carlos closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was quickly forming a hypothesis, trying to fight the metallic tang of panic as he worked through the different evidence and conclusions. He couldn’t be sure if he had been officially re-educated, or if it was just that specific memories had been targeted and altered, perhaps even removed altogether. In the end, he supposed it didn’t really matter.
Knowing himself and his proclivities as well as he did, it was entirely possible that he had attempted to do sexy science research on Cecil more than once, and that would certainly help explain why something that should have fascinated him made him start exhibiting several fear responses. He couldn’t help but wonder if Cecil was now doing this because he actually wanted to, or if he was hoping it would stop Carlos from getting the same idea and trying to once more engage him in something that wasn’t allowed.
When he opened his eyes again, it was to see that Cecil had stepped out from behind the little divider, and all the horrible thoughts traveled out of his mind nearly as fast as his blood traveled south.
He was wearing a lab coat, but Carlos knew this wasn’t one he had stolen from him. He was taller and broader than Cecil, and had a bit of extra weight on top of that, so any lab coat of his usually made Cecil look like he was playing dress up, but this one was tighter and far shorter, barely falling to the top of Cecil’s thighs. It was short enough that Cecil’s preferred boxers would have shown, which meant he was either going without or he was wearing one of the lace panties that Carlos loved so much.
Suddenly, he could barely think at all beyond the thought of Cecil and science together. He spent one tedious moment trying to go back to the horror he had just been feeling, and even tried to scrounge up some indignation that some entity in Night Vale decided to interfere in a consensual relationship—because he had no doubt that Cecil enthusiastically agreed—but he couldn’t. Even just the thought of Cecil doing science to him was weirdly attractive, because he had absolutely no idea what Cecil might do. It would be an entirely new experience.
“Well, you definitely seem to like the idea.” Cecil stared blatantly at where Carlos’ towel was doing very little to hide just how much he was liking the idea and patted the table, “Hop up so I can get started.”
Carlos didn’t need to be told twice. He walked over to the table, and lifted himself onto it. Cecil smiled up at him and gave him a quick kiss, squeezing his knee before stepping back to put some space between them.
“Today’s subject appears to be a humanoid male around his late 30s,” Cecil started off slowly, but when Carlos just sat there and smiled stupidly at him, he became more confident. “Scientifically speaking, there is no real way to measure beauty, but this scientist finds the subject to be very aesthetically pleasing.”
He had to fight not to laugh. He had no doubt that the last sentence was probably Cecil just repeating what Carlos had done during one, or more, of those incidents he had no memory of. Love could make anyone sappy, and he was no exception.
“The subject’s body acts as a story to the life he has led,” Cecil reached out and took Carlos’ left wrist, thumb pressing against the pulse point there. “His heart has guided him throughout, beating over 1,753,987,230 times and counting.”
His mouth went dry. He did some quick mental calculations based off of his resting heart rate, and realized that Cecil could be right. There was no way to really know, of course, since he hadn’t been tracking his heart rate his entire life, but Cecil sounded so sure of himself. Had he done some math beforehand to come up with a plausible number to impress him, or was this another one of his peculiarities?
Cecil pressed in between his legs, hands coming to rest on his knees as he lowered his head so he could place one ear against Carlos’ sternum. “Oh, darling Carlos, cigarettes?”
Carlos felt a sharp twang of embarrassment, but it was fairly easy to ignore under the much larger thrum of arousal.
“I was young and dumb,” Carlos muttered. His parents had smoked, and his friends had smoked, and he picked it up in high school and carried the habit for longer than he should have. Low money in grad school had kicked the habit for him, “I haven’t touched them in years.”
“Your lungs are doing very well,” Cecil lifted his head and smiled at him. “Though there is a small grudge hiding just between the bottom of your right lung and your diaphragm. We’ll need to remember to get that taken care of before it gets too big.”
Instead of asking the thousands of questions that were running through his mind, Carlos grabbed Cecil by the lapel of his lab coat and pulled him in for a kiss. He wanted to know how Cecil knew these things, whether it was something he could hear or some kind of sense that was particular to Night Vale or Cecil himself, but he worried that if he asked it may cause the game to end.
“The subject certainly seems receptive,” Cecil pulled away with a laugh. “However, he should remember that touching during science is not conducive to accurate results.”
There was another line that he was almost certain he must have said. Carlos grinned and made a show of holding his hands up, and Cecil took the opportunity to grab one of them. He kissed the pad of Carlos’ middle finger, the one that he had burned years ago on a Bunsen burner.
“The subject has a number of small burns on his body,” Cecil murmured. “Most are from lab incidents, though not all protocols may have been followed the way they should have. This has led him to be able to withstand temperatures that may make others pull away.”
He had to fight the urge to grab him again. Cecil was barely touching him, and he w
“Please,” Carlos sighed, fighting the urge to grab him again.
He desperately wanted Cecil to touch him more. Every point of contact tingled pleasantly, his very nerves tuned in to the man between his legs.
“I’m not done with my observations,” Cecil pouted.
Carlos very deliberately reached down and undid the little fold that was keeping his towel closed, letting the edges fall to the sides. The pout disappeared as Cecil’s gaze fell to his cock and he licked his lips.
“Something new to observe,” Carlos tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out more breathy than he intended.
It was almost embarrassing how into this he was, because they had barely done anything yet. All of Cecil's touches had been relatively innocent, and certainly nowhere near where Carlos really wanted to be touched, but he didn't think he'd ever been this turned on before. There was just something about Cecil going out of his way for him, making a real event out of it to indulge a kink of his, all while trying to satiate his curiosity a little. He was being so very good to him, letting him see these things he otherwise might not have ever noticed without getting either of them in trouble.
Even better, Cecil was clearly enjoying himself, as well. He was showing all his normal signs of arousal: voice deepening to a slightly huskier rasp than normal, pupils dilating, and a constant need to be sharing personal space.
Cecil trailed his fingers along Carlos' inner thigh, “Continued examination will require the subject to position himself further up the table so he can lie down.”
Carlos quickly moved to obey Cecil’s instructions, scooting himself further up the table and then lying down. He brought his knees up and then helpfully spread them apart, earning a quiet chuckle and a kiss pressed to his shin. He didn’t mind the laughter at all because Cecil wrapped a hand around his cock, finally giving him the attention he had been so desperate for.
“Subject appears to be quite healthy and virile,” Cecil smirked even while he continued to stroke him. He kept his movements slow, “The intromittent organ is being displayed quite eagerly, an indication that he may be willing to engage in coitus.”
There was something about scientific terms being said in Cecil’s rich voice that made Carlos feel a little lightheaded. He wondered again if these were things that Cecil had already known, or if he had made sure to study beforehand. The idea that Cecil went out of his way to learn for him was incredibly arousing.
“Past experiments have shown that the subject seems partial to oral stimulus as a warm up to further activities," Cecil bent down and licked a long line from the base of his balls to the head of his cock, making him gasp. “A good scientist should always attempt to replicate results to make sure the pattern holds.”
Carlos was a big proponent of the belief that past performances did not predict future results, but this was a foregone conclusion. Cecil had long since learned how to take him apart with his mouth alone, and it took him very little time to get him to the point where he was panting and his thighs were trembling. He kept his head craned up so he could watch him, and reached a hand down and gathered Cecil's silky hair into his fist, holding it out of his face for him like he preferred.
One of Cecil’s hands landed on the underside of his thigh, propping that leg up higher while the familiar sound of their lube being popped open reached his ears. Seconds later a slick finger pressed against his entrance, but Cecil didn’t give him any time to really react, distracting him by taking him as deep as he could. Carlos had to use all of his remaining self control not to move his hips at all when he felt himself hit the back of Cecil’s throat, letting his head fall back as he groaned.
He had to take a moment to actually gather his thoughts before he could speak, “Where did you pull that from?”
He hadn't seen the lube when he had walked over to the examination table, and he definitely would have seen it if it was in one of Cecil’s pockets.
Cecil pulled off of his cock with a wet pop, “A scientist should always be prepared, dear Carlos.”
“That doe-” the finger slipped inside, and he found his hips canting downwards into the feeling without much actual thought from him about the matter. “Science, Ceec, that’s cheating.”
“It’s Cecil the Scientist, actually.”
He probably should find Cecil’s smug little smirk annoying and not stupidly handsome, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be much of anything beyond aroused.
“And what if the subject doesn’t want to be on the receiving end?” Carlos’ trump card ended in an embarrassingly needy noise when Cecil slipped in a second finger.
“I made sure to get myself ready just in case,” Cecil nipped at a spot on Carlos's stomach that he already knew to be particularly sensitive. “A scientist is always self-reliant, after all.”
He knew he was being made fun of, but it paled in comparison to the thoughts of Cecil quickly and quietly preparing himself on the off chance that Carlos might want to fuck him. He made a mental note for later, because that was something he would very much like to watch the next time. How did Cecil pleasure himself? What did he look like when he was focused only on himself? Did he touch himself differently than—
“The subject has an awful tendency to get wrapped up in his own thoughts.”
Cecil took his cock back into his mouth just as he crooked his fingers, making Carlos see stars. He always got annoyed if he thought Carlos’ mind was elsewhere, and tended to retaliate in the best of ways to make sure he was back in the moment. For a long moment, Carlos’ world narrowed to the warm, wet heat surrounding his cock and the fingers spreading him open.
“Cecil,” Carlos moaned his name, tightening the hand in his hair in warning. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”
He took his time pulling off again, suckling at the head of his cock and tonguing at the slit just to make him cry out. He grinned at him when he finally pulled off, “What were you thinking about so hard when I'm touching you?”
“I was thinking that I want to see how you touch yourself when you’re alone,” Carlos panted as he rolled his hips down, trying to convey that he was ready for more. “I was wondering whether you start slow and tease yourself, or if you just get right into it. I want to know what noises you make, and if you still call my name in that beautiful voice of yours.”
“And I’m cheating?” Cecil slipped his fingers out of him and kissed his thigh. “I’d like to fuck you now, bunny. Will you let me?”
“Please.”
Cecil stood up and unbuttoned his lab coat, revealing black lace panties. The garment did absolutely nothing to hide how hard he was, tip poking out of the top of the panties and already shiny with precum. When Cecil began to push the lab coat off of his shoulders, Carlos reached out and stopped him.
“No, leave it. That, and just…” he used the same hand to slide the lace down enough so that Cecil’s cock was freed, bunching the fabric under his balls so the panties would stay on but there wouldn’t be any issue with fucking him. He loved the way the fabric stretched across Cecil’s hips and his ass, contemplating the lovely view of his erection.
“My favorite subject seems to have a thing for lace,” Cecil teased, kissing him.
Carlos spanked him lightly in retaliation, enjoying the way it made him gasp into their kiss. Cecil knew full well that he liked it, he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to put it on otherwise.
“Thought you were going to fuck me, Mr. Scientist?”
Cecil laughed, “Alright, no need to get sassy. Stand up, turn around, and lean over the table.”
He got off of the table, turned around, and then positioned himself half over it, resting his weight on his forearms. He heard the sound of the lube being opened once more, and he arched his back, trying to put himself on display to get Cecil to hurry up. Either what he had done had worked, or Cecil had just decided to have mercy on him this one time, because he soon felt the head of Cecil’s cock pressing against his entrance.
Cecil pushed in slowly, making Carlos groan more out of frustration than anything else. His wonderful, horrible, tease of a boyfriend chuckled and draped himself over his back, kissing at the nape of his neck and his shoulders.
“Fuck me,” Carlos demanded. “I’m alright, I swear, just move.”
“The subject has a surprising streak of impatience when it comes to certain matters,” one of Cecil’s hands slid around and under, wrapping around his cock, but not doing anything else. “He also has a tendency to forget just who is in charge at inopportune times.”
Even as lust addled as he currently was, he knew Cecil wasn’t talking about their current role playing. There was no way he could ever actually forget that they were always being observed, even in the safety of their own homes, or that those in charge of this town seemed to only care about what happened to its inhabitants half the time.
“I don’t-” Cecil snapped his hips forward, making Carlos cut himself off with a harsh gasp as he was pushed into the examination table. “I don’t forget.”
He never forgot, but he might have gotten complacent. Being with Cecil provided him a measure of protection that he eagerly took advantage of, and he had grown used to them largely looking the other way while he did things he was not supposed to. Complacency was dangerous in a place like Night Vale, and he should probably just count himself lucky that they hadn’t decided to do something worse to him.
“I can’t protect you from everything.”
The words were said so quietly that Carlos felt them more than heard them, having to decipher the feel of Cecil’s lips as they moved against the side of his throat. He didn’t know if they were meant as an apology, warning, or both. He pushed himself up with one arm and twisted around so that he could kiss him, and he hoped that Cecil understood that it was an apology. It was also a lie, because Carlos knew himself, and he knew he would do something to anger those in power again. He would just have to be more careful about it.
Cecil pulled away from him and put his hands against his shoulders, pushing him back down against the table. Carlos’ cheek ended up squished awkwardly against the cushioned surface, but he didn’t care at all because Cecil’s hands moved down to his hips and he finally started fucking him in earnest.
“Lights above, you feel so perfect around me.” Cecil let his voice dip down into a slightly deeper octave, the one that he normally reserved for radio, and it made Carlos’ shudder in delight.
“Please,” Carlos gasped.
He didn’t even know what he was asking for, he just knew that Cecil would give it to him. Cecil’s weight pressed down against him, holding him in place as the speed of his thrusts picked up. The lace panties rubbed against the back of his thighs every time Cecil thrust into him, and he practically sobbed when a hand came back to his cock and started to stroke him.
Cecil fucked him just like that, alternating the speed and strength of his thrusts, drawing out every last little bit of pleasure Carlos had to give him. There wasn’t anything he could do but take it, and he loved it.
“You’ve been so good for me,” Cecil trailed his lips along Carlos’ left shoulder. “ You can come now, sweetheart.”
As if his body had just been waiting for permission, he came with Cecil’s name on his lips. Cecil stroked him through it, keeping up the motions of his hand and his hips until Carlos was gasping and jerking in his grasp, oversensitive and tingling.
He was a little confused when Cecil pulled out of him and stepped back, and he lifted his head enough to turn and look over his shoulder. He was still coming down from his orgasm, but his cock gave a valiant twitch at the sight his beautiful boyfriend presented. The lab coat had fallen off of one of Cecil’s shoulders, revealing a faint bruise that Carlos had put there the other night that he was still rather proud of, and he was jerking himself off, eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure. It wasn’t long before Cecil came with a whine, hot streaks falling across Carlos’ ass.
Carlos let his head fall back against the table, trying to tell himself that he was far too old to immediately go for another round no matter what his body was trying to tell him. Cecil dropped to his knees behind him and started to clean him with his tongue, and all thoughts about waiting for another round disappeared completely. He could rest when he was dead.