"This is a story about us." Cecil leans closer to the microphone. His voice is quavering slightly, little more than a whisper. This is not his normal dulcet radio voice, and he worries it is not good enough for his audience this particular night, but he can't make his vocal chords stop shivering, and so he continues as his hands shake slightly and a bead of sweat forms on his forehead. "This is a story about you and me and who we are. This story…this story does not start in the present, like most stories do…or at least, those stories approved by the city council. But don't worry-" He continued in a rush, "The city council is totally okay with this. Soo…no need to check on that." He brushed hair and sweat away from his third eye, which was, mercifully, sleeping. To Cecil, this was…right. This was not a moment for the rest of the world. This was a moment for him…and his listener. He returned to his broadcast, shaken out of his reverie by the microphone's demanding presence.
"This story starts when you first came to Nightvale, a few years ago. Your eyes were so bright with wonder at our little town. I feared for you then, dear listener, because bright eyes are forbidden in Nightvale, but I did not fear only for you. I feared for myself. I feared for myself, listener, because you made me want to break the most basic law of society. You made me want to see something, Carlos…and you made me want to say something. You made me want to say, 'I love you.' I love you Carlos. I fell in love with you instantly. Your perfect hair and your smooth, warm skin and your bright-eyed wonder and everything about you is so perfect. And as I got to know you, I realized that you were even more than that. You are so smart, and so handsome, but you are also so very kind. We are both so very kind, and so very innocent, and when I am with you I feel even more so. When I am with you, Carlos, I feel…alive. I feel alive with the same bright-eyed wonder that you so beautifully bestowed on our town, and I feel something else. I want to show you the best side of this little town, Carlos. I want to keep that brightness alive and strong in your dark eyes. I want to make the world a place where you can study whatever you want. I want to make you gasp in wonder as you figure out a mystery, and I want to make you gasp in wonder as we make love. Carlos, I want to do this for you every day for the rest of my life. I want you…to marry me."
Cecil pushes away from his desk, taking shaky breaths. He looks across the booth, and Carlos looks at him in shock. Cecil wonders if this was the right thing. He wonders if he has scared Carlos, he wonders if he has blown his chance.
And then he wonders no more, as Carlos pushes him against the booth and wraps his arms around him.
"Yes," Carlos whispers through his tears. "Yes, Cecil. Yes."
-Author's Note- Just a bit of drabble. There is not nearly enough Cecil/Carlos fanfiction, and even less of it is smut, or in the style of the radio show. I thought maybe I could help, being the productive, hardworking citizen that I am. If you believe in angels, or a smiling God, please review. If people seem to like this, it will continue…hopefully with smut. Not nearly enough smut in this fanbase. That is it's only fault. But you know how inefficient faults are. Don't bring the entire market down with your faults. Review. Strexcorp.