Cecil always visited Carlos' apartment on the weekend. Of couse, they have talked about just moving in together. They would be able to see each other all the time after work. Cecil let himself into his boyfriend's small apartment above the labratory in which he worked. He unbuttoned the top button of his soft purple collared shirt and loosened his tie. Cecil also unbuttoned his black vest and reclined back into the couch in the center of the living room. He hummed softly to himself and eventually dozed off.
The door rattled a little and the keys jingled in Carlos' hands. He unlocked the door and opened it with a small creak. Carlos ran his fingers through his messy dark hair and made an exausted sigh. "So tired..." He mumbled to himself, still not noticing the curled up blond on his black Bridgewater couch. He set some bags down in the kitchen and rubbed his forehead tenderly.
Cecil started to stretch and one of his clenched fists could be seen by Carlos. He sat up and yawned mumbling Carlos' name. "...Carlos...?" He asked softly with a sigh and used his hands to lift himself off the couch. His once neat blond hair was now messy and probably full of knots. Cecil started to quickly fix his hair and made a small noise, complaining about his messy hair.
Carlos laughed softly and walked over to Cecil, sitting next to him. He smiled as he saw the radio host's cheeks turn pink and leaned foreward to kiss one of his pansy pink cheeks. "Do you want me to brush your hair?" The perfect scientist asked and tilted his head to the side, brushing his hand along Cecil's pale face.
"Yeah." Cecil nodded with a smile as his cheeks turned even pinker. "I would like that." He watched Carlos get up, still perfect, and go get a brush. Cecil saw Carlos come back a few minutes later and sit back down on the couch. Cecil turned his head away from Carlos and felt the brush moving through his hair slowly and gently as possible so that he wouldn't be hurt.
Carlos held the brush firmly and moved the brush slowly to make sure he got all the knots out of his boyfriend's hair. He hummed gently, enjoying Cecil's soft hair in his hands. Carlos continued this action for a little less than ten minutes and then placed the brush down. He hugged Cecil from behind and nuzzled into his neck. "There, all done."
Cecil's once pink cheeks were now bright red and he turned around to look at Carlos. "Carlos, your stubble tickles." He giggled and leaned into Carlos, placing his hands over the others.
"But you like it or else you wouldn't be leaning into it.." He responded and chuckled. "Plus you're adorable!" Carlos added and fixed the blond's hair a little more, smoothing it out. He turned Cecil around and examined his red face, the blush spreading out to his ears. "I wonder who could make you this embarrassed.. I was only brushing your hair.."
Cecil pouted and glanced away from him, suddenly changing the subject. "Where's your hair gel?" He asked and bit his bottom lip, standing up.
Carlos laughed and looked up at him. "In the bathroom." He answered and watched Cecil get up to the bathroom to fix his hair fully.
Cecil grabbed the bottle of hair gel and squirted some into his palm. He started to gel his hair a little and gave a smile as he finished. "Got it!" He said to himself and fixed his glasses that were sliding down his nose. He sat back down next to Carlos, in his lap this time, and giggled as he saw Carlos' cheeks turn off colour. "Anything you wanna do?" Cecil asked and wrapped his arms around Carlos' broad neck.
"I've got a few ideas.." He responded and placed a soft kiss on Cecil's soft lips.