Wellp. this is the chapter with the sex. yep. *nervously drumming fingers* Sexy times, the times with the sex. first time I've actually posted sex or wrote it not in a roleplay. *slides $20 across a table to readers* please don't hate me.
OH, and also this is the chapter with the non-consensual drug use. if that squicks you out, be warned because that is a thing in this chapter.
Also, for anyone reading this that is sex-repulsed, I'll put a summary at the bottom for any plot points you missed :)
Cecil appeared surprised at first, tensing slightly at the shock of the sudden kiss. But after a moment, he relaxed, melting into it easily. It was Carlos that broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look into Cecil's eyes before the other man returned the kiss, just as urgent, just as wanting, but much less gently. Carlos took the signal, opening his mouth in the kiss and letting his tongue explore Cecil's unfamiliar mouth.
Cecil whimpered quietly in appreciation, the hand on his chest trailing lightly to the space between the agent's muscular shoulder blades. He eased the wine-stained shirt from his shoulders completely, Carlos moving his arms from around Cecil for a moment to let the unbuttoned fabric fall with an airy flutter. Carlos pressed against him, groaning quietly as Cecil buried his hands in his bouncy curls and tugged gently. The reporter's breath hitched as he felt Carlos's hands on his hips, teasing the edges of his tunic before slowly drawing it up his body.
Their lips parted, and Carlos pushed the shirt up and over Cecil's head, the reporter's glasses skewed awkwardly as he wadded the fabric in a ball and tossing it behind him haplessly. Carlos leaned back just enough to see the color that caught his eye. The agent gasped slightly, biting his lower lip. Somehow, it only seemed fitting. Cecil having tattoos, that was. Large, intricate tattoos at that; a violet eye with a crescent moon in the pupil in the center of his chest (he couldn't place it right at that moment with the blood usually dedicated to his brain seemingly otherwise located, but it seemed familiar), and what appeared to be tentacles similar to that of an octopus starburst from all sides of it, curling over his shoulders and down to his elbows as well as dipping down past the line of his pants. Cecil seemed to freeze shyly under Carlos's scrutiny, as if his entire aura withdrew. "L-like what you see?" Cecil asked quietly, his cheeks flushed in arousal.
Carlos nodded dumbly, swallowing nervously as he removed Cecil's glasses and placed them delicately on the table."A lot, yes," he stumbled to form words, "I mean, wow. Those are some tattoos." He smiled slightly. "I'm… Curious to see what other tattoos you have."
Cecil smiled, and Carlos about melted right there. Wordlessly, Cecil removed his dark framed glasses and took his hand, giving it a gentle tug towards the hallway. Carlos swallowed again as he followed, neither of them speaking. It's been a while since I've done something like this, Carlos felt his thoughts racing again. I'm going to screw this up. I just know it, I'm going to screw this up. Oh god.
The door at the end of the hall opened with a quiet click and swung open with a quiet creak. Cecil looked back at the dark-haired agent with a demure smile. Carlos smiled back, following him into the bedroom. It was like the rest of the house: bits and pieces of every color and pattern, mashed together into a mismatched and chaotic, but also downright homey atmosphere. Carlos didn't pay it much mind, instead focused more on the very attractive man before him and the fact they were wearing entirely too much clothing right now. Cecil seemed to have the same idea, his breathing uneven as he fumbled with Carlos's belt and practically tearing open the fly of his pants before awkwardly yanking at his own furry drawers. Eager for the contact, Carlos yanked the furry garment the rest of the way down, kicking his own dark-wash jeans from around his ankles and vaguely regarding the sound of his phone clattering with a few muted thumps on the carpeted floor.
He pressed his body to Cecil's, his arousal painfully apparent by the prominent tent in his cartoony atom- covered boxers, and the dark stain atop it. Cecil moaned breathlessly, hooking his ankle around the other's leg and tilting his head back just enough to look at his face, urging him backwards toward the bed. Carlos complied enthusiastically, his mouth going to Cecil's neck, just grazing the skin. The reporter gasped breathlessly, legs nearly turning to jello at the feeling of teeth on his neck. "C-Carlos-! Nggh!" Cecil's voice became almost a squeak at the feeling of Carlos's calloused hand on his butt, giving it a rough squeeze.
Carlos made a sound that could only be described as a growl, biting at Cecil's neck and sucking gently, the reporter turning to putty in his hands. He gently guided Cecil down onto the bright yellow duvet, one hand on his back, the other on the bed. "T-top or bottom?" Carlos felt the stutter in his voice, his erection twitching once or twice in anticipation.
"B-bottom is good," Cecil replied in a rushed tone, mind in a haze. "J-just g-go easy on me… H-haven't done this in awhi-ah!" He whimpered a quiet whimper, moving his hips underneath the heavier federal agent, desperate for any kind of friction.
Carlos drew a breath through his teeth, the sound it produced resembling a hiss. He caught Cecil's lips in another kiss, pressing him down on the bed and grinding down against his hips, the friction and stimulation on his cock almost unbearable. "D-do you-? A-ah, l-lube... and protection?" Carlos borrowed back some of the blood flooding his lower half to think properly.
Cecil nodded, cheeks flushed a dark red. "D-dresser… T-top drawer, silver tin." He managed, almost panting in want.
Carlos filed the information away for use once Cecil's body ceased being so damn kissable and downright fantastic and pressed fluttery kisses to the reddening spots on his neck, down to his smooth clavicles and across his muscular chest, following the intricate lines of ink undulating over smooth flesh. Cecil sighed in a quiet, contented tone, one hand tangling in Carlos's curls and the other running fingernails lightly over the nape of his neck and shoulders. He gasped and gave a soft whimper at Carlos's calloused hand finding his left nipple and giving it an experimental squeeze. He opened his eyes halfway, seeing Carlos's dark chocolate eyes gazing back up to him. "Carlos," Cecil almost begged. "P-please, I can't-!" Another moan as Carlos's skilled mouth enveloped his other nipple. "N-need you…"
Carlos released the nub of skin from his teeth, placing an apologetic kiss to Cecil's pecs, and smiled down at Cecil. He fumbled awkwardly over Cecil, only just barely reaching the bedside table on the right side of the bed. He searched through the drawer, hands shaky in nerves and anticipation as he found the cool plastic of a tube of lubrication and crinkle of foil and distinct square-with-a-doughnut-inside shape of a condom and quickly snapped the drawer shut. The federal agent righted himself, moving so that he was sitting on his heels between Cecil's legs, the condom and lube set aside for the moment in favor of holding the waistband of Cecil's boxers, where the tattoos on his stomach dipped into(and out of, in some places). Carlos looked into Cecil's eyes, very deliberately, and tried to find the words. "Are you… Are you sure?" He asked after a moment, "can say no… If we're… Going too fast."
Cecil gave him a smile and nodded his head, flexing his stomach muscles so that he was sitting upright, and kissed Carlos's lips. "I'm sure." He said, his breath hot against Carlos's lips. "I'm sure, as long as you are."
"Very sure." Carlos nodded, catching his lips in a quick peck, trying not to think about how awkward his speech sounded or how sure he was.
Cecil kept up that smile of his as he laid back down, watching as Carlos easily pulled down his boxers, his erection catching on the elastic for a moment but springing back to press against his stomach excitedly. Carlos swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight. Cecil's tattoos swirled down the swell of his muscled stomach just barely into the space between the slight bump of his stomach and his penis, and more came from down his thighs and skirted the edges of the space and up around his hipbones. He bit his lip, tracing the ones on his thighs and receiving a shiver in reply.
Carlos had the presence of mind for the moment to get a pillow from behind them, tapping the side of Cecil's hip to get him to lift up and sliding it under to make it more comfortable. He quickly took the lube from beside them, the cap snapping loose with a single crack, and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. He begged his breathing to be steady as he trailed the wet fingers from the edges of Cecil's tattooed thighs to his entrance, coating the outside of the hole in the wet, oily substance. Cecil shuddered in pleasure as soon as he felt those fingers brush against it, silently begging Carlos to continue. Carlos smirked at the other's response, pushing in a single finger, slowly, nervously, not wanting to hurt the other man. Cecil whined quietly in response, eager for more. After a moment or two, a second finger joined the first, stretching the tight ring of muscles, coating the inside with lubricant. When his fingers brushed over a spot and Cecil gave a breathy moan, Carlos was sure he'd found the other's prostate. He inhaled a deep breath, pausing for just a moment to collect himself, before adding a third finger to the tight muscles, feeling them clench around the digits tightly as he prodded the nerves deliberately, over and over, Cecil's fervent moans and small squirms of pleasure encouraging.
Carlos withdrew the fingers hastily, Cecil whimpering in disapproval at the sudden loss. With shaking hands, the agent quickly pulled down his boxers and used them to wipe his fingers before tossing them away haphazardly. He was practically tripping over his own fingers in nerves and anticipation as he hastily tore open the packaging, rolling the rubber down his member and making sure it wasn't going anywhere. He saw Cecil's eyes widen slightly at the sight, and both of them blushed. "L-like what you see?" Carlos asked, still smiling, hands still at his cock.
Cecil snapped his eyes back to his face and nodded. "A-a lot, yes." He replied, eyes wandering back down to Carlos's hard-and huge- member.
Carlos felt his blush grow as he lined himself up to Cecil's entrance, the damp head of his member just touching. He put one hand to Cecil's side, gently caressing the smooth skin with his thumb."R-ready?"
The reporter gave a quiet moan and nodded in reply, his words leaving him completely as he felt Carlos enter him, agonizingly slowly. He whimpered and gasped, fingers curling around the duvet. Carlos restrained himself, biting his lip so hard he was worried it would bleed, desperately reigning in his instincts to completely and suddenly bury himself in the ecstasy that was Cecil and instead rubbing Cecil's hip, trying to help him relax. He looked down at Cecil, trying to find anything other than pleasure in his twisted features, waiting for approval that he had adjusted enough and wanted him to move, and nearly came right there at the sight of Cecil's flushed face. The reporter looked up at him with hazy eyes, smiling a small smile and nodding a little bit.
That was all the approval he needed. Slowly, hesitantly at first, Carlos thrusted in and out of him, eyes sliding shut from the pure pleasure. Cecil was tight. He was tight, even with the preparation, and Carlos knew he was not going to last long. The combination of years without a partner, the alcohol in his system, and the sheer pleasure in the situation made him feel as though he was a timebomb, with the timer having started almost as soon as he heard those first wanton moans tumble from his lovely mouth. Cecil whimpered as Carlos thrusted, his mouth hanging open and head held back. He cried out loudly, giving Carlos indication that he'd found the spot that would undoubtedly make him scream. Carlos groaned loudly, wanting nothing more than to slam into that spot as hard as he could, to make that beautiful mouth moan and cry out for him. "H-harder, Carlos," he moaned, his hand finding Carlos's leg and giving it a squeeze.
Carlos let out a breath and silently thanked whatever God he could think to thank for this particular situation, angling himself so he struck that spot that made Cecil cry out and thrusting harder at it. "A-ah, Carlos, Carlos," Cecil's fingernails dug into the other man's thighs and his voice became something akin to a prayer, "g-god, Carlos-!"
"Cecil," Carlos murmured, eyes closed, focused on making it last as long as possible, "Cecil, I'm not going to last much longer."
"Me either," Cecil whimpered, his other hand reaching down to stroke his own member, "oh god Carlos, you feel so amazing-!"
Carlos laughed breathlessly, wanting to remark that that was his line, but couldn't find the words to. As he saw Cecil's hand, he quickly took it, slowing down his thrusts for a moment. "L-let me," he said, bringing the hand to his lips to kiss the knuckles, then letting it go in favor of wrapping his fingers around Cecil's weeping member.
Cecil mewled and moaned throaty groans of pleasure, hips bucking in the rhythm of Carlos's clumsy hands and erratic thrusts. It only took a few strokes before Cecil was screaming Carlos's name, his vision filled with starbursts of light as he came almost violently in his hand. Carlos followed immediately after, his whole body tensing, his breath seeming to stop in his chest.
He collapsed over Cecil, head on the other's tattooed chest, both of them panting in exhaustion. "W-wow." Carlos said after several minutes.
"Y-yeah," Cecil nodded in agreement, his mind hazy with afterglow. "Wow."
Carlos slowly pulled his softening cock out from him, making sure he didn't lose the condom and its contents. He slowly laid down beside Cecil, kissing his cheek. "Was it good for you?" Cecil asked, his voice hopeful. "It was…. Really really great for me."
"I'll be honest," Carlos was still breathing heavily, but he shook his head and laughed breathlessly. "that was undoubtedly the best sex I've had in years." Also the only sex I've had in years, he didn't say.
Cecil smiled back at him, turning his head to kiss Carlos properly. "Good," Cecil said, "I'm glad it was."
Cecil started to sit up, then stood from the bed, his knees wobbly. "I'm getting a drink of water," He said, "if you want to clean up first, the bathroom's just through that door."
Carlos watched him walk out of the door, legs still wobbly as he made his way into the kitchen. Carlos took the chance to get rid of the condom and wash his hands, as well as find his boxers and put them back on.
By the time he was back at the bed, Cecil was there as well, standing by the bed with his boxers on, a glass of water in his hands. He offered it to Carlos, which he readily took. "Thank you," Carlos murmured, downing it in a few sips, despite the fact it was a little bit bitter. (this state wasn't exactly famous for having good water).
Cecil watched him drink the water, an apologetic look in his face. Carlos was slightly put off by the look in his features, not fully able to understand. Wasn't he happy before? Carlos knew he certainly had been. "Um." He swallowed nervously. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Cecil's voice was even, unsettlingly so. "Nothing's wrong, dear Carlos."
Carlos opened his mouth to regard the 'dear Carlos' comment, but couldn't get the words out as a wave of drowsiness suddenly washed over him. "C-Cecil…?" His voice slurred over the word as Cecil slowly pushed him back onto the bed where the covers laid upturned.
Carlos's vision swam uncomfortably, the entire world around him spinning.I'm sorry about this, Carlos," Cecil's voice was soft, sad even, as he drew the duvet to Carlos's strong chin. "Please forgive me."
Please forgive me? Carlos's muddled mind couldn't force the words out. But at once, he realized.
Cecil drugged him. Something in the water, Cecil put something in the water.
"I'm sorry, Carlos," Cecil said, eyebrows furrowed in apology, his voice dropping down to a heart-stoppingly familiar tone. "Goodnight, Carlos." Cecil placed a kiss to Carlos's sweaty forehead. "Goodnight."
He fought to speak, his voice coming out in garbled mumbles, his body relaxed in the warmth of the bed, eyes lazily and helplessly watching Cecil disappear into the bathroom. The last thing Carlos heard as he drifted into unconsciousness was the hypnotic sounds of flowing water, and then nothing.
Summary: Carlos and Cecil totally do it, Cecil drugs Carlos, and as Carlos is falling asleep, Cecil says "Goodnight, Carlos. Goodnight" and reveals himself as the Voice of Night Vale.
*hides, cringing nervously* just be gentle with me, please...
