To be honest, I only walked into the bar because I heard the live music from the street and wanted to see a few more songs before I went home to my lonely room in the back of the lab.
Now, I don't think you understand what I mean when I say 'watch'. You may think you understand, but I can almost assure that you don't.
Color synesthesia is what my doctor told me it was. Songs, pitches, notes, peoples voices, and sometimes feelings, they're all transferred into beautiful colors and patterns in my head. And the band that was playing had some nice colors. So I stayed. Shades of blue and green danced behind my closed eyes, and when I opened them after the song, they fixed themselves on a man standing in the corner by the bar. He was wearing a gray wrap top, a neon orange beaded necklace and dark green leggings, with black wedge heels.I was drawn to him for some reason. He looked so sad, so tired. He gazed forlornly into his glass of vodka. I decided to join him at the bar.
I sat in the stool next to him and ordered myself a margarita.
"I like your necklace." My voice danced, yellows and deep oranges flirting around the sides of my vision.
He looked at me for a few seconds, before responding with a simple "Thank you."
His voice was so beautiful. Swirling purples, browns, and pinks, twisting and turning like ink being dropped into water. I was mesmerized. I had to get him to talk more.
"You look upset. Any reason?"
"If you see something, say nothing, and drink to forget."
There was a long pause.
The music started back up, blocking Carlos's vision slightly.
"You're new here, aren't you?" the man said.Carlos nodded.
"I'm Cecil. Cecil Palmer." His voice swirled across his vision.
"Carlos Flores."
"Beautiful…" Cecil drunkenly mumbled, staring into his glass.
My drink came and I sipped at the alcoholic slushee.
POV CHANGE
"Cecil…"
The reporter swiftly turned back to look at Carlos.
"Are you alright?"
He sighed deeply.
"Another intern died today. She had the most promise out of all of them. I really thought she would take my place one day."
Cecil took a big swig from his glass.
Carlos, who had a PhD in Science, studied social sciences at one point. He pulled out the info from those classes from the deep recesses of his mind.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Cecil. How do you feel about her loss?"
"She...I…" He sighed again. "Sad. I feel sad. I know that is not the forecasted feeling for today and I don't know where it came from, but I am incredibly, sorrowfully sad."
"F..forecasted feeling?"
"Yes, of course. Don't you read the paper, Carlos? Sorry that was rude of me. Some people can't read or don't have access to newspapers. I deeply apologize. I'm just still a bit flustered. Not flustered! I'm….I'm…"
"You're drunk."Carlos finished Cecil's thought. Cecil turned to him, his face flushed, lavender/periwinkle eyes wide and hair mussed up.Carlos began to feel a deep set attraction to the man sitting in front of him. Was he gay? Did he feel the same way towards carlos? Did he top or bottom?
'Callate, Carlos! Ugh, I shouldn't be thinking things like that...it's just the alcohol hitting me.'
"Perhaps I am drunk." Cecil concluded swiftly. "Also tired, I suppose." He began typing something out on his phone.
"Did you drive here?" Carlos asked. Cecil definitely wasn't fit to drive.
"Public transport. But the last bus left half an hour ago. So I'm walking a few miles home." He said, taking another sip of his drink and closing his phone.
"Don't be silly. We can walk to my place, it's only a few minutes from here, and-"
"Yes, I would love to stay with you for the night, thank you!" Cecil exclaimed, turning towards him, seeming to have perked up a bit.
'I was going to say get my car so I can take you home, but I guess that works too.' Carlos thought to himself.
They both downed the rest of their drinks and stood up, Cecil stumbling a bit. Carlos reached out an arm for the other man to hold for balance. The colors of the bar music began to fade away as they exited the building into the cold night air, and began walking down the street.
"Mm.." Cecil made a soft noise and nuzzled into Carlos's arm, which he was still holding for balance.
'Is he cold, or is he flirting? Or just unbalanced? Dios Mio…what do I do?'
They finally got to the lab, and Carlos swiped his keycard. The two stumbled into the lab.
POV CHANGECarlos led me through a big room filled with all sorts of equipment and beakers and test tubes. I got a little shiver down my spine imagining him tying me up and doing all sorts of sexy experiments on me.
A noise.
Someone was in the lab…
Carlos told me not to worry, it was probably someone up late.
"Whos there?" A deep voice called out.
"It's me!" Carlos called back.
"Carlos! God you scared me!" a man came out from around the corner of a cubicle.
He had red hair and a full red beard.
"Oh my god, Skylar. What are you doing up so late?"
"Still working on those soil samples from around the house that's not really there." Skylar noticed me."And who is this?" He asked, smirking knowingly.
"Don't get any wrong ideas I don't even know if..." Carlos said in more of a hushed tone, before cutting himself off.
What the hell was he implying?
"Hey. You're the boss round here." He said, putting up his hands with a smile.
"Goodnight, Skylar." Carlos said, returning the smile, tugging my arm.
"Goodnight, be safe." he said with a wink, which anywhere else would have implied sex, but Night Vale was an unpredictable place, he could have meant anything.
Carlos opened up a door at the back of the lab and revealed a staircase to an upper apartment level.
They walked down the hallway at the top until they got to a room at the end of the hall, which Carlos unlocked and entered. It was one room and had a low ceiling and a dimmable light turned up only about halfway, the bed was in the corner, and had a low to the ground bed frame. There was a couch, the dresser had lots of things on it, including some medication bottles, a vase of flowers, and a little figurine of a dragon.
There were a couple things on the walls, a TV, a Mexican flag, and a...
...a pride flag…
Carlos jumped when he noticed me looking at the rainbow cloth hanging from the wall.
"Excuse me, if you could step out for a minute, i need to...uh..tidy up." He practically started pushing me towards the door. Before he could get me there and open the door, I made an irrational decision.
I kissed him.
His lips were soft and tasted like sage and honey.
He stumbled back and fell onto the bed, taking me with him. I felt his arms wrap around my lower back and I let mine wander into his hair.
Eventually, too soon, we both pulled away.
"We're drunk."
"I know."
"I just met you"
"I know"
"You don't have a problem with any of that?"
"Do you?"
"No." He smirked, kissing me again
"God you're beautiful." I whispered softly to the man under me.
We made out for a few minutes before his hands started running up and down my chest. I kicked off my heels and straddled his waist.
POV CHANGE
Cecil's hips began grinding down on me, causing splashes of pink and yellow.
"W..wait. Do you have a.." I began.
"A condom? No I don't. And if you're asking me I assume…"
"Yeah I don't have one either...mierda.." I cursed.
"Was that Spanish?"
"Yeah, sorry." I muttered. 'I've gotta watch my tongue.'
"Don't be. It was hot." He breathed into my ear. I could practically feel his smirk.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna go find some protection..someone has to have one right?"
He swung his left leg over me to meet his right so I could get up.
The front of my jeans were tight, but I pulled my shirt down a bit and hoped nobody would notice.
I knocked on a few doors asking for stuff, but it was Linda who had everything I needed.
"So who do you have back there?" She said, handing me a bottle of lube and a condom. "Is she cute?"
"Um….y..yeah.." I took a breath. "Yeah, he is pretty cute."
She seemed unfazed by my homosexuality.
"I want to meet him tomorrow morning. Don't be too loud, have fun." She said with a smile before closing the door.
I didn't have time to think on Linda's reaction however, because there was very little blood still in my brain.
I rushed back to my room, knocking before entering which felt very strange.
Cecil had the blankets pulled up to his stomach, exposing his chest and arms which were covered in tribal like tattoos. He bit his lip and smiled when he saw what Carlos had brought.
I began stripping off my lab coat and shirt, fumbling with buttons before finally tearing it off.
I crawled into the bed, and began kissing his chest and neck.
His legs came up to wrap around my waist and I pushed my hips against him, causing flashes of color to dance around my vision.
"Ah...Carlos.." he moaned in that beautiful purple blue voice of his.
I began to strip off his leggings, revealing his hard cock straining against the fabric of his panties. Which were black and lacy and very cute to be quite honest.
However I slowly slipped them down as well, and took his member into my mouth.
He whimpered and bucked his hips, and I began to move my head as his fingers twined themselves into my hair. Sharp little shards of green flowed into my vision as he gave my dark locks a few gentle tugs.
His little noises of pleasure slowly became louder and his colors became more and more vibrant until finally, he pulled my head off of him.
"What'd you do that for?" I asked, wiping spit from the edge of my mouth.
He pulled me up close to his face and kissed me passionately.
"When I come, I want it to be around your cock."
Cecil's words sent a shot of pleasure straight to my groin.
"I think we can make that happen." I said with a smirk.
I grabbed the condom and bottle of lube Linda had given me and popped the top off of the little bottle.
"Wait, let me do it." Cecil said. I nodded and handed him the bottle.
People debate over what the 8th wonder of the world is, but in that moment, I was 100% sure that the 8th wonder was Cecil Palmer stretching himself out, spread eagle in front of me, moaning and softly cussing. He went slow, making sure to make himself comfortable, and tease me to death.
I was getting harder by the second.
And when he reached over to start stroking my attention starved cock with slippery lubed up fingers I let out a choked moan and colors blinded me, oranges and yellows. He gave me a little tug to tell me he was ready.
I wasted no time slipping myself into his warmth, hearing him let out a small gasp as he stretched to accommodate me, feeling him tighten and wrap his arms around my torso and hook his legs over my calves.
I began moving my hips, hearing Cecil's moans and whimpers of pleasure. I went faster as the man under me pushed his hips up into mine.
I saw shades of yellow, shades of pink, shades of red and orange, the nails scratching down my back left streaks of red and green across my vision. The colors mixed with Cecil's purple voice kept building and getting brighter and more frantic until the yellows took over and white filled my vision as I came harder than I ever have.
The white faded into maroon and then to purple and blue and then there was nothing but Cecil's beautiful voice, and the covers being pulled over me, and the condom being taken off my over sensitive self, and a cloth wiping up sticky fluid that was on my stomach. And then there was sweaty limbs wrapped around me, and a head on my chest, and then I was asleep.
POV CHANGE
Carlos woke to an empty bed and sticky skin.
As he went downstairs to shower and get ready in the bathroom, he heard a familiar color coming out of the radio downstairs. When he opened the stairwell door, he found all of his coworkers huddled around the radio, listening intently.
"He was so incredible, listeners. Apparently the head scientist too, and you know I love a man in a uniform even if that uniform is a white lab coat and button down shirt. I really think it's the start of something special, Night Vale. I think he might like me too. It didn't feel like your typical one night stand. Oh and his eyes were such a wonderful shade of brown, and those beautiful dark locks of hair… My head is pounding right now, but I don't even care!"
Carlos was stunned.
He had just been outed in front of the whole town of Night Vale.
A few of his coworkers looked at him with disgust. But a majority of them smiled and patted him on the back, making comments about a gay aunt or uncle or cousin or friend that they had.
It was mortifying.
He showered, brushed his teeth, and began to march down to the NVCR station (which he had passed several times on his way to the Arby's.
He stormed into the building and up the stairs, and ran into an intern who had a stack of copies in her hands.
"Cecil?" He asked sternly.
She pointed down the hall.
He saw the on air sign and stood outside the door waiting until it turned off. Then, he flung the door open.
"Carlos!" Cecil squeaked in surprise and happiness.
"Why would you do that?" He asked sharply.
"Do what? I made sure not to describe our interactions in too much detail." Cecil said seemingly confused.
"I wasn't out yet!" Carlos was in a panic. "The people of this crazy town are having a hard time accepting me as is and now that they all know I'm gay…" the scientist was almost in tears.
"Oh, oh Carlos…" Cecil pulled him into a hug. "Night Vale doesn't care. I know every single person in this town and not a single one will see you any differently."
"But..my team...they might think I'm less capable as a leader.."
"Why would they think that? Our last mayor was a gender non conforming bisexual shark. And they were the best mayor we've ever had. We are all in Night Vale now, and if they've got a problem with you, they're not going to make it long around here."
Carlos smiled and nestled his head into Cecil's shoulder.
"Want to go for dinner tonight?" He said softly into the journalists ear.
And before Cecil even said anything, he already knew the answer.