It was a rough day for Carlos.
Two of his assistants discovered a way to enlarge creatures, and then were eaten by the giant mouse they tested it on. Carlos had to kill the giant mouse with a kitchen knife he'd pulled out of the knife block in the kitchen, and clean it all up himself. Not to mention he forgot his lunch and was starving all day. So when he came home, covered in giant mouse blood and the blood of his assistants, feet hurting and stomach growling, Cecil instantly knew he had to make this better.
"Carlos...sweetie...I'm so sorry. You look like you had a very rough day. Don't worry about speaking, let's just get you into a nice bath okay?"
Carlos nodded, too spent to do much talking anyway.
He let Cecil gently help him up and out of his lab coat, wrapping an arm around his shoulders for support.
Once in the bathroom, he sat Carlos down on the toilet seat and turned on the water to start warming it up. He took the man's phone and unlocked it, putting on one of his favorite playlists.
"You must've had such a rough time, I saw your lunch in the fridge as well, you must be starving. I'll make your favorite Mac and cheese once you're in the tub my love."
Carlos's stomach growled at the thought.
Cecil began unbuttoning Carlos's shirt, stripping him of the blood soaked clothes.
He felt the water and plugged the drain, then put in some spearmint eucalyptus bubble bath in the tub.
While that filled up, Cecil pulled Carlos's parts off along with his boxers, and helped him into the hot bath.
Once the tub was full, Cecil turned off the water.
"Is there anything else you need sweetheart?"
Carlos nodded.
"What's that? You may speak to tell me what you need." Cecil permitted.
"A kiss." Carlos said with a rough cracked voice.
Cecil chuckled and leaned down to kiss him with soft lips.
"I'm going to start dinner. You relax. I'll be back soon to wash your hair." Cecil gave him another peck and left the bathroom.
Carlos sunk down into the hot water and let out a little sigh, his muscles relaxing and his mind clearing. The heat pricked at his skin in a delightful way, distracting him from his hunger and pain.
Soon, Carlos could hear Cecil's steps coming back down the hall.
He entered the bathroom with a plush robe and towel. He set these on the sink counter and went to sit on the side of the tub.
"Let's get the nasty stuff out of your hair now, my prince."
Carlos hummed, dunking his head under the water to wet his hair. The water was a light pink from the dried blood being washed away.
When he pulled back up Cecil already had a palmful of shampoo, which he began working through Carlos's curls. He lathered the light pink soap through dark locks with then occasional grey hair around his temples. He massaged his scalp and pushed away little bits of dandruff.
He cupped water in his hands, and poured it over Carlos's head, doing this a few times before completely rinsing him clean of shampoo.
"Is the water too cold?"
Carlos shook his head no.
"Alright, come call for me if it gets chilly, alright?"
Carlos nodded.
Cecil went back to the kitchen and continued on dinner.
And eventually, the bath did get a bit cold. Carlos could get out himself and dry off, but he knew how much Cecil enjoyed taking care of him.
"Cece?" He called out.
He heard a clanging of pans and rushed footsteps.
He re entered the bathroom.
"Too cold?"
Carlos nodded.
"Would you like more water or would you like to get out?"
"I would like to get out." He said, his voice still rough.
"Hm..I think I'll make you some tea as well." Cecil muttered, unfolding the towel and pulling the drain of the tub. He helped Carlos out of the bath and rubbed him dry with the soft towel. Then, he was being wrapped in the plush robe.
The towel was discarded in the laundry hamper and Carlos was led to the couch, set up with a pillow and blanket, and reruns of shows from the discovery channel.
He could hear the Mac and cheese being put in the oven, the soft clanging of the glass casserole dish against the metal racks.
Then, the crisp chopping of lettuce, and the soft snaps of carrot sticks being broken into pieces, and the wet hollow crunch of a bell pepper being cut.
On the screen, Carlos saw a bear swatting at the roaring whitecaps for fish, and an owl snatching up a mouse.
A half an hour later, the timer dinged, and a few minutes after that, Cecil was bringing him a plate full of macaroni and cheese with breadcrumbs on top and a garden salad with vinaigrette, and a mug of tea.
"Do you want to feed yourself or do you need my help?"
Carlos surrendered his fork and pulled his blanket tighter around him.
"It's okay to ask for help my love." He said, kissing Carlos's cheek.
The first bite of macaroni that Cecil slid into his mouth was heavenly. Carlos's growling stomach very much approved.
open mouth, bite, chew, swallow, repeat. There was comfort in this simple pattern, and soon there was nothing left on the plate.
Cecil then went to get his own food, and sat down on the couch with Carlos once again.
Carlos looked over at his other half, the sunset projecting orange and pink against his pale skin and blonde hair as he took a small bite of salad.
Carlos sipped his tea, letting it soothe his sore throat.
Once Cecil was finished, he gently took Carlos's hand and tugged him towards their bedroom. The scientist lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, listening to his boyfriends shuffling. He heard their 'special drawer' in the dresser open, and a bottle being uncapped. He opened his eyes and saw Cecil with a bottle of oil coming towards him. He set the bottle on the dresser.
The tie of Carlos's robe was being untied and the plush fabric was being slipped off of him, and he was being pushed down onto his stomach on the bed.
He heard the bottle being tipped and hands rubbing together to heat the oil.
Then it was just Cecil. His hands on the smaller mans back, working the muscles and caressing the curves.
Carlos moaned in pleasure as his significant others hands began to erase all of the worries and fears of the day.
His shoulders were first, thumbs digging in to sensitive flesh and coaxing the muscles to release their tenseness.
Cecil worked down his back and arms, flexing joints and pressing his fingers against ribs. He moved down to his feet, massaging into the balls of his feet and heels. Ankles were rotated, toes were popped, and Carlos was in bliss.
Then it was his calves and thighs that were taken under the magical hands of Cecil.
After that, the radio host tapped Carlos's side, He flipped over, revealing a red face and half hard dick.
Cecil didn't start there though, like he usually would. First he put some more oil in his hands, and then he ran his hands over Carlos's chest, massaging the oil into his soft caramel skin.
Cecil circled his nipples and Carlos arched his back a little, trying to get Cecil to play with them, but Cecil refused, instead moving to caress the curves of his sides and stomach. Carlos squirmed, hardening even more.
The oil was spread to his hip bones, as Cecil teased around the base of his cock.
Carlos whined, pushing up into his boyfriend.
Cecil put more oil on both of his hands, and finally, finally his neglected cock was being touched.
Carlos moaned loudly as Cecil stroked him. He was close already.
After a few strokes, Carlos felt a pressure against his ass as a finger entered him and curled up.
He let out a shriek as Cecil toyed with his spot and picked up the speed of his stroking.
"C..Cec...illl…!" he moaned roughly before screaming and cumming in his hand.
As he came down from his high, he felt the covers being pulled over him, and his boyfriends body pressed against him, acting as big spoon.
Carlos smiled from ear to ear.
"I'm so lucky to have you…" he whispered to Cecil.
"I think I'm the lucky one. I love you, my perfect Carlos."
And before he could answer, Carlos was asleep.