Day 24: Shy
Cecilos as always and unlike StrexCorp I do not own Night Vale.
Omg, after this it's less than a week before this whole things over, can you believe it?
Carlos sighed as he looked in the mirror. Cecil wasn't home and so the mirror in their bedroom was uncovered. And the reflection in the mirror was not pleasing to Carlos. The grey at his temples was not streaks in his hair, his skin was starting to sag slightly with age. He looked older he felt older, he'd been with Cecil for ten years now and only now did he take in his appearance.
It just struck him with a pang of insecurity, he was slowly but surely loosing his good looks and of all the things he could do as a scientist stopping aging was not one of them.
And then there was Cecil, beautiful, lithe and sexy Cecil. He looked just like he did ten years ago, still with his good looks and so young looking. What did he want with a near fifty year old Carlos?
He threw the heavy black fabric back over the mirror as he heard the door of their apartment open and he flicked off the light and went to greet his partner. He gentle peck was surprisingly met with a hot and heavy kiss back. Cecil was pent up and horny and normally Carlos was more than happy to comply. But he had love handles forming and it just made him feel uncomfortable now that he noticed them.
Cecil could feel Carlos' lack of response and pulled away, he rested his arms on his partner's shoulders and ran his fingers through that beautiful hair he loved. It had a few grays but it just gave Carlos a sophisticated look. Refined and regal. "Is everything alright, babe?"
Carlos shrugged a little and looked away, "Yeah, fine."
Cecil pecked Carlos' nose and tried to catch his eyes, "Carlos, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing Cecil, it's.... petty."
"Petty, how?"
Carlos sighed, "I'm old Cecil, I look old. I'm forty eight."
Cecil couldn't help but laugh a little, "Forty eight isn't old, babe."
Carlos shrugged out of Cecil's touch and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and he headed towards their bedroom.
"Carlos! Stop!" He went over and stood in the door frame. "You don't look old at all."
"But I /do/ Cecil, I've got mostly grey hair, and I'm getting fat, and you still look like you're young and sexy," Carlos took a long drink of his wine. Sighing softly as he slowly felt it affect him.
"I'm fifty Carlos, I'm two years older than you, I age differently, you know."
Carlos slumped against a wall and slowly sank to the floor, starting to cry.
"Carlos, what's wrong?" He knelt down next to him and pulled him into his arms.
"You look so young! Before you know it I'm going to be seventy and you're going to look barely forty still and people are going to look at us funny, or think I'm some dirty old man."
Cecil gently pet his hair and hugged him tight, "It doesn't matter what others think as long as we know the truth. And everyone here knows you and even if you look seventy I'll still love you. And people around here won't care."
Carlos clutched him tightly as he sobbed softly, "But you're not going to want to be with me when I look seventy, you'll still be young and beautiful and you'll leave me for someone else, because why would you want to be with an old man?"
"Hey," Cecil murmured, "That's not true, when your seventy I'll be seventy two and no matter how much younger I look you'll always have your perfect hair," he carded his fingers through it, "and your soft lips," he kissed him softly. "And your sexy body," He grinned and squeezed his waist and frowned as Carlos shrunk away.
"I'm getting /fat/, I have love handles."
"It makes you no less sexy love. And if it matters I never noticed."
Carlos sniffed, "I have."
Cecil pulled him close and kissed him. "And so what, what matters, babe, is that I love you, and I always will."
Carlos cuddled up against his partner as he felt a warm feeling inside of him, "You're so good to me."
"It's because I love you, let's just go to bed, hm?"
"Yeah, bed."
Cecil pulled Carlos up and just pulled him to bed, not bothering to deal with the half empty wine glass. He cuddled Carlos against his chest and murmured to him until he fell asleep. Cecil wished his love could see himself the way he saw Carlos. And he knew he could love him forever. He just wanted to make him understand.
But he could do that in the morning.
Omg, after this it's less than a week before this whole things over, can you believe it?
Carlos sighed as he looked in the mirror. Cecil wasn't home and so the mirror in their bedroom was uncovered. And the reflection in the mirror was not pleasing to Carlos. The grey at his temples was not streaks in his hair, his skin was starting to sag slightly with age. He looked older he felt older, he'd been with Cecil for ten years now and only now did he take in his appearance.
It just struck him with a pang of insecurity, he was slowly but surely loosing his good looks and of all the things he could do as a scientist stopping aging was not one of them.
And then there was Cecil, beautiful, lithe and sexy Cecil. He looked just like he did ten years ago, still with his good looks and so young looking. What did he want with a near fifty year old Carlos?
He threw the heavy black fabric back over the mirror as he heard the door of their apartment open and he flicked off the light and went to greet his partner. He gentle peck was surprisingly met with a hot and heavy kiss back. Cecil was pent up and horny and normally Carlos was more than happy to comply. But he had love handles forming and it just made him feel uncomfortable now that he noticed them.
Cecil could feel Carlos' lack of response and pulled away, he rested his arms on his partner's shoulders and ran his fingers through that beautiful hair he loved. It had a few grays but it just gave Carlos a sophisticated look. Refined and regal. "Is everything alright, babe?"
Carlos shrugged a little and looked away, "Yeah, fine."
Cecil pecked Carlos' nose and tried to catch his eyes, "Carlos, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing Cecil, it's.... petty."
"Petty, how?"
Carlos sighed, "I'm old Cecil, I look old. I'm forty eight."
Cecil couldn't help but laugh a little, "Forty eight isn't old, babe."
Carlos shrugged out of Cecil's touch and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and he headed towards their bedroom.
"Carlos! Stop!" He went over and stood in the door frame. "You don't look old at all."
"But I /do/ Cecil, I've got mostly grey hair, and I'm getting fat, and you still look like you're young and sexy," Carlos took a long drink of his wine. Sighing softly as he slowly felt it affect him.
"I'm fifty Carlos, I'm two years older than you, I age differently, you know."
Carlos slumped against a wall and slowly sank to the floor, starting to cry.
"Carlos, what's wrong?" He knelt down next to him and pulled him into his arms.
"You look so young! Before you know it I'm going to be seventy and you're going to look barely forty still and people are going to look at us funny, or think I'm some dirty old man."
Cecil gently pet his hair and hugged him tight, "It doesn't matter what others think as long as we know the truth. And everyone here knows you and even if you look seventy I'll still love you. And people around here won't care."
Carlos clutched him tightly as he sobbed softly, "But you're not going to want to be with me when I look seventy, you'll still be young and beautiful and you'll leave me for someone else, because why would you want to be with an old man?"
"Hey," Cecil murmured, "That's not true, when your seventy I'll be seventy two and no matter how much younger I look you'll always have your perfect hair," he carded his fingers through it, "and your soft lips," he kissed him softly. "And your sexy body," He grinned and squeezed his waist and frowned as Carlos shrunk away.
"I'm getting /fat/, I have love handles."
"It makes you no less sexy love. And if it matters I never noticed."
Carlos sniffed, "I have."
Cecil pulled him close and kissed him. "And so what, what matters, babe, is that I love you, and I always will."
Carlos cuddled up against his partner as he felt a warm feeling inside of him, "You're so good to me."
"It's because I love you, let's just go to bed, hm?"
"Yeah, bed."
Cecil pulled Carlos up and just pulled him to bed, not bothering to deal with the half empty wine glass. He cuddled Carlos against his chest and murmured to him until he fell asleep. Cecil wished his love could see himself the way he saw Carlos. And he knew he could love him forever. He just wanted to make him understand.
But he could do that in the morning.