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It was comfy in Carlos’ arms, and the sugary treat kept him happy. It was only a little while later that Earl seemed to come back to himself and realize what was going on. He was cuddling. Naked. With a man who had exacted revenge on him not a week before.

He should be more shocked about it, but he wasn’t.

“…So.” he cleared his throat, looked down at his hands. “Subspace. Chemical makeup of the brain, all that stuff… That was because of what you did to me?”

Oh. Earl was back. He wasn’t taking a swing at him, like Carlos had half-thought he would, so he tentatively stayed where he was. “Yeah, um. Yeah. A bit. More accurately, it’s because of what you did to you. I’m just the conductor it flows through. Or, I, uh. Was.”

Was this weird? Yeah. This was weird.

He was up to three fingers when he finally felt Carlos’ hands on him again. Just that – just the mild sensation the touch provided – was enough to make him gasp, his own fingers curling involuntarily inside him.

He was about to say ‘yes’ – about to give in – but even through the fog of desire, Diego knew that something else had to be attended to first. “L-Lube?” he grunted.

Carlos hissed at the interruption, fingertips pressing harder against Diego’s hips. He leaned over, pressing his chest to Diego’s back. “I don’t know, I hear you like to play rough. Right now, like this, I bet you’d like it anyway.”

But teasing aside, Carlos wasn’t an actual sadist (he left that to Diego, thanks) and he pulled a small bottle out of his lab coat pocket. There was the click of a cap opening and then cold liquid dribbling down Diego’s fingers.

Sizing Up

The pat on his shoulder had his jaw clenching, and he fought the instinct to tighten his shoulders. No, act natural. He was a friendly boy scout, not a saboteur. 

Ugh, ice cream, really? Was he seven?  If he was going to offer to fatten him up, he could have at least went with a burger and fries from the moonlite all night.

Plus, he really, really didn’t want to spend time with this guy for longer than he had to, even if he smelt nice, like lavender and something spicy, and his smile was as perfect as Cecil said it was…

Earl ran his tongue self-consciously along his own chompers and let out a sigh through his nose. Damn him.

“Gee, I would love to.” he grumbled, and it was really, really hard to keep the sarcasm out of his voice “But it’s nearly dinner time, and I wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite!” he started to walk to the door of the lab. “See you later, Mr.Scientist, and feel free to give me a call!” he gestured to a desk, where he had used his knife to engrave his number into the wood.

“And good luck!”

“Nearly dinner time? It’s still morn- oh, alright.” Earl was already walking away. Carlos waved, a little baffled by the boy’s behavior, but honestly since coming here he could deal with a little eccentricity. And Earl would be such a valuable resource, someone who’d grown up here and a boy scout that would be always eager to help.

Always happy to help, informative, he could work with his team to help them not die, and he was strong too, by the look of those arms and broad shoulders…

Oh my god. Carlos pressed a hand to his face and sighed. Carlos Ochoa, do not be a creepy old man and ogle the teenager. Ugh. It was too early to deal with this. He needed to focus on his science, anyway.

He did, however, carefully put Earl’s number into his phone. It might be important later on.

Carlos has been roped into subbing for Night Vale High School science classes from time to time. Students who listen to the radio show will often ask questions about Cecil, but he will quickly change the subject back to the lesson.

Oh, I’m sure he does spend a lot of time subbing.

Oh, only rarely. I'm not nearly as qualified as some I could mention.

Earl happily took the bite of cheesecake into his mouth, sucking the bits that stuck to Carlos’ fingers as well. He gave a happy ‘hmmm’ at the taste. He loved cheesecake, it was his favorite treat, and to avoid temptation he had planned on giving half of it away to Cecil that day. 

"You should take half of the cake home with you." he mumbled. "Too much cake for just me." He was starting to feel a creeping feeling, like fog was clearing from his mind. He coming down from his high, but slowly. He wasn’t afraid this time, it was like skydiving and this time he had a parachute to soften the fall.

"I might do that," he said, and made a quick note to himself to check the cake upon getting home. It wasn't that he didn't trust Earl's recipes, it was just that...well, he questioned a few of them. Though Earl was eating the cheesecake himself, so it couldn't have been anything too dangerous.

He kept feeding Earl bites of cheesecake, trying to figure out where to go from here. When Earl was soft and subspacey this was easy, to lie together like this and be Earl's master. But when he came back to himself, Carlos worried if he wouldn't get upset with him again. He doubted that he would be Earl's first choice to see him vulnerable like this.

He started to formulate a plan, that as soon as Earl seemed okay to be left alone, he'd tear out of here before he could turn on Carlos.

While your character was comforting mine, in their emotionally unstable state my character kisses yours and asks them to spend the night. How does your character react?

Several agonizing minutes later, Diego finally felt Carlos pull out. The other man did not, however, release his grip on Diego’s hair, a fact that Diego did not appreciate in the slightest.

But then there was the promise of release – of an end to this strange frenzy of arousal – so he only nodded, curling his lip slightly when Carlos’ thumb caressed his lip but otherwise not showing any sign of resistance.

Slowly, he stood and walked over to his desk – every step like torture – lowered his pants, and bent over. He was reluctant to prep himself, fully aware that the stimulus would only serve to worsen the agony, but he also knew how painful the next bit would be without proper preparation. So it was with extreme trepidation that he stuck one – and then two – fingers inside himself and began thrusting, moaning through clenched teeth at how fucking good it felt to finally have something inside him.

Carlos bit his lip, finally able to show something behind the bravado now that Diego was facing away. He'd planned out every move here, but he hadn't counted on how goddamn turned on he'd be by Diego all desperate and needing. Something about seeing the mighty fallen, or something like that. Or maybe it was just the sheer visceral nature of them, all the polarity and hate boiling over into something magnetic and unstoppable.

He swallowed hard and tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to get some air. He'd have to evaluate all this later. Later. At home. With the lights off. Yeah.

He walked over and rested his hands on Diego's waist, rubbing small circles on the skin with his thumbs. "Are you ready?"

Sizing Up

Earl raised an eyebrow, he knew the he Carlos was talking about. He could see Cecil there now, offering to help, clinging to Carlos, asking what product he used in his hair while running his fingers through it-

Earl slammed his hand onto the desk a little harder than necessary and forced an enthusiastic smile.

"Great! So, let me tell you a few things for starters-" 

He then proceeded to tell Carlos things that would not get him killed, per say, but just enough wrong to, say, piss off the blood flies that live in the cacti nearby, have the hooded figures hiss at them when they entered Big Rico’s and have John Peters- you know, the farmer? Pelt them with invisible corn with his invisible catapult. 

He wanted to tell him things that would scare them off soon. It was obvious that Carlos didn’t measure up to Night Vale or to Cecil, and that would be made apparent within the week, when he left town screaming.

Carlos started jotting down things halfway through. Fantastic! Though he felt maybe a small pang of regret that he no longer had an excuse to call the radio host; just as well. Or he could call him as a second opinion. It might be needed. Eventually.

"This is so great, thank you," he said, adding the last few comments. "Really great. If you'd like to come in mornings, I'm sure the team will have some more questions for you, and we'll get you that experience."

But it would probably be awhile before his team even came in. Jeff had lost a finger last night to a mailbox. That was something it was okay to miss work for. "Hey, why don't I take you out for ice cream?" he said, patting Earl on the shoulder. Teenagers liked ice cream, right? He liked ice cream. "I know it's early but if I remember being your age, I didn't much care about that."

Sizing Up

Earl wanted to hit him. He wanted to push his back against his desk and tug that perfect hair and tell him not to patronize him. Earl had been on this earth just as long, if not longer than this…lavender smelling science-toting jerk.

But he wouldn’t. Carlos didn’t know that although he had the body of a nineteen year old, he had been nineteen for over- 

Shoot, how long had it been? His brain got fuzzy when he tried to remember.

"Golly sir, that would be neat.” instead, he lied through his teeth “But, like I said, I’m here for my inspection badge- But, oh, maybe I could help you?” He leaned against one of the many desks littered around him, casually staring at something-was that Rico’s pizza sauce?-in one of the beakers.

"I have lived in this city for my whole life, after all. I know things.”

Carlos tilted his head, regarding the young man. It was true that his team had no holy idea what was going on in this town, and having a source on the inside who knew how things worked could be invaluable. But, on the same hand, they had also been nearly killed by the reference desk at the library, so he wasn't entirely persuaded about rushing into offers of help with open arms.

But...this kid. He was young, and he seemed like he only wanted to help. He was a boy scout, for god's sake. Here for a badge. He probably had some sort of code about helping people. And even if he did seem a little innocent, he could help them at least figure out which days were certain death and which were only mostly certain death.

"Maybe you could," he said, nodding. "It wouldn't hurt to have a consultant around here. I mean, we've had offers, but he's, er- easily distracted." By me, apparently.