“This?
I’ve had it since Earl and I were scouts. I was surprised I still fit
it and since you were near a camp I thought it would fit the theme!”
Cecil smiled. It still had his patches from back in the day sewn on,
some sewn on better as he clearly progressed his skills.‘Fit’ in Cecil’s opinion was probably different from Carlos’. He was pretty sure young men weren’t supposed to flash their midsections when they stretched. But it looked good on Cecil – tight, but… good.
Carlos smiled at him. “Yes, it certainly fills the theme,” he responded. “Too bad I don’t have anything – I never was in scouts. Not enough robots for me, heh.”
Cecil was still smiling at Carlos, catching where he had stared at his midriff. He hoped he had enjoyed it. Sure, it was a bit short and tight but it wasn’t as bad a fit as he thought it would be. Enough to leave things to the imagination, although Carlos did not have to imagine.
“You look perfect the way you are. Quite scientific! And handsome,” Cecil replies.
Carlos chuckled. “Oh stop… you’re too much,” he cooed and he leaned in to press another kiss to Cecil’s face.
The Perfect Scientist 