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“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.

“I missed you Carlos!” Cecil said, swooning, before pressing a kiss to Carlos’s cheek. He could spend all night just enjoying eachother.

Carlos grinned and pulled Cecil into a hug. “I missed you too, babe.” But then a thought occurred to him. “Did you bring any camping supplies?”

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the-perfect-scientist:

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“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.

tenticalkhoshekh

“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.”

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“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”

Cecil grabbed the supplies and went back over to Carlos and set it up so it would be easier for them to leave. He just waited for Carlos to instruct him what to write and what to label them with.

Carlos offered Cecil to sit in his chair and started to point things out. “So these tags I wrote beforehand while collecting, we just transcribe this part into the label gun.” He did one for Cecil for a piece of pumice he found in a river bed. He stuck the label that said “PUMICE – RIVER BED .23KM” onto the top of the Tupperware container. “Then we take one of the blank labels from the sheet and write down the date. The date isn’t as important, which is why I don’t print it from the label gun.

“That sounds easy enough,” he said with a small smile, before getting to work labelling what Carlos gave him. Cecil found it almost relaxing just sitting here and labelling things with Carlos. Perhaps it was just being together again after a long separation, and not having to worry constantly about Night Vale, even if it did way heavy in the back of his mind.

Carlos was just happy to have Cecil with him while they worked. He read out tags he’d made earlier in the day for the labels and sealed the sample containers with a bright and scientific smile on his face.

At one point he leaned in to smooch Cecil on the top of his head.

Cecil was slowly finishing up what he had been given when he felt the kiss on the top of his head. His face flushed a light purple as a small grin crept across his face. If they had been in Night Vale, no doubt his markings would be wriggling around as well. Once Cecil was done, he pressed a small chaste kiss to Carlos’ cheek.

Carlos grinned as they finished up with the samples.

“And with that… we’re done. Good job, Ceec. Thanks so much for helping me!”

“I was glad to help Carlos!” He said, enjoying the presence of his scientist.

Cecil stretched a bit after sitting, his shirt riding up further.

Carlos’ eyes were drawn to the little bit of skin that showed. “When did you get that outfit, by the way?” he asked.

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the-perfect-scientist:

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“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”

Cecil grabbed the supplies and went back over to Carlos and set it up so it would be easier for them to leave. He just waited for Carlos to instruct him what to write and what to label them with.

Carlos offered Cecil to sit in his chair and started to point things out. “So these tags I wrote beforehand while collecting, we just transcribe this part into the label gun.” He did one for Cecil for a piece of pumice he found in a river bed. He stuck the label that said “PUMICE – RIVER BED .23KM” onto the top of the Tupperware container. “Then we take one of the blank labels from the sheet and write down the date. The date isn’t as important, which is why I don’t print it from the label gun.

“That sounds easy enough,” he said with a small smile, before getting to work labelling what Carlos gave him. Cecil found it almost relaxing just sitting here and labelling things with Carlos. Perhaps it was just being together again after a long separation, and not having to worry constantly about Night Vale, even if it did way heavy in the back of his mind.

Carlos was just happy to have Cecil with him while they worked. He read out tags he’d made earlier in the day for the labels and sealed the sample containers with a bright and scientific smile on his face.

At one point he leaned in to smooch Cecil on the top of his head.

Cecil was slowly finishing up what he had been given when he felt the kiss on the top of his head. His face flushed a light purple as a small grin crept across his face. If they had been in Night Vale, no doubt his markings would be wriggling around as well. Once Cecil was done, he pressed a small chaste kiss to Carlos’ cheek.

Carlos grinned as they finished up with the samples.

“And with that… we’re done. Good job, Ceec. Thanks so much for helping me!”

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“Don’t worry I keep a eye on him. He’ll be ok. Sad but ok.”

“Just keep assuring him that I’m okay that I’m thinking about him,” Carlos said. “That’s… I guess that’s all we can do, really. If he’d even understand it…”

“I got it covered. Yourbaby space whale is well taken care of. No worries.” Smiles at him. “Some of the females looked a bit big.might be heavy with young.”

“Oh? Fun,” Carlos said with a smile.

Yondu smiles at him. “Yeah…. would be….” Sighs and goes back to helping Eduardo with the food. “You’d love to see them all……. how the new horns are so tiny…..” sighs.

“Yeah… I would,” Carlos agreed softly.

But he couldn’t go back to space again. He belonged on Earth. He cleared his throat and went to count out dishes for dinner. It’d still be a little bit, but he was getting depressed, and so he needed to occupy himself.

Yondu sighs then goes over to him and drags him off. “Pete go help Eduardo finish. Carlos and I need to talk.” Peter blinks and nods heading to the kitchen.

Yondu drags Carlos up to his room and closes the door then Yanks him into a deep kiss.

Carlos yelped in shock and clung to Yondu’s jacket. He was confused – what the hell was going on??

Carlos pushed Yondu back, just enough so that they could see each other. “Yondu, what are you doing??”

Yondu blinks and then pulls away ears drooping. “Shit I… I don’t know what came over me. I…. I’m sorry I…..I just….”

Carlos took a deep breath, trying to calm his speeding heart. “Yondu, we… we can’t be doing this,” he said slowly and carefully. “We… we’re just going to make ourselves upset and when you go back to space we’ll just… we’ll be hurting again.” Carlos frowned at the other and took his hand. “Yondu – I’m not mad. I just… I was shocked and… well, we need to stop this thing before we get hurt worse.” It felt like a horrible thing to say, but what else could Carlos say? It wouldn’t be good for them to torture themselves like this.

Flinches back. “To late for that….. my …senses see you as my mate. My whole body is screaming it. It’s driving me insane. Because the pill knows we’re not mates and it’s like I’m burning to death and freezing to death at the same time.”

Carlos stared at Yondu. “This… you mean your biology is affecting this?” he asked. “There… Yondu, I had no idea! There’s got to be something we can do!”

“I don’t know…. I was just s pouchling when I was torn from my parents… all I know is we mate for life. But other then that…….”

“Is there anybody who knows about Centaurian biology?” Carlos asked. “Someone who can help us sort you out? Yondu, if I had known I wouldn’t have let this happen…”

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”

Cecil grabbed the supplies and went back over to Carlos and set it up so it would be easier for them to leave. He just waited for Carlos to instruct him what to write and what to label them with.

Carlos offered Cecil to sit in his chair and started to point things out. “So these tags I wrote beforehand while collecting, we just transcribe this part into the label gun.” He did one for Cecil for a piece of pumice he found in a river bed. He stuck the label that said “PUMICE – RIVER BED .23KM” onto the top of the Tupperware container. “Then we take one of the blank labels from the sheet and write down the date. The date isn’t as important, which is why I don’t print it from the label gun.

“That sounds easy enough,” he said with a small smile, before getting to work labelling what Carlos gave him. Cecil found it almost relaxing just sitting here and labelling things with Carlos. Perhaps it was just being together again after a long separation, and not having to worry constantly about Night Vale, even if it did way heavy in the back of his mind.

Carlos was just happy to have Cecil with him while they worked. He read out tags he’d made earlier in the day for the labels and sealed the sample containers with a bright and scientific smile on his face.

At one point he leaned in to smooch Cecil on the top of his head.

tenticalkhoshekh:

the-perfect-scientist:

tenticalkhoshekh

“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”

Cecil grabbed the supplies and went back over to Carlos and set it up so it would be easier for them to leave. He just waited for Carlos to instruct him what to write and what to label them with.

Carlos offered Cecil to sit in his chair and started to point things out. “So these tags I wrote beforehand while collecting, we just transcribe this part into the label gun.” He did one for Cecil for a piece of pumice he found in a river bed. He stuck the label that said “PUMICE – RIVER BED .23KM” onto the top of the Tupperware container. “Then we take one of the blank labels from the sheet and write down the date. The date isn’t as important, which is why I don’t print it from the label gun.

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“Don’t worry I keep a eye on him. He’ll be ok. Sad but ok.”

“Just keep assuring him that I’m okay that I’m thinking about him,” Carlos said. “That’s… I guess that’s all we can do, really. If he’d even understand it…”

“I got it covered. Yourbaby space whale is well taken care of. No worries.” Smiles at him. “Some of the females looked a bit big.might be heavy with young.”

“Oh? Fun,” Carlos said with a smile.

Yondu smiles at him. “Yeah…. would be….” Sighs and goes back to helping Eduardo with the food. “You’d love to see them all……. how the new horns are so tiny…..” sighs.

“Yeah… I would,” Carlos agreed softly.

But he couldn’t go back to space again. He belonged on Earth. He cleared his throat and went to count out dishes for dinner. It’d still be a little bit, but he was getting depressed, and so he needed to occupy himself.

Yondu sighs then goes over to him and drags him off. “Pete go help Eduardo finish. Carlos and I need to talk.” Peter blinks and nods heading to the kitchen.

Yondu drags Carlos up to his room and closes the door then Yanks him into a deep kiss.

Carlos yelped in shock and clung to Yondu’s jacket. He was confused – what the hell was going on??

Carlos pushed Yondu back, just enough so that they could see each other. “Yondu, what are you doing??”

Yondu blinks and then pulls away ears drooping. “Shit I… I don’t know what came over me. I…. I’m sorry I…..I just….”

Carlos took a deep breath, trying to calm his speeding heart. “Yondu, we… we can’t be doing this,” he said slowly and carefully. “We… we’re just going to make ourselves upset and when you go back to space we’ll just… we’ll be hurting again.” Carlos frowned at the other and took his hand. “Yondu – I’m not mad. I just… I was shocked and… well, we need to stop this thing before we get hurt worse.” It felt like a horrible thing to say, but what else could Carlos say? It wouldn’t be good for them to torture themselves like this.

Flinches back. “To late for that….. my …senses see you as my mate. My whole body is screaming it. It’s driving me insane. Because the pill knows we’re not mates and it’s like I’m burning to death and freezing to death at the same time.”

Carlos stared at Yondu. “This… you mean your biology is affecting this?” he asked. “There… Yondu, I had no idea! There’s got to be something we can do!”

tenticalkhoshekh

“Sure!
Just tell me what to do,” he says, looking around for the labelling
supplies. The thought of using writing utensils was weird, this wasn’t
Night Vale.

Carlos went to a box and searched inside it for a bit before pulling out some bags and tiny plastic tupperware. He also took a labeling gun and offered it to Cecil. “Here. There’s some blank labels on my table right there as well as a marker.” He pointed to indicate where the items were. “We use the label gun to mark the place. The labels hand-done in marker are for the dates.”