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Chapter 6: It Gets Rather Smut

The next morning, Cecil was making a cup of coffee for himself. The latest intern Thaddeus had spontaneously combusted after reading Station Management's declaration of pay cuts to all employees. Cecil heard some voices coming closer from a nearby hallway. Carlos and Sherlock were talking about three foot long snakes and did not even acknowledge Cecil's presence. They walked right past him and into a room Cecil believed was the library. Cecil, intrigued, followed. He crouched down behind one of the stacks and listened. Sherlock sighed and then spoke in a whisper. "I brought you here because we need to talk. Carlos, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I lied to you about this, but Jawn and I have been seeing each other for a while now. It’s gotten pretty serious.”

“Fuck. Really, Sherlock? I mean, I love you. What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s nothing, it started fast... I love you too. Jawn meant nothing to me. But you've been gone so much, and when I arrived... It’s just… I’m sorry." Carlos' face turned bright red. His eyes lit up with tears. “I… I just… I never… saw this coming.” He paused, and then spoke again in a whisper, which Cecil could barely hear. “I’m just so broken up.”

“So are we okay now?” asked Sherlock.

“Uh… shit. I guess,” whispered Carlos, brushing his scraggly hair out of his face. “I guess so.” Sherlock began to unbutton his coat, eyes wet with tears. "Everything is going to be alright."

Sherlock turned to Carlos. “You know, I’ve never seen a man as beautiful as you are, Carlos.”

Eyes glistening, hair messy and red lips swollen, Carlos sobbed and stuttered, “No one’s ever said that to me before. Ever.”

Sherlock sighed. “I know. And I want to put all thoughts of Jawn out of my mind. Why can’t we skip the committee meeting and have some time together? Or maybe we could… you know.”

Cecil’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t move for fear of being spotted.

“I love you, Sherlock. Are you ready for this?” Carlos’s eyes shone.

“Yes, Carlos.” Sherlock’s voice was strong, yet so very weak.

Cecil was aroused, but was terrified of being spotted. He sat cross-legged on the floor, frozen. Carlos was the first to make a move, hugging Sherlock to his chest and kissing him passionately. Sherlock responded with a sly grin and began to unbutton his shirt. Cecil was amazed by Sherlock’s tight abs and his muscled arms. Carlos seemed to be intrigued too, as his pants began to tent right below his belly button. Sherlock rolled over onto Carlos, and nibbled on his ear. Meanwhile, Cecil shrieked silently behind the book stacks, afraid to be heard by the lovers. Carlos whispered in Sherlock’s ear, and began to unbutton his slacks. Sherlock sat up.

“I missed this when I was in London. We need to be together more often.”

“Yes.”

Cecil was finally able to move, for the two lovers had entangled and were unaware of Cecil silently creeping out the door.