Completing Us - Cecilos WTNV Fanfiction

2 - Illegal

Right until there was a knock at the door, Cecil could only stare at the screen of his phone and be absolutely dumbfounded at the quivering feeling in his lungs.

CARLOS; Hey - heard the radio today. Mind if I come over?

Cecil's face harbored that immensely, immensely stupid teenage-girl-crush expression.

Wow. Forgive me, universe, but he had actually typed that with his own two perfect fingers.

CECIL; Not at all.

Given the situation, he didn't even change out of his clothes after coming home from Night Vale's Comunity Radio Station. Some time was spent cooking coffee and chanting over it. Then he also wanted to spend a good amount of time trying to comb and gel his hair but instead spent most of it staring at the mirror and questioning existence - a very good exercise for a radioman, to be honest, so it's not so bad, is it?

Then came the knock. 

The knock was aimed at a door, compacted wood to protect the house from any sort of... Intrusion.

But instead the knock knocked the hell out of any air left in his lungs.

Cecil stumbled over the stapler glued to the floor according to Municipal law, fixed the bowtie, ran his hand through his coarse hair one last time for good measure and opened the door. 

Carlos stood there all outlined against the purple sky, flawless hair he'd agreed not to cut after a rigorous public announcement Cecil managed to spread along like wildfire in several different radio sessions, a gorgeous black-and-red flannel shirt and blue jeans and ohmyglowcloudALLHAIL, a pristine white lab coat on top.

I love you so, so much.

Instead, what came out of him was a slightly unsure and almost frightened Hey!..?, completely improper and straight up embarrassing for a professional radio host which made his ears turn even redder and Cecil's hair quickly scuttled over to cover them. 

This man was the most beautiful profession disturbance to ever grace this pointless Earth. 

"So, I..." The scientist stumbled over his words, immediately stumbling over the very same stapler glued to the floor according to Municipal law and falling to the floor facefirst. Before he could think of it, Cecil's hands darted and caught that devilishly handsome man, ohmy, by the shoulders right as he was about to plummet to the floor and a plant a possible bruise on that face - and a bruise on a face like that is, or should be, illegal and punishable by death to whichever person or thing caused it, Cecil decided. 

"Oh..." Carlos breathed breathlessly, staring at the floor like at the barely avoided disaster that it was in his eyes, the heat of his skin rising even through the flannel shirt. Cecil's hair once more had to hang up an even thicker curtain over his ears. He's barely touched him before now. "Uh, why do you have a stapler attached to the floor, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Everyone does," Cecil replied casually, helping the scientist up. "It's Municipal law. " It was then when the creeping suspicion that Carlos might not have a stapler glued to the floor by his own door hit the radio host. Not only was Carlos reducing his professional radio voice way below Cecil's dignity, but he was also a lawbreaker?

Woah.

Bad boy.

...Hot.

"Come in," Cecil gestured graciously to the table, acutely aware of his heartbeat. "I've made coffee."

The man blinked, pinning his lost gaze to the ceiling for a second. "Coffee?" He repeated absent-mindedly.