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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Welcome_to_Night_Vale
  Relationship:
      Carlos/Cecil_Palmer, Carlos/Cecil_(Welcome_to_Night_Vale)
  Character:
      Carlos_(Welcome_to_Night_Vale), Cecil_Palmer
  Additional Tags:
      Time_Travel, Doubles, but_not_in_the_way_you_think, teenage!Cecil,
      teenage!Carlos, Light_Bondage, Dom_Carlos, Sub_Cecil, Orgasm_Denial,
      Domestic, Everything_is_Consentual, First_Time, Fluff_and_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-29 Completed: 2014-02-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3158
****** Time Warped ******
by mustang_eddie
Summary
     Carlos and Cecil have guests over. Also, Carlos and Cecil are guests
     at Carlos and Cecil's house.
Notes
     I felt bad about the last fic I posted. This is about as fluffy as I
     get. Underage!Cecilos will come in the next chapter. Many thanks to
     my friend Teej for the beta. Comments provide me life energy to
     survive.
***** Hosts *****
Cecil was in the breakroom, enjoying a coke and some camaraderie with the
interns when his phone buzzed. He immediately answered it amidst giggling and
eye rolls from the young, soon to be dead, staff.
“Hell-lo gorgeous!” He answered brightly. “How is my favorite scientist today?”
“Cecil, I need you to come to the lab right now. It’s urgent.” Carlos groaned.
“Well isn’t somebody anxious,” Cecil teased, carefully walking past Strex™
Management’s door, on his way out to his car.
“It’s not like that- something happened. Something that involves you,” Carlos
said. “It’s not dangerous, I just- please say you’re on your way?”
“I’ll be there soon. See ya, beautiful.” Cecil hung up. Science usually didn’t
involve him, but something told him that this wasn’t going to be like the other
times he and Carlos had done experiments. Maybe it was something in the tone of
Carlos’ beautiful, perfect voice.
As he walked into Carlos’ lab, he saw Carlos and two teenagers sitting across
the room. One of the boys seemed terrified to move. The other one however,
jumped up excitedly.
“Neat! I got attractive!” His voice was rather squeaky. “I look like I could
model for Radio Broadcaster’s Monthly!” Cecil ran his hand through his hair,
confused.
“Carlos?” Cecil asked, looking at the broad-shouldered scientist. Both Carlos
and the other teenage looked up.
“Night Vale strikes again,” Carlos muttered. “Somehow, we’ve ended up with
teenage versions of ourselves. I think a wormhole opened up.”
“Oh,” Cecil said, watching the younger version of himself run around the lab.
“Where did they end up?”
“We landed in the storage closet,” teenage Carlos piped up. “I don’t know where
Cecil’s from, but I’m telling you, he’s high or insane!” He directed the
statements to the current day Carlos.
“No he’s not, he’s from Night Vale. Which is where we are now. But he’s from
the past. I think. That or he’s escaped a long-term temporal loop. I have a few
hypothesizes.”
“Ooh!” young Cecil stopped tapping a beaker to squeak. “I was in gym class
before I was here! I think I was trying to skip class, I ran into the boiler
room!”
Older Cecil’s eyes lit up. “I remember this happening to Larry Leroy back in
the day! It’s a copy of our teenage selves. They rub off of their time fabric
and onto ours. Kind of like when you wash a red shirt with white ones and
everything goes pink!” Both Carlos’ wrinkled their foreheads and looked at each
other.
“So,” older Carlos said slowly, “This isn’t technically time travel, and we’re
not going to rip a hole in the space-time continuum?”
“So,” younger Carlos continued, “Is there a way to get me back?”
“Of course we’re not going to, beautiful,” Cecil gushed to his Carlos. The
younger Cecil had run into the makeshift kitchen, excited that the City Council
ban on grape soda had been lifted after his time. “I’m not sure if there’s a
way to bounce you back, but I could ask Larry in the morning. They can stay
with us for tonight. Right, babe?”
“Cecil, I need to talk to you for a second. Alone.” Both Cecils started to
follow the older Carlos, but young Carlos grabbed Cecil by the collar. The men
walked out back.
“Ceec, we only have two rooms in our apartment.”
“So? We’re not using both of them.”
“Honey, they’re underage. Carlos- I- Carlos said he was 17, which makes the
copy of you 15. I don’t know if they should be sharing a room. Especially if
they catch onto the fact that in at least one of their timelines they end up
getting together.”
“When did you start having sex?” Cecil asked after a moment’s pause.
“When I was 22,” Carlos replied. “Shortly before I came out.”
“And I started when I was 17.” Cecil murmured. “They’re identical to us, and up
until now, they’ve had the exact same upbringing as us. Even if they are us in
the past and not misplaced copies, they’re not our responsibilities. Can we
trust ourselves from the past?” Carlos looked him over, a grin twitching up
against his will.
“I don’t know, no one from my hometown was nearly as cute as you are, amor.” He
whispered, dropping a quick kiss at the corner of his ear.
“Carlooos,” Cecil drawled with a smile. “Not in front of the kids. I think
they’re at the window.” Sure enough, the teenagers were at the window. Both
looked confused, but Cecil was dumbfounded.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention,” the older Cecil blushed. “When I was 15 I was
nursing a pretty obnoxious crush on Pamela Winschitl. I had no idea I was gay
until Earl Harlan came back to town.”
 
The dishes were done, and the teenagers had gone off to the guest room to make
sleeping arrangements and shower. Cecil and Carlos, the ones in their mid-
thirties, lay in bed.
“You needed some sedatives as a teenager,” Carlos said, exhausted from
answering Cecil’s hundreds of questions. The Cecil in his bed kissed his
forehead.
“Hey, you’ve gotta admit, this is pretty exciting. Going to the future?” he
said gently. “And winding up in a storage closet with a cute boy, only to find
out that you end up with the smoldering older version of that cute boy?”
“Mm, don’t get me started babe,” Carlos murmured. “I’m probably just containing
myself back there. I had one hell of a sex drive when I was a teenager.”
“You still do.” Cecil said with a smile. “I was hoping to help you with that
tonight,” Carlos groaned.
“These walls are paper thin. There’s no way we can get away with sex with kids
next door.” His eyes closing as he muttered. Cecil stroked his face, fingers
tracing behind his ears. Suddenly, Cecil yanked Carlos’s hair, pulling his head
back. Carlos hissed.
“Amor, don’t tease me,” he moaned.
“I plan on doing much more than teasing you,” Cecil whispered sultrily. “You’re
just going to have to keep quiet,” Cecil licked the rim of his ear. Carlos bit
his lip.
Cecil kissed Carlos, and Carlos kissed back, deep and full. He lifted Cecil
onto his hips, letting him grind down onto his growing erection. Cecil was all
over him, trailing his mouth down Carlos’s mouth, chin, jaw and neck, and
peeling off the tank top that Carlos had worn to bed. Cecil bit down on
Carlos’s shoulder, and Carlos moaned loudly. Cecil immediately let up.
“Babe, like you said, the walls are paper thin,” Cecil said in mock
disapproval. “If you want more of this,” he ground his hips down, “You’re
either going to have to keep the boys from hearing you, or accept that they’re
going to know that we’re fucking in here.”
“You bastard,” Carlos growled. “I think you’re going to end up being the
screamer tonight,” He flipped himself over, pinning Cecil’s hands above his
head. Cecil took a sharp intake of breath. Carlos kept Cecil pinned down with
one hand, rummaging around in the bedside drawer for the handcuffs. He kissed
Cecil when he came back up, all along his neck and ears.
After handcuffing Cecil to the headboard, Carlos yanked Cecil’s pants down
unceremoniously. Cecil bit his lip, remaining silent. Carlos dusted his lips
down Cecil’s torso, teasing gently across his nipples and growing paunch.
Carlos blew a raspberry on Cecil’s hipbone. Cecil burst out laughing.
“You goon,” he said. Carlos looked up with a shit-eating grin.
“Just wanted to make sure you’re awake,” Carlos purred. He kissed the hipbone
nicely, and then took Cecil’s growing erection into his mouth. Cecil moaned
loudly, loud enough for the teenagers to hear for certain.
“Jesus Christ,” Carlos said, letting go of Cecil with a pop. “You get to
explain tomorrow,”
“They’re not 6, they won’t need explaining,” Cecil gritted his teeth. “Get down
and suck.”
Carlos obliged. He took Cecil down deep, twisting Cecil’s nipple for good
measure. Cecil hissed out a whine. This continued until Cecil was writhing in
bed, whining for release. Carlos pinched the base of his dick, making Cecil
groan. He got up to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer. Cecil keened on
the bed.
“Carlos, please,” he whined. “I need to cum,”
“I don’t think you do, not just yet,” Carlos said dangerously. He was in full-
blown Dom mode now. He pulled the ball gag out of the drawer. “I want to play
with you a bit more, and I don’t want the boys to come walking in because
you’re being loud. Open up,”
Cecil opened his mouth wide, pupils blown. Once Carlos had secured the ball gag
tight, he spread Cecil’s legs wide.
“Keep them still or you get nothing,”
Cecil nodded with a whimper. Carlos opened the lube, and drizzled it on Cecil’s
opening. He immediately shoved a single finger into Cecil’s ass up to the first
knuckle. Cecil screamed into the gag, but stayed still. Slowly, Carlos worked
him open. Once he found Cecil’s prostate, he slowly ran his fingers over it,
poking and rubbing it in circles. His other hand held the base of Cecil’s cock,
forbidding his release. Carlos was throbbing, Cecil’s keens and whimpers making
him harder and harder. Cecil had tears streaming down his face. Carlos promptly
pulled his fingers out, kissed Cecil’s cheeks and pressed his cock into Cecil’s
ass. Cecil screamed through his ball gag. Carlos decided Cecil had adjusted
enough, and began pounding his cock into Cecil’s ass.
The bed frame shook as Carlos fucked Cecil. Their grunts and moans got
progressively louder, until Cecil was screaming with release and Carlos was
swearing. He emptied himself into Cecil’s ass with a shout and collapsed on top
of Cecil.
A few seconds later, Carlos unlocked and ungagged Cecil. Cecil was covered in
his own cum, but neither man cared. They kissed, snuggling close. They were
almost asleep when they heard the teenagers talking through the wall.
“Oh, shit, Cecil,”
“Fuck yeah, Carlos, just like that, unh!”
The older men looked at each other. Cecil bit back a laugh. Carlos was
mortified.
“We can’t just let two underage boys have sex next door,” he whispered.
“We’ll worry about it tomorrow,” Cecil kissed Carlos, dreamy in post orgasmic
haze. “You can give the sex talk.”
***** Guests *****
Chapter Summary
     Carlos and Cecil, as teenagers down the hall from their older selves.
     So anyway, here's Wonderwall.
Chapter Notes
     This was really fun to write, I drew on some of my first-time
     experiences. Un-beta'd, I'm looking for someone who would like to do
     beta/fic swaps. Comments always appreciated!
              Carlos and Cecil, teenage edition, walked down the hall into the
guest bedroom. After talking to the older Carlos, Carlos felt less anxious
about what was happening. Cecil had calmed down considerably as well, and was
no longer running around like a madman. Now that initial shock had worn off,
Carlos noticed that the younger teen had a fairly cute face. Cecil gave Carlos
a half grin as he crossed the threshold of the guest room. Carlos’ heart
tripped over his dimples.

              “There’s only one bed,” Carlos said in exasperation. “Should I
sleep on the floor?” Cecil walked to the bed and tested the mattress.

              “I don’t see why you should have to,” he said. “It’s a queen
sized bed. The mattress is pretty firm, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

              “No, I know we could both fit on the bed, but-“ Carlos stopped as
Cecil stretched, arching his back. His shirt slid up slightly, revealing a pair
of toned hips and a line of body hair. Cecil looked at him.

              “But what? Do you kick in your sleep or something?” Cecil asked.
Carlos’ brain had temporarily short circuited. It wasn’t fair, nobody should
have that good of a body at age 15. Much less someone who also had pouty lips
and dimples, too.

              “So? What’s the problem?” Cecil asked, again.

              “I’m gay and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Carlos
burst. His face immediately went red. He’d never told anyone that he liked
guys. Cecil smiled at him.
             
               “It’s not a big deal,” he said. “I’m not uncomfortable. Here,
you take the left side. They left clothes on the dresser.” Carlos strode over,
trying to ignore how attractive Cecil looked sprawled out on the bed. He was
95% sure that he and Cecil got together in another timeline, but his alternate
self was so different from him. He was smart, and attractive, and confident in
himself. He picked up the t-shirt, looked at it, and yelped in a voice that was
a few octaves higher than he would preferred.

              “What is it?” came a voice from right behind him. Carlos jumped,
colliding with the dresser. This was not the impression he wanted to make.

              “Um- well, it’s just that- well,- uh, -there’s- you see,” Carlos
stammered. He finally took a deep breath, and peeled off the sweatshirt he was
wearing. On his body was a Pink Floyd t-shirt, with a bleach spot on the left
side about the size of a dime. On the floor was a Pink Floyd t-shirt with a
bleach spot on the left side about the size of a dime. The one on the floor was
worn, graying from what must have been years of washing and wear. Cecil bent
over to pick it up. Carlos tried his hardest not to stare at Cecil’s ass.

               “This is weird,” Cecil stated, a little unnecessarily. “Like,
super weird. I think it’s weird, which probably makes it totally weird to you,”

               “What makes you say that?” Carlos asked, a little defensively.
Cecil walked back over to the bed.

               “The way the other Carlos was talking. He seemed really excited
about us. And the other me told me you guys come from out of the City Council
Approved Travel Zone. You must be something special to get a permit to come
here,” Cecil said. Carlos blushed again.

               “He must be,” Carlos mumbled. “I’m not a ton like him, I don’t
think.”

               “At least you’re rational. I acted like a fool in front of my
copy,” Cecil lamented. He dramatically collapsed onto the bed, still holding
the Pink Floyd shirt. Carlos suppressed a laugh.

               “It wasn’t that bad,” he reassured. He lay out on the bed, still
in his clothes. “So, you and I are living together in an alternate universe or
in the future…”

               “Yeah,” Cecil laughed. “It’s sort of odd, I’ve never thought I’d
end up with a guy,” he rolled over, facing Carlos. Carlos’ stomach clenched at
Cecil’s intense gaze. “But I don’t know, it doesn’t feel weird. It doesn’t feel
weird to me, and that’s the weirdest part of it all.”

                As if on cue, a muffled moan filtered through the wall. Carlos’
eyes widened.

                “I think that was you,” Cecil whispered.

                “Um, it sounded kind of like me,” Carlos mumbled, embarrassed.
There was a pregnant pause.

                “Are you a virgin?” Cecil asked.

                “Yeah. Nobody knows I’m gay back home.” Carlos explained,
trying to ignore what sounded like heavy making out in the next room.

                “Me too,” Cecil sighed. “I’ve never even kissed anyone. I was
actually going to ask Pam out after class, but I don’t know if I’m ever going
to get back…” A nearly silent moment passed between the two teens.

                “You know, we could be stuck here,” Carlos finally said. “Or we
could die or something,” Cecil raised an eyebrow. Subtext was not lost on him.

                “I think you’re going to end up being the screamer tonight,”
came through the wall. Suddenly, Cecil was on top of Carlos, kissing him
fiercely.

Carlos’ entire neurological system short circuited. Instinctively, he snaked
his fingers through Cecil’s hair. Cecil moaned. They attacked each other with
kisses and guttural sounds. Cecil was clumsy and passionate; Carlos wrapped
himself around Cecil, wanting to know that he was real, that this life was
real. Never in his life did he think he’d have a gorgeous, needy, squirming guy
sucking on his neck, grinding into his hips, taking his shirt off.

                Carlos detangled himself from Cecil, gasping for air. Cecil
looked up, his pupils blown and lips wet. They practically tore each other’s
clothes off. Carlos pushed Cecil down into the mattress, and dove straight for
Cecil’s cock. Carlos didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but the noises
that Cecil was making were too delicious to matter. Cecil grabbed Carlos’ hair
roughly, pushing him down until he choked.

               “Shit, sorry,” Cecil gasped, quickly releasing Carlos.

               “It’s fine, it’s fine,” Carlos reassured. “Do you want to go
further?”

               “Gods, yes. Hang on, I bet there’s lube somewhere,” While Cecil
rummaged around in the bedside drawer, Carlos was presented with a fantastic
view of his ass. On an impulse, he smacked it, once. Cecil whipped around,
condom and lube in one fist.

                “Do it again,” he demanded. Carlos smacked his ass again, a
little tentative.

                “Harder,” Cecil said. “I want you doing that when you’re inside
me,” He shoved the lube and the condom into Carlos’ hand. Cecil was on his
hands and knees on the bed, waiting. Carlos dripped a large amount of lube onto
his fingers. He immediately tried to stick a finger into Cecil, who hissed at
the cold. Carlos kissed his back, murmuring apologies to the younger boy.
Eventually, he had three fingers in Cecil, who was squirming and shaking.

                “Just put it in me, please,” he begged.

                “Are you sure?” Carlos asked, already unwrapping the condom and
rolling it onto his throbbing dick.

                “Please, please, Carlos, I want to do this,” Cecil whined.
 

                 Unsure of how exactly anal sex functioned and more aroused
than he had ever been, Carlos shoved his entire dick into Cecil. Cecil yelped.

                 “Shit, oh my god, I’m sorry,” Carlos apologized. “I can pull
out-“
                 
                 “No! Just wait a sec,” Cecil said with gritted teeth. Carlos
waited, draping his body over Cecil’s. He was so incredibly tight, and hot, and
his back was sweaty. After a few seconds, Cecil let out a moan.

                 “Oh god, you’re huge, Carlos,” he groaned. “I think I’m ready
now,”

                 Slowly, Carlos pulled out a bit and pushed back in. Cecil let
out a moan. Carlos began pumping, slowly at first, then working his way faster
and faster. Eventually they had a fast rhythm going, Carlos smacking Cecil’s
ass as he fucked him.

                 “Oh shit, Cecil,” Carlos groaned as Cecil clenched around him.

                 “Fuck yeah Carlos, just like that,” Cecil replied, “Make me
cum,” Carlos hastily reached around to Cecil’s throbbing dick, giving it a few
pumps until Cecil was gasping, shaking and cumming into the mattress. Carlos
followed soon after, collapsing on top of Cecil after pulling out. They sat in
wet, post-coital, breath-catching silence for what could have been hours, but
was probably only minutes. Carlos got up to throw away the condom in the
bathroom, and when he came back Cecil had put his pajamas on.
                  “I hope you don’t mind,” Cecil murmured as Carlos climbed
into bed, snuggling up close.

                  “Not at all,” Carlos replied, burying his face into the Pink
Floyd t-shirt Cecil was swimming in.

                   It smelt like home, even after all the years.
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