The TV's flickering light seemed blinding in the darkness of the living room. It was early – or late, depending on how you looked at it – and Carlos was restless, unsure why he couldn't sleep or hold still.

The bedroom door creaked open, startling Carlos. He looked over his shoulder to see Cecil standing in the door, scratching his head.

"Is everything okay, Carlos?" he asked, his voice scratchy with sleep.

"Yeah," Carlos sighed, looking back at the TV. "Well, kind of."

Carlos heard Cecil's light footsteps behind him, and then felt Cecil's long, slender hands on his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing into Carlos' shoulders gently.

Carlos titled his head back to look up at Cecil. "Dunno. Can't sleep. Feel restless."

Cecil nodded slightly, leaning down to leave a chaste kiss on Carlos' lips before he turned toward the kitchen, flipping on the light as he went. Carlos blinked rapidly and stood to follow him.

Cecil was digging through the cupboards when Carlos leaned against the counter.

"What are you doing, Cecil?" he asked.

"Looking for my tea," Cecil murmured absently. "I think I'm out. Well, I'll have to find another way to help you calm down."

Cecil turned to him, an odd, fiery look in his sleepy eyes. He stepped toward Carlos, wrapping one strong arm around his waist and using the other to trap Carlos' wrist against the counter.

Carlos whimpered, biting his lip. "Cecil?" he asked quietly, arching slightly toward him.

"Carlos," Cecil whispered back, his breath ghosting across Carlos' cheeks.

Carlos shivered, his eyes fluttering shut. Somehow, the twisting in his consciousness calmed. Cecil was doing something, but he didn't know what.

"Carlos," Cecil breathed again, this time next to his ear. "Carlos, I think I've been having prophetic dreams again."

"Hmm?" Carlos hummed hazily, suddenly very lost in the feeling and smell of Cecil standing so close to him.

"I had a dream about the kitchen," Cecil murmured, kissing Carlos' throat lightly. "About us, here in the kitchen."

"Mmm," Carlos shivered, "hm, w-what were we do…doing, Cecil?"

Cecil chuckled softly. "This," he whispered, and then suddenly he was gone – well, not gone. Carlos forced his eyes open to see Cecil kneeling in front of him, looking up at him.

Carlos swallowed. "Cecil, what are you talking about?"

Cecil chuckled again, hooking his fingers into Carlos' boxer briefs and tugging them down slowly. Carlos could feel himself hardening because of Cecil's proximity, and he blushed, closing his eyes again.

"Carlos," Cecil murmured against his hip. "Carlos, look at me."

Carlos gulped and opened his eyes. Cecil looked like something out of a porn magazine, with a sweet, devious smirk on his face and his eyes glowing with lust.

"Watch me," Cecil whispered as he took Carlos' slowly rising erection into his mouth. Carlos fought to keep his eyes open, fought to obey Cecil's soft order.

The sigh alone made him get harder in Cecil's mouth. Carlos' knees shook and he gripped the counter, losing his focus for a moment and closing his eyes and Cecil flicked his tongue around. Who knew that split could feel so good? Carlos thought, shuddering when Cecil let go of his dick to attend to his balls.

"Cecil," Carlos whimpered, his eyes fluttering as he looked down at his lover.

Cecil glanced up, smiling. "Focus on me, Carlos," he murmured.

Carlos nodded, gasping as Cecil sucked lightly at the base of his dick. "I – oh, Cecil…. I can't keep – keep my e-eyes o-open…."

"Close them," Cecil whispered, slowly taking Carlos' head into his mouth, paying it special attention.

Carlos was shaking and breathing hard. He didn't know why Cecil had gone from tea to sex, but right then, he couldn't focus enough to actually care that much. He just wanted Cecil, more of Cecil, all of Cecil.

"Please," Carlos heard himself beg, a shockwave of pleasure racing up his spine when Cecil chuckled against his sensitive tip.

Cecil's mouth was warm and soft. Carlos wanted more, so much more, and almost involuntarily, he thrust toward Cecil. He was surprised when Cecil just held still, taking more of Carlos' dick into his mouth, licking the new expanse of skin expertly.

Carlos shook. "Cecil," he whimpered. "Cecil, oh, Cecil."

Cecil chuckled again, sending vibrations clear through Carlos and making him groan.

"I love you, Cecil," Carlos murmured as he began thrusting, resisting the urge to grab Cecil's head. Cecil took it in stride, simply smiling around Carlos' cock.

Carlos was lost to the world. Cecil's mouth and throat felt so good, warm and slick and willing. And Cecil only made it better, fondling his balls and – god, the fiend – moaning around Carlos as he thrust. Carlos couldn't resist, and eventually gripped Cecil's hair, holding him still as he thrust into his throat.

Cecil didn't even gag. Instead, his flicked his tongue along the underside of Carlos' cock as he thrust, moaning softly when Carlos was seated inside him, and sucking strongly when Carlos pulled back.

Carlos was losing his sense of control. Cecil's mouth felt so good. So, so, so very good. He wanted to cum, but he didn't want to stop. Cecil's hands gripped his naked ass as he thrust, pulling him deeper when he thrust in, and Carlos nearly screamed, letting loose a string of profanities that made Cecil groan loudly around him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Carlos growled, surprised at his own choice of words, "yes, Cecil, please, oh, oh shit, fuck, yes!"

Cecil grinned and stopped Carlos' thrusting when Carlos was nearly touching the back of Cecil's throat. Carefully, focusing on the movement, Cecil swallowed around Carlos' cock, massaging it with his mouth and throat as best he could. It had been a while, but Cecil had been skilled at this from the start, and he hoped he could make Carlos' explode with just his mouth.

Adding to the massage, Cecil began moaning and whimpering, making Carlos shake and shiver, arching further into Cecil's mouth. Cecil felt him touch the back of his throat and moaned in earnest, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Cecil had always enjoyed giving blowjobs. And he was elated to know that Carlos was enjoying his skill.

"Cecil," Carlos shouted suddenly. "Fuck! Cecil, I'm – if you don't stop – "

Cecil whimpered in response, doubling his efforts with his mouth. Slowly, without much warning, he slid one of his hands down, between Carlos' ass cheeks, and began massaging his tight hole. Carlos jolted, nearly managing to make Cecil gag.

Instead, Cecil moaned again, rubbing harder against the puckered skin, and moving his tongue and throat faster against Carlos' throbbing hard-on.

"Cecil!" Carlos cried out, gripping the counter so tightly his knuckles turned as white as his vision. "Cecil!"

Cecil whimpered, swallowing hard as Carlos came down his throat. He looked up to watch him, and felt a jolt almost like he would cum when he saw Carlos' twisted face. He looked as if he was going to fall apart and Cecil's chest swelled with pride.

Carlos legs were shaking badly. He could hardly hold himself up as Cecil continued working him, milking him. He gasped and panted, whimpering Cecil's name every other breath as he started to come down.

Finally, after a painfully sensitive moment, Cecil pulled away, licking his lips. Carlos growled lightly, biting his own lip as Cecil stood and leaned into him.

"Did that help?" Cecil asked, his voice slow and soothing in Carlos' ear.

Carlos blinked. "Did it help wha – oh. Oh, yeah." He blushed. He'd totally forgotten why he and Cecil were even in the kitchen at this hour.

Cecil chuckled, lifting Carlos slightly so he was sitting on the counter. Carlos leaned his head back, against the cupboards, and looked lovingly at Cecil.

"I love you," Carlos whispered.

"I love you too, perfect, beautiful Carlos," Cecil murmured, sliding between his legs and kissing him deeply.

Carlos wrapped himself around Cecil, his arms around Cecil's neck and his legs around his waist.

"Bedtime?" Cecil asked in Carlos' ear. Carlos nodded against Cecil's shoulder.

"Bedtime," he repeated as Cecil picked him up and carried him back to their bedroom.