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It hadn’t happened in such a long time. He couldn’t remember quite how long. About a year maybe? It hade happened less and less since he’d met Carlos. It most only occurred when he was stressed, sick, or had simply had too much to drink and skipped using the bathroom. But with tonight being the first time he was going to stay at Carlos’ house, his worries were amplified. He vividly remembered wetting the bed as a child, receiving endless torment from his brother, and not being able to go to sleep overs, out of the fear he would forget to use the bathroom and wake up in a puddle. He used to wet almost every night, through his childhood and well into his teenage years. Now, in his adult life it rarely occurred anymore, but that didn’t entirely quell his fear.
He packed his bag for Carlos’ house and hesitated over bringing another pair of underwear and pajamas, but came to the conclusion that that was somewhat setting himself up for his fears to come true. Deciding to pass on the extra clothes, his bag was packed and he was ready to go to Carlos’.
He was nearly jumping out of his skin from the excitement of seeing his beloved, wonderful, beautiful Carlos. His fingers shook out of delight and sped across town, so fast that a he probably should’ve received a large fine for his speed. He guessed the sheriff’s secret police understood that he had a good reason and allowed it.
When he got to his favorite scientist’s place he was opening the door for him just as he pulled into the driveway. He’s SUCH a gentleman! Thought Cecil, practically swooning. Carlos pulled him into a tight hug and gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead when he got to the front door.
“Mmmm… Carlos you’re so warm. Please don’t move,” It actually got pretty cold at night for a desert, and Cecil had come (somewhat intentionally) unprepared, so a sufficient amount of cuddles were in order for tonight. Carlos popped in Legally Blonde, a movie they’d watched 1,000 times, but still continued to be Cecil’s favorite, into the DVD player. He gathered an ample amount of blankets from the hall closet and sat down on the couch, to curl up with his favorite blonde radio host.
Halfway through the movie, Cecil was already fast asleep and tucked snuggly into Carlos. Carlos smiled as he admired how cute his Cecil was when he slept and allowed himself to drift off as well. They slept through the rest of the movie with hands intertwined and bodies wrapped together in a blanket.
Cecil awoke just as the credits started to roll and gave a pleased sigh and tried not to wake Carlos as he kissed him gently on the head. He shifted his legs and felt something wet and sticky all over his legs. Oh god no. Please no. Pinched himself to see if he was dreaming then tried to convince himself that it was just the second worst nightmare he’d ever had. His breathe came quicker and quicker as tears rose to his eyes. He couldn’t let Carlos find out. He was gross and awful and Carlos was so perfect and lovely.
He tried to scramble to his feet, got tangled in a blanket, and fell off the couch and onto the floor. Embarrassed, he involuntarily let out a whining sob and woke his Carlos.
“Baby?” Carlos said, groggily, “What happened? What are you doing on the floor, silly?” He chuckled and put a hand out to Cecil, who refused with a moan and a pitiful shake of his head.
“Aww hun. What’s wrong?” Carlos inquired, now concerned and swinging his legs onto the floor to lean forward to Cecil. “What the… I’m all… wet?”
Cecil bowed his head to try to hide the fact that he was now in tears and a complete mess. He’d gotten Carlos wet, himself wet, the couch wet, and the blanket wet. He was disgusting and disgraceful.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Carlos tried to coax him onto the couch again, but Cecil couldn’t move and couldn't answer him. He was a grown man, not a little two year old. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He hugged his legs to himself and let out another heart wrenching sob.
“I didn’t mean to,” Cecil’s voice cracked and wavered as he spoke.
“I know you didn’t, my love. Now come with me and we can get cleaned up,” Carlos offered his hand to help Cecil up, but he still sat there, frozen. Carlos sighed and boosted Cecil back onto his feet, he was significantly lighter than Carlos would have predicted. The scientist nuzzled Cecil’s cheek with his nose and kissed him sweetly. He led his damp boyfriend to the bathroom by his tiny waist, then kissed him and whispered, “Don’t worry about it, darling. I’ll clean you up and we can wash your clothes so they’ll be nice and clean for you.”
Cecil could smell the urine on himself and Carlos and thought that Carlos could, too. He was so awful and wretched and didn’t deserve perfect Carlos.
They successfully made it to the bathroom and Cecil only had to be persuaded to continue walking twice. The whole way there Carlos tried in vain to convince Cecil that it was fine and he was not angry or upset or disappointed with him. Carlos turned on the shower, making sure it was warm but not hot. He stripped, throwing his wet clothes on the floor, and stood in front of Cecil waiting for him to follow suit. He realized it would be harder than expected when Cecil continued to stand in front of him, motionless, with silent tears still streaming down his face. He sighed and got to work manually undressing Cecil and guiding him into the shower.
Carlos rubbed light circles soothingly into Cecil’s back and he laid his head on Carlos’ strong shoulder and felt the warm water wash over his body. Carlos grabbed the wash cloth he had draped over the faucet and lathered some of the soap Cecil loved the smell of all over it.
“Do you want me to… uhh… or do you want to…?” Inquired Carlos, gesturing back and forth toward the soap in his hand and Cecil’s body.
“You.”
And with that Carlos kneeled and started to quietly scrub Cecil, paying extra attention and carefulness to his thighs and backside. He kissed Cecil all over and when he stood back up is boyfriend adoringly returned the favor. Carlos quickly washed himself up under no means paying as close attention as he did to Cecil, then reached to turn the water off and grab him and Cecil a towel. He handed Cecil a fluffy white towel and popped both their clothes into the washer, on the way to his bedroom.
They dried off and got dressed without a word and Cecil still couldn’t meet Carlos’ eyes without his own threatening to spill over with tears. Carlos climbed into bed and patted the space next to him with a warm, welcoming smile, inviting Cecil to lie down next to him. Cecil followed his lead with a sheepish grin.
“Hey, beautiful,” Carlos said after a few beats of silence and kissed his boyfriend’s moist hair. Cecil just looked down and blushed in response.
“You really still want me to stay with you tonight? After that?”
“Of course. I’d want you with me no matter what, Cecil. You’re always perfect to me. If it happens again we can clean you up again. So I never want you to be worried about me not wanting you because of something as silly as that, okay?”
Cecil nodded and cuddled into his boyfriend's side, as they pulled the covers onto of themselves and drifted off to sleep holding each other.