"I don't really know. Not much I can do, I'm discredited in my field. Might as well explore less lawful options. I don't know." And he knew even less now, because suddenly Mick is all over him and it wasn't really the kind of action he could just ignore. Hartley had never been passive, not in any sense of the word, but this caught him off-guards and for a moment he could just stare.

Then he got over it enough to move his own hands under Mick's shirt, not really bothering to hide that he wanted to feel him. Wanted to know what it was like to touch him. "You're hot." No pun intended, but the whisper is accompanied by a smile anyway.