Hartley Rathaway - Pied Piper (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mostlyajerk) wrote2016-06-20 11:28 am
mostlyajerk) wrote2016-06-20 11:28 am
come out, come out, wherever you are
Assorted Threads.
Not ever again, if I need another name.
We can have some of these things at least. Do you need me to bring dinner?
Have you ever seen pictures of the Starling City vigilante?
We can have some of these things at least. Do you need me to bring dinner?
Have you ever seen pictures of the Starling City vigilante?
What are you watching? What food do you want? Also, ask nicely, asshat.
I was thinking something more him, less Barry. No offence.
I was thinking something more him, less Barry. No offence.
Sure. Stop by Big Belly Burger and get one of their plentiful options for me. You're so lucky I'm dating you.
Green hood, yes. Apparently that somehow magically keeps identities safe now. But mostly I just want you to think it's hot.
Green hood, yes. Apparently that somehow magically keeps identities safe now. But mostly I just want you to think it's hot.
What are you getting? Don't get a salad, I want to share. I know you always get a veggie burger but does that mean you can have some of my burger or what? We can split fries so get two fries. I don't want any green things.
It is hot. Dumb though, like super impractical and bad for combat but we'd get hot sex out of it so I'm so game.
It is hot. Dumb though, like super impractical and bad for combat but we'd get hot sex out of it so I'm so game.
Your burger has meat in it, genius. But we can split fries. Let me get a salad, I promise, I won't make you eat any.
What do you think would be better for combat?
What do you think would be better for combat?
You were acting like you're allergic to it's presence, I had to use it to subdue you.
Barry is wearing a suit specifically made for speed. I'm not fast, just normal. Well. Faster than you.
I'll need something to hold my flute though.
Barry is wearing a suit specifically made for speed. I'm not fast, just normal. Well. Faster than you.
I'll need something to hold my flute though.
Salad is delicious. Did you ever try the rice noodle salad they have at the Thai restaurant?
Something like that. Although wearing it on a belt would probably cut into my movement. Maybe something on my thigh?
Something like that. Although wearing it on a belt would probably cut into my movement. Maybe something on my thigh?
Badly? Like you feeling as if you ate something healthy, yeah?
Of course you're making me the costume, I've zero costuming experience outside of Pride. I want to see the sketches. Almost home, by the way.
Of course you're making me the costume, I've zero costuming experience outside of Pride. I want to see the sketches. Almost home, by the way.
There is a lot of crunch! There are peppers and bean sprouts and carrots, it's all crunch.
...do you have sketches of my ass?
...do you have sketches of my ass?
There's chilli in it?
Also open the door, I'm here. With my actual ass.
Also open the door, I'm here. With my actual ass.
Yeah but there's also salad. I guess I can try it. But I also get something good in case it sucks.
But I don't want to mooooooove
Through the door, Hartley can actually hear Cisco whine very loudly and then slowly trudge to the door, opening it still wrapped in his blanket looking very pouty. "You need to remember your keys, asshole."
But I don't want to mooooooove
Through the door, Hartley can actually hear Cisco whine very loudly and then slowly trudge to the door, opening it still wrapped in his blanket looking very pouty. "You need to remember your keys, asshole."
Hartley rolled his eyes and walked in, carrying two Big Belly Burger Bags and leaning forward to kiss Cisco. Then he put the bags down so he could get his arms around Cisco and under the blanket, warming himself against him. "I brought you food, you have to be nice."
"I had to move. Do you have any idea how hard that is?" He started to drag Hartley over to the couch and then yanked the other down on top of him. The food and sketches were still accessible from the coffee table. "There's the drawing of your ass." His hands went up and he idly felt the real thing himself, amusing that he could even do this with someone so handsome and awesome. "I think I got a good representation of it."
"I like that I ask you to design my costume and all you do is draw my ass from three different angles. I feel like I have an idea of why you're into superheroes." Hartley rolled his eyes, but he happily shifted on top of Cisco and reached for the sketches, taking a closer look at them. "Seems like you got it well. I had a couple guys tell me that my ass is my best feature, what do you think?"
"Your smile." Cisco said without hesitating because he'd thought about this a lot and that was what he considered it was. He never really saw Hartley smile before. Glare, frown, smirk, all that but never a real smile. When he first saw one, it melted his heart. "Then your eyes then your ass. I ranked it, I'm always right, people can fight me over this but I know what I'm talking about." With a grin, he pulled out his favourite sketch and held it out for Hartley. "I want to make something like this."
"...you're too cute. That's how you get away with shit." Hartley leaned in and kissed Cisco's cheek, smiling against it now. So much had changed, but so much had also improved. He no longer felt the crushing loneliness inside him. Not as bitter, not broken. No wonder he smiled so much, when he was lucky enough to be with someone who loved his smile more than anything. And his eyes, for that matter. "In case you're wondering, it's your lips, your eyes, your hair and your body. All of it. Your skin too. I can't even rank it."
He might be a bit too into him. Luckily he had a sketch to focus on. "Oh, that looks nice. You do have an eye for this. I still need to figure out how exactly to do this. Can't run like Barry can."
He might be a bit too into him. Luckily he had a sketch to focus on. "Oh, that looks nice. You do have an eye for this. I still need to figure out how exactly to do this. Can't run like Barry can."
"Really? You're so good to me, all this flattery will literally get you everywhere." Hey, he wasn't holding back, he had twenty five lonely years of no sex and he had his first orgasm eight months ago so it wasn't going to be downhill from there, he wanted more and more and all of them with Hartley. He reached for his food bag and pulled out a handful of fries as Hartley studied his design.
"Train up with stamina. And no, that isn't a pick up line. Arrow isn't fast either so you just have to be on your feet and good at moving."
"Train up with stamina. And no, that isn't a pick up line. Arrow isn't fast either so you just have to be on your feet and good at moving."
"I know I have to train up, but I don't know how Arrow moves so fast. I'm not exactly a ninja. Just yet." Hartley grinned and stole a fry, then raised his eyebrows as he looked at Cisco. "Although I have discovered that I can do this."
That said he hummed until he found the right tune and he watched Cisco, knowing that even though he'd know he was here, he should suddenly not be able to detect him. It was a pretty neat trick, as far as potential ninjahood was concerned.
That said he hummed until he found the right tune and he watched Cisco, knowing that even though he'd know he was here, he should suddenly not be able to detect him. It was a pretty neat trick, as far as potential ninjahood was concerned.
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