Hartley didn't even bother to read the paper. Instead he just folded it slowly, eyes never leaving Cisco's mouth. He slipped the paper into his pocket, pressing his lips together and doing all he could to pretend to be a lot more calm and collected than he actually was right now. What a damn tease. Straight? Yeah, right.

He nodded toward the door, just moving his lips and mouthing 'five minutes'. That said he walked off and headed for the nearest storage closet, keeping the door ajar and leaning against the wall. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this needy. Teenage years, probably.