"Dope, huh?" Hartley snorted in amusement and leaned down, hand still in Cisco's hair so he could pull him into the deep kiss he so very richly deserved after this. He was already getting down on his knees, wishing this closet was a bit roomier and not really minding, because he felt the afterglow, he felt more things he didn't want to analyse and he was kissing someone who tasted of him. Nothing hotter, was there?

Pulling back Hartley moved one hand to Cisco's pants, undoing them as quickly as he could. "Next time we should really wait for lunch or something."

Would there be a next time? It only occurred to him after muttering that that there might not be and he looked at Cisco with almost morbid curiosity. "Will you want me again?"