"...are you asking me for favours, exploiting that we have something before we've even defined what that something is? You're lucky that you are hot and cute or I'd be throwing you out of the closet right now." Perhaps literally. Hartley rolled his eyes. "If I thought you were the cunning type, I'd just feel used."

Still smacked of it just a little bit, admittedly. In spite of that, he kept holding him, wishing that they weren't in the middle of a work day. "You weren't going to do the reports anyway, let's face it." There were more important things to consider. "Fuck. I'm your superior, I so shouldn't have let this happen."