Hartley switched to panicked Spanish when Cisco moved for the door, sitting up with wide eyes. "CHRIST! Cisco, pull your pants up! Jesus, you have a hot ass." Already distracted. He quickly pulled Cisco back down and against his chest, kissing his cheek and almost feeling like he was calming down an overly excited child. He had to be slow about this. Damn.

"Look, Cisco, I'll never not care about you not doing your work, but if I had to deal with it before this, I'll still deal with it after. But what you have to realise is that you work under me and you're already trying to exploit that and if anyone found us like this, I'd probably get fired. Not sure about you, but I could even face legal action."