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"Oh yeah." It wasn't even a sexuality thing, it was just a word guys threw around at each other to be dicks. Cisco had been called them all. Fag, homo, queer, gay. Didn't mean that either of them meant anything. Didn't mean he was one either. They were just words. He got called dork, girl and wuss a lot and he was like ... two out of the three but that wasn't the point. Name calling wasn't self fulfilling.

Cisco stubbornly stayed glaring down at the project he was working on, fine tuning the project he was working on, screwdriver in hand, pretending it needed his entire focus.

"Dude, I didn't call you a fag, okay? Peters did. It wasn't me." He just laughed. And implied some stuff later. Okay, not much better but dude, he never said fag.

"Or cocksucker. I heard that too, do you like using that?" Seemed like a valid question. Cisco appeared to be among the most clueless people he'd ever had to deal with. "See, I'm not surprised you had people calling you a fag. Seems about right."

He was really just trying to get the expected rise out of him. The defensiveness. Nothing worse than the implication of being less than straight, he knew how it went.

"Look, if you've got such a problem with me, go to Doctor Wells." Cisco was sure he could argue better with him than like this. Yes, he may have called Hartley a cocksucker but he got caught up in the moment, all the other guys were talking about how Hartley had to have fucked his way into that position and Cisco was pissed! Hartley spend a good half an hour criticising everything he'd done that day, even the stuff he was proud of. And it was barely constructive, it was mostly 'you're a moron, do it again' so yeah, okay, he said something bad but he felt justified.

Cisco paused and looked up at Hartley, frowning at the way he threw that insult at him. God. If he could punch him in the face, he would have by now. "Screw you, I'm not gay! It's not right at all, it's just people being dicks. I'm not like you."

"Yeah, you're not like me. Doesn't matter whether you're gay, straight or anything else. The difference is that I at least know why insults are insulting. When you call me a fag or a cocksucker, I'm not insulted because I'm ashamed of being gay or sucking cock. I'm insulted because you idiots believe that's what I should be ashamed of." Hartley shook his head, looking at Cisco and his suddenly so very aggressive stance. "I'm arrogant. I'm rude. I'm a snob, I'm a perfectionist, I'm a thousand things that are actually bad traits and you focus on insulting my sexuality? You and your friends really need to work on not making yourself look worse than me."

"I never called you a fag. And they're not my friends." They were people he was working with on a project and new members of the 'we hate Hartley' club. The ever building, ever growing club. "Look, I'm busy, okay? I'm working on that project you insisted I redo so why don't you take this whole speech thing and go away. I don't need it, I get it. Homophobia is bad. Check. Still doesn't make me gay, still doesn't make you not a dick." And with that, Cisco looked back down, trying not to let himself get pulled into a proper argument. He knew he'd end up looking like a dick.

Edited 2016-06-20 10:05 (UTC)

"You haven't 'got it'. You are just really lucky that I happen to be a dick, because that makes it easier for you to pretend you're not homophobic." Hartley rolled his eyes and pushed away from the desk, pulling out his phone. He needed something today, something other than heteronormative bullshit dished out to him by severely incompetent people. He scoffed and finished a quick text, then put his phone away. Him and Axel had tried and failed at dating, but that didn't mean he wasn't just about the gayest company he could imagine for a night out.

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