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Cisco was drunk. Drunker that he probably should have been given his vision was a little blurred, he was over heating and he genuinely had no idea what was even going on. All he knew was that this was probably a mistake. It's all he thought all day every day but hell, he just wanted to be with someone and girls made him feel so uncomfortable, he thought guys would be the way to roll. It wasn't shocking that he liked them, he worked it out a long time ago, also denied it for a long time but he decided to be brave, give it a shot.

And here he was, drunk with guys all around him and he had no idea what he even wanted from them and suddenly someone was behind him, guiding his hips. The actual hell? Well, this is what he wanted, isn't it? To be with guys. Well, he had it.

Edited 2016-06-20 11:46 (UTC)

Great. Now he had Cisco Ramon's ass pressed against his crotch, practically had his hot, sweaty body leaning against him, moving in what he thought was dance movements and, man, he had to be drunk. Hartley felt some concern rise, the guy had to get hydrated, but it wasn't really his business. Even if he was his colleague and even if they were currently getting very intimate indeed.

Revenge, right? That was what Axel had told him this opportunity was all about. So Hartley dipped his head and pressed his lips against Cisco's neck, sucking some skin between his teeth and biting down gently before he simply kept licking, sucking, kissing. He wanted to leave his mark. Cocksucker. Yeah, right.

The guy who was dancing behind him was clearly getting hard, he could feel it slowly pressing against his ass and that was pretty weird, he fought against all his instincts to back away and run, mostly because he didn't think he really could run right now, he was five shots from running and he was trying his best to just do this. To do what he wanted and not get all in his head about it.

And God, there was a mouth against his neck and Cisco made a desperate whine and arched back into it, panting breathlessly in excitement. Oh holy shit, that felt amazing. He whimpered slightly as the teeth brushed the sensitive skin that had been sucked raw, his eyes closing as he enjoyed how it felt.

This was one of those times where it would really have been better to be more drunk himself, because the moment he heard Cisco's little whine and felt himself getting very ready to act on it, he also realised that he was nearing the point where, revenge or not, he was essentially just taking advantage of a very drunk guy in the closet who'd never let him near him if he was sober.

So Hartley pulled away, even though he kept his hand around Cisco's hip, just in case he needed to hold him up. "You should probably drink some water." He needed Axel, this situation was just getting worse and worse.

Oh no. He knew that voice.

He felt his stomach drop and honest to god, he could have been sick then and there. This wad bad. Oh God, this was so bad. This was like his mom catching him in here level bad. "... Hartley?" Cisco felt the room spin a little and stumbled, too afraid to pull away and actually look behind him because he was pretty sure he was going to die if he did. "Oh God. Wake up, wake up." He hit himself in the face to try and get his reasoning back. This had to be like a bad dream. He spoke in Spanish now, as if it make it more private. "Wake up, Cisco, you are not grinding with your boss in a gay club. Wake up and go pray for your fucking soul, idiot."

"Careful." Hartley steadied Cisco, actually finding himself looking for Axel now. Damn it, he needed support. And a solution. He heard Cisco lament in Spanish and shook his head. Of course, that sounded about right. "Come on, let me get you some water."

This was a nightmare, even if he could at least appreciate the irony. It made for pretty good revenge, admittedly, once he could get over the feeling of having taken advantage. But a few minutes of dancing and some neck sucking that Cisco had clearly enjoyed wasn't that bad, was it?

Axel would have helped but a guy wrapped his arms around him from the back and called him cute so frankly, Hartley was dead to him right now and all that mattered was the handsome guy he was grinding against. Unfortunately, Hartley was alone on this one. Cisco stumbled along and then broke away from Hartley, swaying on his feet and holding up his hands to signal that no, touching was not a thing they should do right now. Or, God, ever. What the fuck was even happening?

"I-I can go home. It's cool. It's all cool." Hartley was literally going to tell everyone now. Then they'd be call him fag. Great. He guessed he deserved this. "I'm going, boss. Sir. Bye." Cisco made a move for the door, colliding into a random guy who then proceeded to steady him and then begin hitting on him. Jesus, people were such vultures. Why did this never happen to him in clubs full of girls?

"He's not interested." Hartley sent the guy away, stepping up to Cisco to be able to steady him just in case. "I'll call you a cab, Cisco. You should really drink some water." Fun night out and what he'd gotten was hard because a guy who hated him and was deep in the closet had to happen to also be kind of cute. The same guy that had made fun of him and called him a cocksucker not long ago. These things didn't happen to other people, did they? With a sigh he brushed his hair back from his face. This so wasn't what he'd gotten dressed up for. "Do you want a cab?"

"I want a cab." Cisco admitted finally because he lived nowhere near here. Literally. He'd gone all the way from where he lived just to be here tonight and this is where it got him. He swayed and then drunkenly moved into Hartley, steadying himself against the and that steadying soon turned into Cisco basically being draped over him, head in his shoulder. "Don't tell anyone. Please? I'm not gay." He says after grinding with a guy and spending half his night in a gay bar. Yeah, yeah, he heard it. It was pretty dumb. "Ay dios mio, Cisco, you idiot." What? Someone was bound to say it, he may as well say it himself.

"I'd never out anyone. That's not my place." Hartley wrapped an arm around Cisco to better keep him steady, turning his head to the side so he could breathe something other than whatever insanely delicious shampoo Cisco used. "Although if you could work out some things with yourself, maybe you'd not have to get this drunk. Let's get you some water first, yeah?" He didn't want to risk Cisco passing out in some random cab, so he slowly led him to the bar and scored a fresh glass of water, holding it out to Cisco. "Did you at least eat something?"

Cisco took the water and sipped it as he basically sprawled against the bar in an effort to stay upright. "No, I was too nervous." He hadn't eaten since the morning and he did debate just skipping this whole mess and spending another night in the big belly burger across the street, glaring at the club and wishing he could have the courage to go in. Right now that seemed like a better plan. "This has been hella trippy." Cisco laughed to himself as he drank his water, unable to help himself. "I got carded coming in, I touched a guy's chest for no reason, some dude whispered in my ear about wanting to do weird bondage and fist me and then I grind with my boss... I'm pretty sure this is like a bad dream."

"My first time at a club was a nightmare. Really wasn't cut out for it." Hartley downed the shot he had gotten, since he clearly had some catching up to do. Hell, Cisco's neck was so clearly marked up that it was embarrassing. Hot, but embarrassing. He could only hope that it would fade a little. On the other hand, he couldn't really deny that Cisco deserved that. "You should probably grab a burger or fries before you head home. I'll get you a cab."

He wondered if he should really breach the topic. This guy had almost punched him for suggesting he might be less than straight a few hours ago. "Here I just wanted to relax after a terrible day at work."

"I can't eat, I'll puke." Cisco closed his eyes and leaned into the bar, muttering various things in Spanish, little of which made sense. Just things about his mom and grandkids and God and how nice one guys chest felt. Cisco lifted his head back up and ran his hand over his eyes, trying to clear his head up and get it back in the game. "Terrible day? My fault, right? -- I didn't do those reports. Shit. Too late to lie now too."

Oh God, he was in twice the amount of trouble. Not only did he skip but he skipped and got caught out by his boss. With a sigh, Cisco drank more of his water. "Eh. Wasn't gonna do them anyway. Gay club or not."

"There's a shocker. You could at least score, make it worth it." Hartley sighed and leaned against the bar, listening to Cisco and deciding that this wasn't the moment to reveal that he could understand him. "If it helps, I'm regretting going out today too. That's so not what I was planning on doing." Even Axel had found himself better company by now, which didn't really help his mood. Not that he'd really planned on taking Axel home, but Axel was his friend, maybe his best friend, he needed someone to vent to. Someone who liked him.

"I don't even know what this is, it's a total mess." Cisco just wished he could have picked somewhere he wouldn't have run into his boss. Could have just let that guy who kept feeling his ass take him home, fuck him and then he'd finally know if he was gay or not. Right? That was how it worked. He assumed. "I can't believe my boss gave me a hickey." He raised his hand to touch his neck, blushing slightly when he remembered the noise he'd made from those teeth against his neck. "I can't believe it turned me on that much."

"A lot of people have sensitive necks. It's nothing unusual." Hartley cleared his throat, but he couldn't help the grin. "It looks good on you, if that helps any." There was definitely some deep satisfaction he felt in spite of himself when he saw Cisco there with the hickey on his neck. He chuckled and shook his head, looking at him with a mix of amusement and still a little bit of embarrassment. He so hadn't planned on a situation like this, not ever. "You're still turned on, aren't you?"

What? It was a little funny.

"Oh shit, is it that bad?" He may as well have been branded with a giant 'got my neck sucked' tattoo because it literally stood right out, dark purple and blood shot with faint teeth outlines. Odds of it fading by tomorrow? Impossible. He was just going to have to try and keep his hair in place to cover it. "Shut up, I am not." He was, he clearly was. One look down and it was obvious to see he was semi hard and poking up a little from his tight trousers.

"You're such a dick."

"Oh, I am. And a cocksucker." Hartley said that last thing very loud intentionally, which got him quite a bit of attention. He high-fived the man closest to him and chuckled. "See? Not an insult in here."

He knew he should probably attempt to go easy on Cisco, but it was difficult, after what an ass he'd been to him today. An ass in that hurtful was that had nothing to do with being called a jerk or dick and everything to do with whispers behind his back and 'ur gay' sprayed on his locker. But on the other hand, Cisco was clearly troubled. So Hartley finally winked at him. "I'm still turned on too. Don't worry about it."

"I get it, I was a dick. Will you leave it alone?" Cisco huffed and sunk into his seat. He knew, it was a total dick move to do that to Hartley, to laugh at the others dumb jokes and call him a cocksucker when he made him stay behind to retune some equipment, all to earn a high five from some dick at work he didn't even like. He knew he was a bad person but he just wanted to fit in and God, Hartley really bugged him. He just wanted to hurt him.

"... You are?" Cisco looked up with a frown, unable to believe it. Was he being trolled? Was he still being punked? Not cool. "Dude, this is hella weird."

"It's a night at a gay club, I've been turned on since I got these way too tight pants on. Very much worth it though, I needed an ego boost and at least three guys have their eyes on my ass at any given moment in here, when they're not checking other parts out." Hartley figured he might as well drive his point home, so he lifted his arms into the air to stretch, going as far as to groan a little.

Yes, that got him attention. He was smirking when he looked at Cisco again, hands loosely folded behind his head. "Just having fun. Isn't that why you came here?"

Hartley was really hot, he wasn't shocked he had all of that attention. He was all handsome and strong, his muscles showing through that shirt and everything. Since when did Hartley have muscles like that? That was so not cool. Cisco knew he had no swag next to this guy, absolutely none. Not that he wanted any. He pulled his hoodie up a little and blinked, the alcohol was slowly making him feel a little dazed and he was mostly just trying to get his mind together.

"I came here to see if I was gay." May as well be honest. "It was -- inconclusive." Cisco dropped his head in his hands and groaned. "I guess I won't know until a dude fucks me or something."

Seriously? He was kidding, right? Hartley wondered if he could just tell him that no straight man had ever stared at him like that, but apparently not even that might be on the nose like that. "You could also be bisexual. Just throwing that out there. But either way, Cisquito, there's actually a fairly simple test, you don't have to drop your pants for it."

For a genius, Cisco could be remarkably dumb. He had realised that a long time ago. So it was no wonder that he just smiled at him now. Might be fun to play a little. He'd already sucked on his neck, so how much worse could it get?

"I don't know. I just know I probably shouldn't be here." He could imagine the kind of shit Dante would say and he doubted his mom would be cool with the idea of him partying down with a bunch of sweat gay dudes. Oh God, his dad would kill him. Cisco knew he was an adult now and what they thought didn't matter but it was easier to say that to himself than anything. After all, if that was true, he shouldn't be so upset over being the least favoured son either.

"There is? A test?" What the hell was he talking about? He kind of assumed you'd know when you'd fucked. "What is it?"

"Close your eyes." Hartley could see the doubt in said eyes, but then he stepped up to Cisco once the eyes were closed. He reached for his hand and moved it under his shirt. It was tight enough that he had to lift it up for that quite a bit, but either way it led to Cisco's hand against his bare chest. But that wasn't the only thing happening, since with his other hand Hartley combed Cisco's hair back from his face, fingers woven into the silken strands. "Your hair's beautiful."

He just whispered, but at this point they were too close for that to matter. "You feel I'm a guy. You know I'm a guy. You don't have to tell me, but if there's any part of you that would like a kiss right now, you're into guys."

Oh shit. Well. That definitely solved one problem and very much created another because now he was so hard, he was very aware it was obvious so he opened his eyes and subtly tried to hide his lap by moving his legs up a little, hoping to disguise it. "You like my hair? Thanks. I use a good conditioner." Yes, that was the thing he was commenting on. Well, he didn't know what else to say to the other thing so this seemed a lot easier.

He swallowed hard and fidgeted a little in his seat, unsure if he wanted to admit aloud that a part of him really wanted Hartley to kiss him and dude, that was so messed up, he really must be drunk. "I think I need a cab home now."

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