mostlyajerk | come out, come out, wherever you are

"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."

"Of course." Hartley kept the smug smile back, because much as he felt like gloating, it seemed as if he'd just helped someone reach the pinnacle of their sexual identity crisis and that wasn't actually something to make fun of. Even if it felt gratifying. He pulled his phone out and asked for an Uber, then offered his arm out to Cisco as he got up. "Let's wait outside. I could use some fresh air too."

He couldn't wait to catch up with Axel, wherever he had gone. "It's not so bad. Being into guys. There are guys who aren't dicks. That's just me."

"I don't want to talk about it." Being into guys gave him plenty of draw backs. It made him a target and he didn't like that. All Cisco ever wanted was to just fit in, blend in and stay on the side that wouldn't get his ass kicked, he didn't want to be pulled into this mess like he was. What would his family say? And man, everyone would think they were right about him all along, all those bullies at school would be validated.

Maybe he could just find a girl that liked him and never talk about it ever again. That seemed like the best plan. "It doesn't really matter, it's just easier with girls." It wasn't, it was actually way harder.

"Depends on the girl and depends on what you're after. What is true is that it's difficult to find someone who'll actually want you and only you. At least in this scene." Hartley finally spotted Axel and smiled briefly when he saw him pressed up against some hot guy. Typical. As it should be, he supposed.

Hartley didn't really have dreams of finding his one true love, not any more. He headed out through the door, making sure Cisco was with him. He checked his phone, shrugging his shoulders. "If you like going to a club like this to dance, there's really no harm in it. Doesn't mean you can't still marry a nice lady."

Cisco followed Hartley's line of sight before he realised who he was talking to and oh god, it was him. The weird dude. "... He's your friend? He talked to me about bondage." Scary bondage and what he'd do to him and mostly, Cisco had ran but man, he had no idea he was one of Hartley's friends. Nor that Hartley clearly had friends.

"I doubt I'll come back here." Cisco shrugged a little before giving Hartley a look. "It's your hang, I'm not going to crash it and also, I don't really want to accidentally dance with you again."

"He's my ex. He wanted to spook you after we spotted you. It's his way of being protective." Hartley chuckled and shook his head. "Don't worry. Axel was just trying to scare you a little."

Not that he didn't also likely threaten with things he was into. Axel had very varied tastes. Hartley took a deep breath once they were outside, wrapping his arms around himself. Should not have given Axel his jacket. "Don't let this ruin everything. I don't come here often and I won't want to get revenge on you next time, so I likely won't mark up your neck just for the hell of it."

"You wanted revenge? I figured." So that's why he started dancing with him and sucked his neck? He wasn't shocked but man, good to know that's why he could ever get close to a dude like Hartley. Revenge. He shoved his hands in his pocket and then leaned against the wall so he could stay upright, still really foggy and unsure what he was doing. "I think I'll just avoid it. It's not really my scene and I don't even like being out that much."

He'd like it more if he had friends but he was still new at work and he hadn't really bonded properly yet enough to ask people to go drinking so mostly, he was all about being at home watching TV. "Should have stayed in and watched netflix. My neck would be way less embarrassing."

"I don't really like being out that much either. Usually I stay home and work. Axel drags me out sometimes and today I just needed to blow off some steam. Didn't really turn out that way." Hartley shrugged and bounced a little in place, trying to get warm. "Look, it was a dick move of me, I don't know why I did it. I just felt petty and then suddenly I was dancing with you and, honestly, I got a bit too into it. I like marking people up. You made that sound and, yeah. I couldn't stop."

"Yeah, well, I have worse things happen to me in a club. At least you got into it. Clearly I did too, I've never been more turned on." Cisco started to fumble with his hoodie, battle against it in a very uncoordinated way because it was a lot of effort to do this kind of thing when drunk but when it was finally off, he practically threw it at Hartley. It was meant to be a nice gesture but his limbs were too clumsy to pass so it was wiser to throw. He was boiling alive, too much alcohol. "You seem cold so just like wear that and stop bouncing." Cisco leaned against the wall as dizziness struck again and he closed his eyes, rising his hand to touch his face.

"...you're sweet." Hartley put on the hoodie, because it felt awkward to refuse now. He smiled, although now be was definitely concerned as he watched Cisco. Maybe he should ride in the cab with him, just to make sure he got home okay. "I did get into it. Forgot all about who you were. Just focused on how you tasted, felt and sounded."

His smell too. His hair really must be using the best conditioner ever. Hartley wrapped an arm around Cisco and held him up, just as the cab stopped near them. He walked them over and opened the door for Cisco, not even thinking before sliding in with him. "What's your address, Cisco?"

"Am not." Cisco disagreed because sweet people didn't call their bosses cocksuckers and sweet people fuck up as much as he did. Cisco crawled into the car awkwardly and dropped into it, leaning his head back and expecting to hear the door shut. When it did, he really didn't think Hartley would still be talking. He opened his eyes and -- why was Hartley sitting next to him still? "What?"

He blinked a few times before he rattled off an address. Not the best area or the best place but he only just got his job and he was slowly making money, he'd get a better apartment soon enough. "Why are you in the car with me? Your friend is in the club."

"Because you're about to pass out, so I have to make sure you get home." Hartley waited for the driver to get going and shrugged. "Besides, my plan was to find someone for tonight and I'm not in the mood any more, so there's really no point in sticking around. Just not my day, I guess. My friend has better things to worry about."

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