mostlyajerk | come out, come out, wherever you are

"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."

"I'm sorry I blew your chances at getting hot sex with some buff dude." Cisco apologised as he slumped drunkenly into Hartley and basically cuddled up to him as much as he could with the seatbelt on. Okay, so he was a touchy-feely for a drunk, wasn't really his fault. He closed his eyes and rested his chin on Hartley's shoulder. "I will do like all the reports tomorrow to make this right even if they're dumb, stupid and Wells told me I didn't have to do them."

"Thanks. That's all I need out of life." Of course Wells would work against him behind his back. Still, Hartley wrapped an arm around Cisco and looked out the window. It was nice. He hadn't really had anyone cuddle up to him quite like this since Axel and him had been dating, if it could be called that. They had different ideas about love, simply put. Hartley smiled a little. "Who says it'd have been a buff dude. Maybe I'm into nerdy, short guys."

"Cause you can pull high tier dudes, man. Why settle for those who aren't? Seems hella dumb to me." With a content sigh, he nuzzled accidentally against his neck in a effort to get comfortable, one hand clinging to his own hoodie that Hartley was currently rocking. As he spoke, his lips move against Hartley's neck unintentionally. "Always aim high, that's what handsome guys do. And pretty girls. That's why I never get any, I got no game and I'm not exactly a high quality sort of level, you know? It's cool though, I'm good. I accepted that."

"No. You're just an idiot. Come on, there are no tiers or level or anything like that. That's just dumb people being assholes. You're pretty hot, you could have pulled plenty tonight." If he didn't stop moving his mouth against his neck like that, he was going to pull tonight. Hartley held on to his focus, glad that he was still comparatively sober. Better hold on to that. "Besides, people are into different types. But I gather you like your guys really buff, huh?"

"I don't know. I think so? I just guess this whole thing started when I saw the Cap film and realised I'm way into superheroes. Like a little too much. It's nice when they're all strong and badass, you know? But that's not what I'm looking for." Cisco was so drunk at this point, he honestly didn't care if he talked dating with his boss and rival like this. Maybe tomorrow, if he even remembered it. Right now? He just kept babbling. Right against Hartley's neck, those wet lips moving against his sensitive skin. "I just want someone who likes me. You know? Someone who thinks I'm clever. No one ever thought I was that clever, not until Wells. I just want someone who thinks I matter."

Cisco did laugh, however, though it was more like a giggle at this point. "The fact they're strong and handsome is just like a bonus, you know? Help me live out my Cap fantasies."

Hartley swallowed, wishing he could pull away without drawing attention to how hard he was getting. Fuck, he just wanted to jerk off, he'd been hard since dancing with Cisco and this was definitely just making it worse. "I don't think you'll have that much trouble finding someone who'll think you're clever. You're an idiot, but you're still a genius. You're the smartest guy at the lab." Bar him and Wells, obviously, though that went without saying.

He rolled his eyes at the giggle. "I was never that much into Cap, but I guess I can see where you would be. You like that kind of clean-cut look." An old favourite. So did Axel, come to think of it. Pretty Piper, that's how it went.

"I like heroes. It's a thing. I can't help it, they're just so cool." Cisco laughed and wriggled closer until he was basically plastered against him, his tongue moving out to lick his own lips and accidentally licking Hartley's neck. He laughed as he did it and then moved in without thinking, licking his neck. "You taste salty." That, of course, brought on more amusement as he grinned and leaned in again, face buried in his neck.

"I'm still really hard, are you still hard? I thought you were going to kiss me when I closed my eyes before and you called my hair beautiful. I was so into it. I'm still so into it." What? He clearly had no filter right now, he couldn't help what he was saying. "You're really, really handsome, I don't think that's my fault."

"I just got out of a sweaty club, of course I taste salty." Good. That was happening. Hartley rolled his eyes and tried to think of literally anything else but how close Cisco was. How he was talking about wanting him in a very adorable way. Still, he found himself petting his hair. What, he couldn't resist everything. "I wouldn't kiss anyone as drunk as you're right now. You'd probably want to call the cops on me tomorrow." Not really something he fancied. "Much as I like playing with handcuffs, that's not a good consequence to a night out.

Hartley took another steadying breath that didn't help at all and chuckled. "I'm not that handsome, Cisco, you're just really horny. You don't like me, just keep that in mind. Even if I am..." Fine, he couldn't resist. Turning his head he lowered his voice. "...an excellent cocksucker."

"Handcuffs? Like... getting all kinky? Sounds fun. I never tried that. Though I never tried sex so I don't know why I'm even acting like it was ever on the table." Oh yeah, he was definitely oversharing like hell now but he brought it on himself. He moaned a little at the pets and nuzzled back against Hartley's hand, enjoying the feel. "I think you're handsome. I always did. Then you were mean and you made me feel bad and I wanted to make you feel bad too." Like a mature and sensible adult. No talking and settling things, oh no, Hartley was mean when they first met, it was time to go to war over it.

With a deep sigh, his head slid a little lower so it was on his collarbone, looking down at Hartley's crotch. And then a dumb laugh came out, high-pitched and stupid. "I bet I suck cock better than you could. I like using my mouth and I practise on lollies a lot. Lemme try some time." Yes, this was really happening.

"...I'm banning lollies from the workplace. Also, sure, you can suck my cock. Soon as you're sober and still want it." How was he ever supposed to face Cisco again? He hoped he wouldn't be able to remember any of this, because this was just getting worse and worse. "I'm glad you think I'm handsome, but that's not saying much, as far as redeeming features go. Damn. Please, Cisco, don't remember any of this tomorrow. I already regret everything."

He needed a cold shower. Quickly. "We're almost by your place. Do you think you can make it up to your apartment by yourself?"

"Don't ban lollies! I love lollies! Come on dude, don't do that because I want to suck your cock. I can leave your cock alone if I can keep my candy." Yes, the uber driver was definitely getting a hell of a conversation to listen into right now. Cisco pouted and pulled back a little so he could look at Hartley, his eyes kind of glazed off and fuzzy. "I regret nothing." He grinned playfully and then sort of struggled to get himself upright and off Hartley, one hand still tangled in his clothes.

"Yes, yeah, sure. I got this." Hopefully. If not he could nap on the stairwell. Not the first time he'd done it.

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