mostlyajerk | come out, come out, wherever you are

"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.

"Just wait until tomorrow." Hartley sighed and paid the driver, who was grinning like an idiot, then he helped Cisco out of the car, keeping an arm around him. "I won't ban lollies. I'll just never look at you when you practice."

That said he started to walk toward the house Cisco seemed to recognise. "Where are your keys, genius?"

How could he even begin to fix this mess? Maybe he could give drunk Cisco a note for sober Cisco. "You're handsome too, Cisco. I always thought so."

"They're in my hoodie." He went to put his hand in his hoodie before realising it wasn't there and it was, instead, on Hartley. He moved closer and pulled his keys free from the pockets. Yes, if Hartley hadn't come with him, he would have been locked out regardless. He opened the door and stumbled inside, flicking on the switch. It wasn't much, just a small studio apartment that literally looked like there was no attempt at even making sense or order out of the stuff he had. And to say there were comics everywhere would be understand it.

Cisco staggered into the room and pulled Hartley in with him, moving them through a sea of big belly burger wrappers and balled up doodles from work. "You think I'm handsome? Aww, Hartley, you're the best. What a boss. Gonna get you a boss of the year mug."

"Oh yeah. All I've ever wanted." Hartley rolled his eyes and looked around the apartment, since even that was easier than focusing on this actual conversation. "Yeah. I think you're very handsome, actually. You're handsome, talented, funny and so damn friendly that everyone likes you. It's annoying."

As he spoke, Hartley moved them carefully across the floor and to the door he suspected was the bathroom. "Look, I should get going. You have to get cleaned up and then sleep. Please drink some more or you're going to be in even more pain tomorrow."

"That's a lot of effort and I'm really sleepy now." Cisco moved away from the bathroom door and towards the heap of clothes and books that was in fact his bed, crawling on top of it and just flopping down. He did, however, hold out his hand to Hartley. "Stay. We can cuddle. You should do that because we're both lonely and smart so we belong together." Yes, perfect drunk logic. "Maybe tomorrow morning I'll suck your cock." Brave and bold promises from a man on the verge of a terrible hangover.

"That's an awful idea," Hartley told him, even if the words touched on something inside him that made him want to cry and hold Cisco. He walked away from him and filled a glass with water - after rinsing it - then placed it on what he discovered was the night stand. "Here, Cisquito. Drink a little. I have to get going, yeah? You should probably call in sick to work tomorrow."

"You're good to me. You should always be good to me, you're usually just a dick. I don't like that Makes me be a dick and I don't want to be a dick." Cisco reached out with unease and grabbed the water, drinking some of it because Hartley asked so nicely, though most of it just spilled all over him. Drinking lying down was a deadly task. He set the glass back down and then nuzzled his pillow and what appeared to be a pair of jeans that sat on top of it. "We should be happy and nice and you should always take care of me. And I can take care of you." Seemed to make sense in his head right now. "Then world peace will be achieved."

"Yeah, sure. We're almost achieving world peace already." Hartley rolled his eyes and part of him almost wished that he could stay. It was silly, considering he could imagine how Cisco would react the next day. "I had a friend once who really liked to cuddle me, we slept in the same bed a couple of times. He kissed me sometimes. One time I kissed back and he kicked me out. So, I'll just see you when I see you. And we can see how much you'll want me to be good to you."

"I'm sorry. That's awful. I'd let you kiss me." Cisco confessed with a genuine look on his face, however genuine a drunken idiot could be. Cisco wriggled deeper under his blankets, things fall off the bed as he did, curled up into a deep little ball. "Good night, Hartley. Be safe. I'll see you soon. Thank you for being my badass brave hero and taking me home."

Edited 2016-06-20 15:55 (UTC)

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