mostlyajerk | come out, come out, wherever you are

"Dope, huh?" Hartley snorted in amusement and leaned down, hand still in Cisco's hair so he could pull him into the deep kiss he so very richly deserved after this. He was already getting down on his knees, wishing this closet was a bit roomier and not really minding, because he felt the afterglow, he felt more things he didn't want to analyse and he was kissing someone who tasted of him. Nothing hotter, was there?

Pulling back Hartley moved one hand to Cisco's pants, undoing them as quickly as he could. "Next time we should really wait for lunch or something."

Would there be a next time? It only occurred to him after muttering that that there might not be and he looked at Cisco with almost morbid curiosity. "Will you want me again?"

"Errr, yeah?" Cisco watched as the hand went into his pants, swallowing hand, he'd never really been touched there by anyone but himself. Hell, he knew that area pretty intimately but this? Oh shit, it was a bit more than he expected getting. He moved so he was closer to Hartley, just watching to me close, even as they did this. Was that pathetic of him? He didn't even care. He just wanted to be with him.

He meant what he said last time, even if he was drunk. They were both lonely, they were both smart. They could have a connection so easily and yet they were always so scared.

"Can I have you again? Cause that'd just be so cool."

"Yeah. Yeah, you can have me again."

They might need to discuss this further when he was less turned on, same with Cisco, but for now he could dip his head down and have one hand on Cisco's chest, running his fingers along that while his other hand was playing with his balls. He knew what to do and he hadn't been lying, he liked it. He was good at it. And it probably wouldn't take long, all things considered.

"Good cause I know I kind of piss you off and you kind of piss me off but I think we could make this work, you know? Like-- not in a long term way. Unless you want it but if you don't, it's totally chill. I just want to -- I'm -- erm casual." Oh God, he was babbling and trying to have the talk while Hartley played with him balls and he legit had no idea if this was even a thing or a sex thing or if he was reading into it too much.

He save himself from being a bigger jackass, he clamped his mouth shut and focused on what Hartley's hand was doing. "I'm sorry, I'm super nervous."

"Shut up, Cisquito. Just enjoy." That said Hartley put his mouth to work, not that his hands were stopping. Unfortunately his mind was still thinking too and he couldn't help but read into it, at least try to. Did Cisco want him? How did Cisco want him? If Cisco wanted him for real, all of him, then what were they supposed to do at work? Caitlin and Ronnie were dating, but they weren't in the same department and just...

By the time Cisco moaned, pushed into his mouth, his thoughts finally quieted down and he focused. Focused on giving him the best first orgasm from someone else's hand - or mouth - he could get.

Cisco had never experienced an orgasm like this before, he whimpered and moaned, trying his best not to thrust into Hartley and accidentally choke him as he came, trying to pull away so he didn't come in his mouth and failing to move fast enough to prevent it, mostly he just jerked a little like an idiot. Hell, when the orgasm hit, he didn't care. He didn't take long to be by Hartley's side, basically in his arms, gripping onto the other. Was it love, lust or just such a mind blowing experience? He had no idea. He just knew he didn't want it over.

"... Do I buy you dinner now?" What? He wasn't sure! He had to ask. He wanted to ask. "I'm still kind of broke, student loans and all, I can buy you a burger. Then we can cuddle. Or we can cuddle before the burger, I don't think there's an order. Or we don't have to cuddle." Says the person basically clinging to Hartley in cuddle mode.

"You're cute." It was all Hartley could say to all of that, while he wrapped his arms around Cisco so he could hold him close. He started petting Cisco's hair again, an obsession he doubted would end any time soon and he finally chuckled, shaking his head. "You're hot too." Just so that was clear.

Now to address anything else. Somehow. One thing after the other. "You don't have to buy me anything. I buy my dinner, you yours. We both have student loans, don't we?" He looked at Cisco's face and smiled a little. "We can cuddle now, but we kind of, you know. We're still at work."

It did bear pointing out, he thought.

"Oh God. We're at work. We're at work and I'm already behind and you're going to end up yelling at me, even if I was just getting freak with you." Cisco was whining but hell, he was behind on his projects, paperwork and those stupid reports Hartley always wanted because he was an insane control freak. He buried his head in Hartley's shoulder and huffed slightly. "My head is so not in the game today."

And they still had a few hours of work and all he wanted to do was lie down and cuddle Hartley in this supply closet. How lame was that?

"Am I hot enough to skip the reports this week while I catch up on other things?"

"...are you asking me for favours, exploiting that we have something before we've even defined what that something is? You're lucky that you are hot and cute or I'd be throwing you out of the closet right now." Perhaps literally. Hartley rolled his eyes. "If I thought you were the cunning type, I'd just feel used."

Still smacked of it just a little bit, admittedly. In spite of that, he kept holding him, wishing that they weren't in the middle of a work day. "You weren't going to do the reports anyway, let's face it." There were more important things to consider. "Fuck. I'm your superior, I so shouldn't have let this happen."

"I just don't want to do them and I was hoping I was cute enough that you wouldn't care." Worth a shot. Cisco sighed and nuzzled against Hartley, aware it was a dick move but he had so much work and he was now behind because he fooled around so he was kind of hoping that'd give him some sort of slack. He was still post-orgasm after all.

"What?" Wait. Hang on. Did he already fuck it up before it was even a thing? Aww shit. Cisco pulled back with his eyes wide and began to panic, flailing a little as he did so. "Woah, woah, I'll do that reports! Oh man. Don't dump me over this. We only just started being the thing that we haven't decided is a thing or not and you want to ditch already? Dude, I'll do the work! All of it. I can be super motivated." And like that, Cisco made a move for the door to show how motivated he was.

Hartley switched to panicked Spanish when Cisco moved for the door, sitting up with wide eyes. "CHRIST! Cisco, pull your pants up! Jesus, you have a hot ass." Already distracted. He quickly pulled Cisco back down and against his chest, kissing his cheek and almost feeling like he was calming down an overly excited child. He had to be slow about this. Damn.

"Look, Cisco, I'll never not care about you not doing your work, but if I had to deal with it before this, I'll still deal with it after. But what you have to realise is that you work under me and you're already trying to exploit that and if anyone found us like this, I'd probably get fired. Not sure about you, but I could even face legal action."

"I forgot about the pants thing. Okay, that is my bad." Cisco stayed where he was, against Hartley's chest, knowing that he was definitely getting the talk and this was not going to end well. And hell, he got it, he did. He just hated it. "I didn't mean it seriously. I wouldn't actually do it. I was joking." God, he made one really stupid joke and now he was going to lose Hartley before he even had Hartley and work was going to be super awkward now.

"I get it. I guess we can't do this." He felt his stomach sink but he knew it was probably a bad idea from the get go. Dating his boss and all. "... If you ever lose your job or if I get my ass fired, I guess we could find a way but I get it. I don't want to get you fired."

"Or if you get promoted, Cisquito. No need to be so negative." Hartley smiled a little, holding Cisco close and slowly starting to play with his hair again. He wanted to be with him. He suddenly really wanted to and he hated himself for being sensible. "It's ridiculous, you know? I didn't even know you could ever want me like this and now it already hurt as if we're breaking up."

It was just testament to how lonely he felt in so many ways, he supposed. "I'm sorry. I'd love to give us a shot."

"It's okay, it's probably a good idea. I mean you're right, I can't even argue." He could but Hartley was being sensible and who was he to protest? Cisco sighed and let himself sinking into the hold for a good few more minutes until he moved. He had to move. If he didn't move now, he was never going to and this was going to get a lot harder.

He properly pulled up his pants, did up his belt and then smiled weakly. "I'll go out first, I'll go start on the updates in the pipeline, get them all sorted." Cisco shrugged his shoulders somewhat. "Thanks. For, erm, for everything."

"...thank you for thinking I'm something more than a dick and a cocksucker. I know nobody else does and I don't blame them. Still. Thank you. It's nice." Hartley sorted out his own pants and sat up, looking at him and realising that when Cisco left him alone in here, he might very well start crying. But he supposed that was just part of it all, so the hell with it. Might as well.

"I like you, Cisquito. You annoy me and I was very upset with you the other day, but I get it a bit more now. I... You should be yourself, you know? Not every guy out there is your boss."

"I know. I don't know, man. I don't think I'm feeling dating right now." Mostly because he felt like he almost had something awesome and fucked it up by making one joke about one favour. Perfect. Cisco Ramon, eternally fucking up his life all the damn time. "You're a good guy Hartley, you can find someone too. Just relax more around people, makes you cute as fuck."

With a sad smile, he opened the door and sighed. "This was fun." And depressing as hell now. He didn't look back as he walked out, pushing the door too. He didn't want to think about how hard this was.

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