"Shut up, you kissed my neck! You made me all hot and bothered and it's weird now. I was doing fine being bored and alone and now I'm really turned on and it's your fault." Cisco huffed and put the spininess of the computer chair to use, very slowly managing to swivel it around so he could face elsewhere because he was blushing furiously, annoyingly hard and this was just so embarrassing, he had no words. And at the same time, fuck embarrassment, he just wanted Hartley to touch him again. What a mess. "Just don't even talk to me, bro. You're messing with my head."