Cisco had never been this confused in his life, so much so that he didn't say anything, he just sort of stared and tried desperately to hide his lap because he was so hard and this was just so unfair and oh god. That kiss was perfect and he could still taste Hartley, still smell him, still feel the warmth of where his hands had been on his thigh.

He gulped and forced himself to come down from whatever weird lust high he was on, shooting Hartley a desperate look. Seriously? Turn him on then ditch him to his psycho bosses? Rude.

At least Hartley seemed to have achieved the impossible. For the first time since his kidnapping, without the aid of duct tape, Cisco was literally speechless.