"But you don't work under me now, Cisquito. You just fail to work against me." Hartley chuckled and finally kissed Cisco, before he could protest this. He was already sliding one hand under his shirt, the other going lower still, cupping him through his boxers. Nice. Very nice, very hard, very ready. He loved it. It felt good to be wanted like this, it was addictive. No wonder he had made his way here in the middle of the night.

Hartley pulled back without warning and stood up, looking down at Cisco. "Strip."