mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

"Pft. Relax, I could have said that you could suck me off instead. Anyway, you're kind of sitting in my chair, so getting lost is difficult." Not that it would be that difficult. On the other hand, he could also grab him by the shoulder and turn him around, taking a closer look at the rope-work. No, Cisco wasn't going anywhere. He whistled and kept turning him until he was facing him again. "No wonder you're not struggling much."

He let go of him and walked up to his desk, leaning against it as he picked up the flute that was his own latest project. "I had a boyfriend once who was really into it. Bondage, I mean. He was kind of a jerk other than that, but I did pick up some useful skills."

"I had plans today, you know? I wanted to do things. It's a saturday! And instead I'm stuck on a chair with like the world's most complicated knots." There was no way Cisco would escape, the ropes were so well tied, so expertly done and Cisco was too much of a novice at escaping that he'd probably just end up hurting himself trying to get out. It was so tight, he could barely move but apparently he was being so annoying, it was about time he sat still and quietly. And that's what Cold made him do.

"... Can't you let me out?" It seemed like a fair question, given last time they were together, he did kind of do a favour for Hartley. "Just say I'm super good at escaping and broke myself out?"

"I'm not lying to Cold. I don't want to spend a night in bondage without pay-off, that's really unsatisfying." Hartley crossed his legs and moved his fingers to test whether the flute's various bits and pieces were all working. He frowned and picked up one of his tools, using it to tighten a hidden screw. "Besides, you don't exactly look like an escape artist."

He looked up and grinned at Cisco. He couldn't really help it. "Come on. Isn't this more exciting than your usual Saturday night? I'll take a few pictures, you look cute like this."

"It's not really a fun night, a fun night is working on my tech and cheap drinks." Cisco watched Hartley doing whatever the hell he was doing, squirming a little in the chair and trying to get something loose so he could move his arms a little. They were starting to cramp already and he wasn't overly enjoying it. He tilted his head to the side and frowned, watching what Hartley was doing. "Use the other screwdriver for the screw, a smaller one has better aim and will probably tighten more, it'll come loose less. Use the one by your elbow. I know, I know, you're using the right one now but trust me, that one is better."

May as well throw in some input. He stopped wriggling when Hartley grinned at him, looking at him and oh, god no, he was blushing. Great. Wait to work against him, body. "I don't look cute. I'm tied to a chair, what's cute about that?"

The advice just had him roll his eyes, but he might have followed it. He went so far as to put the tool down, but what Cisco asked next drew his attention and he couldn't help but smile, especially as he also noted the blush. Yes, definitely cute.

"It's a perspective thing. From my point of view, there's a helpless, trapped hero sidekick who I could do with whatever I wanted and if I felt that way inclined, I could even make sure that you couldn't scream." Hartley set the flute down and pushed away from the desk, walking toward Cisco. He put a hand down on his chest and smiled down at him, sweet enough with that devilish edge to it. "It's a very cute look on you, Cisquito."

"Nu-uh, that would have way more sway if you were able to do anything but like you said, you can't. I belong to Cold... wait, no I don't, not in that way but you know what I mean!" Cisco huffed and took a deep breath, feeling himself getting slowly more flustered. This wasn't going well. "I just mean, you know, you can't really do anything cause I'm like his hostage, not yours. So you have to play nice."

And also, while he was picking at threads. "And I'm not a sidekick. I'm like back up. I'm not like Kid Flash, I'm my own thing that collabs with his own thing." Just so they were clear. Cisco bit his lower lip and looked up at Hartley, tilting his head back. Yeah, no, looking at Hartley was probably a mistake. Man, that smile. "I don't look cute."

Hartley wasn't backing out now, hell no. Not a chance. Instead he leaned down and ran his fingers through Cisco's hair, gentle at first and then suddenly tightening his grip, forcing his head back. He caught his eyes and chuckled, using his free hand to trace a line down his throat. "You look adorable."

That said he leaned in closer, until his face was hovering just inches above Cisco's. Really, it was a simple experiment. He wanted to see the straight boy's reaction. "I don't know what you mean, Cisquito. There are ways of making you scream that would still be me playing very, very nice."

Cisco would like to argue that the noise that came out of his throat was a whimper of horror and not anything else and the fact that he was breathless was totally fear and that was also why his pupils had dilated. He swallowed hard, looking at Hartley, unable not to from the grip on his hair and the words in his mouth were too stuck for him to say anything so he just watched.

He mumbled something that should have been words but just sort of came out as a mess of letters that frankly sounded alien. Shit. This was not going well. It took a few tries, but finally he had words. "What?" Okay. Word.

Hartley's eyebrows went up and his smile could only widen. "You actually are, aren't you? You really are into this." How could he help chuckling at that? But, more importantly, it also meant that he could lean down and press his lips against Cisco's neck without feeling too awkward about it. Instead he could kiss him first, then suck on his skin gently. There were no rules against love-marks on hostages, as far as he knew. It certainly didn't seem as if Cisco's objections would be all that heartfelt.

He pulled back slowly, whispering right into Cisco's ear, after gently nipping his earlobe. "Gives you something to dream of tonight."

"Dude, don't!" Too late. It was happening. It was happening and it felt so good and he was pretty sure he was hard now. This was awful. This was just the most embarrassing thing to happen to him including being locked in the dark and crying like a child in front of Hartley. He made a sort of strange whine as he felt teeth scrap his neck and arched a little, swallowing hard. This was not good. This was so not good.

"... Everyone is going to see I have a hickey. You just marked me. Dude, that is so not cool." And also the hottest thing ever.

"They're going to see that you're mine." Oh, he was getting into it now. Because he could see that Cisco loved this. He wasn't exactly very good at hiding it. He didn't need to grab his crotch - since that would be crossing a line - but he knew that he was hard. Hartley even felt himself enjoying this more than he probably should as well. "Oh, Cisquito, if I'd known what was the key to subduing you, we could have been doing this a long time ago."

"I'm not yours, screw you! I don't belong to anyone." Cisco huffed and tried to struggle back but it didn't really work given what a good job Snart did, all it did was move him back a little as Cisco looked at Hartley, clearly wary and his pride was definitely starting to kick in, regardless of how hot this was. Regardless of how much he wanted Hartley to grab his hair and make him submit... God, he was a mess. "I'm going to kick your ass so hard when I get free."

"Come on, Cisquito. Relax. You know I'm just playing." Hartley rolled his eyes, but he did let go of his hair. Frankly, the small measure of actual reluctance Cisco brought into this was a definite turn-off and warning bell and if he wasn't so very sure about him being into this too, he might have felt guilty about still being hard himself. He cleared his throat and took a step back, adjusting his glasses. "I can't let you out, but you know Cold doesn't really want to harm you. You'll be fine."

"If he didn't want to harm me, he wouldn't have tied me so tight. And his dog kicked me." Of course Leonard did yell at Mick as soon as he did but it was still something he was going to pout over. Much like how he was pouting over Hartley moving away because now he was hard, marked and desperate and getting nowhere. This was the most awkwardly into something he'd been in a long time. "I can't make what he wants me to make and he said he won't let me go until I do."

"Oh, please. He's just good at bondage, that's why he tied you tight. And Mick kicks everyone." That definitely wasn't an exaggeration. Hartley looked at Cisco with a frown for a moment, then he laughed. "You're pouting, aren't you? I should definitely have waited with my sucking you off joke, I feel it would have had a lot more impact now." That said Hartley lowered his eyes, still very much on Cisco, just further south. He parted his lips, licking the lower one as he couldn't help but smirk again.

"Funnier now."

"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."

"I'm messing with a lot more than just your head, from the looks of it. You like me a lot for a straight guy." Hartley couldn't help the teasing, not that he wanted to. He chuckled and watched Cisco, then decided to slowly walk with him, so he could keep looking at him. "See, you're still cute now, Cisquito. But with all that frustrated anger and that barely contained lust?"

Clearly he had no interest in taking this easy now, so he stepped closer again, finally crouching down so he could be the one looking up at him. "Suddenly you're hot as well."

"Yeah, well, you hit on me first so I guess you're the one to blame if I'm into it." And if he was apparently no longer straight. Oh man, this was just the worst. His pants felt tight, his insides were churning excitedly and he felt a frustrating level of desperation and frustration that mixed into a weird mess of desire. All he wanted right now was for Hartley to touch him and all his pride wanted him to do was man up and back off. Easier said than done.

He looked down at Hartley and it was obvious just by the look on his face how much he wanted this, how much he wanted Hartley. And how much it drove him insane to want him too. "You think I'm hot?"

Hartley nodded slowly and, daring himself, he ended up with his arms folded on Cisco's thighs, chin propped up on them so he could look up at him with that same cocky grin that Cisco normally very much despised. He wasn't wearing it on purpose, it just so happened to come natural in their current position. He switched the language to Spanish seamlessly, also something that felt natural. "I don't normally think so. Adorable, infuriating, sometimes beautiful. But hot? Not so much. Right now though? Right now you're very hot, Cisquito."

"Don't call me that." Cisco whined slightly and yes, it was an actual whine because Hartley was so close and he knew it was all in his head but he could practically feel him breath on him. He fidgeted and shifted, trying to get more comfortable, trying to move his pants a little to disguise just how hard he was right now. Switching to Spanish, Cisco hesitated for a moment before he finally decided to just speak, his voice giving away his lust. "You're such a dick. I want to hit you so much right now." As much as he wanted him actually. This was such a fucking mess, dude. This was not good

"I think there are a couple of things you want at least as much." That said Hartley leaned forward, finally just pushing himself up on his hands, which rested on Cisco's thighs, and he kissed him. It was a soft kiss, especially considering the tone their conversation had taken. Who knew what might have happened next, because just as he deepened the kiss, the door opened and Hartley hastily got up, quickly returning to his desk.

Len and Mick were walking down the stairs, acknowledging Hartley's presence with a nod. Leonard ended up in front of Cisco, frowning. "You took the tape off? How could you stand that?"

"He's not so bad. Kind of sweet."

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.

"...what did you do to him, Piper?"

Hartley shrugged, glancing at Cisco and that desperate look did kind of get to him in multiple ways. "We were just talking. You know he can't build you what you want, don't you?"

"Like you can't build weapons."

There was a sly smile, but Hartley just chuckled. "Oh, I told you. I can build all sorts of things, I just don't want you. But what you're asking for is impossible."

"Is that true, Ramon?" Leonard turned his head to look at Cisco, taking a step closer. "Or maybe someone's just protective of you."

"I-I erm." Yep. Going well. Cisco could barely focus and all he could think about was how hard he was and how close Leonard was getting and those two things clashed. Not because he didn't think Leonard was handsome, the dude was like model hot but he was also terrifying and glaring at him. He swallowed hard and kicked his legs so the chair gently rolled away from Leonard because he didn't want him that close. "Yes?"

That would have been more convincing if it came out more with conviction and less like a question he seemed to be asking Hartley, like he wasn't sure how he was supposed to bluff.

"Totally not possible. Yeah. That's right."

"Right." Leonard moved forward and pointed out the mark on Cisco's neck, then turned to look at Hartley. "Did you have fun?"

"Plenty." Hartley decided not to bother denying it. Instead he had to rethink his strategy here, because apparently Cisco was worse than useless. "He won't be building you any weapons. Clear enough, isn't it?"

"And why's that?"

Of course that was the moment Mick also chose to come closer, just as Len's tone shifted a little. But Hartley didn't show any signs of intimidation, instead he just picked up his flute, seemingly idly turning it in his hand. "He's my boyfriend."

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