mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

"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."

"... What?!" Cisco's voice was a whole note higher as he stared at Hartley in confusion, his eyes wide because what was even happening. This was the weirdest day of his life and he was stuck tied to a chair during it. Cisco twitched a little as he stared at Hartley, his mouth gaping a little. "Wait, when? What? How? No. What?"

Okay, deep breath. He was definitely taking one of those.

"We're dating?" Cisco had no idea if this was a thing that he was supposed to be lying about or not but he could have at least hinted or suggested he was doing another play, maybe made some eye contact instead of looking at his flute and confusing the hell out of Cisco. "... Is that why you sucked my neck? Is this like a villain ritual thing I don't know about where you like stake a claim and that's how dating begins and I'm yours forever. Well, no, it can't be forever because the mark will fade so that's just dumb."

Leonard looked from Cisco to Hartley, frankly not even sure how to react to this. Meanwhile, Mick just laughed. "You're a special kind of stupid, kid."

Hartley found himself agreeing. He finally pushed away from the desk, flute still in hand. Putting himself between Leonard and Cisco, he looked at Leonard and straightened his shoulders. "All right, he's nothing to me, but you're not touching him again."

"Not how it works, Piper, and you know it."

"Wait, I'm nothing to you?" Oh. That sucked. He wanted to go back to the boyfriend thing. He swallowed hard and looked between the two, sensing where this was about to go and oh man, Leonard Snart was terrifying, he was going to kick Hartley's ass. He couldn't let that happen. "Woah, cool it, come on, don't fight. I-I actually can't do what you asked and I'm not lying because clearly, as we all just learned, I can't do that well."

He licked his lips and tried his best to do what he could to prevent this from turning into a fight that Hartley was apparently walking into with a flute. Yeah, that was going to beat a cold gun.

"To do what you want and do it so it's worthwhile, you'd have to have components that have to be specially made and then it'd cost you an insane amount and you can't just randomly steal that shit, you have to send away from it and fill in a form with the funding and that could take up to three months to approve and I don't want to be tied to a chair for three months." There. Cisco inhaled sharply and hoped against hope that would help. God help him, he was worried about Hartley and more than a little freaked. "If I made it with what you have, it'd probably backfire and kill you anyway."

"So, which is it, Piper? You've been telling a lot of lies for this kid." Hartley narrowed his eyes and wished there was any way for Captain Cold's glare not to terrify someone to their very core. Maybe he'd get used to it one day. But at least he had determination.

"He's at least as useless as he says, yes. But he's coming with me now."

"He is?" Leonard just raised an eyebrow and Mick walked up to stand behind him. Perfectly coordinated as always, it was so damn annoying when standing opposite them.

"Yes, he is. You can play your bondage games with someone else, this one's taken."

"Why am I a kid and he's not? We're the same age, he's got like a few months on me tops."

Okay, that probably didn't matter right now and given the looks he got whenever he spoke, he decided to make a wise decision. He closed his mouth tight shut and then watched, unsure what to do, kind of freaked and pretty certain that Leonard was about to kick Hartley's ass. This really sucked

But apparently he was taken? That was cool. He thinks? It's hard to tell.

"Put your flute down, Piper. If you say he's taken, he's taken. Take him." Leonard shrugged, looking as nonchalant as possible and as if he didn't even care. He turned his back to Hartley and walked past Mick, who grunted, eyes narrowed at both of them.

"You're lucky, Piper. Or maybe the kid's the lucky one, if you vouch for him."

Hartley shrugged and walked behind Cisco, getting his pocket knife out and using it to quickly cut through the rope. "Don't get up yet, Cisquito, you'll need a minute for the blood-flow to adjust itself."

"Maybe two minutes. He's had that boner since we got back." Helpful, Mick.

Oh God. Cisco was dying. Literally dying.

"... Is it that obvious? Oh man." Well, yes, it was that obvious. He could not have gone redder as his hands were finally free and he used them to aptly cover his face, his hands felt all numb and weird but it didn't matter. This was just the most embarrassing thing ever.

"Wake up, Cisco, wake up." This had to be a bad dream. A weird, kinky bad dream. He'd had those before.

"Aw, don't worry about it. You're short, I wouldn't have thought you could be that obvious."

"You can stop helping now, Mick. Come on, Cisco." Hartley hauled Cisco up by one arm, deciding that they shouldn't spend more time than necessary here. "I'll get you out."

"Of the closet," Mick added with a grin and Hartley rolled his eyes as they made their way to and finally through the door.

"...you're really bad at improv."

"Can we all just pretend this never happened. Oh God." Cisco was dying as he followed Hartley out, wishing for the love of God that something would strike him down and save him from this awful madness. Once they were finally out of the room and up the stairs, Cisco made a frustrated whimpering whiny noise and cursed under his breath in Spanish.

"That is officially the most embarrassing thing to have happened to me. And that beats out being thrown into the girl's room in my undies."

Highschool had been rough, of course it had. He shook his head and tried to focus, looking at Hartley in confusion. "You saved me... Why?"

Then why are you in a cage?

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