mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

"Really? I feel kind of on show." Which was just really awkward. His jeans were so tight he could barely get his hands in his pockets, his nipples were perking out through his shirt because hey, it was so cold and in general, it was an odd experience. Not awful though. "You look pretty handsome yourself."

"You're the hottest guy I've ever taken to a club." Hartley grinned and turned around, waiting for Cisco to walk next to him. "It's not a long walk. I'm surprised no one's ever come across you and taken you there before. But I guess I'm lucky, I'd not still get to hang with you if I hadn't been there first."

"I don't really do clubs like that. You know? Not actively seeking to pull. Mostly I just go to chill with Caitlin and Barry and neither hit up gay clubs much." Cisco wasn't the kind that got asked out like this much. Then again, he had no idea what this was so maybe that was why. Was it a date? We're they going like together-together or not? Probably not. Hartley gave some very wrong vibes of not wanting to date.

"Shame. They might enjoy themselves." Barry. Hartley wondered if Cisco had any idea how long ago he'd given away the Flash's identity to him, but it wasn't as if it mattered. He wasn't that kind of enemy, not any more. Maybe he'd never really been, but that was a crisis for another day. "So, I've done the dating thing, hasn't ended well. What about you? What's your excuse?"

"No one wants to date me? I think that's my excuse. I mean I had a thing with Lisa Snart. And by thing I mean she kissed me once then kidnapped me which in my books is like a first date but otherwise, she never called me back. Then there's you and that's pretty much it." That was his entire adult dating life summed up right there. He'd flirted with a few girls, had some very unsuccessful love connections but mostly? He was very much alone. "Besides, I don't really need anyone right now."

"I'd date you, Cisco." Hartley said it just like that, right as they turned to corner. He wrapped an arm around Cisco and pointed straight ahead. "It's by the blue sign. You ready to get checked out a lot?"

He would just assume he was, letting go of Cisco and heading down the street. He hadn't actually been in a club for a while now, but Cisco seemed as if he could use it tonight. The knowledge of just how much he could pull if he wanted to.

He'd date him? Woah. What? When did that happen? A moment ago he said he wasn't looking for anyone and he didn't trust him but he would date him? Man. Hartley was confusing. He had no idea what to do and he had a total headache. He wanted to know where he stood but he just didn't. Hartley wanted to have sex with him but he didn't want to stay in the morning and he didn't want to date but he would?

"I doubt they'd check me out when I stand by you. Trust me, it's how it always goes. If I stand by hot guys, I disappear. Happens with Barry all the time."

"Oh, just wait and see. Trust me." Hartley took Cisco's arm so he could pull him along as he walked inside, flashing his wallet to show his membership card. The music was loud and Hartley stopped in the hallway just before entering, leaning his head against Cisco's shoulder and raising his hands to his ears. "Takes some getting used to."

That said he pressed his lips against Cisco's neck for a short kiss, then straightened up so they could walk inside. "What do you drink?"

"Are you good?" He waited for a moment, just to make sure Hartley had properly adjusted, part of him wanting to cover his ears and make it easier. He supposed the implants weren't that highly speced given Hartley's budget restrictions so they were probably sensitive. Maybe he could make some? Like he wasn't as good at making them but he had way more funding so whatever he made would have enough parts for him to pull them to pieces later and rebuild something better.

"I drink whatever is cheap and will get me drunk fastest. Usually I just do as many shots as possible." They were cheap, fast and fun to do with his friends. If he was in a club, he always did shots. "Otherwise, WKD tends to do it for me."

"We can get you some vodka." Hartley let go of Cisco as he walked up to the bar, ordering them both a shot and paying before turning around and holding one of them out to Cisco. He looked around the club and grinned, arching his eyebrows. "Try to see how many guys are checking you out, Cisquito. Inconspicuously. Because I can see at least five. Might be missing some. Those jeans are working for you."

He held up his shot, smirking. "Cheers."

"Please, dude, they're all over you." Cisco snorted in amusement as he knocked back his shot without a second though, shaking his head to clear it up and raising his hand to order another. "I can't blame them, you look pretty fine. Hell, so do I. We're a good looking duo, huh?"

Cisco grinned like an idiot before he raised an eyebrow at Hartley. "Why are you trying to get me laid, dude? It's like you're trying to fix me up. I'm pretty good, you know? I don't need a little strange. I got you." He shrugged his shoulders before adding. "Aren't you gonna fuck me tonight?"

"Unless you get another option. I'm available." Hartley wrapped an arm around Cisco and shrugged. "Around here, we might even get a threesome offer." He knocked his own shot back and set it down, then put his hands on Cisco's hips. "How many more shots do you need before I get to dance with you?"

Dancing, grinding against him, same difference.

"I doubt I'll get another option." Cisco knocked back his shot and looked around the place curiously. A lot of dudes, a lot of skin on show and the music wasn't entirely to his taste but hey, it wasn't that different to a normal club. Cisco did another shot and felt the familiar tingly fuzziness start to kick in. He laughed a little and moved in, stealing a kiss. "For the most part, to score another option, I'd probably have to look a lot less like I came with my boyfriend."

Which was definitely the vibe they were giving off. Not that it bothered him at all. "I'm always ready to dance. Come on, I'll show you how I rock it."

"Don't worry about that, Cisquito, gay guys tend to be less particular about monogamy. Reason I keep getting cheated on. Well, that and my personality, I'm guessing." Hartley chuckled and pulled Cisco onto the dance floor, hands still on his hips so he could make sure to keep him close and grind against him in ways he was very sure Cisco would enjoy. Especially once he also started to make out with him, kiss along his jaw and suck on his neck. His.

So what?

Cisco had no idea what kind of dancing this even counted as but one thing was certain, he'd literally never looked cooler on a dance floor than he did now. Hartley was there, staking his claim, making him not dance like a spazz, marking him up. Oh man, that was so hot. He didn't even know what to do and Hartley was grinding hard against him. He made a breathless whine in Hartley's ear and bit his ear lobe playfully, moving down to nuzzle his neck and keep it a few times.

Yeah, no, totally not boyfriends or anything. Total enemies.

Hartley only let go of him when yet another song started, making a face at the strong base, he leaned in to whisper in Cisco's ear. "I'm going to need a break, this frequency's hurting me. I'll be back."

He kissed his cheek and turned, not waiting to see if he'd be followed and simply heading for the door. He could wait it out, he just didn't want his ears to get blown out, that'd definitely put a damper on the evening.

"Erm, okay? I'll go wait at the bar." That was his plan. Well, no, his plan was to play it cool for like five minutes and wait before he went out there to make sure he was okay because he was kind of worried. And that's what he mostly did. He did two more shots, waiting around mostly bored and keeping his eye on the door.

When some dude approached him and started hitting on him, Cisco literally had no idea what to do. Did he flirt back? Did he abort? Was this a prank? In the end, he tried to shake his hand like a total dumbass. This was going well.

When Hartley came back, having made sure the music was taking it easy on him, he saw Cisco definitely getting hit on by some guy. He ignored the flare of anger that came up, because how could anyone dare to approach his Cisquito? Instead he stayed by the bar on the other side, keeping his eyes on them to make sure Cisco wasn't being mistreated and probably to watch him be adorable.

He always was, his life had been easier before he'd noticed that.

"Erm, I don't know if I want to dance, you know? I'm kind of with someone."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"Well, no but--"

"Then you can dance with me. Can't you?" The guy was still holding Cisco's hand and Cisco turned his head to the door, missing that Hartley had already come in and still not sure what to do with any of this. He kind of wanted Hartley back and it seemed rude to dance without him but the guy did seem kind of cute. He flushed a little and shrugged his shoulders, not sure if he wanted to dance with someone else, what if it drove Hartley away?

But at the same time, he didn't exactly have Hartley. There was a line and everything stopping him. "I guess one dance can't hurt." Yes, he was agreeing to do this. Oh God. Was that a good move or not?

Ah, there he went. Hartley smiled a little and ignored the pang of loneliness. He knew why they shouldn't be dating, hell, he even knew that if they were to try that, Cisco would soon realise all the reasons why he wouldn't want to date him. It was different now. He'd been his first, he offered up excitement, he knew just how to please him. But that was a far cry from an actual relationship. No, he wasn't the material for that and he was sick of being shown that whenever he let himself go.

So he watched Cisco on the dance floor, walking around the bar to where they'd been standing before, so Cisco wouldn't think he'd ditched him.

The guy was nice, solid abs, pretty smile, Cisco liked him a lot but he still didn't make a move. The guy made several and Cisco, being the kind of guy he was, was very receptive to it and made noises he probably shouldn't have when he was that unsure. When he saw Hartley back where he was, he went to move away but the arm that was held around him got tighter and yanked him in closer so he was practically against the guys chest. A hand reached out and purposefully turned his head away from Hartley and back on his dance partner.

"He doesn't want you. I do. Are you really going to ditch a sure thing or that guy?"

"Erm." The guys hips ground into his and he moaned, all verbal language forgotten. Shit. Was this good or bad? He genuinely had no idea. "His ears hurt, I should go check on him."

Hartley frowned, tilting his head to the side to ascertain whether Cisco wanted this or not. It was hard to tell, since he was definitely being held back, but on the other hand, judging by his face now, he was clearly enjoying himself. He could wait a minute to see how this would develop, he decided, but part of him just wanted to kick that dickhead's ass for touching his Cisco at all. He really had a problem, it was probably time that he stepped back from this him and Cisco thing.

"So, hey, I'm going to just see if he's okay but if he's fine then maybe we could hang later or something and -- man, your chest is amazing. Oh. Sorry. Man, forget I said that." Well, he was basically held against it right now, seemed weird not to comment on it. Cisco tried to pull back but the guy had a pretty tight grip and hey, the music was loud so Cisco tried again, pulling his head off his chest for one because that was probably not giving the 'I want to leave' vibe. His bad. "Dude, give me like a few. I gotta rehydrate and check in."

"When the song ends." Oh. Cisco had no idea if he should be more annoyed or what but he was getting kind of used to potential dates just ordering him around so he kind of gave in. Yep, pathetic but how long could the song be.

"Do you want him to back off?" Hartley asked the question in Spanish, having stepped up to them and put a hand on Cisco's wrist. What a puppy. He might have to teach him some ground rules before throwing him in front of the wolves again. "I can take care of it."

"He wants to wait for the song to be over then he'll back off. He said so." Cisco called out and then shrugged his shoulders, feeling the guy tighten his hold. Huh. Okay. This dude was hella possessive. Cisco frowned and then gave Hartley a look. "I think so anyway."

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