mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

"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."

Fine then. Hartley moved up against Cisco, sliding an arm around him and thereby forcing it between him and his current dance partner. "He's taken, sorry. Find someone who'll actually go home with you, he's mine."

Not taking any chances now, so he started kissing Cisco, also to cut him off from saying anything stupid, as he was sometimes so very prone to doing. "All mine."

Cisco clung to Hartley, mostly because that guy was getting pretty intense and this was better. Familiar. This was what he wanted and he knew he'd never have it, Hartley seemed very against that idea, but was it so bad to want it? Cisco kissed back, trying to drag it out as long as he could, wishing this was a real declaration and not just a way to chase a weird guy off.

"I'm yours. All yours." The guy seemed to get the picture, off scouting for someone else as Cisco put his arms around Hartley's shoulders with a smile. "My hero."

"I thought I'm your villain." Hartley muttered the words against Cisco's lips, then kissed him again, because he could. He broke away slowly, still keeping one arm around Cisco. "Let's get out of here. They've an all-night ice-cream parlour nearby."

His ears were still giving him some trouble and, more importantly, he clearly couldn't leave Cisco alone, so ice cream seemed like the much safer bet.

"We can do that. Get ice-cream and then go back to mine. We can do that thing we did the other night with the handcuffs. Or maybe something new." Cisco had so many ideas for things he wanted to try but most required Hartley to trust him more and as it stood, he didn't. It was fortunate he also got off on submitting really or this would have got them nowhere.

"I'm kind of tipsy and I'm about to be full of sugar. Dude, I'm yours to do whatever you want with tonight."

"There's a lot of new ground to cover." Hartley laughed and walked outside, taking a deep breath as he reached up to his ears with one hand, just holding them each shut for a moment before letting go again. "No wonder you're tipsy, you kind of inhaled those shots. Are you sure you can still get it up?"

As he asked the question, he suddenly groped Cisco's crotch through his jeans, grinning as he let go. "Ah, that should do."

He let go as they reached the ice cream parlour, looking at the different flavours on display. "What do you want?"

"God, this is the horniest I've ever been in an ice-cream parlour." Not the kind of thing Cisco would normally say aloud and in front of the poor unfortunate kid serving the ice-cream but he was kind of drunk, very turned on and all over Hartley. Literally. He was basically plastered up against him. Who cared what people thought at this point.

"Chocolate. Always chocolate. And sprinkles. I totally earned sprinkled, I was so good today."

"Were you good? Really? You mostly just showed that anyone can do whatever they want with you as long as they have nice abs and a hard chest." But still, Hartley ordered chocolate for both of them, getting chocolate without sprinkles for himself and handing Cisco's cone over to him. He started licking, shaking his head. "You know you can say no to guys, right? Even if they are gorgeous."

"He was really hot and he liked me. Besides, you told me to go find people and I went and found people. And he was hot and everything, it's not like I pulled badly." It was just that he didn't want to pull. He wanted to spend the night with Hartley and he knew that now, clearly he wasn't ready for other guys. Cisco licked at his ice-cream, one hand reaching out and holding Hartley's hand without really thinking about it. "I wasn't really into him but so few guys are into me, seems weird to dismiss the few that are."

"I think you need to come off that misconception that you're anything other than a catch." Hartley wasn't sure what to do. They were in front of an ice cream parlour, holding hands. That wasn't casual, that wasn't sexual. That couldn't just be dismissed. Hartley gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at him as he slowly let go, pretending that it was so he could pass the cone into his other hand and better lick all around. He didn't want to see the puppy get sad. "Lots of people would be into you."

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