"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."
"But none of the people I ever want to be into it are into it. That's the problem." It hurt more to not have the person you want interested actually want him than have a few strangers he didn't know not into him. All he could think was maybe he was doing something wrong and that was why Hartley never stuck around, why he didn't trust him and hell, wouldn't hold his hand right now. Cisco took a lick of his ice-cream and started walking towards his home. "It's cool, I don't need to date. I have this. Whatever the hell this is."
Hartley nodded and walked with Cisco, licking ice cream and staying silent as he did so. Much better to focus on keeping the ice cream from running down to his fingers than the thing they should probably discuss at some point. He waited until they were around a corner, finally speaking. "The last three relationships I had were... Kind of a mess, to say the least. Pretty abusive, in different ways, since I just know how to pick them. I started off very naive and romantic, which, I know, you wouldn't believe, given when you met me, but trust me, outside the lab I was mostly a pushover wanting to please the One."
"Look, I'm sorry and that sucks, I mean it. No one should do that kind of thing to anyone, it's a real dick move." Cisco shrugged his shoulders, not sure what to say and just knowing he didn't want to be tossed in with that whole mess. He didn't want to be added to the list.
"You don't have to please me. God knows, I don't think you'd even try. You're more likely to tell me to shut the hell up and let's face it, I would because your commanding tone is seriously hot. But I get it, dude, you had bad luck dating. I haven't exactly had a picnic of it. My brother stole the only girl that was into me and up until you, the closest thing I had to sex was some drunk girl who shoved her hands down my pants before puking on me." Not exactly the best nineteenth birthday in the world but that was about the best Cisco had ever had from anyone else.
"Oh, I like pleasing you. But no, I'm not about to regress to that state. I thought all I needed was love." Hartley grinned derisively and wrapped his mouth around the cone to decimate the ice cream some more. "Your brother is a dick. Every story you tell me of him ends in me wanting to punch him the moment I see it. He's a gigantic prick with even less redeeming qualities than I have."
"He's not so bad. When she broke my heart and dated him instead, he brought me ice cream too to cheer me up. I mean yeah, he caused it and all so it was not that noble but he could have not brought me ice cream so." With a shrug, Cisco began to eat away at the cone, looking at Hartley and sighing slightly "Love isn't all you need but it's not so bad dude. You'll know when you find someone you like again, you'll get how awesome it is. Until then, you have me." No, he didn't think Hartley liked him. Not really. If he did, he was sure they'd both know about it by now.
"It's not about liking you or not, Cisquito. We're not on the same side. How do you think you'll feel, next time your bff the Flash locks me into the pipeline? How would I feel, on the other side of that glass? I mean, at least it would make for some good prison-style porn, admittedly." Hartley chuckles and started to nibble along the edge of his cone, licking his lips. "Do the sprinkles make it better?"
"Eh, I'd break you out. I've done it before. Besides, we don't really use the pipeline long term any more. I argued it was cruel, we tend to send people to Iron Heights but the pipeline is like a holding area." He didn't really like the idea of using them after being trapped in there and besides, they already invested money in fixing that little problem so they may as well use it. "The sprinkles make it better. Sprinkles make everything better."
"Let's see." Hartley leaned in to kiss Cisco and lick his lips, since he apparently wasn't capable of eating without ice cream getting everywhere. "It's true."
He laughed and pulled back. "I like to be thorough before I believe a claim." That said he focused on his own ice cream again, tilting his head to the side. "The Trickster's told me fun stories of what will happen to me when I get to Iron Heights. I can hardly wait."
"Then don't break the law, dude. Come on, you don't even have to. I don't even get why you do. Just quit being an evil dick all the time and come join us. Be a dick on our side." Seemed to make more sense than running with the rogues and basically doing very minor heists and causing slight chaos. Honestly, the rogues weren't even that bad, they were mostly just sort of annoying.
"And we put the Trickster in a secure wing and he kept breaking out. That's his own damn fault." Cisco was just assuming he was talking about the fact the guards hit him in the face with a baton during an escape attempt because honestly, that was totally on him being an idiot.
"Why do you think I break the law, Cisquito? What do you think my goals are?" Hartley was actually curious, so it was a genuine question, not just a teasing one. He was almost done with his cone by now and they were closer to Cisco's house, but this conversation seemed too important to just drop it. "Also, Axel was mostly referring to me becoming a prison bitch."
"I don't know. Cause you don't want to follow the rules, I assume. And I figured your goals were mostly to piss us all off." Cisco grinned playfully. No, he had no idea why the hell Hartley did what he did, he just knew that he did it. As Cisco moved to the front of his apartment building, he licked the remains of the ice cream from his fingers then paused, frowning. "... Ew, dude. No. Screw that, you're ripped and badass, you'd do fine. He's a scrawny twink, he wouldn't."
"Well, that's a fun side effect." Hartley laughed and pulled out his wallet, looking through it. "I'm glad you're so confident I'd be top dog in prison, but I'm not quite that ripped. Anyway, I'm giving you an assignment, something you can do while yearning for me. Time you get to know me."
Hartley pulled out a card and wrote a number down with a pen, then handed the card to Cisco. "That's my bank account. You know we just pulled off that heist the other day. You can text me when you've found out why I do what I do and maybe I'll come over again."
"Wait. So you're not going to come in?" Aww. That sucked. Cisco pouted a little and took the card, heaving a sigh and shoving it into his back pocket. "Dude, you are still the worst. I thought now we had this whole kinky hero and villain thing, we wouldn't have to do the homework and assignments thing." With a sigh, he rubbed at his face and tried to focus, he was too drunk to research tonight so he guessed he was just going in to jack off and pass out,
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"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.
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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."
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"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."
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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.
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"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."
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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?"
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"Chocolate. Always chocolate. And sprinkles. I totally earned sprinkled, I was so good today."
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"You don't have to please me. God knows, I don't think you'd even try. You're more likely to tell me to shut the hell up and let's face it, I would because your commanding tone is seriously hot. But I get it, dude, you had bad luck dating. I haven't exactly had a picnic of it. My brother stole the only girl that was into me and up until you, the closest thing I had to sex was some drunk girl who shoved her hands down my pants before puking on me." Not exactly the best nineteenth birthday in the world but that was about the best Cisco had ever had from anyone else.
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He laughed and pulled back. "I like to be thorough before I believe a claim." That said he focused on his own ice cream again, tilting his head to the side. "The Trickster's told me fun stories of what will happen to me when I get to Iron Heights. I can hardly wait."
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"And we put the Trickster in a secure wing and he kept breaking out. That's his own damn fault." Cisco was just assuming he was talking about the fact the guards hit him in the face with a baton during an escape attempt because honestly, that was totally on him being an idiot.
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Hartley pulled out a card and wrote a number down with a pen, then handed the card to Cisco. "That's my bank account. You know we just pulled off that heist the other day. You can text me when you've found out why I do what I do and maybe I'll come over again."
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"I'll text you when I know."
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