Cisco watches Hartley's eyes as they move, admires the quirk of Hartley's smile and the heat in his gaze, the warm glow of his skin. God, Hartley's so attractive, and the longer they're here together like this, the more smitten Cisco finds himself becoming. He's not worried about what Hartley is going to say, not exactly, but the touch of Hartley's hand against the skin of his side is enough to take Cisco's breath away, and the tremor of desire and affection that rolls through him is enough to make him lightheaded. He gasps lightly against Hartley's mouth, swooning forward in a way that causes their noses to bump softly, and he breathes something that might have started as a laugh, too many feelings colliding for any one of the to completely take hold.
All Cisco can think, right now, is how badly he wants to crawl into Hartley's lap, how desperate he is to feel Hartley's hands on more his naked skin, how he wants to do the same thing to Hartley, touch him everywhere. Hartley looks so good in his clothes, but Cisco's absolutely certain he looks even better out of them, and he's more than a little anxious to prove himself right. They've just started this adventure together, and he knows they need to be aware of the steps they're taking, careful and cognizant of the path they're forging, but Cisco doesn't want to leave anytime soon, doesn't want to stop where they seem to be heading together. The hand on Hartley's thigh slides a little higher, and Cisco curls his fingers gently around the muscle, feeling it to tight beneath his touch.
"Hartley," he starts, and, god, he has no idea what to say, worried that anything that comes out of his mouth now is going to sound stupid. He takes a shaking breath, his eyes moving over Hartley's face, so close that he can feel all of Hartley's exhalations against his skin. He's terrified of messing this up, but he can't not say something, won't be able to keep the way he feels from boiling over eventually. It's better if he says something now, while his brain is still sort of functioning.
"I really, really want you," is what he manages, and it's so obvious, but getting it out in the open can't be a bad thing. Or at least Cisco hopes not. "Like, I know you know that," he goes on, trembling with nerves and also with his very real (and apparent) arousal. "But I... Right now, I'd really like..." He swallows, trying to fight through the rest of his thought.
"Can I take your shirt off?" he asks then, sort of abruptly changing tactics, and he laughs breathlessly at his own outburst, adding hastily, "please?"
[ooc: First things first: I am so so SO sorry for taking so long to reply to this. I went out of town on vacation the first week of September, and the week leading up to it was a completely insane, stressful mess, trying to get things done at work before I left. I had high hopes to catch up on my RP tags while I was out of town, and while I got a few things replied to, I mostly failed epically. I got home on Tuesday night, then managed to come down with a cold on Thursday, which has put me down for the count for the last two days.
I'm really tired and still a little muddle-headed, but I feel so bad for leaving you hanging for so long. You are a wonderful writing partner and I am (and have been) enjoying this thread SO much. I hope you'll accept my sincere apologies for being such a terrible writing partner lately. Please forgive me!
Anyway, I hope you're doing well, and having a great weekend! I've missed writing with you lost, and I watched "Flashback" last night, so I'm having an enormous flood of Hartley love that I want to shower all over you and your lovely muse.]
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Date: 2016-09-11 10:53 am (UTC)All Cisco can think, right now, is how badly he wants to crawl into Hartley's lap, how desperate he is to feel Hartley's hands on more his naked skin, how he wants to do the same thing to Hartley, touch him everywhere. Hartley looks so good in his clothes, but Cisco's absolutely certain he looks even better out of them, and he's more than a little anxious to prove himself right. They've just started this adventure together, and he knows they need to be aware of the steps they're taking, careful and cognizant of the path they're forging, but Cisco doesn't want to leave anytime soon, doesn't want to stop where they seem to be heading together. The hand on Hartley's thigh slides a little higher, and Cisco curls his fingers gently around the muscle, feeling it to tight beneath his touch.
"Hartley," he starts, and, god, he has no idea what to say, worried that anything that comes out of his mouth now is going to sound stupid. He takes a shaking breath, his eyes moving over Hartley's face, so close that he can feel all of Hartley's exhalations against his skin. He's terrified of messing this up, but he can't not say something, won't be able to keep the way he feels from boiling over eventually. It's better if he says something now, while his brain is still sort of functioning.
"I really, really want you," is what he manages, and it's so obvious, but getting it out in the open can't be a bad thing. Or at least Cisco hopes not. "Like, I know you know that," he goes on, trembling with nerves and also with his very real (and apparent) arousal. "But I... Right now, I'd really like..." He swallows, trying to fight through the rest of his thought.
"Can I take your shirt off?" he asks then, sort of abruptly changing tactics, and he laughs breathlessly at his own outburst, adding hastily, "please?"
[ooc: First things first: I am so so SO sorry for taking so long to reply to this. I went out of town on vacation the first week of September, and the week leading up to it was a completely insane, stressful mess, trying to get things done at work before I left. I had high hopes to catch up on my RP tags while I was out of town, and while I got a few things replied to, I mostly failed epically. I got home on Tuesday night, then managed to come down with a cold on Thursday, which has put me down for the count for the last two days.
I'm really tired and still a little muddle-headed, but I feel so bad for leaving you hanging for so long. You are a wonderful writing partner and I am (and have been) enjoying this thread SO much. I hope you'll accept my sincere apologies for being such a terrible writing partner lately. Please forgive me!
Anyway, I hope you're doing well, and having a great weekend! I've missed writing with you lost, and I watched "Flashback" last night, so I'm having an enormous flood of Hartley love that I want to shower all over you and your lovely muse.]