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cisco_ramon) wrote2016-07-06 11:16 pm
cisco_ramon) wrote2016-07-06 11:16 pm
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I refuse to allow myself to get kidnapped today. Absolutely refuse. So I'll definitely see you at 6.
Cisco sends his last text and he hopes it makes him sound cooler than he feels because he's already sort of freaking out. Not in a bad way or anything, he's just always anxious about first dates, though he really shouldn't be with Hartley. It is their first date, yes, but it's not like Cisco needs to try to make a good first impression, considering how well they know each other already.
Still, even as amicable as things have been between them for the last year or so, Cisco hasn't forgotten (and likely will never forget) the way he'd felt when he met Hartley for the first time. It was a lifetime ago now, and as much as Cisco knows that Hartley's attitude back then had been strongly influenced by the situation with his parents (and growing up as a rich only child), remembering some of Hartley's words back then still stings.
But Hartley's ire has mellowed significantly since then, and Cisco has, for all intents and purposes, forgiven Hartley for being so unnecessarily jerktastic at the beginning. Over the last few months in particular Cisco's found himself looking forward to the opportunities they have to work together, and eventually he'd started to realize it wasn't just because he enjoyed Hartley's scientific perspective and intellect.
And now, thanks to the inhibition lowering power of tequila, Cisco and Hartley are going to go out on a real, actual facts date. Of course plans being finalized before ten AM means Cisco has eight hours to agonize over everything he could say or do wrong to screw things up. Rather than spend too much time in his own head he makes the not quite so brilliant decision to go for a run (despite the fact that he hasn't participated in any prolonged cardio in a reasonably long time). By the time he gets home he's a sweaty, exhausted disaster, but his hangover is effectively gone too, so he's going to call it a win (even if it means he won't be able to walk tomorrow).
He spends the rest of the afternoon trying (and failing) to distract himself from overthinking the date. He gives himself several pep talks (which really only make him more anxious), and tries to remind himself that Kendra actually did like him, he only got trumped by 4000 years of reincarnation, so he is totally worthy of being someone's boyfriend. Not that he expects to walk away from dinner as part of a couple (though he doesn't think he'd mind if he did); he just really, really wants things to go well.
Finally around five he lets himself shower and shave and get dressed. He decides to wear a well cut, short sleeved button up shirt rather than any of his t-shirts because he's honestly not sure if Hartley hates them and thinks they're juvenile or if that was all part of his past general, unfounded dislike of Cisco. The Thai place isn't fancy at all and there's no reason to get dressed up, but Cisco still finds himself dithering about whether or not to wear a blazer. Finally he opts not to; it's warm enough he doesn't need the layers and, as much as he feels like he needs to do something to make himself more attractive, he knows it's better if he goes into this just being himself.
Cisco doesn't live that far away and the weather is really nice so he walks to the restaurant, forcing himself to take it slow and breathe so he's as calm as possible when he finally gets there. It turns out he takes it a little too slow and he arrives a few minutes late, spotting Hartley waiting near the doors. He hopes Hartley won't be irritated with his tardiness, but he can't say he hates the few seconds he gets to spend admiring Hartley before he knows Cisco's there, noting the way the afternoon sunlight turns Hartley's eyes a striking, crystalline blue, the attraction Cisco's felt for months reaffirming itself as Cisco takes in each of Hartley's handsome features.
"Hey," he says when he's a few steps away to get Hartley's attention. "I'm sorry I'm late. Barry must be rubbing off on me a little," he adds with an apologetic smile.
Cisco sends his last text and he hopes it makes him sound cooler than he feels because he's already sort of freaking out. Not in a bad way or anything, he's just always anxious about first dates, though he really shouldn't be with Hartley. It is their first date, yes, but it's not like Cisco needs to try to make a good first impression, considering how well they know each other already.
Still, even as amicable as things have been between them for the last year or so, Cisco hasn't forgotten (and likely will never forget) the way he'd felt when he met Hartley for the first time. It was a lifetime ago now, and as much as Cisco knows that Hartley's attitude back then had been strongly influenced by the situation with his parents (and growing up as a rich only child), remembering some of Hartley's words back then still stings.
But Hartley's ire has mellowed significantly since then, and Cisco has, for all intents and purposes, forgiven Hartley for being so unnecessarily jerktastic at the beginning. Over the last few months in particular Cisco's found himself looking forward to the opportunities they have to work together, and eventually he'd started to realize it wasn't just because he enjoyed Hartley's scientific perspective and intellect.
And now, thanks to the inhibition lowering power of tequila, Cisco and Hartley are going to go out on a real, actual facts date. Of course plans being finalized before ten AM means Cisco has eight hours to agonize over everything he could say or do wrong to screw things up. Rather than spend too much time in his own head he makes the not quite so brilliant decision to go for a run (despite the fact that he hasn't participated in any prolonged cardio in a reasonably long time). By the time he gets home he's a sweaty, exhausted disaster, but his hangover is effectively gone too, so he's going to call it a win (even if it means he won't be able to walk tomorrow).
He spends the rest of the afternoon trying (and failing) to distract himself from overthinking the date. He gives himself several pep talks (which really only make him more anxious), and tries to remind himself that Kendra actually did like him, he only got trumped by 4000 years of reincarnation, so he is totally worthy of being someone's boyfriend. Not that he expects to walk away from dinner as part of a couple (though he doesn't think he'd mind if he did); he just really, really wants things to go well.
Finally around five he lets himself shower and shave and get dressed. He decides to wear a well cut, short sleeved button up shirt rather than any of his t-shirts because he's honestly not sure if Hartley hates them and thinks they're juvenile or if that was all part of his past general, unfounded dislike of Cisco. The Thai place isn't fancy at all and there's no reason to get dressed up, but Cisco still finds himself dithering about whether or not to wear a blazer. Finally he opts not to; it's warm enough he doesn't need the layers and, as much as he feels like he needs to do something to make himself more attractive, he knows it's better if he goes into this just being himself.
Cisco doesn't live that far away and the weather is really nice so he walks to the restaurant, forcing himself to take it slow and breathe so he's as calm as possible when he finally gets there. It turns out he takes it a little too slow and he arrives a few minutes late, spotting Hartley waiting near the doors. He hopes Hartley won't be irritated with his tardiness, but he can't say he hates the few seconds he gets to spend admiring Hartley before he knows Cisco's there, noting the way the afternoon sunlight turns Hartley's eyes a striking, crystalline blue, the attraction Cisco's felt for months reaffirming itself as Cisco takes in each of Hartley's handsome features.
"Hey," he says when he's a few steps away to get Hartley's attention. "I'm sorry I'm late. Barry must be rubbing off on me a little," he adds with an apologetic smile.
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It feels like this is the start of something. Something big, intimate and meaningful. It should probably be terrifying, it's still only their first date and a lot has already happened (and he's hopeful more will happen before the night's over), but right now all he's feeling is desire and excitement and the happiness that comes with being in a new relationship. It's such an amazing feeling and what's even more amazing about it is who is making him feel this way. As weird and complicated as his history with Cisco is, this still somehow feels right. This connection between them feels right.
"I want you too," Hartley murmurs. It's taking all of his self-control not to kiss Cisco again or push him against the couch and crawl on top of him, but Cisco is trying to say something and Hartley wants to hear whatever it is while he's still capable of thought. If Cisco wants to slow things down a bit, he'll understand, but he somehow doubts that's what Cisco is trying to tell him. Still, it's a very pleasant surprise when Cisco asks if he can take his shirt off.
Hartley smiles, letting out a relieved laugh. "Go for it. I'm all yours," he says, leaning in to give Cisco a quick kiss before reluctantly sliding his hand away from his side. "Is it okay if I take your shirt off afterwards too?" Because he'd really like to run his fingers along more of Cisco's bare skin. As much of it as Cisco will allow.
[ooc: No worries, you are totally forgiven! Real life comes first. And you definitely didn't screw anything up! I hope you're feeling better now, but if not, make sure you get plenty of rest and take all the time you need to get better! Hartley and I will always be here when you return.
And I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply myself. I was at my brother's house babysitting for a few days when you tagged and between making sure his house stayed in one piece and having to get up earlier to make sure my kids got ready for school, I haven't had time to get to my longer tags. But I'm home now, so it'll be easier to get back into the swing of things.
I love tagging with you and threading with your Cisco is so much fun, so I'm really glad you still want to keep going with it <3 I hope you're having an amazing week!]
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And now they're both here, both of them putting all that old animosity to rest permanently, finding trust and affection and attraction for each other. They both understand what it's like to be overlooked, to be betrayed, to have their hearts broken in a way that makes it hard to want to put themselves at risk of that happening again. Cisco knows, no matter what happens, he is going to be kind and careful with Hartley's heart. And, though the realization is almost terrifying, he's already certain he wants to offer his to Hartley.
Anyway, if Cisco wasn't ready before, he definitely is when Hartley laughs (god, even his laugh is beautiful) and gives Cisco permission to start taking his clothes off. The quick kiss is so perfect and unexpected that it sends a shiver through Cisco's body, and he has to nod in reply to Hartley's question, his brain taking a long moment to catch up.
"Um yeah," he finally says with a warm, breathless laugh. "You can feel free to do pretty much anything you want with me," he adds, still smiling as his face heats with a blush, reaching out to open the top button of Hartley's shirt. He's good with his hands, used to working with little screwdrivers and precision soldering on circuit boards, and he's pretty sure that's the only reason he manages to get his shaking fingers to cooperate at all, moving on to the second button, and then the third.
"God, Hartley," he murmurs, unbuttoning the rest of Hartley's shirt and tugging the ends out of Hartley's pants. "It's been, like, a ridiculously long time since I've been with anyone like this," he admits softly, his eyes on where Hartley's bare chest is showing through the split of his shirt. He lifts his eyes to Hartley's face as his hands slip over Hartley's shoulders, pushing the shirt off them, down Hartley's arms. "And I am really, really into you. Like, so into you," he babbles, not telling Hartley anything he doesn't already know but unable to stop himself from saying it again and again.
[ooc: I had high hopes of replying to this right away last week, but then work got totally insane (again) and I sort of checked out over the weekend. The short version is I changed software teams at work about two months ago (I'm a software engineer) and I'm in the middle of the learning curve on the new application, so I'm suffering from that knowledge overload sort of exhaustion coupled with stress of trying to get stuff accomplished without missing deadlines. This week has, so far, been much better than the last three or so, though, and I am determined to keep up with my tags now, dang it!
And, of course, no worries if it takes you a few days to get back as well! These long tags are awesome, but they do take a lot more time and brain power, so I completely understand doing the easy ones when you have a few minutes here and there. You're a great writer and I love this thread so much, all of your replies are completely worth the wait. Seriously, I'm so glad we found each other. I love these two together so much, and I'm glad you're still enjoying it so much as well!
I hope you're having a great week! I'll talk to you soon! <3]
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His boyfriend... He wonders if he'll ever get used to thinking of Cisco that way. Their relationship is so new, but it feels surprisingly good to know that that's what it is; a relationship.
"Good to know," Hartley murmurs with a pleased grin as Cisco begins to unbutton his shirt. "Because there's a lot I'd like to do with you." Starting with getting him undressed. He's always distantly wondered what Cisco would look like beneath those t-shirts he always wears and now, when the thought isn't so distant, he wants nothing more than to finally find out. He wants to see Cisco's bare skin and feel it beneath his fingertips, beneath his lips... There's so much Hartley wants to see and feel and he wonders if Cisco feels the same way right now. If he wants to touch and see Hartley. If his body is tingling with warmth and desire the way Hartley's is right now. If the way Cisco is looking at him is anything to go by, he suspects that what he's feeling is very much mutual.
"It's been a while for me too," Hartley confesses as his shirt slides down his arms and he sits there, half naked and his heart pounding as Cisco looks at him. He's not the kind of person to get self-conscious or nervous about his looks, even when he's half-naked and turned on in front of his boyfriend and former enemy, but he still can't help but hope Cisco likes what he sees so far anyway. He wants whatever happens between them, whatever steps forward they take together, to memorable in the best ways possible.
Hartley gives him a soft smile before finally reaching up to start undoing Cisco's shirt. "I'm pretty into you too. Before seeing you tonight I hadn't expected to feel so... strongly for you, but I suppose you've always been pretty good at taking me by surprise," he says, meeting Cisco's eyes as he undoes the buttons of Cisco's shirt, one by one until all that's left to do is slide the shirt off his shoulders.
[ooc: Thank you for being so patient with me! <3 I'm so glad you're still interested in continuing this thread. I'm finally feel satisfied with how my tag came out. I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of tagging now that I'm mostly caught up with everything and stopped trying to remember what I had written before.
And feel free to take as much time as you need! Longer tags definitely take more time and require a bit more brain power, which is one of the reasons they're so much fun. I'd gladly tag this thread and any other forever. I'm glad we found each other too and I'm having a lot of fun writing with you :)]