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{Please don't wake me til the morning after

[thisismadfreaky]

Cisco is not a morning person and it shows more on days he has nowhere to be. He lets out a soft noise of protest against the sun trying to peek through the blinds. He curls toward the warmth next to him, tugging the blanket up over his face.

But...wait.

Awareness slowly starts to sink in and the idea that he's next to someone is strange and confusing. He stirs a little and squints against the offensive sunlight.

....Oh.

That wasn't a dream.

Last night definitely wasn't a dream and Hartley was in bed next to him. His heart thuds against his chest as memories from the night flood his mind. Oh...right. Okay.

"Hartley?" he mumbles, not sure if he's asleep or not.

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley usually rose early. He had wakened when the sun began to warm the blinds, but he hadn't wanted to move - either to risk waking Cisco, nor deprive himself of the pleasure of being cuddled.

He tensed as he felt Cisco begin to stir. Either this was going to be a good morning, or it was going to be terrible, and he didn't know which to expect. He hated not being able to anticipate what was coming.

At the muffled sound of his name, he rubbed Cisco's back gently, and hummed an affirmative. "Morning," he said warily.

[thisismadfreaky]

A soft, almost whiny, "Mmmm...." is all he gets in response to the greeting as Cisco shifts closer to him, burying his face against Hartley's chest. Sorry, Hart, he's not awake enough for something like full sentences yet.

For several long, quiet minutes, Cisco just stays there, curled against him, soaking in the warmth and the comfort from the man next to him. His arm is draped loosely across Hartley's waist, his thumb pressing small, light circles against his hip. For those minutes, he just doesn't want to move, to ruin whatever this moment is, he doesn't want to break the spell. Because reality is cold and harsh and, right now, Hartley is soft and warm and comfortable.

Maybe he could just live in the bubble of this moment for awhile.

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley is in no more of a rush. What does he have to go to? To his sad tiny apartment, his experiments, his solitude and obsession?

But if Cisco wasn't inclined to kick him out immediately, perhaps he could improve their mood even more. He shifted and brushed fingers through Cisco's long dark hair.

"Do you have any decent coffee in this place?"

[thisismadfreaky]

He hums something of a sound of approval at the fingers in his hair and peeks up at him, not quite awake enough to look as incredulous as he meant to. "'course I do. Who're you talking to. Like I keep bad coffee in my house."

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley makes a doubtful sound. "I'll be the judge of that."

He shifts and kisses that adorable sleepy expression on Cisco's face, just because he can, then pulls the blankets back and gets up. Nude, the little devices in his ears glowing faintly, he goes to explore Cisco's apartment in search of a coffee maker.

[thisismadfreaky]

He pouts when Hartley untangles himself and gets up. Excuse you, sir, you took away the comfy human heater he was using. But...it would also probably end in coffee, so maybe he can allow it.

"I'm not moving!" he calls out to him once he's somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. "I demand coffee in bed!" It's not a very strong demand, considering the laugh that's attached to it.

[auricular_acuity]

The comfy human heater will surely be back. Soon the smell of coffee drifts through the apartment and Hartley returns to the bedroom doorway, folding his arms.

"Oh do you. Well, you're lucky I'm in a good mood, because I just might accede to your demands." He cocks his head, smirking. "How hung over are you?"

just a little

[thisismadfreaky]

The smell of the coffee brewing is nice. The sight of Hartley leaned in his doorway is better. He hopes he doesn't mind some staring and being a little objectified because, well, it's a nice view.

"Lucky me." He grins and there's a shrug following a moment later. "Solo un poco." He answers, holding his hand up, fingers spaced barely half an inch apart. "I know how to drink and be smart about it, you know."

Cariño basically means "dear"

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley's smirk widens, and he replies in Spanish. "You're full of shit, cariño."

He crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, crawling towards Cisco in a predatory fashion. "So, no regrets?"

[thisismadfreaky]

He just laughs at the retort, but it dies down when Hartley drops to his knees at the end of the bed and starts crawling toward him. There's some distant part of him that thinks he probably shouldn't find such a predatory choice of actions hot, but... well, it kinda is.

He shakes his head at the question, eyes completely glued on Hartley, "Nope." and he kind of wonders if his answer should be different, but he can't help that. "I might even go as far as to say...there should probably be a repeat of last night sometime."

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley really likes that look Cisco gets in his eyes when he does that, and he grins. He crawls right up to Cisco and plants his hands on either side of the other man's shoulders, leaning down towards him.

"There should be. Very soon, I'd say."

The smile falters slightly and he allows that intense gaze to wander, glancing back towards the kitchen. "Are you working today? Running off to save the city from metahuman threats?"

[thisismadfreaky]

Absently and without realizing he was doing it, he bites his lip as Hartley all but pins him where he lays, leaning up into the kiss, one hand instantly sliding up to cup the back of his head, pulling Hartley closer. "Good to know we agree." he mumbles, grinning slightly.

"Not unless somebody calls me." He admits, tilting his head slightly to one side, watching him curiously, "Why? You have ideas?"

[auricular_acuity]

There's a slight flare of irritation in his eyes as Cisco confirms that the Flash is just a call away. He doesn't want to think about the fact that they were enemies right now.

So he kisses Cisco again. "I do," Hartley confirms. "But coffee first." He pushes himself up, intending to go pour cups for them both.

[thisismadfreaky]

Cisco notices the flash of fire in his eyes and for a second, he is reminded of where they stand outside this door. Something in his chest tightens and he hopes this bubble he was trying to desperately to cling to and live in for a little while isn't burst already.

But when Hartley kisses him again, he relaxes and melts into it easily. "Mmm, hurry back." He mumbles, staring up at him. "I'm curious about these ideas of yours."

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley noticed the way Cisco tenses a bit and is glad to see him relaxing instead. It's difficult for him not to hang onto that grudge, but with Harrison dead, and Cisco treating him well, that makes it easier for him to let it go.

Back in the kitchen, Hartley pours their coffees, preparing Cisco's with cream and sugar the way he had taken it when they worked together. He doesn't even think about the fact that he had noticed, just bringing the cups back on a tray and offering Cisco's to him, while keeping his black coffee for himself.

He settles back onto the bed next to Cisco. "Now it's a properly good morning."

[thisismadfreaky]

When he hears him padding back toward the bedroom, Cisco slides up to lean back against the pillows. He takes the coffee Hartley hands him with a quietly muttered thanks before taking a sip of it. It's...actually perfect to his tastes and he tips his head a little to look at Hartley. "You memorized how I took my coffee?" He's amused, more than anything.

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley felt his cheeks flush. He hadn't set out to memorize it out of any particular interest in Cisco at the time. It was just a piece of information that had stuck in his brain having worked with the other man so closely.

"I just thought I remembered," he said, shrugging faintly. "I'm glad I was right."

[thisismadfreaky]

He can't help but grin a little at that. He thinks Hartley's kind of adorable when he blushes. "Well, A-plus on the memory, then." He sips at his coffee in comfortable silence for a moment.

But the his curiosity gets the best of him.

"So, how do you think we should spend the day, then? It's pretty open-ended so far, lots of possibilities."

[auricular_acuity]

"Mmm..." Hartley looks wickedly over the rim of his coffee cup at Cisco. "Well, I thought I'd find out how well you do when you're not drunk as a skunk."

[thisismadfreaky]

It's probably a good thing Cisco's isn't taking a drink just then, or he probably would have choked. As it stands, he just sits up a little straighter and carefully, purposefully, sips at his coffee for a moment.

"I do like the sound of this. The variables have changed, we have to see what kind of difference is makes in the results." Continuing their science experiment analogy from last night... Yeah, he remembers, with a pretty descent clarity, Hartley.

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley drains half his coffee and sets it aside, then rolls over, placing his hand on Cisco's stomach. "Oh, so you do remember what happened last night. Well, that's reassuring."

He smirks up at Cisco. "I was thinking of seeing how well you taste, too."

[thisismadfreaky]

"Mmm, I told you I can be smart when I'm drunk." He grins, taking a last sip of his coffee before he sets it on the table next to the bed so his focus can be completely on the, uh, project at hand.

"Promises, promises," he mutters, tugging Hartley down, kissing him deeply.

[auricular_acuity]

Hartley purred into the kiss and shifted to straddle Cisco. With a hum of pleasure, he worked his way down Cisco's body, and began to pleasure him with his mouth.

He took his time, and showed Cisco that he definitely knew what he was doing, working him up and teasing him, and then sending him right over the edge of orgasm before finally taking pity on him.

Wiping his mouth, he crawled back up and wrapped himself around Cisco, smirking with intense smugness.

[thisismadfreaky]

If ever there was a doubt in Cisco's mind that Hartley knew exactly what he was doing, it was certainly erased now in the cascade of bliss that clouded his mind from any rational thought.

As he crawls back up to settle next to him, Cisco shifts to get a better angle and kisses him hungrily, fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair. As the kiss breaks when the need for oxygen takes over, he nips gently at Hartley's lip and tugs a little as he pulls away. "Why didn't we do this years ago?" All that time spent hating each other when they could have...