"Here's a bonus. You get to spend extra time with this face [points to his face]. And who doesn't want to spend extra time with this guy?" -Not new to Rp -Cisco/Vibe -Searching for mains -Ships with chemistry -Restarting Rt it's for the multiverse

Hartley doesn't Cisco-criminate

Cisco Ramon has a type. Hartley Rathaway fits that type to a T. F u c k.

He can do both at the same time. See?

Cue the tossing aside of clothes. Fuck clothes. Who needs them? Not Cisco.

Hartley is an inch and a half taller than him and he’s still salty about it. Cisco is a s m o l.

Hartley is unfairly pretty, especially like this. He’s just going to brush his fingers through soft hair.

He’s going to start a burn the clothes bonfire. Hartley is invited to join him.

“I’m not being weird. But if it makes you feel better, I promise not to swing my dick around and make lightsaber noises.” Not that he’d been planning on doing that to begin with. THAT would be weird.

“I said I wouldn’t do anything weird and I made it weird, didn’t I?” Cisco’s just going to awkwardly reach for his clothes. Cisco needs to learn not to say whatever comes to his mind.

Cisco makes a soft sound of surprise at the suddenness of Hartley’s lips on his, but he recovers pretty quickly and kisses him back. O h. He likes this. He likes this a lot. The Clothes He was reaching for are quickly forgotten.

Cue the covering of his ears. Where is that god awful racket coming from? Ah... “Hartleyyyyy,” is he whining?

“Fine. I’ve got a new chess board?”

A floofy boi

“...I know how to play...” that wasn’t a yes.

"That's it! Clearly we need a star wars AND Star Trek marathon. I'll bring the movies and streaming, Barry is in charge of snacks, Hartley is in charge of tech."

"Oh no, you did by saying that absolutely unforgivable thing."

"I don't dare repeat such blasphemy! I can't say it!"