[ Cisco doesn't know what he's fishing for. Doesn't think of himself as fishing for anything in particular, until Harry calls him out on it. He can tell from the shift in Harry's demeanor that he's struck a nerve, or close to one. Cisco doesn't want him angry; senses immediately when to shift, approach from a different angle. His smile widens, changes, voice pitched a bit lower when he says: ]
All I'm sayin' is I think it's been a long-ass time since you had some actual fun, and maybe if you did, it would be good for you.
[ He lets his inflection slip between the two meanings of that phrase - good for you the way regular doctor visits are good for you, and good for you the way it would come out if he'd been saying 'I can make it good for you'.
It's not as if Cisco has never flirted with Harry before. There have been times when he has toed that line, obliquely, briefly. But this is different. Blatant. Cisco lets his gaze go hot, lets his head fall to the side a few degrees, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth more fully, in open appreciation of what he sees when he looks at Harry.
Cisco knows he shouldn't. Shouldn't because Harry's still staying with him (he's already signed the lease on his new place). Shouldn't because they work together (their jobs are so far from conventional, what does it matter?). Shouldn't because he's had a bit to drink (like that's ever stopped him in his life). Shouldn't because Harry's old enough to be his father (that's never even slowed him down). Shouldn't because he's pretty sure Harry is straight (but there've been moments when Cisco is sure he catches Harry's eyes on him, just for a split second). Shouldn't because Harry looks exactly the same as... well. That's the one and only shouldn't Cisco can't quite talk himself out of.
But one single shouldn't makes a poor dam against all the things Cisco has imagined, all the things Cisco has barely dared to let himself want.
So he leans forward, too. Mirroring Harry, at first, except that he puts his hands on the armrests of Harry's chair, drags himself forward until their knees knock together. And then, the momentum is enough that Cisco lets himself keep going. Lets himself close the distance between Harry's mouth and his, his eyes slipping shut as he kisses him. It's a playful kiss, curious and insistent and hungry all at once. Like he's wanted to do this for ages. Like he's having the time of his life. Like he can't imagine anything better in the world. ]
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All I'm sayin' is I think it's been a long-ass time since you had some actual fun, and maybe if you did, it would be good for you.
[ He lets his inflection slip between the two meanings of that phrase - good for you the way regular doctor visits are good for you, and good for you the way it would come out if he'd been saying 'I can make it good for you'.
It's not as if Cisco has never flirted with Harry before. There have been times when he has toed that line, obliquely, briefly. But this is different. Blatant. Cisco lets his gaze go hot, lets his head fall to the side a few degrees, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth more fully, in open appreciation of what he sees when he looks at Harry.
Cisco knows he shouldn't. Shouldn't because Harry's still staying with him (he's already signed the lease on his new place). Shouldn't because they work together (their jobs are so far from conventional, what does it matter?). Shouldn't because he's had a bit to drink (like that's ever stopped him in his life). Shouldn't because Harry's old enough to be his father (that's never even slowed him down). Shouldn't because he's pretty sure Harry is straight (but there've been moments when Cisco is sure he catches Harry's eyes on him, just for a split second). Shouldn't because Harry looks exactly the same as... well. That's the one and only shouldn't Cisco can't quite talk himself out of.
But one single shouldn't makes a poor dam against all the things Cisco has imagined, all the things Cisco has barely dared to let himself want.
So he leans forward, too. Mirroring Harry, at first, except that he puts his hands on the armrests of Harry's chair, drags himself forward until their knees knock together. And then, the momentum is enough that Cisco lets himself keep going. Lets himself close the distance between Harry's mouth and his, his eyes slipping shut as he kisses him. It's a playful kiss, curious and insistent and hungry all at once. Like he's wanted to do this for ages. Like he's having the time of his life. Like he can't imagine anything better in the world. ]