You really wanna be cracking jokes about my age right now?
[ The retort is somewhat robbed of its sting by the fact that it's muffled against Cisco's hand. He presses a thumb over it, puts pressure and waits for it to stop bleeding. It's not the actual pinprick that bothers him - he's scratched and scraped and banged and burned his hands in this workshop regularly. It's the indignity of doing so because he was distracted by staring at Harry's legs from across the room. ]
I would think you'd be flattered. [ Irritation and embarrassment are laced through the words, even as Cisco can't help noticing that stern and unimpressed is not the worst look on Harry, in that outfit.
For the record, I'm not getting you off in any of the workshops or labs here, Ramon.
[ Because of all things, of course Harrison Wells would be mildly concerned about lab safety. He rests an elbow on the arm of his chair, leaning to one side as he tilts his head at Cisco, looking mildly amused — it's clear he's not too serious about all of that or if he is, well. It's still pretty damn funny to him. He takes his glasses off and cleans them quickly with the hem of his suit jacket, a smirk playing at his lips. ]
But I am. Flattered, of course. I'd be more flattered if we'd get any work done today.
What about offices? [ It's supposed to come out sounding purely like a joke. Like he's making fun of the specificity of Harry's ultimatum. But, well. Once he's said it, Cisco can't help wondering. So there's just a hint of actual curiosity behind the teasing. ] Storage cupboards? Hallways? Bathrooms? Elevators?
[ After all, they had had their first kiss here at S.T.A.R. Labs. In this very workshop, in fact. In these very chairs. At the time there had been arguing and awkwardness, but now Cisco can't help thinking back to the non-disappointing parts of that night. How great it had been to finally just kiss Harry, and feel him kiss back, to know that he was interested, that Cisco hadn't been fooling himself. ]
I've totally gotten work done. Lots of it. [ A beat, and then: ] Well, enough of it anyway.
[ There really must be something in the air. It can't possibly just be the change of wardrobe that makes Cisco so susceptible to something as small as that smirk, as Harry cleaning off his damn glasses, the same way he's done a couple hundred times before. ]
[ Harrison rolls his eyes in response. He knows it's half a joke and half serious and truth be told, he hadn't given it much thought at all. Mostly, he didn't want to deal with everyone else finding out and expressing their opinions on them or whatever right now. This was complicated enough as it is.
. . . and then again, not nearly as much as he'd thought it would be. When he speaks again, it's in a dry tone: ]
I'll consider it.
[ Cryptic as always, but that's as good as a "maybe later" from him and he knows Cisco knows it. Or probably has some idea, anyway. Enough of one. He slips his glasses back on, glancing over at his desk. ]
[ Cisco's not surprised that Harry turns down his half-serious suggestions, but he had expected something a lot more biting, a lot more like 'no' and a lot less like 'maybe'. Maybe is... intriguing. Enough that when Harry asks to see what work he's got done, he doesn't get defensive or snarky. Cisco instead pulls the Flash suit closer on the desk and starts explaining the changes he'd made to the workings inside the emblem, how he'd come to realize they were needed, what he'd had to shift around, why it was going to be better than ever.
Barry had once asked him if he was ever going to be done tweaking the suit, and Cisco had laughed. Because of course not. He fully intended to keep making as many adjustments - tiny ones, huge ones - as he needed to, to make Barry's life a little bit safer every day. ]
- so, see? Work. Done. Even with you distracting me.
[ Harrison's peering over and nodding along and Cisco very nearly has him — until those last five words, anyway. He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to one side at him. ]
I'm not distracting you, Ramon. [ A beat. ] Unless you're suggesting that it's my fault you can't seem to control your urges because I chose to dress properly today. Which, I should add, is ludicrous.
[ His tone suggests that there's a right answer and a wrong answer. Choose wisely. ]
[ Cisco opens his mouth as if to defends himself but stops short, reconsidering. ]
...Well sure when you put it like that it sounds bad.
[ He lets his head fall to the side a few degrees, eyes narrowing, trying to gauge how serious Harry is being right now. He'd better at reading Harry than he used to be, but he still has his moment of being completely inscrutable. Is he really bothered, by Cisco's behavior right now? Cisco's instincts tell him that Harry can't be, and yet he's been wrong before. He doubts it is the attention itself - he knows by now that Harry doesn't mind that one bit. But... Cisco does have to admit he hasn't exactly been the most discreet, today. This isn't one of those late nights when they are the last ones here hours after everyone else has left.
So he holds up his hands in surrender, drawing in a long breath: ]
Alright alright, I get it. I'll get it under control.
[ He picks up one of the stray pins on the tabletop, ready to go back to work on the suit - but not before he shoos Harry away with a gesture. ]
[ Harrison eyes him idly. On the one hand, it had been flattering — flattering and annoying with how easily Cisco had allowed himself to get distracted. On the other hand, that was a part of his . . . well, charm in a way. He hadn't really been bothered beyond being idly concerned about subtlety. They hadn't mentioned anything to anyone and he intended to keep it that way for at least another few weeks if he had any say in that.
But that didn't mean they had to play strictly by the book.
With a sigh, he gives Cisco a quick nod and pulls back, pushing himself out of the chair and making his way to the door to the workshop. He idly turns the lock in place with a click, shifting his attention back towards Cisco with a smirk. ]
Cisco looks up from the suit quickly at the sound of the lock turning, eyes flicking quickly between the door and Harry's smirk, and it only takes him a second to get it. He had been willing to avert his eyes, to try to get back to work if that was really what Harry preferred. But this? This is much,much better.
Cisco's face breaks into a smile that is a little too bright and too broad to be called mischievous. It's not really the sneaking around that he likes - he can take that or leave it - but the fact that Harry actually wants him. That, workaholic though he is, Harry's willing to set his tasks aside, all because Cisco's in a mood.
Someone more sophisticated than Cisco might make Harry work for it, might match him smirk for smirk, but that's not how Cisco is. Instead he is all undisguised eagerness, beaming at Harry, letting his eyes run up and down him and appreciate all over again just how well those new clothes fit. ]
You really do look great in that.
[ There's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before, prurient but also fond. ]
[ He takes a moment to lean against the door, letting Cisco take it all in. Just like he thought — simultaneously flattering and annoying. But he can't be all that annoyed when he looks at him like that, eyes all lit up. So instead, Harrison murmurs: ]
You've never seen me like this before. [ A beat, and then he clears his throat and speaks up as he approaches him. ] I used to look like this all the time, you know. Before I came to this Earth.
[ At that, he pulls his chair back over near him and sits again. Despite how polished and professional he looks, his posture indicates otherwise — casual, leaning to one side, a devil-may-care smirk playing at his face, more true to who he actually is than his appearance may suggest. He gives Cisco a onceover, resting his chin on his hand briefly as he props his elbow up on the arm of his chair. ]
That's why it took Allen's doppelganger a moment to recognize me.
[ But he didn't lock the door so they could just talk. Harrison reaches out with one of his legs as he speaks, hooking his foot on Cisco's chair to pull it in closer. ]
[ Something about that lopsided, rakish smile, combined with the way Harry is slouching, makes Cisco's stomach do a flip. Which is nothing compared to the way Harry looks at him after, and now that he's the object of scrutiny Cisco can't help shifting, part pleased, part self-conscious. It registers that Harry is saying something about looking like this all the time on Earth-2, and Cisco can only think, the people of Earth-2 are lucky.
But he can't bring himself to be jealous of them when he's the one who gets to see Harry like this, now. The one whose eyes linger around the collar of that shirt as Harry pulls him closer, lazily, flirtatiously. So Cisco leans forward, gripping the arm of Harry's chair and pulling him forward, too. ]
Harry...
[ Cisco only says his name, but there is still plenty in it. It's different to how he says it when anyone else is around, different to how he says it when he's just getting his attention or asking a question about work. He says the name Harry like he's savoring it; Cisco's dark eyes flick down to Harry's mouth and a moment later he kisses him, one hand coming up to rest lightly against Harry's chest. ]
[ When Cisco pulls him in closer, when he leans in, Harrison draws a hand up and around, resting it at the base of his head and threading his fingers in Cisco's hair. He's kissing him back slowly, deeply, taking his time with it. Right now, they have all the time in the world. They may have made progress on their work for today but no one else knows that, not yet. There's no risk of being interrupted for a good long while and Harrison seems more than well aware of that, lacking any of the self-consciousness that seemed to linger the first time they kissed in here weeks ago.
So maybe he was just teasing a bit earlier, when he'd sworn off messing around with him in the workshop in passing. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done it and certainly not the last either. But there had been a practical side to it as well; namely, the fact that the rolling chairs and the various knick-knacks throughout the workshop didn't make for the . . . safest environment, something that quietly nestles in the back of his head amidst the distractions that are the feel of Cisco's hair between his fingers, his proximity as he moves in closer, his lips—
In one fluid movement, Harrison shifts his foot under one of the bars on Cisco's chair as he rests his free hand on the other chair's arm rest, and then pushes them both back until his chair is stopped by his desk — his mostly empty desk, save for some non-essential paperwork. He keeps his foot in place so that no uninvited chair shenanigans will occur and, with that gnawing concern now satisfied, shifts his full attention back to Cisco. ]
[ It seems like a recipe for disaster when Harry sets both their chairs to rolling, but Cisco just lets his head fall back as he laughs. But that laugh quickly gets cut off when the two of them are still once more. Cisco sees the way Harry's anchored them together with his foot, likes knowing that he's not planning on going anywhere soon.
Which leaves Cisco free to be even bolder. He lets his hand come up to Harry's shoulder, running over it before trailing down his arm, fingertips dipping inside the cuff of the sleeve to brush the inside of Harry's wrist. Then he moves his hand back to Harry's chest, to the topmost button that is actually fastened. Or, that was fastened. Cisco unhooks the button with an easy little press of his fingers and then says, with an obviously false sincerity. ]
Just admiring the quality. The amount of time I spent sewing these days, I'm starting to get a real appreciation for a good... stitch.
[ He's not really sure what he wants that to be innuendo for, but with the way he says it, it's pretty clear he's not just talking about clothing. Cisco brings his mouth to Harry's once more, kissing him in that half-playful, half-urgent way of his. ]
[ Quality, huh. Harrison glances over at Cisco with half-lidded eyes, knowing damn well that it isn't the quality of the suit he's admiring necessarily. He lifts a hand to Cisco's, resting it on top of his — an intimate gesture, but also to keep him from taking that a step further. Not that he would have minded much, really, but maybe an inch or two to the right of his hand rests a dull scar from a gunshot wound while a couple inches to the left are several still-healing burn marks and puncture wounds — which in his book are all more of a turn-off and a mood killer than anything. And it had taken them enough time to build up to this.
He gives him a mild smirk before pulling him in, meeting him every step of the way. He only manages to growl out a few words between breaths. ]
A real . . . appreciation, huh.
[ It's huffy and incredulous, but there's a playful air to it too, one that's almost unlike him. ]
Mm, well, you know me. [ Cisco intersperses the words with kisses. ] When I like something I can get very... very enthusiastic.
[ Cisco wags his eyebrows, just enough to make it clear he's talking far more about appreciating the man inside the suit than the suit itself. Harry already knows by now how ardent Cisco can be. With Eobard, Cisco had been more nervous, more unsure, had tried to downplay his reactions, to attenuate the intensity of what he thought and felt. He's done doing that. If Harry finds him too intense at times, that's on Harry, not on Cisco.
But all the same, he can take the hint from Harry's hand. He stops undoing buttons and instead spreads his palm flat against Harry's sternum, fingers splayed. It's a good anchor for him as he tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss, knocking Harry's glasses ever so slightly askew. Cisco pulls away only only enough to pluck them off Harry's face and set them on the desk before he is kissing him again, drawing Harry's lower lip between his teeth playfully. ]
[ When Cisco wags his eyebrows at him, Harrison responds with an exaggerated eye roll and pulls him in closer, rolling chairs be damned. ]
Enthusiastic.
[ He lets out a huff at that, sliding one hand up his back, steadying him when he shifts to pull off his glasses. Even when locked into place like this, their positioning is still precarious. But Harrison can't bring himself to care too much about that right now. His lip curls and he sucks in a bit of air, both surprised and pleased at that, hand shifting down towards his lower back, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt as he murmurs, breath hot against his lips. ]
[ Cisco wants to sass him back for that comment, opens his mouth to do so, but any harsh words he might have uttered would be seriously undercut by the fact that he sees that smirk and the way it changes Harry's face and shivers. He doesn't know how Harry does it: how he can be so annoying and so fucking sexy at the very same time. Regardless of how he accomplishes it, it's clear from the flush on Cisco's cheeks and the way he leans into the the touch at his back that some part of him really enjoys that arrogance.
And this is something that he knows by now amuses Harry - that the one foolproof way to get Cisco to stop arguing back is to kiss him. It's a little embarrassing, how quickly he becomes putty in Harry's hands. Cisco trails kisses from Harry's mouth to his jaw to his neck before he mutters: ]
God you drive me crazy sometimes.
[ It's not entirely clear whether he means Harry drives him crazy with irritation because of his demeanor, or whether he means Harry drives him crazy by being too attractive in his presence. The truth is somewhere between the two, anyway. ]
[ He feels how Cisco reacts to his touch, which only makes the ridiculously smug smirk on his face grow. Slowly, he draws his hand across skin until it comes to rest on his lower back, fingers starting to curl around his side and holding him there firmly without putting too much pressure there. With a huffy laugh, he leans in to Cisco's kissing, managing to look even more smug when he mutters his response. ]
I know.
[ How could he not know at this point is the real question. He'd seen it before; he'd tried avoiding anything happening between them for weeks, maybe months before that ill-fated night in this very workshop. Now it all seems so— pointless. To hell with it, why didn't he do this sooner? Besides the fact that some part of him was still punishing himself for Jesse, for Garrick, for everything that had happened on his Earth, of course.
And that thought causes him to sober briefly, like a bucket of cold water tossed over his head. He keeps one hand where it is on his back, turning his gaze down towards Cisco as the smirk, the one that had been infuriating only seconds ago, slips off his face. It's a brief moment, lasting for only seconds at most, before he lets out another huff and presses onward, dipping his head to kiss him again, almost desperately this time. ]
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[ The retort is somewhat robbed of its sting by the fact that it's muffled against Cisco's hand. He presses a thumb over it, puts pressure and waits for it to stop bleeding. It's not the actual pinprick that bothers him - he's scratched and scraped and banged and burned his hands in this workshop regularly. It's the indignity of doing so because he was distracted by staring at Harry's legs from across the room. ]
I would think you'd be flattered. [ Irritation and embarrassment are laced through the words, even as Cisco can't help noticing that stern and unimpressed is not the worst look on Harry, in that outfit.
God, what is wrong with him today? ]
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[ And as if that wasn't said plainly enough: ]
For the record, I'm not getting you off in any of the workshops or labs here, Ramon.
[ Because of all things, of course Harrison Wells would be mildly concerned about lab safety. He rests an elbow on the arm of his chair, leaning to one side as he tilts his head at Cisco, looking mildly amused — it's clear he's not too serious about all of that or if he is, well. It's still pretty damn funny to him. He takes his glasses off and cleans them quickly with the hem of his suit jacket, a smirk playing at his lips. ]
But I am. Flattered, of course. I'd be more flattered if we'd get any work done today.
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[ After all, they had had their first kiss here at S.T.A.R. Labs. In this very workshop, in fact. In these very chairs. At the time there had been arguing and awkwardness, but now Cisco can't help thinking back to the non-disappointing parts of that night. How great it had been to finally just kiss Harry, and feel him kiss back, to know that he was interested, that Cisco hadn't been fooling himself. ]
I've totally gotten work done. Lots of it. [ A beat, and then: ] Well, enough of it anyway.
[ There really must be something in the air. It can't possibly just be the change of wardrobe that makes Cisco so susceptible to something as small as that smirk, as Harry cleaning off his damn glasses, the same way he's done a couple hundred times before. ]
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. . . and then again, not nearly as much as he'd thought it would be. When he speaks again, it's in a dry tone: ]
I'll consider it.
[ Cryptic as always, but that's as good as a "maybe later" from him and he knows Cisco knows it. Or probably has some idea, anyway. Enough of one. He slips his glasses back on, glancing over at his desk. ]
Really? Show me.
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Barry had once asked him if he was ever going to be done tweaking the suit, and Cisco had laughed. Because of course not. He fully intended to keep making as many adjustments - tiny ones, huge ones - as he needed to, to make Barry's life a little bit safer every day. ]
- so, see? Work. Done. Even with you distracting me.
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I'm not distracting you, Ramon. [ A beat. ] Unless you're suggesting that it's my fault you can't seem to control your urges because I chose to dress properly today. Which, I should add, is ludicrous.
[ His tone suggests that there's a right answer and a wrong answer. Choose wisely. ]
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...Well sure when you put it like that it sounds bad.
[ He lets his head fall to the side a few degrees, eyes narrowing, trying to gauge how serious Harry is being right now. He'd better at reading Harry than he used to be, but he still has his moment of being completely inscrutable. Is he really bothered, by Cisco's behavior right now? Cisco's instincts tell him that Harry can't be, and yet he's been wrong before. He doubts it is the attention itself - he knows by now that Harry doesn't mind that one bit. But... Cisco does have to admit he hasn't exactly been the most discreet, today. This isn't one of those late nights when they are the last ones here hours after everyone else has left.
So he holds up his hands in surrender, drawing in a long breath: ]
Alright alright, I get it. I'll get it under control.
[ He picks up one of the stray pins on the tabletop, ready to go back to work on the suit - but not before he shoos Harry away with a gesture. ]
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But that didn't mean they had to play strictly by the book.
With a sigh, he gives Cisco a quick nod and pulls back, pushing himself out of the chair and making his way to the door to the workshop. He idly turns the lock in place with a click, shifting his attention back towards Cisco with a smirk. ]
Be more intelligent about it at least, Ramon.
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Cisco looks up from the suit quickly at the sound of the lock turning, eyes flicking quickly between the door and Harry's smirk, and it only takes him a second to get it. He had been willing to avert his eyes, to try to get back to work if that was really what Harry preferred. But this? This is much,much better.
Cisco's face breaks into a smile that is a little too bright and too broad to be called mischievous. It's not really the sneaking around that he likes - he can take that or leave it - but the fact that Harry actually wants him. That, workaholic though he is, Harry's willing to set his tasks aside, all because Cisco's in a mood.
Someone more sophisticated than Cisco might make Harry work for it, might match him smirk for smirk, but that's not how Cisco is. Instead he is all undisguised eagerness, beaming at Harry, letting his eyes run up and down him and appreciate all over again just how well those new clothes fit. ]
You really do look great in that.
[ There's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before, prurient but also fond. ]
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You've never seen me like this before. [ A beat, and then he clears his throat and speaks up as he approaches him. ] I used to look like this all the time, you know. Before I came to this Earth.
[ At that, he pulls his chair back over near him and sits again. Despite how polished and professional he looks, his posture indicates otherwise — casual, leaning to one side, a devil-may-care smirk playing at his face, more true to who he actually is than his appearance may suggest. He gives Cisco a onceover, resting his chin on his hand briefly as he props his elbow up on the arm of his chair. ]
That's why it took Allen's doppelganger a moment to recognize me.
[ But he didn't lock the door so they could just talk. Harrison reaches out with one of his legs as he speaks, hooking his foot on Cisco's chair to pull it in closer. ]
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But he can't bring himself to be jealous of them when he's the one who gets to see Harry like this, now. The one whose eyes linger around the collar of that shirt as Harry pulls him closer, lazily, flirtatiously. So Cisco leans forward, gripping the arm of Harry's chair and pulling him forward, too. ]
Harry...
[ Cisco only says his name, but there is still plenty in it. It's different to how he says it when anyone else is around, different to how he says it when he's just getting his attention or asking a question about work. He says the name Harry like he's savoring it; Cisco's dark eyes flick down to Harry's mouth and a moment later he kisses him, one hand coming up to rest lightly against Harry's chest. ]
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So maybe he was just teasing a bit earlier, when he'd sworn off messing around with him in the workshop in passing. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done it and certainly not the last either. But there had been a practical side to it as well; namely, the fact that the rolling chairs and the various knick-knacks throughout the workshop didn't make for the . . . safest environment, something that quietly nestles in the back of his head amidst the distractions that are the feel of Cisco's hair between his fingers, his proximity as he moves in closer, his lips—
In one fluid movement, Harrison shifts his foot under one of the bars on Cisco's chair as he rests his free hand on the other chair's arm rest, and then pushes them both back until his chair is stopped by his desk — his mostly empty desk, save for some non-essential paperwork. He keeps his foot in place so that no uninvited chair shenanigans will occur and, with that gnawing concern now satisfied, shifts his full attention back to Cisco. ]
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Which leaves Cisco free to be even bolder. He lets his hand come up to Harry's shoulder, running over it before trailing down his arm, fingertips dipping inside the cuff of the sleeve to brush the inside of Harry's wrist. Then he moves his hand back to Harry's chest, to the topmost button that is actually fastened. Or, that was fastened. Cisco unhooks the button with an easy little press of his fingers and then says, with an obviously false sincerity. ]
Just admiring the quality. The amount of time I spent sewing these days, I'm starting to get a real appreciation for a good... stitch.
[ He's not really sure what he wants that to be innuendo for, but with the way he says it, it's pretty clear he's not just talking about clothing. Cisco brings his mouth to Harry's once more, kissing him in that half-playful, half-urgent way of his. ]
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He gives him a mild smirk before pulling him in, meeting him every step of the way. He only manages to growl out a few words between breaths. ]
A real . . . appreciation, huh.
[ It's huffy and incredulous, but there's a playful air to it too, one that's almost unlike him. ]
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[ Cisco wags his eyebrows, just enough to make it clear he's talking far more about appreciating the man inside the suit than the suit itself. Harry already knows by now how ardent Cisco can be. With Eobard, Cisco had been more nervous, more unsure, had tried to downplay his reactions, to attenuate the intensity of what he thought and felt. He's done doing that. If Harry finds him too intense at times, that's on Harry, not on Cisco.
But all the same, he can take the hint from Harry's hand. He stops undoing buttons and instead spreads his palm flat against Harry's sternum, fingers splayed. It's a good anchor for him as he tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss, knocking Harry's glasses ever so slightly askew. Cisco pulls away only only enough to pluck them off Harry's face and set them on the desk before he is kissing him again, drawing Harry's lower lip between his teeth playfully. ]
I guess you do have a sense of style after all...
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Enthusiastic.
[ He lets out a huff at that, sliding one hand up his back, steadying him when he shifts to pull off his glasses. Even when locked into place like this, their positioning is still precarious. But Harrison can't bring himself to care too much about that right now. His lip curls and he sucks in a bit of air, both surprised and pleased at that, hand shifting down towards his lower back, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt as he murmurs, breath hot against his lips. ]
Better than you.
[ A smirk plays at his face at that. ]
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And this is something that he knows by now amuses Harry - that the one foolproof way to get Cisco to stop arguing back is to kiss him. It's a little embarrassing, how quickly he becomes putty in Harry's hands. Cisco trails kisses from Harry's mouth to his jaw to his neck before he mutters: ]
God you drive me crazy sometimes.
[ It's not entirely clear whether he means Harry drives him crazy with irritation because of his demeanor, or whether he means Harry drives him crazy by being too attractive in his presence. The truth is somewhere between the two, anyway. ]
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I know.
[ How could he not know at this point is the real question. He'd seen it before; he'd tried avoiding anything happening between them for weeks, maybe months before that ill-fated night in this very workshop. Now it all seems so— pointless. To hell with it, why didn't he do this sooner? Besides the fact that some part of him was still punishing himself for Jesse, for Garrick, for everything that had happened on his Earth, of course.
And that thought causes him to sober briefly, like a bucket of cold water tossed over his head. He keeps one hand where it is on his back, turning his gaze down towards Cisco as the smirk, the one that had been infuriating only seconds ago, slips off his face. It's a brief moment, lasting for only seconds at most, before he lets out another huff and presses onward, dipping his head to kiss him again, almost desperately this time. ]