Cisco could feel his face get hot, starting with his ears and quickly spreading throughout his neck and face. “No.” He looked down and dug his foot into the gravel, hoping the redness wasn’t noticeable. “You can’t keep saying all of these degrading things. It will just make me angry and probably will result in you on your ass or something being thrown at your ugly mug. Maybe even both.” Cisco said with a sly smile. “You never really know.”
Hartley smirked, reaching forward and stroking Cisco’s cheek. “It’s offensive when you say that my sexual preferences are degrading, Cisquito.”
Cisco tensed as Hartley’s hand came in contact with his face. “No, not your sexual preferences. Things about my mind being inferior and all that crap.” He sighed, just barely leaning into the man’s hand before pulling away.
Cisco backup 