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(AU - no superheroes/villains)
Harrison looked up from their shared chess game when Hartley took too long to respond. Not that they usually played at light-speed or anything, but his adopted son was normally quicker off the bat than this. When he saw his opponent he sighed pointedly.
“Hartley. Hartley” He snapped his fingers. The other man’s chair legs made contact with the floor again, as opposed to a few seconds ago, when Hartley had been leaning back on both legs, distracted by something outside the left window. Hartley started.
“What is he doing now?” His father asked, resigned to the botched game now. Hartley’s fascination with the man living in the apartment block beside theirs was a constant source of consternation for him; he was normally very well behaved, but the neighbour seemed to bring out the wastrel in him.
“Hmmm, apparently he’s walking around naked” Harrison barely avoided choking on air. It then occurred to him what Hartley had been so preoccupied with. Only his iron control stopped him from flushing.
“Hartley” He said again, rubbing his face with his hand like he could scrub the mental image from his mind at the same time. The man across him shrugged, seemingly blasé about the entire situation, and moved a rook. The sloppy move showed Harrison that Hartley wasn’t as unaffected as he projected about the whole situation. Harrison also had the thought that he probably doesn’t want to look under the table at this point (and wasn’t that a horrifying thought).
“Who am I to complain if he wants to parade himself around like some kind of man-for-hire?”
“Alright, alright, I think I get the picture” He smiled a smile that was perhaps more a grimace than anything else and plucked his pieces off the board. Harrison set his king aside. “On that lovely thought, I think I will get going. Oh and by the way, Caitlin said she hopes you’re well”.
Hartley stood and accompanied him to the door, and delivered one last parting shot as Harrison made his way to the elevator.
“No she didn’t!”
If asked, Cisco’s favourite time of the day would be exactly 6:35pm. If pressed on why, he would probably flush and distract the asker with some baffling yet interesting scientific fact. What he wouldn’t say is that that was the time his neighbour finished his shower every day (and what kind of person finished their shower at exactly the same time every day?), and that he had a tendency to wander around naked afterwards. And when Cisco says naked, he means naked.
It was now 6:35pm and Cisco had the sudden desire to water his plants, which he just got recently and placed entirely coincidentally on the window shelf facing his neighbour’s living room window. Not that there was any coincidence in the first place, there was nothing to look forward to through this window in particular, he wasn’t so rude as to leer at-
“Cojeme” Cisco breathed as a very male, very naked body stepped into view, beads of water still hanging onto pale skin. His neighbour wandered around for a while, straightening crooked items on tables and pushing in chairs, occasionally bending over to pick up a stray object on the floor, and wow wasn’t this a view.
Not that Cisco was enjoying this.
The man disappeared for a moment before re-appearing with a glass of water, which he took his time drinking while staring at what was probably a TV out of Cisco’s line of view. The last of the water was drained into a tipped up jaw, throat bare and stretched, the warm summer sun casting an almost white glow onto his chest.
If he wanted any chance of avoiding hell, Cisco needed a lot of praying to make up for this little show.
In the other apartment the man finally dried himself off with a convenient towel. Cisco nearly felt disappointed, but not of course, because it was unethical to spy on naked neighbours which he wasn’t doing, he was just watering his plan-
Did he just wink at me?
Hello Hell, here I come.