Summary: Cisco likes to wrap himself up in blankets, much to Harry's amusement.
(Or five times Cisco turned himself into a blanket burrito and one time it was Harry.)
Notes: 5+1 things
For the Harrisco Fest prompt - Blanket Burrito
Warm and Comfy
One
The first time Harry stayed the night in Cisco's apartment, they fell asleep together curled up under the sheets. Too exhausted to do anything other than sleep after the difficult day they had.
Harry woke up with Cisco's face pressed against his shoulder and a fond warmth curled in his stomach at the sight. Harry'd deny it, but he's always been a cuddler. So waking up like this, getting to have the man he was very much in love with snuggled against him like this...
He could get used to this far too easily.
But Harry's a morning person. And Cisco very much isn't. When Harry inevitably has to get up to go through the bathroom, he comes back to find Cisco starfished out on the bed. So instead of getting back into bed for more cuddles, Harry went to make breakfast.
The smell of eggs and coffee lures Cisco to wakefulness and he zombie walks out of the bedroom with a fluffy blanket wrapped around him and plopped onto the couch.
"Are you going to be able to eat, all wrapped up like that?" Harry teased, bringing over a cup of coffee to set in front of Cisco.
A mumbling noise emerged from the blanket burrito.
"Come on, Cisco. I made you coffee."
More mumbling.
Harry went back into the kitchen and brought out his coffee next, followed by the scrambled eggs.
"Come on, sleepy," Harry said, sitting down beside Cisco and gently extracting his face from the blanket so he could press a kiss against Cisco's forehead. "Coffee."
"Mmkay." Cisco leaned against Harry. "Mmm sleepy."
"You're adorable," Harry muttered, pressing another kiss to Cisco's forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart."
"Morning, Harry." Cisco tilted his head up and met Harry's lips with his own. "Coffee?" he muttered afterwards, reluctantly shaking off enough of the blanket to free his arms.
"Right by the plate," Harry said, gesturing.
"Thank you," Cisco said as he picked up the mug, inhaling the aroma deeply as he pressed it against his chest.
Harry thought he could have every morning be just like this one and it'd never grow old.
Two
There was a blanket burrito on the couch in the break room. Given that Harry's been looking for Cisco, he suspects that is who he'll find inside the quilt.
"Still cold?" Harry asked as he came over and perched on the arm rest on the far side of the couch where, indeed, Cisco's head stuck out of the top of the blanket. Just enough for Harry to pet the long, soft strands.
"Mostly warmed up," Cisco said, looking up and poking his nose and mouth out of the cocoon. "Super heroing in the snow sucks." He smiled up at Harry. "You know what would warm me up faster?"
"What's that?"
Cisco struggled to sit up. "A nice warm Harry to snuggle with."
Harry grinned and stood up, helping Cisco up too. Then he laid down on the couch - a bit awkwardly, it was too short for him - and then wrapped his arms around Cisco, spooning his boyfriend, as he laid down too, draping his quilt over both of them.
"Better?" Harry asked softly, nuzzling his nose against that soft hair.
"Much better," Cisco agreed.
Three
"Cisco," Harry tried to sound annoyed, but he's pretty sure he only managed amused. "We still have unpacking to do."
There were boxes all over the condo. Boxes full of Cisco and Harry's stuff. Because this was their place. Their home together.
Technically Harry still had his house on Earth 2, but that was more a vacation spot now. Jesse had a place of her own now too and since Harry's life was primarily on Earth 1 now, since he'd officially retired on Earth 2...
This was his home now. Well... Cisco was his home, but that made this place where they both lived their home too.
But first they needed to finish unpacking...
"Break time," Cisco called.
Harry followed the sound of Cisco's voice to the large couch they'd purchased before their move in date. It was long enough to comfortably fit Harry's long, lanky frame and wide enough for them both to cuddle comfortably on it. Unsurprisingly, Cisco's wrapped up in a blanket burrito - one of the quilts Cisco had made himself from Star Wars themed t-shirts and fabric.
"Oh, really. Break time?" he echoed.
"Break time," Cisco replied firmly. "We've unpacked the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. We deserve a some cuddle time."
Harry smiled in amusement and urged Cisco to sit up for a moment so he could settle on to the couch with Cisco's head on his lap. Then he grabbed the tv remote. "We'll need to get the computer with the media server set up next. We can watch Star Wars in bed tonight that way."
"Good plan," Cisco agreed, sounding sleepy as Harry started absently stroking his hair.
For now, Harry settled on Netflix, putting on a show at Cisco's recommendation.
This was home now. Every morning and night. Every day off from work. His home with Cisco...
Harry smiled in contentment, watching Cisco far more than the show.
Four
Following the sound of Cisco's sniffling, Harry found him curled up on their couch. Blanket burrito-ed for comfort. Today was Dante's birthday and Cisco had gone to see his parents that morning.
It didn't go well.
The Ramons did not approve of Cisco moving in with a man so much older than him. They'd made their dislike of Harry quite clear, but he'd hoped that on today of all days...
Dante's death still weighed heavily on Cisco. He'd never actually said he blamed himself, for not vibing the accident before it happened. But it was written in the weight on his shoulders, the pain in his eyes, the way Cisco reacted to his powers on days when his grief was heavier on his mind.
He came home before lunch, far earlier than Cisco had said he'd be back, with tear stained tracks running still on his cheeks. Cisco hadn't wanted to talk about it, though, so they had lunch and Cisco had put on a brave face and insisted on helping Harry out with the yard work. They were pulling up the overgrown patch of weeds the previous owner - and the realtor - had generously referred to as a garden.
The plan was flowers in the back of their small yard, a little covered vegetable patch by the back door, and a patio with a swing they could sit out on in the evenings. If there was enough room once they had the swing in place, they might even fit a small two person hot tub too.
But Cisco had been listless, staring into the distance more than actually working. So Harry'd sent him inside to shower off, promising Cisco he'd be inside in about a half hour too.
"Hey sweetheart," Harry had worn gloves outside, so his hands were mostly clean. But he didn't want to risk getting dirt on Cisco's clean, damp hair. "What do you need?"
"I just... hold me?" Cisco wrinkled his nose. "Wash first and then hold me."
"Alright. I'll be back in a few." Harry leaned over and kissed Cisco's forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Five
Cisco tossed the tissue paper aside and pulled the blanket from the bag. And proceeded to crack up.
"It's a tortilla blanket," Harry confirmed. "Only the best for my little blanket burrito."
"Hey!" Cisco threw the blanket at Harry's face, though he caught it. "I'm not little."
"Tiny."
This time a couch pillow was tossed. And caught.
"Short."
Another couch pillow, which Harry caught with a smirk and tossed back with laugh.
"My favorite little burrito," Harry grabbed the blanket and shook it out. "It's soft," he added with a taunt.
"Ugh, hand it over." Cisco stood up and snatched the circular blanket away, deftly wrapping himself up in it. "Very soft," he purred, waggling his eyebrows at Harry. "You're mean, but I still want my cuddles. Get over here."
Harry scrambled off the chair to go sit with Cisco on the couch. "Perfect size for me to do this," Harry teased, dragging Cisco over to wrap his arms around and rest his chin atop Cisco's head.
"Harry!" Cisco grumbled, pouting.
"You love it."
"Well, I do like being all warm and comfy with you," Cisco agreed, curling closer to Harry's chest.
Plus One
Cisco took the thermometer from Harry's mouth. "Ninety-nine point six degrees. Looks like your fever's finally coming down. How's my little blanket burrito feeling?"
Harry tugged the Star Wars quilt around himself more tightly. In a nasally, sad tone, he grumbled, "I still cand bweathe through by doze."
"Looks like you're out of Kleenex. I'll go grab you another box. And empty the trashcan," Cisco said, grabbing the little metal can he'd brought out from where it usually sat in the bathroom. "Think you'll have an appetite when dinner time rolls around?"
"Chicken soup?" Harry asked, nodding slowly.
"Yeah. Got it simmering in the slow cooker right now, actually. Joe sent me his recipe." Cisco took a moment to disappear into the kitchen, dumping the small mountain of wadded up tissue into the larger kitchen trashcan. Then he headed over to the laundry room where they stored the spare boxes of Kleenex, paper towels, and toilet paper. He grabbed what looked to be their last box - he'd have to add Kleenex to their grocery list.
Returning to the living room, Cisco plunked the trashcan back down by the couch and the tissue box on the coffee table. Then he sat down on the arm of the couch, carding his fingers through Harry's curls. Much as Harry loved getting to play with Cisco's hair, Cisco loved getting chances to do the same with Harry.
Harry leaned into the touch for a long moment, then sat up quickly, grabbing a tissue in order to sneeze into it, blanket falling around his waist.
"So, Jesse sent a message today; she's gonna drop by Earth 3 to see Jay and Joan before coming here a night early when she visits this weekend. I think you'll be feeling better by then."
A smile appeared on Harry's face. "It'll be nice having her stay here. It'll be her first time seeing the place after she helped bring all my boxes over from the old house," he said, voice clearer now that his sinuses were - temporarily anyway - all sneezed out.
"Yup," Cisco grinned too. Jesse had been called away that time to deal with a meta with acid based powers, though she'd wrapped it up quickly enough that Harry barely had any time to worry about her. "I think she'll like the guest room, you decorated it with her in mind."
Harry wrapped himself back up in the blanket, curling up on the couch again and pressing the top of his head against Cisco's hand like a cat.
Chuckling softly, Cisco took the hint and started dragging his fingers through Harry's curls again.
