Barry takes in the answer and has to keep looking outside because his own imagination was now beginning to taint the good Midwestern boy’s mind. He hadn’t always been like this, especially around Hal, his best friend, but something as of late had driven him to this line of thinking more and more frequently. Perhaps it was just time he found someone to get to know, a bit more intimately that is.
But he has to admit, the idea of Hal wearing only briefs under his suit has him thinking hard.
“Really? I almost find that hard to believe. I think I’ve even heard of Bruce doing it once or twice,” though that was just something he’d heard via Wally who’d probably heard it from Dick. “I mean I have,” he finally states. He’s not about to confess as to how often he does it, but he does. It’s not something that he does out of any sort of carnal need, it’s just simply easier to run when he doesn’t need to worry about chaffing. Sometimes he doesn’t have any clean pair of briefs suitable for running in, so free-balling is the option he’s forced to fall back upon. “Yeah I suppose that’s a good fear to have,” he admits. And yeah, he’d had a close call once where he’d been knocked back and there’d been a rip a little too close to his groin, but it’s not like he slowed down enough for anyone to see anything anyhow. “Maybe not, but it does rip,” he offers as a counterpoint with a slight shrug.
The shade of red Barry turns when Hal begins to speak, to really get into what he’s saying, well, it would rival his own suit. He’s almost sputtering a reply, trying and failing to cut the other off before he hears far too much. Yeah, Hal didn’t just fill him with enough material to enjoy for the week. And it’s not like he needs to use much of his imagination either. They’d been friends for years, shared rooms when going out of town, hit the gym together, neared death together; there’s not much of Hal that Barry hadn’t seen before. Including his business below the belt. So the whole imagination thing? Well it wasn’t going to be too difficult when he knew what the other was working with. Now all he really had to deal with was the fact that he was already planning on pleasuring himself to the image of Hal doing the same; this on top of just working one out of his system in his best friend’s shower.
Though he’d honestly rather enjoy the company of his friend’s hand. But he’d never admit that to Hal.
The pinch to his cheek has him reacting, recoiling a bit when the coolness of the digits doing the pinching hit his already flushed and hot skin. Except they’re not cold, are they, no, they’re burning, searing. His skin alights with a renewed flame under their touch, as if the very contact was scalding his skin. “I’m not a virgin,” the blond suddenly mumbles in an effort to explain his sudden redness. “I may not be as experienced as you, but I think in my 30 odd years I’ve had sex more than a few times.” He’s had kids even, but that’s beside the point. Barry knew that he knew what he was doing, so he needn’t take any shame in that sense.
Hal’s story is so nonchalant as he tells it, but it brings something else to Barry’s mind. And for once, his mouth moves faster than he process, before he can filter himself. “Would you ever do it again?” he blurts out before he can catch himself. Clearing his throat Barry looks back down to the hand gently stroking his arm, an act in and of itself questionable. “I mean like, if the opportunity arose, would you have sex with a guy again? Friend or not, just trying to figure you out, Hal. Or was the experimenting just that? It’s a bit of news to hear your friend you thought you knew better than anyone has slept with a guy, so….” he trails off. “I guess I’m just asking if you’re bi or if it was a one time thing. Not that I care either way,” he blurts, getting instantly defensive. “I mean I know the Midwest isn’t the most forward thinking but I don’t have a problem with it at all, I’m just… curious? Yeah, curious I suppose.”
The second the slice is offered it disappears, another crust adding itself to the pile already amassed on his plate. His cheeks stain a slight red, his own embarrassment coming forth. He wouldn’t turn down free pizza, not at all, ever. But he did feel bad he did it so quickly. “I’m fine without the sweets, honestly. Not too worried about them, especially after pizza.”
“Bruce? You mean the Bruce Wayne? Going on missions with his outfit but no underwear? Bar, you must be joking. Please, tell me you are.” Hal chuckled, trying not to laugh so hard. But, his eyebrows cocked when Barry confessed he also had the same habit, and he smirked, resting his chin on his palms. “That’s easy, tho. You don’t have to worry about getting naked in the middle of a battle. It’s just... weird to think you guys can do it with no problem, but...” He shrugged, giving Barry a witty smile. “... I guess I’d do the same thing if I could. No big deal for you both, of course. It’s just interesting to imagine Bruce with no underwear, fighting the criminals.” Hal released a laugh, clapping his hands. “I can’t stop imagine it anymore. Thanks, Bar. Now, enjoy your freedom of underwear. Right now, I’m not using any, but that’s because my clothes won’t vanish all of a sudden.”
Hal, though, did notice Barry’s face getting red, and he watched the man for a moment, while he talked about himself not being a virgin. Hal knew when someone was interested in him. He caught the message few minutes ago, and he only pretended not to notice Barry’s interest because it was fun to watch him getting embarrassed. But, the question was, since when? Was it an old interest? Recent? Only a sudden desire? Hal would love to know more about it, but he wouldn’t push his friend to an awkward situation. If the moment allowed them to talk about each other, so be it.
“Not saying you’re a virgin, Bar. I know you have experience with masturbation and sex, as much as I do.” And he wasn’t mocking him this time, but it sounded like he was. “Just saying that you can know yourself better when you touch your own body. It’s important during sex with a partner. You’ll be able to tell him exactly what you like without stepping into awkward territory. For instance, you’re not sure about anal sex, but you allow your partner to fuck you. You don’t enjoy it, and nobody gets happy.“ He explained, placing a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “You know what I’m saying?”
Hal’s lips spread into a smile when Barry made that question. And, he knew his friend was trying to cover it with new sentences, but it was clear Barry had a certain crush on him. “Hey, man... it’s fine. You can ask me anything you want, and you don’t have to give me any excuses. Anyway, yes, I’m bi. I rarely sleep with men, but only because the guys in Coast City are too macho or closeted homosexuals or bi. They are pretty hard to find, and they usually think I’m straight. I think. Also, I don’t like going to gay bars, not because I’m afraid of getting caught by someone, and this someone goes tell everybody I’m gay, no. It’s mostly because I can’t stand the songs.” He chuckled at his own comment, shrugging. “And, also... I have a type. Very specific. I’m pretty demanding.” Nodding at Barry, he leaned back against the chair, bringing his hands to the back of his head. “So, answering your question, yep. I’d do it again, no question.”
His eyes went to Barry’s plate, and he found curious that his friend left the crusts. “You sure about the sweets? Okay, then. Let me check, at least, if I have some peanut butter and jam to make some sandwiches for you. I probably have them...” Probably. He stood up from his chair, and touched Barry’s shoulder lightly, fingers running on his neck before he pulled them away to walk to the other side of the kitchen.
He wondered how Barry would react to that touch. Getting the jars, and some bread, he came back to the table, and rested the things on it. “There you go, buddy. Sorry for the lack of food, I promise you next time I’ll get you something better.” He never did it.
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