#coldflashwaveweek2018

[blueelvewithwings]

Coldflashwaveweek 2018 - Day 1 - In the Dark

Len wakes up and wonders why it is so dark even with his eyes open.

//Warnings for blindness and disability. It’s still a sweet drabble though.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark. He could tell he was lying in a bed, very likely his own, and that was strange. He never closed the blinds at night, and even if he did there would still be some light coming in. There was nothing over his eyes, either, he could feel it. It was just… completely dark.

There was a hand in his, he could feel, familiar thick fingers entwined with his own long and slender ones. He gave Mick‘s hand a squeeze and turned his head towards him, squinting as he tried to see. If only his head would not be hurting as much.

He could hear Mick shuffling beside him, as if he was turning towards him, and then his other hand was on his cheek, and his breath on his face, as if he was leaning very close.

„Len? Are you awake?“

His voice sounded concerned, and concerned was never a good sound on Mick. By now Len had figured out that something was obviously wrong, why else would he be lying in the dark, with his eyes open, and Mick holding his hand? Mick never held his hand. Or at least he pretended to never hold his hand.

„What happened?“ he asked, wincing a bit at the way his face started hurting when he spoke. Before he started speaking, Mick caressed the back of his hand, as if to soothe him, as if to brush his pain away.

„Cop got you in the face with a good punch. Knocked you right out. Hit your head pretty hard, falling face first on that table, and...“

Things were never good when Mick trailed off like that. He wasn‘t one for half measures, he‘d say things or he wouldn‘t even start in the first place.

Slowly, the previous events came back to him. Mick and him in a storage hall, the alarm going off, police. He remembered thinking of their first gig, and how that had gone tits up as well. Then cops, storming in, fists flying. Why they hadn‘t had their guns with him, he couldn‘t even recall at that moment. He must have hit his head pretty hard. And then a fist, flying towards him, ducking away, trying to twist, but another cop behind him, swinging his fist with a gun still in it, plastic and metal connecting harshly with his head. Pain exploding in his head, the table coming nearer, those precious little capsules that would release their acid upon being crushed on the tabletop. More pain on his face, his nose crunching, his eyes burning… then darkness.

„And?“ he prompted, hoping his voice sounded steadier than it sounded like inside his head.

„And the capsules worked.“

Blunt as that, just like he was, his beloved Mick. He nodded, squeezing Mick‘s hand again. It didn‘t need spelling out then, the rest. That things would never be like before. That he‘d be blind. That his face was likely covered in acid burns – or not, maybe it was mainly the eyes. He felt too numb to care, he didn‘t even feel pain anymore. Probably the shock. Or really good painkillers.

So this was to be it then. It made him sad to know that he‘d never see Mick again, or Barry.

Barry.

If Barry would even want him anymore. He wasn‘t really an asset to have then, anymore, blind, without use of his skills. Because what was a thief without his sight? How would he even be able to so much as point a gun at the correct spot, see if anyone was coming, drive a car… what did he have to offer to Barry if all he was was a crippled ex-criminal that couldn‘t so much as swipe Barry‘s pocket anymore to then go buy him a coffee from the money he just stole.

Mick would stay with him, he was sure of that. They had been through so much together. But Barry… what they had with Barry was still new, and Len… Len was never the sentimental type, but he had gotten attached to their speedster, and he didn‘t want to lose him.

„Where‘s Barry?“ he asked Mick, turning his head to give some semblance of looking at his partner, hoping it wouldn‘t make him cringe. Maybe Mick would prefer Len to not look at him… but then Mick had never minded battle scars.

„And where are we?“ After all, he thought, if that cop had knocked him out by all means he should be on his way to Iron Heights now. If not already there, tossed in a cell. Or maybe in the Hospital Wing first, if he was lucky. Chained to his bed, or something.

There were footsteps outside the room, suddenly – or at least they sounded like they were outside the room – but they stopped a little distance away. Maybe the doorway?

„You‘re in my house.“ A voice said, and Len knew that he knew that voice. Heard it before, plenty of times. But he couldn‘t place it straight away.

„Barry‘s house. Detective West‘s house“ Mick supplied, and Len tensed up. He knew that Barry hadn‘t told anyone yet, for fear of bad reactions, and he knew that his adoptive father would just love to see him in prison. Him and Mick both.

Mick was stroking the back of his hand again, as if to try and get him to relax, and Detective West cleared his throat.

„You know I‘d do anything for that kid, so… I vouched for you. For now. You‘ll stay here, no one comes after you, for now. Both of you.“ There was a pause, and Len could almost feel West‘s gaze on him.

„That being said. If I find something stolen from my house, you‘ll be on your way to Iron Heights posthaste. If you hurt my son, your eyes will not be the only thing you‘re missing. And I will not hesitate to take you apart.“

He didn‘t even wait for an answer, it seemed, but turned around straight away and walked away again. Just as well, because Len had no idea what he would have replied anyway. He had no intention of hurting Barry, and upsetting West would definitely hurt Barry, so stealing was out of the question as well. How could he even steal something if he couldn‘t see what it was anyway?

Mick sighed next to him and moved, gently pushing him over a bit. There was some jostling, and then the mattress next to him dipped with a heavy weight and Mick‘s arms came up around his waist. Len allowed himself a tiny smile and let his head roll on the side, resting on Mick‘s shoulder the way he always did when they were next to each other like this.

„Barry‘s bed“ Mick supplied after a while of silence. „Convinced West to let us stay here, since any hospital would‘ve turned you in. Snow‘s been looking after you.“

Another bit of silence, then „Barry‘s downstairs. Beating himself up ‘bout not being fast enough, catching you before you hit that table and all. Tried to talk him out of it but you know how he is.“ There was a deep sigh from Mick, and his head slumping to the side to rest against Len‘s.

„He‘s worried about you.“

So much like Mick, to say that, to not associate any feelings with himself. But he knew better, and Mick knew that he knew better, so it was okay. After all, the fact that Mick was here sitting vigil at his bed and not downstairs and trying to comfort Barry spoke volumes. He simply squeezed Mick‘s hand and leaned against him a bit more.

„That‘s our boy, always thinking it‘s his own fault“ he sighed, just as he heard another pair of footsteps coming towards them, these more light and very familiar. They, too stopped at what he supposed was the doorway, but then Barry continued on towards them, walking around to the other side of the bed. Len had never been in Barry‘s room before, but he supposed it must be a free standing bed, seeing as Barry could walk to the other side and sit down on the mattress.

„Len“ he whispered, and Len reached out for him, finding his hand encased in Barry‘s warm one and a kiss being dropped on the back of it.

„Joe told me you‘re awake.“

„It appears that I am“ he confirmed, only to elicit a wet sounding chuckle from Barry.

„Don‘t cry, Scarlet, you know you look much prettier when you laugh.“

You look much prettier when you laugh.

He would never again be able to see Barry laugh.

He turned his head away, wanting to hide his face in Mick‘s neck but also fearing encountering a world of pain after all if something were to touch his face. He could feel a sting somewhere behind his eyes, but he doubted he would actually be able to cry right now.

The mattress dipped on the other side of him as well, and then there was another set of arms around him and a face pressed against his neck as Barry sobbed into it.

He wanted to comfort him, but he didn‘t know how – he knew he was in shock, rationally, but he just feld numb and lost, really.

„Len, I‘m so sorry. I should-“

„Barry, no. This is not your fault, and you know it. It‘s not your fault. You are not responsible for this.“ He gently extracted his arm from where Barry had pinned it to the mattress and shuffled it up above his head only to wrap it around Barry in return.

„It‘s not the end of the world, you know. After all, I have the only two things that really matter right here with me.“

„And you will continue to have us.“ That was Mick‘s voice again, and he could feel both of his lovers‘ arms shifting on his stomach, likely to hold hands on top of it, like they did so often when Len was in the middle.

„Definitely. You‘re not getting rid of us this easily. We‘re here to stay, after all“ Barry told him, face still pressed against Len‘s neck, and Len could feel him smile.

It would be hell, but suddenly he was sure he would be able to adapt to his new life just fine after a while. He would just likely need to find another day job than robbing banks at night – but well, he could do that.

After all, as a kid he‘d always dreamed about being a mayor.

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[blueelvewithwings]

Coldflashwaveweek 2018 - Day 5 - Undercover

Barry, Len and Mick are under covers. Quite literally.

//hurt/comfort, with discussion of Len’s failure to get back to Mick in time to prevent Chronos. 

Barry blinked into conciousness again when he heard the door click shut quietly, but just a bit louder than it had to. He smiled to himself, knowing that his lovers were home. They always made a point of closing the door audibly when they got home, so Barry wouldn‘t get suspicious at someone suddenly entering his house. After all, it wasn‘t like he got to see them terribly often anymore. Most of the time, they were off travelling on the Waverider after all, and even if they always tried to come back to the time closest to when they‘d last left Barry, it would often be a few weeks or even months after they had left. A few treasured times they‘d managed to land a day or two after they had left, and Barry had been overjoyed.

Now, he hadn‘t seen them for about two months, but Len had messaged him earlier, telling them that they were on their way to 2016 for family visiting time. They‘d only be able to stay a couple of days, as usual, and Barry was looking forward to it. He always missed them so much when they were gone.

Len had told him what had happened to Mick, that he‘d been taken captive and turned into Chronos, but that he was back now and safe with them on the Waverider. He‘d also confined in Barry that he was worried about their fiery lover, who woke up from nightmares more often than not and was upset and broody, but wouldn‘t let anyone near enough to help. Not even Len.

So Barry had prepared, of course. Mick needed some extra love while he was home this time, that much was clear. He had recalled a conversation from several months earlier – by Barry‘s measurement, at least – where they had talked about their respective childhoods, and Barry had told them about the blanketforts that Iris and he used to build. It turned out that neither Len or Mick had ever built one, let alone be inside one, and both of them had scoffed at the notion of building one now that they were adults. But Barry knew his lovers, knew how they always tossed anything aside that had to do with Feelings, even if deep in their own hearts they may actually crave it.

Which was why Barry was now slowly sitting up in a very luxurious blanketfort, filled with pillows and more blankets and even a few stuffed toys. Just outside, there was a tray with three mugs of hot chocolate – with mini marshmallows, of course. They were in a stasis to stay warm, as the tray was some piece of tech from the Waverider that Len had swiped and gifted to Barry last year for Christmas. Cisco had gone crazy over it, naturally, and it had been a few weeks before Barry had seen it again. Now he loved it, to put his tea or coffee on while he was working, or when he had to run suddenly, and he knew he‘d not come home to a cold cup of tea ever again.

He poked his head out of the blanketfort just as Len and Mick entered the room, and it struck him how grumpy and old Mick looked. The poor man must‘ve been through hell, and Barry hadn‘t even been there to help him. At least he‘d had Len, he thought as he pushed himself up to his feet and rushed over to them, throwing an arm around each of them and burying his face between their necks.

„I‘m so happy you‘re home“ he whispered, squeezing them as tightly as he could for the few moments that they‘d allow it. But somehow, this time, instead of pushing him away after a couple of seconds they both actually just pulled him in tighter, holding on to him for much longer than was customary for them.

Len was the first one to pull away in the end, looking at Barry with a somewhat vexed look. „I made a mistake“ he whispered, backing away slowly. But before Barry had time to figure out what that could even mean, Mick pulled him back in, glaring at him angrily.

„Don‘t you fucking dare leave again“ he hissed. But then he spotted the hot chocolate and left Barry and Len standing where they were, going over to the tray with a delighted look on his face.

„Finally. Hot chocolate with enough sugar in it!“ he exclaimed and drowned his mug in one go before eyeing the blanketfort. „What‘s this, Red?“

Barry could tell that someone was wrong between the two of them, especially with the way that Len was studiously looking anywhere but Mick, and Mick seemed to only spare fiery glares for Len. He sighed and shook his head. He really didn‘t want to deal with one of their lover‘s spats now.

„It‘s a blanketfort. I thought you deserved to finally be in one, we can just curl up in there and cuddle. It sounded like you could need some good downtime“ he explained as he walked over and held the flap open. Unsurprisingly, it only took Mick a few seconds to give in before he crawled inside, tossing out his shoes and jeans before wriggling between the blankets. Len took longer to join them, and he carefully disrobed down to his underwear and shirt before he even came in. He settled down on Barry‘s other side without a word, but didn‘t even snuggle up to the speedster.

Barry knew when someone was blaming himself, he did it often enough. He also could tell when someone else was blaming that person as well, he remembered Cisco blaming him for Dante‘s death just as much as he himself did. So despite his need for harmony and comfortable relationship time, there was really only one thing he could do.

„Alright, guys. Spill.“

There was only silence for a few heartbeats, but then Len started explaining what had happened, very quietly, much more subdued that Barry had ever heard him before.

And he was right.

He had fucked up. Badly. Really badly.

„I understand if you‘ll both want me to… retreat from this arrangement“ he whispered in the end, and Barry could hear how much it pained him to say that.

When neither of them spoke, he slowly started to draw away and sit up, clearly thinking that yes, they both wanted to break up with him. Barry was still flabbergasted, torn between shouting at Len about how he could possibly leave Mick behind like that, and understanding that in that moment, it was all he could have done, and knowing that Len would always, always come back for Mick. He‘d never abandon him. But Mick had been hurt so badly…

In the end, it was Mick who made the decision for him then, by reaching out and dragging Len back down. „Don‘t hurt Barry as well, Snart“, he growled, and they both knew he meant business when he referred to Barry by his actual name instead of a nickname.

So Len settled down again, tears in his eyes that for once he didn‘t even try to hide. Barry shuffled, wrapping an arm around each of them and pulling them close. Len was still stiff at his side, resting his head against Barry‘s shoulder, but Mick went easily, curling up so his head was lying on Barry‘s chest.

„You should try that hot chocolate later, Snart“ he grumbled. „Red put extra mini marshmallows on one mug for you.“

Barry assumed that was code for „I still love you even though I‘m incredibly mad at you and want to wring your neck“, and he hoped that it meant that they‘d be okay. He knew that he didn‘t want to be without them, that he loved them both so dearly. And Len had fucked up, and badly, but he knew he was trying to make amends now, and that he blamed himself even more than Mick blamed him.

People made horrible mistakes sometimes, he knew that. The question was only, could they move on from it and be better in the future, or would it break them? Barry vowed to make sure that it would be the former.

In the end, it was almost like he had wanted it to be, the three of them cuddled up under the covers, wrapped around one another for a nap. Mick was snoring into his shoulder, his arm thrown over Barry‘s chest. Len was resting one hand on Mick‘s wrist, his face buried in Barry‘s neck to stifle the quiet sobs that Barry pretended not to notice. He gently rubbed Len‘s back as he slowly cried himself to sleep, and only then did he allow himself to drift off as well, safe and sound in his favourite spot on earth, between the two men he loved.

And even if it wasn‘t all rosy and paradise right now, he knew that somehow, they‘d be okay.

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[blueelvewithwings]

Coldflashwaveweek 2018 - Day 4 - No Powers

Len and Mick are breaking into the precinct to steal a piece of evidence back from the police. Too bad that the CSI they're going to threaten has a jawdroppingly cute bubble butt.

//sweet fluff, because we all know that Len and Mick can never resist Barry. 

They knew he liked working late, way after everyone else had already gone home. So they waited until it was late and snuck in under the cover of darkness. Nothing like the thrill of breaking into the police department itself, after all.

As expected, they made it in without complications. They weren‘t the best criminals for nothing, after all. And finding the lab was easy too, it was the only room with the lights still on, after all.

Guns out, Mick and Snart turned the last corner, stepping into the laboratory, ready to threaten the CSI who they knew that incriminating evidence against them. They couldn‘t risk being caught, after all.

What greeted them though was the cutest butt that Mick had ever seen, and he had ogled a lot of asses in his days so far. It was such a perfect one though, encased in such tight jeans that showcased the jewels that they encased, two globes, just the perfect fit for Mick‘s big hands.

He looked over at Snart, and caught him staring the same way Mick was sure he had been staring just moments before. He had to suppress a groan or something else that would likely give them away, and besides this was not the time to try and get some sweet twink in his bed. Not if he didn‘t want to end up in prison, at least.

They must‘ve made some noise after all, or maybe the CSI – Barry Allen, he knew – was pretty perceptive, since he suddenly turned around and faced them. And it turned out he had the cutest face, right along with the cutest ass. Mick wanted to tap it ten times over. He wanted to walk over, push him down on that table and take him right there, make him scream.

But he knew guys like that, they normally wanted to be taken out to dinner first, courted, seduced, before they gave in to their desire to let themselves be fucked into whatever furniture or surface was closest.

„What can I do for you?“ Barry Allen asked, warily eyeing their guns, that, as Mick noticed, were not pointed at the CSI anymore, but limply hung on their sides. It would be such a shame to have to shoot someone that cute, after all.

Snart was the first to recover, always one to think quicker than Mick even when faced with the most boner-inducing cuties.

„You have something of ours that we‘d like to have back“ Snart drawled, his voice so familiar to Mick after all these years as if it were his own. „And we‘d like to take you for dinner.“

Barry Allen glanced down at their guns again, then frowned up at them. „Dinner?“ he asked, then seemed to catch up on something.

„My God. You‘re Snart and Rory, aren‘t you? The… criminals?“ He eyed their guns again, clearly very wary now, backing away from them. Clearly, that would not do.

„That much is true“ Snart confirmed, taking a step forward, but pointing his gun at the same time. „That doesn‘t mean we want to hurt you. Especially not someone as cute as you.“ Mick could almost feel Snart‘s signature smirk appearing on his face, even without looking at him.

„What he said“ he confirmed then, moving his gun to a more non-threatening position as well as he stepped forward, walking towards the cute temptation that was Barry Allen.

„You want the evidence“ Allen said, stepping in front of his desk as if that would keep Mick and Snart from getting what they wanted. „You want the evidence, and you want to take me to dinner?“

In the end, they agreed that they‘d take sweet Barry out on a date first, and that if it went well enough, he‘d hand the evidence back to them. And if not… they could always still go and steal it, after all. He somehow assumed that Barry knew that, too, but he had still agreed. Snart‘s charme was hard to resist, after all, even though Mick had seen that Barry‘s eyes had been glued to his own upper arms and chest as well a few times. Maybe they‘d really be able to pull this one together.

Snart had somehow managed to get a reservation in the fanciest restaurant in town, and Mick was sure that it had not been obtained legally, but really he couldn‘t care less. They were sitting in a corner booth, away from anyone else, and the cutest boy in town was sitting across from them, getting more relaxed by the minute as they talked and talked. Snart and Barry were already holding hands on the table, and Mick had one arm casually around Snart while Allen and him were exchanging heated looks. He wanted it, Mick knew. What he didn‘t know was if he only wanted the novelty of it, to be with two men at once, with criminals, if he was after the thrill, or if he was interested in something more.

Mick himself was very interested in something more, he found. The guy was cute and witty and had the most adorable awkward laugh, and he ate verociously just like Mick, seemed to have the most gigantic sweet tooth, just like Mick, but he also saw right past Snart‘s walls and masks and into his heart without calling him out on his acts,and Mick already adored him for it. He wanted this man, for more than one night, but he‘d never be with someone who wouldn‘t admire his Len just like he did.

„So… how come you wanted to take me out?“ Barry asked over dessert, a giant plate of dessert collections that Snart nibbled on and Barry and Mick destroyed together. „Can‘t imagine you try to take everyone to a date that you wanna threaten. You‘re not nearly as fearsome and terrible, up close. More… sweet, really.“

Sweet.

Mick wasn‘t sure he‘d ever been called sweet before, but then Barry reached out to wipe some cream from his chin with a serene smile that looked innocent and incredibly filthy all at once, and Mick somehow believed him that he really found them sweet.

„We were just gonna get that gun you collected, but then we saw your sweet behind“, Snart remarked, causing Barry to blush for the umpteenth time that evening.

„So that‘s what you‘re after, then?“ he asked, sounding almost shy.

„Yes“, Mick nodded, reaching out to take Barry‘s free hand, giving it a squeeze.

„That. And this.“

And from the way that Barry‘s face lit up, they‘d get what they wanted in the end.

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[blueelvewithwings]

Coldflashwaveweek 2018 - Day 8 - Free Day

Cisco has joined the trio for an outing and a cone of ice cream. Now he wishes they'd get a room.

//Barry can eat ice cream most suggestively. 

When the trio joined him again, he had already secured a table, so they flopped down opposite of Cisco. Heat Wave – or Mick, as Barry insisted he call him now – was carrying their cones, three generous scoops for Barry, likely the sweetest and creamiest flavours they had, another three scoops of something fruity for Captain Cold and a whole tower of ice cream scoops on a cone for the man himself. He handed them out accordingly after they sat down, and even though he didn‘t even use his speed Barry had gone through his treat before Cisco had even finished the first of his scoops.

He leaned against Rory and blinked up at him with puppy eyes, causing the big man to growl. What Barry saw in him, Cisco had no idea, but Barry was clearly smitten with his two criminals. Not that Cisco would mind having two such men for himself as well, just… maybe not criminals who pretended they didn‘t have feelings. And criminals who stole his guns.

„Hey, can I have some?“ Barry asked now, clearly eyeing Rory‘s ice cream and earning nothing but a deathly glare.

„No.“

Barry responded to the rebuttal with an angelic smile and leaned in, licking a stripe up all the scoops of ice cream in one long stroke. „Hmm“ he hummed with a blissed out face, and Rory seemed to stop functioning for a moment. Then he eyed Barry again and held out his cone, watching as Barry placed a hand on his big paw and swiped his tongue up the ice cream again in a rather suggestive manner.

„I guess you can have some after all“ Rory grumbled then, but even Cisco could detect the fondness  in his voice as he tilted his cone so Barry could lick it more easily.

„Oh come on, get a room“, Cisco groaned, unable to hide his words in his ice cream completely.

„Why, Ramon, not much of a voyeurist?“ That familiar drawl from Snart still sent shivers up Cisco‘s spine, but with him it was easier to see that he really cared for Barry. He might be an asshole and a criminal, but he seemed to have his frozen heart in the right spot, at least.

Didn‘t hurt that Cisco maybe had a tiny little crush on his sister, either.

„No, Snart, I‘d rather not watch you three use ice cream as a sex toy“ he gave back, but that only caused Snart to chuckle and tap Barry‘s shoulder. As soon as Barry had turned around he held out his own ice cream with a gentle smile that he only ever gave his two boyfriends.

„Do you want some of mine as well, Scarlet?“

Obviously, Barry didn‘t need any more invitation than that, leaning in to give Snart‘s ice cream a generous lick as well while still having his hand wrapped around Rory‘s paw, securing the treat within arm‘s reach like that.

„Ohhh, yours is yummy too!“ he exclaimed and went in for another lick even with his mouth still half full of ice cream.

„Barry...“, Cisco murmured, shaking his head. He had come out with them for some chatting, maybe some nerding around with Barry, and the free ice cream. But definitely not to see his best friend getting ice-cream-fucked in front of his eyes.

„What?“ Barry turned to him, all puppy eyes and smeared remnants of ice cream around his mouth.

„It‘s so delicous!“

The thing about Barry was that while both his boyfriends were basically already undressing him with their eyes, he could still think this was all about eating ice cream. Or maybe he only pretended that he didn‘t know what was going on but he was a really good actor. Sometimes Cisco couldn‘t really tell.

As he nursed his own ice cream he watched Barry devour both Snart and Rory‘s as well, only allowing them a few licks each before starting to wriggle around and make puppy eyes at them again. He was like a little child sometimes, but the criminals indulged him with what seemed like endless patience to Cisco.

Maybe they really were more good for Barry than Cisco had initially thought. Barry needed someone who showed him that patience and care and spoiled him, Cisco knew that. He was just surprised to find those qualities in two of the most wanted criminals around.

„I bet it is, but you could eat it a bit less suggestively“, Cisco grumbled, earning a wordless glare from Rory that promised him death should he ruin Barry‘s mood. Cisco gave him an uneasy smile and turned back to a very confused Barry.

„Why suggesstively? It‘s ice cream, I‘m licking it. It‘s not even popsicles.“ And with that, he leaned back in to get the next mouthful of the sweet, cold treat.

Cisco was left to just shake his head and wish for them to get a room. But then, it was also great to see Barry his careless and happy and in the moment, not thinking about the future or the mistakes of his past or the losses he‘d had, but just enjoying a moment with his boyfriends.

„You know...“ Snart grabbed Barry‘s chin and turned it towards himself to wipe up some ice cream from around his mouth, then sticking his finger in his mouth and licking it clean.

He had nice fingers. Really, really nice fingers.

Stop it, Cisco. You‘re into his sister. That is Barry‘s boyfriend, don‘t even dream of it.

„You should totally get us some new ice cream, you‘re eating all of ours“ he complained, indicating the last piece of his cone that just disappeared into Barry‘s mouth as if to prove a point. „Now I‘m still hot and didn‘t have anything to cool down. And poor Mick still hasn‘t had his sugar rush.“

In response, Barry simply giggled at him and leaned in to kiss him, then turned around to kiss a rather grumpy looking Rory before there was a red blur and a crackling of electricity and both Snart and Rory had a brand new cone in their hands again.

Cisco was just finishing his own ice cream and watched Barry settle himself against Rory who absently wrapped one arm around him while devouring his ice cream – Barry seriously seemed to be done for now – when Snart spoke up again.

„So, Cisco… what exactly are your intentions with my sister?“

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