#harrick

[spaceworldlypleasures]

Nat: I dare you to kiss the cutest person in this room.

Harriet: Toby?

Toby, blushing: Yes?

Harriet: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Nick.

[kaesnpoint]

im doing a little joke animatic but i ended up liking this frame a did a quick color

[earth-2harrisonwells]

Jealousy is a good look on you

Just another ficlet, set before the night of Harry and Bruce’s dinner (NC-17), made as a gift to @lovebrucewayne and @jaygarrickspeedgrampa…

Harry’s trying to set an even pace tonight; Jay, apparently, doesn’t want to cooperate.

Which isn’t fair. After all, the whole reason Harry’s straddling him tonight is so he can take things slow for a change, but Jay’s got his hips in a vice like grip, bucking wildly up into him like it’s his last night on Earth 2, and Harry’s starting to get a little weak in the knees from the unexpected pressure of it all. Not that he’s really complaining, mind you, because Jay knows how to nail him just right, but Harry was hoping to last more than just a couple of minutes this evening, and since his orgasm is slowly closing in on him, he’s forced to do the only thing he can think of to pull Jay up short.

Quietly, he commands, “Stop.”

And Jay, sweetheart that he is, completely freezes, chest heaving, giving Harry a quizzical look. “Am I hurting you?” he asks, clearly worried.

“No, but this isn’t a race.”

“Oh,” he chuckles. “Sorry. You can, uh…set the pace.”

Harry arches an eyebrow and smirks. “How gracious of you.”

Jay swallows hard, either in embarrassment or anticipation. Or maybe it’s both. Harry doesn’t give it much thought as he starts to roll his hips again, grinding down hard and deep, just the way Jay likes it.

Harry likes it too. Taking it slow like this allows him to lean back and close his eyes, bracing himself against Jay’s bent knees behind him. The stretch feels good, especially when Jay relinquishes the death-like grip on his hips, right hand slipping a little lower so that his thumb can stroke the skin where Harry’s thigh meets his pelvis. It tickles a bit and it forces Harry to clench down harder than usual, drawing a small gasp from his partner.

Harry smiles at the sound and glances down at Jay again. The man’s eyes are half-lidded, head tilted so that he can watch Harry work, focused intently on where their two sweat-slicked bodies are connected.

Jay strokes him with his thumb again. Harry clenches.

He loves this game.

And he’s able to draw it out for another ten minutes or so until that achingly slow pace is abandoned. But this time, Harry needs to come, so he just lets Jay take the reigns, driving them both headlong over the precipice of their pleasure. And then they take a small breather, Harry still straddling Jay’s waist, the other man softening inside him as he strokes lovingly at Harry’s thighs, smiling.

“…You’ve been acting really weird lately,” Harry gasps, still a little short of breath. “Are you feeling okay?”

Jay smiles at him. “I’ve never felt better.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jay gives his thighs an affectionate pat. “Come a little closer, darling.”

With no small amount of effort, Harry raises himself up and then collapses half on, half off the other man, tucked in tight along his left side, Jay’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. Jay draws him in for a kiss, one that’s nice and long and lazy, the kind you can only achieve after truly mind-blowing sex.

Harry loves it.

Even more so when Jay slowly rolls on top of him, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then his neck, hungry and eager in a way Harry hasn’t seen in a long time. He just latches his lips onto Harry’s throat and gently sucks, worrying the skin with his tongue. Normally, Harry wouldn’t let Jay bruise him up so easily, but he doesn’t have any pressing meetings until Monday, not with everyone busy getting things ready for the conference and the—

…Oh god.

“Jay!” Harry shrieks indignantly.

Confused, the other man raises his head, lips red and moist from marking him up. “Yes?”

“I have the dinner tomorrow night.”

“…The dinner?” Harry pokes him sharply in the ribs; Jay cringes and laughs. “Oh, you mean that dinner. I’m sorry, Harrison. I completely forgot.”

“Like hell you did,” Harry mutters, prodding gingerly at the hickeys blossoming on his neck. Anxiously, he asks, “How bad do they look? Do you think Bruce is going to notice?”

The corner of Jay’s mouth crooks into an unusual kind of smile. There’s an uncharacteristic gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, he’ll notice…”

Harry blinks in surprise. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

Very gently, Jay kisses him on the lips. Then he pulls back and rolls over onto the mattress beside Harry. He’s still smiling. “Every man has his flaws. I’m the jealous sort, and I hope to god he sees those.”

Harry pokes him in the ribs again, but he doesn’t put much effort into it. Part of him is horrified of what Bruce is going to think of the hickeys; part of him is secretly thrilled at the fact that Jay is so undeniably jealous. He’s never seen this side of the other man before.

Jay must know what he’s thinking, because he rests a hand on Harry hip and starts to massage the small jut of bone lovingly with his thumb. “Admit it. You love the fact that I want you so badly. It’s making you hard again.”

Well…he’s not wrong.

His silence only spurs Jay further. “I know you. You’re going to wear a scarf or something to hide it, but while you’re sitting across the table from good old Bruce Wayne, every so often you’re going to think about those marks, and then you’re going to remember the mind-blowing sex we had tonight. Your thoughts will be consumed with the memory of our two bodies tangled up in the sheets as your friend babbles on about the weather.”

…And he’s definitely not wrong about that.

Harry touches the hand on his hip and then slowly traces his fingers up Jay’s arm. “Mind-blowing, huh?”

Jay nods.

Then he rolls on top of Harry again and makes good on his word.

[earth-2harrisonwells]

Write a ficlet, mod. Some filthy Jay/Harry. Please?

Well, it’s 12:30am and my brain is mush—SO HERE YOU GO (I might edit it in the morning when I can think coherently again, so bear with me here)…

Harry’s stretched out on his bed, legs spread apart andbent, stark naked—and he doesn’t have a care in the world.

He’s still trying to catch his breath, one arm flung up overhis head, limp against the pillow, as he massages his free hand through Jay’shair. Jay is kneeling between his legs, leaning forward over Harry, strokinghimself with the single-minded intensity of a man on the verge of achievingorgasmic bliss. His eyes say it all, half-lidded and dark, staring at the messthat’s already cooling on Harry’s stomach. They’ve both come once already and nowJay is on his second wind.

Harry’s blissed out and tired, too exhausted for another go,but the low and steady thrum of arousal is still present in his veins and heenjoys watching Jay more than he would ever admit. He loves him. Loves the factthat he is under him now, warm and sated, having been thoroughly fucked untilhe scrabbled at the other man, oversensitive and tense, gasping for a break.And without question Jay pulled out and finished himself off over his stomachinstead, eyes dreamy and dazed like they are now, chasing his pleasure by justthe sight of Harry alone.

And he’s getting close again.

Harry can tell.

He shifts a little to see how strung up he still is. Notmuch actually, which is good, so he stops carding his hand through Jay’s hairand reaches down to grab him by wrist. The other man is momentarily thrown offhis rhythm, but he gets the picture pretty quickly when Harry tilts his handlower…

“Yeah?” Jay asks, voice a deep rumble in the darkness oftheir shared bedroom.

Harry nods and smiles.

Leaning further forward, Jay guides himself back inside.Harry’s still loose and sore, but he’s always enjoyed this sense of fullness. Jayis still careful with him though, patient, so he squeezes down gently inencouragement and hooks his legs around Jay’s waist, rolling his hips to gethim going.

Jay hisses softly between his teeth. Then he grabs each ofHarry’s hands and pins them to the pillow on either side of his head, rockinggently at first but then quickly picking up speed, already balancingprecariously on the edge of his second climax.

Harry gasps and tries to move with him. He doesn’t have itin him to come again, but that gentle thrum is still there, the heady feelingof being marked, restrained, and filled by Jay. So utterly possessed. And verysoon it comes close to being too much again, but already Jay has reachedcompletion, thrusting hard and deep, until the strength saps from his musclesand he collapses on top of Harry.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Harry pulls his hands from Jay’s loosened grip and cradles hisface. Then he kisses him and softly says, “I love you too.”  

[lovebrucewayne]

Yes harrick! Please!

OOC: Thank you! I’m glad you like the idea! Although… *sighs* Given my track record as the slowest writer in history, that might be a while in coming. But I promise to post a link to it here in this blog once it’s finished. You are free to prod me about it whenever you like. XD

[anyanp]

Yes, it’s Hunter “Jay Garrick” Zolomon and Harry Wells.

Yes, I lowkey ship them.

[therealhunterzolomon-blog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Earth-2 Harrison Wells/Hunter Zolomon, Jay Garrick/Earth-2 Harrison Wells Characters: Earth-2 Harrison Wells, Jay Garrick | Hunter Zolomon Additional Tags: Minor Violence, minor language, spoilers up to "Running to Stand Still", (the season 2 midseason finale), Dubious Consent, Hate Sex Summary:

In the dead of night, when the Cortex is empty and the festivities have finally drawn to an end, the devil comes for him.

(An AU insert that follows immediately after the season 2 midseason finale episode "Running to Stand Still")

If you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to lately, the answer, of course, is no good... ;)

[namesficrecs]

To post a Flash rec list (Huntwells/Harrick) or a Highlander rec list (Duncan/Methos)...