Originally I was going to go with the norm and have Oliver be the dominate one in this relationship but my brain had a better idea:
Barry couldn’t even count on his fingers the amount of times he had told Oliver to not worry about catching whatever villain it was they were after. You’d think he’d remember with Oliver grumbling about it so much but at this point he’s tuned the older man out.
“Are you seriously forgetting that I’m the Flash?” Barry says utterly exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose after Oliver has yet again thrown his hands up in frustration.
The sharpness in which Oliver turns in Barry’s direction is almost enough to make the speedster jump in surprise. “It’s not just about speed Allen!” The blonde vigilante snaps, the use of the last name making both men want to cringe. “If something goes wrong you need a tactical backup plan and a backup plan for the back up plan. Too many things could happen and you have to be ready for-”
He doesn’t get to finish because at this point Barry has had enough of his griping. He speeds over to his boyfriend, grabs his face, and smashes their lips together. Silence, sweet sweet silence. He doesn’t even wait for a reaction before he’s biting Oliver’s bottom lip, not that he needed to since Oliver was already frozen in a surprised gasp from the initial contact.
The amount of time Barry’s tongue is inside Oliver’s mouth is fast but not too fast, long enough so the older man can feel it but not so much that this would lead to something else. No, the gesture was just to shut the other man up.
“You worry way too much about this stuff Ollie.” Barry says with a small, triumphant grin as he backs away leaving Queen more than stunned.