Crimson’s ColdThallen Trash
This is so trashy. I don’t know what’s happening. I blame coldtomyflash because I finally started reading Ice Hot Lightning, and oh dear god, I need to comment, give me time to breathe, and granvas for that ColdieFlarrow OT4 smut.
Ever read anything with the trope of Person A having a kink and going to a dating/hook-up site that lets you put in your personal fantasy and then matches you with someone whose kink is to be Person B in that same fantasy? Read Wincest of it once, don’t judge, I am total Destiel trash, I was just weak!
Barry has a kink about sex in a public place, but has terrible luck with dating and could not, would never feel comfortable explaining this kink to a girlfriend/boyfriend. He has a particular fantasy about someone feeling him up on the subway, taking advantage of him right there in the last car where anyone might see, getting him so hard and hot that by the end of the line, he’s begging to be fucked, even if someone sees.
No one actually wants some stranger to accost them on the subway, that would be insane, terrible, but…what if he could have the fantasy in a safe, controlled way? Play it out, but know that at any point he could say stop, and the other person would listen? Then afterward, he’d never have to see this person again, the fantasy would be out of his system, no lasting embarrassment.
So he goes onto this website and details his whole fantasy out. The thing is, they won’t even send him a profile unless someone else turns in one that matches his. He figures it’ll never happen anyway, his kink is pretty specific. But then he gets a response from the site, and he gets to read this anonymous other person’s kink of being the dominant partner in this same fantasy, practically detailed out exactly as Barry’s, but of the opposing side.
So they match, and if Barry wants to, he can have the site contact this person for next steps—meeting. They never email directly, because part of the kink in this case is not knowing who the person is, but they know things like gender, age, clean bill of health (verified medical records are a must), and so through the site Barry works out when and where to meet, signals to use so they each know when they’ve found the right person—Barry describes where he’ll be on the train, what he’ll be wearing, and the other person mentions a phrase he’ll say, very spy versus spy, something terribly cheesy that Barry actually thinks is hilarious. He likes this guy already.
So Barry is terrified but so excited when the night arrives—last subway of the night from a certain location, etc., and he confesses the whole thing to his friend Eddie, who insists on going along.
“He could be a serial killer, Barry! Or just some awful creep.”
And Barry is both horrified at the idea of Eddie being there if things progress as they’re meant to, his friend within viewing distance while he’s being felt up and potentially fucked on the subway, but also relieved in case this all goes horribly wrong, because this is crazy and oh god, he can’t believe he’s going to go through with it.
But he does. Barry wears the right clothes, gets in the subway at the right time, in the right car, and waits. Eddie’s nearby sitting, while Barry’s standing, facing the windows. He is so nervous, he thinks he might chicken out, constantly looking at people who get on the train, because the plan was to not know exactly what stop his partner for this would get on, keep everything a mystery for as long as possible. It’s a long train ride across town, and the last stop is where the train ends for the night. There are several other people on the train besides him and Eddie.
And then Barry sees him, a man who catches his eye after getting on the car, starts heading his way, and no way is Barry this lucky because this guy is seriously hot, and Barry is certain that right before the guy gets to him, he’s going to turn and sit or something and not be his mystery man after all. But he reaches Barry, stands right there behind him and says the phrase. Barry is practically trembling as he says the response back.
The guy’s hand is at his hip a moment later. “I’m Len.”
“Uhh…”
“First names only, I promise, I just need to know what to call you, kid.”
“Um…Barry.”
“Remember, Barry, any time you want to stop, you just have to say so.”
And there are probably a dozen times where Barry almost says stop, not because it doesn’t feel good when Len slips a hand around his waist and starts to touch him, eventually palming him through his slacks, drawing the zipper down, but because there are other people around! Sure, that was the fantasy, and Barry’s safely turned into the corner where no one can actually see, but the threat of someone realizing, of someone hearing when he starts to whimper at the way Len’s fingers work him, fills his gut with a bundle of wonderful nerves.
So of course he never actually says stop. Not when Len says the most filthy things, tells Barry how filthy he is for liking this, for wanting it, for being so hard and weeping on a dirty subway car with other people mere feet away; not when Len tells him how he’s going to wreck him, have him begging by the end, so eager for it that he’ll plead to be fucked even before they reach the last stop and anyone else gets off the train.
Barry’s pants are on the whole time, but Len does the most wicked things to him anyway, and Barry is flush and panting, and so, so ready to start begging, when Len says, “Almost there, Barry. But you know what’s interesting? There’s only one other person still on the train. Maybe we should give him a show.”
Barry’s eyes widen. He had completely forgotten about Eddie.
“Did you bring a friend? That wasn’t in the arrangement, but I can play along. You just wanted to feel safe, right? Well…why don’t we see if he wants to join in on the fun?”
And Barry is so turned on, so in need of coming, he just nods.
Len pulls Barry along until they’re right in front of where Eddie is sitting, who looks so startled and cannot play it cool at all, just sputters, “Barry?”
Barry moans, having to grab the metal pole next to him for support as Len’s fingers press inside him again. Barry barely registers anything Len says to Eddie then, or how Eddie responds, but the next thing he knows, Eddie’s hand is on his face.
“Barr, are you really okay with this?”
Barry sucks Eddie’s fingers into his mouth, and Eddie moans. Barry doesn’t even notice when the train stops, or that they have limited time before the cars will be checked and locked up for the night. He does beg, so much, before Len finally fucks him, and he has Eddie’s cock in his mouth before the end too.
When they’re done, and a complete mess, Len came prepared to help clean them up. He talks down the security guy who comes to check the cars and finds them, wondering what the hell they were doing still inside, and they leave together.
And that’s supposed to be it, they part, never see each other again, only now Eddie was part of it and Barry doesn’t know how he’ll ever look his friend in the eyes again, even if it was the single hottest encounter of his life. But then Len asks if they want to get coffee.
“Doesn’t that break our agreement?”
“You can always say no.”
Eddie shrugs when Barry glances at him, looking as beet red and mortified by how things progressed as Barry is, and yet…not uninterested. So they agree, get coffee, and Len is actually really awesome, and shit, now they’re making plans to see each other again. And Eddie makes it very clear that his involvement was a onetime thing.
Len’s fine with that, keeps eyeing Barry, toeing his shin under the table, but he still offers, “As long as Barry doesn’t mind…you’re always welcome to join us.”
Len and Barry are officially dating within the week. Occasionally…Eddie comes over on date nights.