Barry wakes slowly, drowsily. He's content and unbelievably comfortable between the warm sunshine and warmer body next to him, wrapped around him. It could have been a minute or an hour but, in that moment Barry was in a blissful heaven. Then reality and memories sunk in, guilt robbing him of any happiness.
He slept with Snart. Again. Why did he keep doing this? He knew Iris loved him, that they'd work through the now eventually, through the loss of Eddie, and get together eventually. So why did he ever think sleeping with Snart, Captain Cold, was a good idea? How could he make such a bad decision worse by going back to him time and again?
Time to go.
Barry was just barely starting to shift out of the bed when Leonard moved to pin him to the bed. "Leaving so soon?"
He hated the teasing tone in Snart's voice or the way he looked down at Barry so smug and sensual. Hated himself for how much he reacted to it all.
"I thought I should head out," Barry explained not even bothering with subtle; he knew by now Snart would just ignore any subtlety he tried. What did it say about them- about him that Barry was starting to know Snart so well.
Snart's lips twitched in amusement as he hummed thoughtfully before giving Barry a biting kiss on his neck. "Funny," Cold said in a way that implied it was anything but, "last night you said you didn't have anywhere to be today."
"Doesn't mean I should stay," Barry argued, starting to squirm as Snart continued to give his neck lovebites. He could leave if he wanted to, Cold might be physically stronger than him but that did not mean much to his speed.
Snart pulled away from his neck, frustration obvious in his glare. Barry understood, he was playing hard to get while naked in bed with Leonard, clearly interested in another round of sex. Hands stopped pinning down his arms moved to grab his thighs, fingers digging into his skin where there should have been bruises from last night.
"Let me convince you to stay then," Len snapped out and it sounded like an order but Barry knew if he kept saying no Len would let him go. Saw the truth, the pleading in Len's eyes.
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Date: 2015-06-11 04:19 pm (UTC)Barry wakes slowly, drowsily. He's content and unbelievably comfortable between the warm sunshine and warmer body next to him, wrapped around him. It could have been a minute or an hour but, in that moment Barry was in a blissful heaven. Then reality and memories sunk in, guilt robbing him of any happiness.
He slept with Snart. Again. Why did he keep doing this? He knew Iris loved him, that they'd work through the now eventually, through the loss of Eddie, and get together eventually. So why did he ever think sleeping with Snart, Captain Cold, was a good idea? How could he make such a bad decision worse by going back to him time and again?
Time to go.
Barry was just barely starting to shift out of the bed when Leonard moved to pin him to the bed. "Leaving so soon?"
He hated the teasing tone in Snart's voice or the way he looked down at Barry so smug and sensual. Hated himself for how much he reacted to it all.
"I thought I should head out," Barry explained not even bothering with subtle; he knew by now Snart would just ignore any subtlety he tried. What did it say about them- about him that Barry was starting to know Snart so well.
Snart's lips twitched in amusement as he hummed thoughtfully before giving Barry a biting kiss on his neck. "Funny," Cold said in a way that implied it was anything but, "last night you said you didn't have anywhere to be today."
"Doesn't mean I should stay," Barry argued, starting to squirm as Snart continued to give his neck lovebites. He could leave if he wanted to, Cold might be physically stronger than him but that did not mean much to his speed.
Snart pulled away from his neck, frustration obvious in his glare. Barry understood, he was playing hard to get while naked in bed with Leonard, clearly interested in another round of sex. Hands stopped pinning down his arms moved to grab his thighs, fingers digging into his skin where there should have been bruises from last night.
"Let me convince you to stay then," Len snapped out and it sounded like an order but Barry knew if he kept saying no Len would let him go. Saw the truth, the pleading in Len's eyes.
It made him stay.
"Okay."