Shameless PWP. Coldflash makes me giddy. And both Barry and Len are a bit OOC, but mostly because making them more marshmallow-y makes it easier to minimize plot. ;D

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A gentle thud on the front door of my safehouse had me reaching for my Coldgun on instinct. The monitor beside the door displayed the security feed from outside. The Flash was lying on my doorstep, one fist resting against the door while the rest of him seemed to writhe in pain.

I set the gun on the table by the door and opened it. The Flash whined as he looked up at me like I was his salvation "H-Help…" He sounded pathetically weak, and given all I knew about his strength, stamina, and regeneration, that was no small thing.

With no hesitation after hearing his plea, I picked him up and took him inside, pulling the door shut and locking it, awkward a task as that was. I laid him down on my couch and took him in. The kid was twitching and moving like something was crawling under his skin.

I pulled his cowl off and met Barry's eyes. "Scarlet, what did you run into that did this?"

And while Barry had already seemed red with pain and exertion, he seemed to grow redder at my question. "Meta. He was pretty pleased with himself at beating me. Didn't even bother to unmask me. Arrogant bastard."

It had been the answer I was expecting, at least the bit about it being the handiwork of a metahuman. "What did he do, Red? What hurts?"

Barry grew impossibly redder and shook his head. "No. You don't deserve to get dragged into this. Especially like this…"

I frowned, letting that be all of the concern I would show him. "You came here for a reason. You wanted my help."

Barry shook his head and then gasped and arced a little before crying out. When he was somewhat still again, he was panting. "I didn't come here. Meta dropped me in this neighborhood and told me I'd find help. I walked here on autopilot."

Came straight to me. Was there something about the guy's weird magic-science that knew I would protect the kid? "Look, you found help. But I can't help if you don't tell me how."

Another firm headshake to show he wasn't going to cooperate. But then a moan tore from his throat as he held my gaze, and it shook me, apparently visibly if the kid's eyes widening was anything to go by. Little bastard didn't realize how far under my skin he had gotten.

"I tried not to…touch me, Cold. Fuck, I need you to get me off right now." It was a groaning plea of surrender.

What. The. Fuck. Whereas I had been kneeling beside the couch, leaning over him, I stood up and walked a few feet away, turning my back to make hiding my reactions easier. "Jesus Crist, Barry."

A small sob had me turning back to him. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it, and I know it probably disgusts you, but that's what he said. And he warned me that it would get worse if I tried to solve the problem myself, and goddamn was he right!"

Barry's green eyes were filled with tears and shame, barely willing to meet mine. The tousled brown hair and sweet face made him look as innocent as ever, but I could see what he was talking about. I hadn't allowed myself to look at much besides his face, especially nothing below the beltline. I didn't need the distraction, and I didn't need Barry catching on. But Barry had an erection that was starting to tent his suit, and with the kind of stuff Cisco had made it with to withstand my gun and numerous other threats, that was no small feat.

"A lust whammy." Barry seemed defeated even as he arced again and another moan tore from his throat. "He said I wasn't going to get over it until I was completely satisfied by someone else. When I protested my lack of significant other, he laughed and dumped me a block from here."

The meta somehow knew. I had played it as close to the vest as I could, gave no outward indicators, yet the meta knew I would be all too pleased to help Barry with this. But if this meta manipulated lust, a search for lust for the Flash would have lit me up like a beacon.

"You want me to get you off." I kept my voice as neutral as possible.

"I don't just want it, I fucking need it. Please, Cold, please touch me. I need you touching me so badly." He was too much when he used that sweet, innocent voice to beg me for release. Unfair.

I was back at the couch before I realized I'd moved. I was going to do this, and I knew I was going to enjoy it. But I had to keep Barry from realizing that I enjoyed it. "Fine. But I don't want you screaming rape or molestation after, understand?"

Barry was gasping and nodding enthusiastically. "Never. I'd never do that to you. Especially when you're going to make me cum so hard I can't breathe. You'll make me feel sooo good, I know it. Those fucking magnificent hands…"

Okay, this was already way too much. "You need to can talk like that if you want me to help you."

Tears sprang to Barry's eyes at the idea that I might not give him what he needed. "I'm sorry, it's just hard. My filter is gone, and I need you so badly I might die. He actually said that."

Oh, hell. "We're calling this Vegas, okay, kid? This is between us and no one else."

Barry was looking at me like I was the greatest thing in the world, and I couldn't breathe. I was already hard, and that adoration made my pants painfully tight. I need to get the kid off and get him on his way before he could notice anything.

I reached up to unzip his suit and refrained from holding his face gently, like I wanted to. I pulled the zipper down a little bit before Barry blurred underneath me, lying naked on my couch a second later. I so wasn't ready for that, and my mouth got dry. But I focused on what Barry needed so I could get him out of here before he became observant.

A glance at his face as I wrapped my hand around his cock yielded the electrifying sight of Barry watching me through hooded eyes before those eyes widened, and he let out an absolutely filthy moan as he arched up and pushed into my hand. My sanity wouldn't be intact by the time we were through.

"Already so good, Snart. You're giving me exactly what I need, you Greek god of a criminal mastermind"

Nope, straightjacket and rubber room for me. I wanted to at least unbutton my pants to make the pressure more tolerable, but it presented too much temptation and too much risk that Barry would notice. I kept pumping him, trying to make it quick and efficient.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one in a hurry?" Barry asked. "You're the one who takes his time and always has a plan."

Goddamn little shit. He couldn't make it easy on me. And he knew I'd rise to a challenge, especially from him. On the other hand, I now had an excuse to be invested in touching him and making him feel as good as possible.

I let go of his cock and felt a bit vindicated by his desperate cry. I pressed my forehead to his, putting every ounce of Cold and challenge I could into my gaze, and said, "Here I was thinking you were begging me to end it. If you're desperate for my prolonged attention as well, just own up, Scarlet. It isn't like you aren't already begging for your nemesis to touch you."

Barry grew impossibly redder but didn't reply. I didn't move. But then his eyes started shining with tears, and I pulled my face back. "You think I'm disgusting, and I'm sorry. But I really do need this, and I won't bother you agai-"

"For fuck's sake, kid. Don't cry, and I don't think you're disgusting. But if you want something, say so instead of trying to provoke me. You're an honest guy, and that's way more attractive."

That last bit slipped out, and I fought to keep my face straight as Barry's face lit up in surprise. And then a wave of pain seemed to run through him. I slid my hand around his cock, then paused. "One sec."

I heard him gasp behind me as I quickly strode into my room and grabbed some lube from the bedside table. I walked back even quicker and found him clutching the sofa, teeth gritted. I poured some lube on my hand and went back to work on his cock. The pained look evaporated instantly, replaced by desire and pleasure. And green eyes boring into mine with intense gratitude and longing.

It took every bit of self-control I'd honed over the years to not reach into my pants and give myself at least a little relief. I concentrated on a plan to make Barry an even more delirious wreck than he was now.

But a plan wasn't needed. I hadn't even sped my pace that much when Barry's breath stuttered for a moment, before he vibrated, cumming with a scream from an altered version of his voice.

I let him go and looked at my hand, covered in lube and cum and still tingling from the intensity of the Flash's superpowered orgasm. Jesus Christ, he needed to get out of here, because discovering this ability of his was incredibly hot, and my brain was mapping all kinds of scenarios and plans involving it.

I was about to excuse myself to "wash my hand", also a great chance to get off without arousing suspicion, when Barry half-laughed, half-sobbed.

"I was afraid this might happen." I didn't need to ask to realize what was wrong. Barry was still hard, and the initial relaxation of afterglow was already fading as I saw Barry squirm in discomfort.

"What the fuck? Are you a sexual Energizer bunny, Flash?" Another revelation about Barry that served to turn me on more, and my control was slipping.

Barry nodded. "Pretty much. Refractory period is almost non-existant, and I can have almost endless orgasms as long as I'm in the mood for it. I was sorta hoping there'd be an exception here to spare you any more of this, but…"

Endless orgasms. Barry Allen cumming over and over and over again. Something of my desperate arousal must have shown on my face because Barry seemed to tip to my hand. "If you need to get off, don't hold off on my account. Fuck, I'll help if you want. You're certainly helping me, and it looks like I'll need you even more."

The Flash, Barry Allen, was offering to get me off. My self-control was already shredded, and I went for my fly, until Barry beat me to it. He pushed me onto the couch and pulled my pants off, and he was making himself at home between my spread legs before I knew what happened.

Him licking his way up and down my cock like it was a lollipop wasn't anything I was remotely prepared for. My hands slid into his soft hair on reflex; I needed something to hold onto.

"You look like you need this almost as bad as I do. Far be it from me to give Captain Cold blue balls."

I laughed for a moment, but it changed into a gasp when Barry took me into his mouth. He didn't hesitate, didn't gag, just slid smoothly down my cock until I was buried deep in his throat. "Holy shit. Thought you said you didn't have a significant other. You don't strike me as the type of guy to walk around sucking stranger's dicks."

Barry blushed, and it was beautiful and amusing with him deepthroating me. He made no effort to reply, though, which made me more curious. But it could wait until after I emptied myself into that sweet face of his. Which, Jesus, was coming up fast.

I tightened my grip in his hair and started to fuck his mouth gently, wanting to see how he'd react. He relaxed and kept himself wide open for me. I fucked his face more earnestly, and it earned me a groan that vibrated my cock, making me slam into his throat twice more before I came hard enough to lose track of everything for a few moments. Stupefied. The Flash was the most dangerous opponent I'd ever faced, and this was just one more reason.

I melted into the cushions, dazed and blissed out, but lifted my head to look when Barry groaned. I blinked. The front of the couch and the floor were splattered with cum. Barry drank mine down like a fucking pro, and his hands had always been somewhere on me the whole time.

"Did you just cum from getting creamed?" I couldn't keep the incredulity from my voice, and Barry turned away, looking as ashamed as I had ever seen him.

I saw that he was still hard, and the tension in his frame told me he wasn't fully satisfied yet. "I didn't mean it like that, Barry. Fuck, if you like it that much, I will fuck your face till you cum whenever you want." I thought a moment. "Excluding when I'm attending to any heist business."

That made Barry turn to look at me, surprised. This was the third time my unintentional displays of interest had made him look taken aback, and dare I say it, intrigued.

"Just come over here; you obviously aren't done with me yet."

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Cutting this in half since the last bit is holding me up and I really want to post. Bad girl, I know. Also, I want that first one to actually play out longer, but it didn't happen during my first draft here. I might expand to Captain Cold actually using his nefarious plan on the poor, helpless Flash. ;D