Billionaire by day, saves the city by night.

Barry idolized Oliver.. idolized that he had always managed to save the day but he never considered that sometimes.. you can't save everyone. Some people, are beyond being saved but at the end of the day, that didn't make things any less rough.

'Ca.. can I get another?'

Barry motioned the bar keeper, a slight stutter as the faintest buzz ran through his body. It wasn't often that he was able to feel the effects of alcohol, chances are it wouldn't last more than an hour or two but.. it was something after the day he'd had.

The latest investigation had revealed to them that there was more to the story than originally thought and with the help of STAR Labs, they had learned the suspect was a metahuman unable to control her powers. By the time they had tracked her location down and came up with a plan.. it was too late. Barry found her unconscious with an empty pill container next to her. Her skin was cold, lips blue.. there was no chance at bringing her back.

It wasn't his fault, but it didn't ease his guilt any different.

'Barry.'

Pulled away from his thoughts, Barry turned to face the firm, attention commanding voice that led to Oliver Queen. Even through his down mood, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man that protected his city as the infamous Green Arrow. Barry scanned Oliver's body - a raspy breathe escaping him as his eyes wandered down the chiseled arms that led to tan, cargo pants that looked amazing on Oliver's stocky build. He took an extra second when his eyes ran back up, the body fitting tank top showing off the firm muscles underneath.

'Hey, Oliver!'

A little too giddy, Barry giggled a bit even if Oliver seemed less than impressed. As the realization sunk in, Barry's brief happiness faded and he sunk into his seat, eyes returning to the empty bottles on the counter in front of him while Oliver took the seat next to him, looking ahead. As the seconds ticked, Barry waited for the question that never came and chimed in, when the silence grew unbearable.

'How do you handle it, Oliver?'

'Handle what?'

'Not being able to save everyone.'

'Is that what this is about?'

Oliver turned, forcing Barry to look him in the eye as the silence turned into tension and tension slowly turned into sexual desire as Barry stared blankly in Oliver's eyes.. his knees feeling weak. Oliver sighed as his voice softened, offering the kind of comfort that Barry needed more than ever.

'What happened today couldn't be stopped. Some people.. they feel alone, scared. They don't know there's another way out. Yes, it sucks. It's not easy to deal with sometimes but.. use that. Use that to understand someone better the next time someone needs sympathy or you have to talk someone down from that ledge.'

It was that simple. That weight Barry felt on his shoulders had disappeared and while part of him still felt burdened.. it was Oliver that he felt in need of more. Before Barry could second guess himself, he leaned forward as his hand wrapped around the back of Oliver's neck and his soft lips attached to the rougher ones of the older man.

Oliver didn't back away, but the kiss wasn't returned either as Barry pulled away and felt defeated. Just when he thought the day couldn't get any worse, he had to let his desire overtake his thoughts and there was no going back in time to undo what was already done.

'Barry.. let me take you home. Better yet, come back to my place. That way, you're not alone tonight.'

'I don't think..'

'Did I give you a choice? You're not spending the night on your own. I was trying to be nice about it but if you're going to fight me now?'

Barry shook his head, choosing to submit rather than fight. That buzz he felt was slowly vanishing and he accepted his night would be as is, grabbing his jacket off his seat while Oliver tossed money onto the counter to pay the tab that had been built up. The walk to the car was quiet, but the inside of the car smelled of Oliver and Barry's nerves calmed as he inhaled the smell.

The car door slammed closed as Oliver adjusted in his seat to face Barry, who found himself out of place suddenly. Eyes locked, Barry's body tensed as Oliver's strong, calloused hand slid onto his thigh, firmly rubbing as the back of his fingers grazed Barry's crotch. He squirmed, wanting.. dying to feel that hand against his loins but didn't dare move.

'Next time, Barry.. don't come to some bar. If you're having a rough day.. come see me. Don't start drinking just because you can, there are better outlets.'

'I.. uh.. don't understand.'

Oliver's hand pulled away and the sexual tension filled the car as it roared to life, Barry desperate to know just how far things could and would of gone.

'Just trust me, Bar. I'm only looking out for you.'

And that was the last thing Oliver spoke on the seemingly overly painful long car ride back to the Queen Manor. Barry pressed his forehead against the cold window in hopes of cooling himself down from what he knew had to be the end of things. He had to get over his lust of Oliver but it seemed impossible.. little taunts and teases keeping him wanting more.

Closing his eyes, Barry didn't expect to doze off, a dull headache from the alcohol being the last thing he felt.

Against the door, Barry panted as he found himself pressed between Oliver and the door. When he had awoken, they had just pulled into Queen Manor and he followed between the older man like some obedient puppy. As they approached the room that Barry would be staying in, Oliver had turned and grabbed him, pinning him against the doorframe.

He leaned in, his hand caressing the side of Barry's face as his pressed his lips against the man he had brought home. The kiss started off gentle, meaningful but grew into something rough and primal. Barry parted his lips and Oliver's tongue slipped inside to explore the cavern being given to him. The smaller man moaned into the kiss as his hands instinctively reached for cargo pants - undoing the button as Oliver groaned at the freedom it offered.

Backing away from the kiss, Oliver grabbed the door knob and turned it, catching Barry by the arm as he began to fall backward into the room.

'Understand now?'

'This.. this is your room.'

'It is. When you've had a rough day, this is where you come from now on and let me take care of you.'

Barry began to open his mouth to protest, that was too much for Oliver to do even though deep down, he was excited by the mere thought but before he was able to say a word.. his mouth was covered by the palm of Oliver's hand.

'No talking.'

Barry nodded and the hand was removed from his mouth before Oliver grabbed at the hem of Barry's t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Heat rose to Barry's face as his body became exposed to Oliver, his nipples stiff in the chilly air. Oliver walked around him like a predator with eyes on it's prey, stopping dead behind him as his chest pressed against Barry's back.

A soft moan escaped Barry when he felt how firm the chest of Oliver Queen was, letting the older man slide his hands around him and work down towards his hands where the simple undoing of the front button allowed them to slide straight down to the floor. Sliding his feet out of the shoes he wore, Barry kicked his pants off but flinched when the bottom of his feet touched the cold floor.

'Bed, go.'

Walking past Oliver, Barry kept his mouth shut and made his way towards the bed where he climbed onto it, crawling to the middle of what had to be a King sized mattress.. fittingly.

Oliver joined him, slipping out of his shoes and stripping off the tank top that he had worn to his workout prior to the call for Barry. Tossing it onto the floor with the rest of the clothes that piled up, he kneeled on the bed between Barry's parted legs, and crawled up until his body hovered inches above the smaller man.

Locking lips, Oliver attacked Barry's mouth with need and found his motion greeted with complete acceptance as his tongue slipped back into the mouth he had claimed in the doorway. His hands roamed Barry's slender yet slightly curvy body, running down the sides until his fingers hooked into the waistband, where they stayed.

Pulling away, Oliver's mouth moved to the exposed neck of Barry, nipping and sucking on the tender flesh until a soft purple coloring formed.. a hickey to come. His lips parted into a smile as Barry lulled his head back. One hand on the back of Oliver's head and the other gripping one of the firm pecs that he always wanted to feel.

Little by little, Oliver worked his way down until he reached one of Barry's firm nipples, taking it gently between his teeth. A soft tug and Barry arched his back with heavy moan, groaning when Oliver released the nub.

'Mm, Olly..'

As he neared Barry's belly button, Oliver pulled on the briefs hard enough to give the smaller man the idea as he lifted his hips to allow them to slide off with ease. Sitting back on his knees, Oliver pulled them off all the way, leaving Barry exposed from head to toe.

'This Barry.. is how to relive tension.'

Flinging the briefs, Oliver wrapped his arms under Barry's legs, his hands hooking around to hold him by his thighs. Oliver slid up the bed slowly, his thick tongue grazing the underside of Barry's semi-hard dick. A slutty moan filled the room as Oliver moved up until he reached the head of hardening member.. taking it into his mouth.

Barry arched, his hands holding onto the back of Oliver's head as the older man's mouth took all of him. He wanted to squirm, but his legs weren't nearly as strong as the arms locked around them. Barry's toes curled as Oliver's tongue worked the tender spots on the underside on his way back up.

'Olly.. ah, Olly..'

Oliver's name filled the room as he orally pleasured Barry, bobbing his head little by little faster, knowing that it wouldn't be long before there was sexual gratification. Barry didn't have much luck in his sex life, he went long periods of time without getting any and Oliver was bringing him into an entirely new world of feel good.

Precum oozed from Barry's slit and Oliver's tongue lapped at it, the heels of Barry's feet digging into the firm upper back of Oliver as his legs rested over the shoulders of the man helping work out his tension. His fingers turned white as his grip on the back of the man's head tightened.. his breathes turning into pants.

'I.. I'm..'

As Oliver slid all the way down, Barry's dick throbbed before the undeniably hard first shot of semen ripped from his slit with a gutted cry tearing from his throat. His body spasmed, his hips bucked involuntarily as he unloaded a few more hard, throbbing gushes into the mouth of Oliver.

Oliver swallowed Barry's load as the smaller man finished the wave of pleasure his orgasm offered, though a bit slipped between his lips, sliding down the corner to his mouth and into his facial hair. As Barry's body fell limp, Oliver slid the softening dick out of his mouth.

Exhaustion sunk in, Barry's mind and body finding peace as he flicked between conscious and unconscious. The last thing Barry saw was Oliver between his legs, shirtless and just the hint of semen in the corner of his mouth before his world faded into slumber.