"Len?" Barry announced as he walked into Leonard Snart's safehouse, the place Barry had been spending most of his nights. "Are you home?"
"I'm in the kitchen," Len responded curtly.
Barry hummed to himself and walked into the kitchen, happily surprised by what he saw. Len had cooked up quite a buffet of food for Barry, the slim speedster's favourite foods. "What's the occasion?" Barry asked, smiling slightly. He already knew what the answer was. The two had been dating for a year now and Barry knew Len was partial to anniversaries. He'd celebrate them but wouldn't make them a big deal.
Not that Barry minded.
"It's our anniversary," Len pitched, "surely the Flash isn't so slow he'd forget."
"Ouch," Barry grinned. "Come here," he walked over to his boyfriend with a sly smile and wrapped his arms around his waist, not caring that he was in the way of Len's french toast.
Len grunts in response and stares at his boyfriend, the other man's face inches from his. "Barry-"
"I know, I know, don't interrupt you while you're cooking. But can't a guy kiss his boyfriend?"
"Well then do it already," Len snaps not unkindly. He sounded more amused than anything.
Barry grinned and leaned in close, his breath mingling with Len's. He slips a hand into his pocket. He breathes against Len's lips for a moment.
There's a blur of movement and suddenly Barry's standing on the other side of the kitchen island. He's grinning widely, in his hand is a brown leather wallet.
"Wha-" Len checks his pockets and scowls. "Barry, give me my wallet back."
