Barry can't keep his hands off of HR and discovers something interesting about him the other Harrison Wells before him didn't. He certainly isn't the same, but that doesn't stop Barry from making him his muse.

This is dedicated to Flccc…

The next morning, he's trying too hard again, making breakfast and maintaining the facility, unlike the other Wells. Barry realizes that he got everyone coffee again, a staple for most of their mornings. Barry didn't have the heart to tell HR that they weren't coming in today. The desks were immaculate. Barry hadn't expected that, but it became apparent that HR was not the genius he claimed to be during their virtual message the team received.

It was like cleaning up and keeping everyone happy was his ultimate goal if he couldn't aid them in the same manner his predecessors had. He also knew they'd been burned twice by the same man that he said he was. Barry was shocked when Cisco mentioned going through his stuff to vibe and find out who he really was, but they'd gotten caught. Trust was an issue now and they'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Barry knew he wouldn't be in too much trouble, given the fact that the very same Wells had given him lip service.

"I guess trust isn't something you can find on this Earth." His tone was low, quiet, and so fucking lethal. Barry's heart thudded in his chest. He sounded like the past and he needed him…again.

It didn't take long for Cisco to head home, tail between his legs and feeling ashamed. Barry had felt like his nerves were on fire for the rest of the night. It kept playing over and over in his mind. He couldn't even look at HR. Of course he probably chalked it down to feeling pitiful or sorry for what he'd done….oh no…that wasn't the case at all.

Barry couldn't even look at him because he was afraid of what he'd do the moment he used that very same tone with him again. He was terrified because he couldn't control himself anymore.

"You'll have to do better than that." He hissed, low and dangerous. Barry felt his skin prickle, hair on edge. The way HR's voice melted him smooth to nothingness…He could only nod silently and clench his teeth.

"Can't really come back from that I guess." Barry snapped quickly. He watched HR's eyes widen and then narrow, just like Harry…fuck.

Barry snorted a breath and crossed his arms.

"I don't know what the fuck you want me to say." Barry growled back, angry with what his voice did to him. He was livid and turned on so much he couldn't even make eye contact anymore. He shuffled his feet and turned away from him.

"I know it wasn't your plan." His tone softened.

"I want to stay. Let me be your muse." His tone went softer and gained that humorous edge Barry had quickly become accustomed to. He liked how hip and different he was from the others. Chains hanging off a pocket and the way he rolled up his sleeves, arm candy to stare at. Barry sucked in a breath and watched his arms tense and relax as he heard the familiar tak tak of his drumstick. Barry wanted it…him…again.

"I know you want to stay." He dared to move closer,

and I want you to stay here too." Barry chewed his lip. HR nodded quickly and rested the sticks in his lap and sat down on the floor. Barry's hand reached out and sifted through his hair and then he ran his fingertips over the brim of his hat.

"I like this." He smiled and tipped the hat up and before he could move his hand, HR pressed his cheek against it, as if he needed it as much as Barry did. He pulled HR's chin and leaned in and kissed him. It was soft and explorative. Barry slowly slid to the floor and was face-to-face with him. He tensed when HR's hand pressed against his hip and slowly trailed lower, sliding into his back pocket.

"Oh God." Barry sighed and HR was scooting closer, running his lips along his jawline, his other hand pressing against the front of his pants.

"I have the feeling you have a history with the other ones before me." He admitted.

"Y…yeah, but only the first one. I know better not to repeat the mistake with the second." Barry admitted.

"Oh…and what about the third?" His voice went deep again, making Barry arch up into his hand.

"Who gives a fuck….I like that better." He smiled and curled his hand around Barry.

"Hff…" HR's grunt was hot against his neck and Barry quickly reached for his this time. He felt just like Eobard…the way his skin pulsed beneath his hand. Barry felt like it was a mosquito bite he could never scratch until now, he dug his nails into his chest, eliciting a gasp from the man beneath him. Barry straddled him and experimentally shifted his hips forward, watching HR's face twist in pleasure. He leaned in and kissed his way down and promptly removed his shirt and was already pulling his pants down. Barry eagerly opened his mouth and went down without warning.

"Fuck!" The obscenity left his mouth before he could stop it. Barry sucked harder, remembering when Harry would swear under his breath when he thought he was alone. HR rose slightly off the floor, panting and unable to keep up with Barry's quick mouth.

"I.." HR warned, and Barry pulled himself off with a pop noise and scooted forward, positioning himself perfectly in his lap. Barry watched his teeth clench as he sat down onto him, adjusting to his girth. Barry moved forward just enough for HR's eyes to roll back. He moved harder the next time and kept up in tandem with HR.

"You can be my muse." Barry panted and leaned in, kissed him hard then sucked on the soft spot of his neck. Blush spread over HR's cheeks as Barry bared down harder, searching for just the right…

"Oh…" Barry gasped, thighs clenching and he went faster. Barry pressed one of his drumsticks against HR's mouth until his teeth closed over it. He then grabbed his scarf, tightened it and surged forward, fucking him for all he was worth. HR's eyes watered slightly as Barry vibrated around him. He leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, slowing down and riding him slower, deeper… HR was writhing beneath him and locked his arms above his, holding him still and slamming his hips upward to meet Barry thrust for thrust. A mewl left the speedster as he relaxed and let HR take over. He kissed him over the drumstick, inhaling the stale scent of wood against his wet mouth. Barry felt his body seize up and HR's hands clamped over his wrists and push all the way inside him, staying there and growling through clenched teeth. He eyes slammed shut when Barry felt heat surge inside him and he knew he'd reached his limit and Barry pushed himself down as hard as he could. Nothing could describe what he'd just done except for the fact that he'd probably just taken HR's first time with a guy. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck him too, but he knew when to reign it in and not push boundaries, maybe next time. A clink of wood against the tile meant he'd spat out the drumstick.

"Cigarette?" He asked, making Barry's eyes go wide as he was offered.

"Umm…maybe not." Barry suddenly was uncertain of what he'd just done, but he knew there was no going back from this so he took it.

"Here." He lit the spare cigarette between Barry's lips and leaned in with one of his own. He pressed the tip of his unlit cigarette to Barry's and sucked in hard, igniting his own. Barry felt heat rush to his cheeks when he remembered how his cheeks looked when sucked something else hard between his lips. Barry watched HR turn to the side and turned away from him. Barry was about to protest until he saw a tattoo on his shoulder of some kind of astral symbol he didn't recognize.

"Oh…" He reached out and touched it. He'd never touched one before and the fact that there were still so many things to discover about this Harrison Wells excited him. He wished he could get to know all of them. How greedy of him. Barry leaned close and rested his chin against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around his hips and he nuzzled him. A puff of smoke drifted above them. Barry quickly realized he couldn't stand them. He reached in front of Harrison's face and pressed his own cigarette to Harrison's mouth. He chuckled and slipped it between his teeth with the other one.

"You look ridiculous." Barry scoffed and he took a deep breath and blew a wave of smoke behind him, turning over so he was facing him.

"I'm keeping you, even if they have you leave. You can't tell anyone. I know you don't have anywhere else to go." Barry was adamant about keeping him for himself, even if the team decided it would be in their best interest to find a different and more intelligent Wells.

"Shh…" He pressed his finger to Barry's lips and put out the stubs of cigarettes on the cold floor.

"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered in his ear.

"What if another one comes along and they like him better?" Barry couldn't stop worrying.

"Then you'll probably fuck him too." HR laughed out loud.

"Hey!" Barry swatted at him and he curled up closer and tickled him.

"Maybe I'll help." He joked.

Barry never felt such a relief of the truth leave HR's mouth other than asking to be his muse.

"I know if he comes back, you'll have him too, why not?" HR smiled and pulled his hat back on.

Barry had the feeling that HR was very…very right.

So this is another quick chapter that explores the HR/Barry couple. Hope you all like and enjoyed this. Maybe it's a side story, still uncertain to what it really is! XD