'So, this is where you work? Nice little office here, Bar.'

Oliver glanced around Barry's small lab as they walked in, studying every nook and cranny of where the younger man worked. A severe thunderstorm was due to strike at anytime, the rain growing harder as the time passed. The news had advised everyone stay inside, bunker down for the night to avoid any accidents or incidents and he had happened to be visiting Barry at work to show more interest in his life.

'It's not the biggest space ever, but it's normally just me so it's more than enough for me to have stuff spread out. Sometimes Joe comes by when we have a case but.. I don't think anyone will be showing up since everything's been shut down tonight.'

Barry kicked his shoes off at the door, curling his toes as the bottom of his bare feet touched the cold floor. He made his way across the room towards the desk that rested under a small window, grabbing bottles of water. Tossing one towards Oliver, Barry straddled his favorite stool that sat next to desk and placed his feet on the metal bars connected between the legs, keeping them off the ground.

'Could use some organization though, I have to say. You're normally pretty anal about where things are, Barry. Everything goes somewhere, isn't that what you told me before?'

Oliver's eyes wandered about the files and folders scattered across the big table middle of the room. Most of the files seemed to be about the case Barry was working on, nothing that Oliver needed to be concerned about but underneath one of the folders, a photograph caught Oliver's attention. As he placed his bottle of water on the table, he brushed aside everything to uncover the photo.

'Barry, what's this?'

'What's what?'

Slipping off the stool that offered him comfort, Barry approached Oliver, who looked at the photo with curiosity. Oliver's thick, slightly bushy eyebrows arched in amusement as the corners of his mouth curled upward into a faint smile. Turning the photo between his fingers around, Barry found his throat run dry suddenly and heat flush from his cheeks.

'Why do you have this photo of me on the salmon ladder? I know it has nothing to do with the case you're working on because you're not working any cases right now.. but, you've never seen me on the ladder, who gave this to you?'

'I.. uh..'

Barry's brain shut down and the words not only escaped him, but it meant selling out the person that had done him a favor. Opening his water, Barry took a hard swig, swooshing it around his mouth to delay needing to answer. His eyes scanned Oliver, soaking in the visual of the man standing before him.

Lost in his thoughts, the loud crack of thunder was enough to scare him - Barry jumped, his water spilling onto Oliver's pants as he dropped the bottle. Barry's mouth hung open in shock as Oliver seemed to barely react.

'Oliver, I am so sorry. Here, let me just grab something to help clean it up, I think I've got a towel or napkins around here.'

'Barry.'

'Oh man, I don't know what's with my bad today but I just.. okay, uh.'

'Barry.'

'Oh, there's a towel over there. Give me a second.'

Grabbing the towel, Barry rushed back to Oliver and reached out to pat down the front of the older man's pants but found his arm grabbed by the wrist. Looking up, his eyes locked with the man that his drink split on and felt himself submit, not wanting to cross some kind of line.

'Enough Barry. It's fine, things happen. There's nobody here and we've got heat. There's an easier way to handle this.'

Letting go of Barry's wrist, Oliver's hands played with the button on his pants, sliding the knob through it's slit before lowering the zipper. Stepping out of his shoes, he slid the wet pants down his legs and kicked them off with his feet before tossing them onto a chair near the door.

Barry's breathe hitched, sucking in his bottom lip as he admired Oliver's firm, muscle made thighs. Strong, meant to support the heavy load Oliver's broad.. handsome shoulders carried. The older man's briefs clung to his body, hugging him in all the right places.

'Wasn't that hard, was it?'

'I.. hard, no.. what'd you say?'

Oliver stepped towards Barry and Barry took a step back. He knew that look in the older man's eye.. that sparkle when he knew he had an advantage. Most people didn't give Oliver the credit he deserved, his flaws made him smarter, better. Most of the time, it was in the good way as he used that to protect the city but sometimes, he had his selfish moments.

Step for step, Barry found himself looking Oliver in the face as he backed into the wall, feeling his loins slowly ache at the mere thought of being the half naked man's target. Barry sighed heavy to himself as his back pressed against the wall, trapped between it and Oliver.

Trying to turn away, Oliver pressed his hand to the wall, blocking him. Stuck, Barry faced the older man and groaned softly when Oliver's firm, warm hand caressed his right cheek.. his body wanting to crumble against his touch.

'You know, we've.. been together long enough to take things to the next level.'

'Next level? What.. what do you mean?'

Oliver's hand slid from Barry's cheek to under his chin, holding him gently by throat. His thumb stroked the underside of Barry's chin, and he smiled when he felt the younger man swallow his nerves.

'Do you trust me, Barry? Trust me to take you to that next level of feel good? Trust me to fill every desire.. even the ones you didn't know you had? To do things to you that will make that fire burning in your lions right now even hotter? Turn around.'

Without question, Barry did what he was told, turning to face the wall as Oliver's hand remained against his throat. He yelped when Oliver pushed him close, his back against the firm chest of Oliver that he both loved and craved. The older man's free hand snaked slowly up Barry's side as he spoke into the younger man's ear.. his raspy voice an almost seductive growl.

'After we leave, the next time we sleep together - it's not going to be just sex. Things will be done to you, Barry, that nobody else can or will do. You haven't been with many people and you've gone the past two years speeding through life.. it's time someone slowed you down and brought you back down to reality. Sex isn't just about lust, it's about satisfaction. Any man can get you off Barry, I want you to get off from head to toe.'

Barry's body stiffened and he squirmed against Oliver's chest, his pert little ass rubbing against the crotch of the older man.

'Now, tell me.. who gave you that photo of me on the salmon ladder?'

'It.. it was Roy.'

'Figures. Regardless, you looked good on me the last time we had sex.. it got me through some lonely showers and by the time I'm done with you next time? There's going to be an outline of you all over me.'