This one is for AngelOfDarkness512, who requested some Earth-2 madness. Thank you!

Barry straightened his bowtie and smoothed back his freshly combed hear in preparation for Lenny to pick him up from work in a few minutes. He'd decided to work late at Picture News on a story about the return of Jay Garrick. Now it was dark, the newsroom entirely empty for curfew.

Normally, it would be dangerous for Barry to be out and about on the streets so late, but there was a wind of change on the horizon with The Flash back, he just knew it. And, after all, it wasn't as if Mayor Snart would have him arrested, or as if Iris wouldn't let him slide by the law a little. It helped that Detective West was practically his sister, and that he was dating the mayor's brother, a man sometimes known as one of Central City's other heroes—Citizen Cold.

As a reporter, Barry was often in the line of fire, something he realized he took for granted when he had a badass detective for a best friend, and a superhero boyfriend. Some people were afraid of meta humans. With Zoom being in control of most of them, it was understandable, but Barry knew that having powers didn't make someone evil, that only came from choice.

Lenny had been affected almost identically to what happened to Killer Frost, but he hadn't been hit as hard as she was when the Particle Accelerator blew. He didn't drain people of their heat on contact; he only had the outward blasts and the ability to lower the temperature in a room. Maybe that had something to do with why Killer Frost was so mean.

Barry glanced one more time at the reflection of himself in his computer monitor. He and Lenny were going to have a late dinner and a rare night in. Lenny had promised him he'd stay home rather than patrol for Zoom's meta humans tonight. The Flash seemed to have a plan in place after all; no use getting in the way of that. And if Barry was being a little selfish wanting to keep his boyfriend out of harm's way, well, he was allowed. Lenny risked his life all the time for other people. Sometimes Barry just wanted to have his hero all to himself.

A few more minutes now… Barry tapped his fingers on his desk. He was finished writing for the night. He could close down his computer, gather his things, and wait by the door. It wouldn't seem too over-eager. He and Lenny had grown far past caring about making fools of themselves for each other—well, mostly Barry had been the one doing that anyway. They practically lived together now. Iris kept teasing him about where the ring was, which only served to make Barry blush so red that he thought steam would rise from his skin.

Though if Lenny ever did offer a ring…

A clattering noise from the back of the newsroom made Barry jump. "Lenny?" he said in a whisper that no one, Lenny included, would be able to hear. He paused, heart in his throat, as he waited for the familiar voice of his boyfriend to call out to him.

And then he heard it—but not calling for him.

Barry's shoulders relaxed as he clearly picked up on Lenny's voice. But he was on the other side of the building, talking to someone else. Maybe he'd gotten a call as he arrived. Yeah…that made sense.

Barry gathered his messenger bag and clicked off the lamp by his desk, leaving the room in even more darkness than it had been in before. He stood slowly, moving step by step toward the wall that separated the news area from the entertainment section.

"That's not the point," Lenny's voice ground out in anger. "We were supposed to do this together. We planned to take Zoom down together. Then you not only left without me, you stole my cold gun!"

Cold…gun? What was Lenny talking about?

"Because you've never, oh, I don't know…gallivanted through time without consulting me?!" another voice answered, one Barry didn't recognize—or at least, he didn't think he did. There was something vaguely familiar about it, but he couldn't place it.

"We are not having this discussion right now," Lenny seethed—he rarely seethed; he was really angry right now. Barry inched closer to the wall, aware that Lenny and whoever he was arguing with were just on the other side, apparently unaware that he was there.

"Sure," the other man huffed, "when you want to yell at me for going behind your back, it's fair game, but I'm not allowed to bring up when you do the exact same thing to me?"

"You know about the Legends. You've been on the damn ship with me!"

"Not in months, Len. Months. But you keep going out on missions. I only know about them if I hear from Ray. Or Sara. Or Mick!"

Mick? He was in on this? Lisa's head of security? What did he have to do with anything? And who was Sara?

"You don't always need to know where I am. And I don't always have the opportunity to fill you in when Rip picks us up."

"But you always have to know where I am? Tell me the truth, Len. You don't want me to know, because you don't want me in the line of fire. You don't want me taking another shot for you like I did the last time I was on the WaveRider. Well that's exactly how I feel! I didn't want you in the line of fire with Zoom. He lives to torment people through their loved ones. You think I wanted to see you caught in his grasp, to see him use you against me?"

"We planned for this—"

"And I was an idiot, okay, I know!" the other man yelled, cutting Lenny off.

Len. Why did he keep calling him Len? No one called him that. It was always Leonard. With Lisa and Barry two of the very few who got to call him Lenny. The people who worked at the shelter with him called him Mr. Snart, since he was the boss, who ran the home for abused partners and children. It made Mayor Snart look better, having a brother devoted to that kind of cause, but that wasn't why Lenny did it. He honestly cared. When he risked his life as Citizen Cold, he wore a mask to protect the people in his life from being a target. Very few people even know Lenny was a meta.

Who was this person who apparently knew Lenny as much as Barry did? Who knew he had tried to face off against Zoom? Who called Lenny a loved one with such conviction?

Barry pressed his palm to the wall as he stood there listening, his other hand braced on the lamp at the edge of his editor's desk as a knot formed in his gut because…Lenny didn't talk this openly, this emotionally with anyone. Only with him.

"I was wrong, Len. I know that. Trying to use your gun on my own was a disaster, and if you hadn't followed me…" A shaky breath, then the sound of Lenny sighing, of rustling clothing…like they'd embraced.

"So we're both terrible at letting each other make our own decisions about when we stick our necks out," Lenny said, his voice muffled, pressed against fabric or…skin. "I'll try to be better, but then you have to be too. We got lucky this time. The plan worked. Zoom's gone now, finally. Harry and Jesse can have their lives back. Jay can have his city back. And we can go home."

Home…?

What had Barry missed all this time, that he didn't know Lenny at all? Had he just been some fling, and this man, this man was the one he loved and had a home with?

"I'm sorry, Len," the other man said, voice choked and tear-stained, muffled like Lenny's. "I was scared, and I just…" a miserable sniffle and gasp for breath, "I'm sorry."

Silence. For a long time. No sobbing, just breaths and stuttered words. Barry wanted to peek around the corner, wanted to see this man with his Lenny so badly, to understand what he was missing, what he'd obviously missed for a long time. He couldn't even care that Zoom had apparently been defeated—for good this time.

He let his hand drop from the wall and wondered how quickly he could turn and escape the building without Lenny noticing. If only he was swifter on his feet, and not such a klutz.

The wet sound of mouths meeting, of tongues and bodies connecting, made him feel like he might throw up. How could Lenny? Right here in Picture News, where he was supposed to come to pick Barry up and have a night home with him—not with some stranger.

"Len," the other man gasped—and wow, that made the voice sound especially familiar. Barry had to know this person, had to have met him before. Someone from the shelter? From Lisa's staff? Maybe from the CCPD? Barry tried to focus on that, on the unknown identity, so he wouldn't have to think about the sounds the man started to make as Lenny kissed him in places other than his lips.

"We're gonna go home, kid…and we're gonna work through this," Lenny said, causing a pang in Barry's chest at another mention of 'home', "but you need to promise me that you will never do this again. Don't take the choice away from me. Don't risk me losing you without the chance to say goodbye…"

Another gasp from the stranger that Barry must know, he had to know this man, but he still couldn't place the voice. Then a whimper. Then the sound of items toppling off a desk. Lenny did always like to seal the end of a fight with a connection of skin.

God…Barry really was going to lose his lunch now. He wavered on his feet, trying to will himself to back away.

"Promise me…"

"Len, I…I want to, but…you have to promise me, too."

"I do. I will. Quid pro quo, kid. We do this, then we do it together. No more sneaking around behind each other's backs."

Just sneaking around behind Barry's. Lenny usually called Barry 'kid'.

He had to get out of there. But damn it, he had to know who it was. Had to know who had captured his Lenny's heart in such a powerful way that Barry hadn't even known he'd lost him.

"Okay, Len…I promise. We…" another gasp, "…we should get back."

"They can wait for us."

"But Zoom…we…"

"We won the day. Let them worry for a few minutes. We got this whole building to ourselves, and you owe me. Just lucky us that we found it unlocked and empty."

Now Barry was angry. Did Lenny not even remember he was supposed to pick him up? He clutched the edge of the wall again, gripped the lamp tighter, all fury and resentment and determination, even if there were tears on his cheeks. He steeled himself, gripped the wall harder, and peered around the edge…

His stomach plummeted. They were even on Eddie's desk. As editor of the entertainment section, Eddie's desk was in the center with his team positioned around him. He loved entertainment, because it meant he could personally oversee any articles about the very popular local singer Joe West…and get closer to Iris. Barry didn't mind that one of his closest friends at work was in love with his best friend from childhood.

His father and Joe had been close when Iris and Barry were younger, after Henry tried so hard to save Joe's wife when her heart failed. There was nothing Henry could do, but how hard he'd tried, and how much he had been there for Joe and Iris when Francine died, solidified their friendship, and paved the way for Barry and Iris to be friends too. Barry couldn't imagine anyone better suited for Iris than Eddie…assuming he could get around how protective Joe was.

Now there Lenny was, with some other man lifted up on Eddie's desk, kissing his neck and unzipping his…suit? What was that red thing the man was wearing? And what was Lenny wearing? Instead of his long blue trench coat with white fur on the hood, the coat was shorter, darker, the fur darker too. It was clearly the back of Lenny's head, no mask on that Barry could see, but instead goggles hung from his neck.

The man he was kissing was wearing red, some single piece suit. He must have been a meta too. Maybe that was it. Maybe Lenny couldn't stand being with a normal human. Maybe he'd needed something more, someone more exciting. With long legs and a toned body revealed when Lenny started unzipping the suit. Brunette hair like Barry, but floofed up, messy from the cowl hanging from his neck that he must have been wearing earlier. Like Barry but stronger. Better, apparently, and…

And…

And wearing Barry's face!

Barry blinked as Lenny finished unzipping the suit and dropped to his knees between the man's thighs, spread open for him on the desk. His face, no longer hidden, was unmistakably Barry's own. No glasses. Broader, bigger, different, and yet…still Barry.

The zipper to the suit went all the way down, and with it open fully, it was easy for Lenny to pull the man's cock out to the open air and start to stroke him. That was definitely Barry.

"Len…" the other Barry moaned, dropping his head back as he braced himself on Eddie's desk.

Len. Another Barry. In a suit. And Lenny—Len—in the wrong costume.

They were breachers! Barry had heard about them from Lenny, some incident with Killer Frost, something about what Zoom was really up to, things Barry didn't have enough information on to write about, and that Lenny had made him promise he wouldn't investigate further until it was safe. If he wrote about something too close to home to what Zoom was planning, he'd be an automatic target. And just like how this Len and Barry didn't want each other in harm's way, Barry's Lenny didn't want him at risk either.

Lenny wasn't cheating on him. These people were from a whole other world. Lived entirely different lives. And yet…Barry grinned to himself as he realized that even on another earth, he and Lenny were still together.

All his anxiety and anger seeped out of him in a rush…while the other Barry moaned as Len took him into his mouth.

Oh. Right. Barry should probably…not watch this. Lenny would be there soon to pick him up, and—

"Fuck, Len…your mouth…" Other Barry's hips rocked upwards, meeting Len's rhythmic bobbing. Wow, that looked…different from this angle.

Barry swallowed low in his throat, hidden as best he could be, but kept his view of the unfolding scene as he pressed in closer to the wall to hear and see all the better.

"How can you be so…I mean, fuck, Len, one minute we're fighting and then—"

"Coz you're all keyed up, Barry," Len smacked his lips as he pulled back, before twirling out his tongue to lick at his Barry's exposed length. "That energy needs to go somewhere, and I'd rather help it along like this. Get it out of our systems before we head home."

"Cisco's going to—"

"Cisco will be fine, Scarlet. Focus on the moment."

Scarlet? Lenny called Barry that too, because he had blushed so deeply when they first met with the way Lenny flirted so mercilessly with him. At the time, Barry had thought he was meeting Citizen Cold; he didn't know the man beneath the mask until months later. He wondered only briefly who Cisco was.

Len continued to bob between Other Barry's legs, causing the Barry watching to get hotter and hotter under the collar and feel like he needed to loosen his bowtie. He never imagined watching himself get blown by Lenny could be so arousing. But then how could it not be? Maybe he should take Lenny up on that offer to film them sometime…

Other Barry's moans started to crescendo, his mouth dropping open further, eyes closed tight, legs spreading wider—

—only for Len to pull off with a pop and climb back up his body.

"Wh…What are you doing?"

"I'm still mildly upset, Barry. Did you think I was gonna play nice?" Len rumbled.

Barry shivered as he watched them, because he saw Other Barry shiver too, as Len's hands, gloved in black, pushed inside the red suit to touch the other man's bare skin, and his mouth hovered millimeters from capturing a kiss. Other Barry tried to scoot closer, to find some friction between them again, but Len held back.

"Ah, ah, ah…you want me to touch you again, you need to prove you can follow orders like a good boy." Len pulled Other Barry off the desk, held him close for a moment, long enough to avoid an attempted kiss, then started to push on Other Barry's shoulders to force him to his knees.

Barry was not the type of person who could touch himself in public. Certainly not in a situation like this where he was watching another couple engage in sexual relations. That would be wrong! Even if it was more or less himself he was watching, and his own boyfriend, in a weird way.

It was a lovely sight though, the way other Barry obeyed and dropped to his knees, undoing Len's black pants beneath the navy parka as he leaned against Eddie's desk for leverage. The costume was strange, and Barry could see the gun they'd been talking about, hooked into a holster at Len's side, but it was his face that was the most striking now that Barry could see it clearly.

That was Lenny's face, but it also…wasn't. He looked harder, colder, like he'd been through worse in his life than Lenny. And that seemed so sad to Barry, because Lenny had been through plenty. What sort of life had this Len lived that the only softness he seemed to carry was for his Barry?

Of course that also made Barry smile. No matter how bad things might be, there was a Barry in another world to make Len happy.

Len hummed in pleasure when Other Barry took him out and eagerly deep-throated him. He was so gentle despite having ordered the other man into that position. The roughness was a game more than anything real, because his hand was gentle when it reached for Other Barry's head, gloved fingers carding softly through brunette strands of hair, not holding him in place with any true force.

Barry and Lenny were much the same way whenever they fought, not that it was often. They'd barely finish with apologies and words of affection before they had each other's pants off. It was this insatiable need to be closer again after feeling separated, isolated by whatever their argument had been about.

In this case, with this Len and Barry, it was almost as if they were fighting over who loved the other more, and wanted to keep the other safe. Which was sad, and silly, and beautiful. Just as Len's cock sliding between Other Barry's lips was beautiful.

Barry reached down and squeezed himself through his slacks, if only to relieve some of the pressure of just how hard he was growing watching them.

"Use your hand, Barry…" Len panted, eyes hooded as he glanced down at the man between his thighs. "Let me feel those vibrations."

Vibrations?

Oh—oh my. Barry squeezed himself through his slacks again, because this other him, he was a meta. But not just any meta. He blurred with speed! He was a speedster, like Garrick!

The red suit, the lightning bolt. He was The Flash in his world.

Wow. Barry Allen—The Flash. Barry nearly giggled at the notion, excited even though it didn't affect his life, in his world. It was just so fascinating that in some other reality, he was the meta and Lenny was the normal human.

And goodness, speed powers had all sorts of uses, it turned out.

Other Barry's face blurred, but also his hands, his fingers, as he held Len at the base while he sucked on his tip, and reached his other hand, also vibrating, to touch Len's balls, to reach back and tease gently at his entrance. In moments, Len was so overloaded with the combination of sensations, he rocked up from the desk, quivering as he came, something that only made the talented speedster deep-throat Len again to suck down every last drop.

He wiped at his mouth when he pulled off, glancing up coyly and batting his lashes at Len. "Now will you get me off? Please?"

Len sagged against the desk, his anger from before gone, all the tension that had been present in his shoulders diminishing in the aftermath of release. He looked down at Other Barry and reached for his chin, holding his face kindly but firm. "I should make you wait. Keep you hard the whole trip home. Then only let you come after I've thoroughly taken you apart, and there is no doubt that from now on you will always be honest with me."

"Always," Other Barry nodded, eager to be touched, to get off, but also sincere in his promise. "Please, Len…don't make me wait. I'll be good for you. I'll be so good…" He pressed a gentle kiss to Len's inner thigh.

Len sighed and slid his fingers back into the other Barry's hair again. "Get up here...and convince me."

Another squeeze through Barry's slacks, but it wasn't nearly enough. He was so hard. It would be easy to just…undo the button and draw the zipper down. They'd never know. No one would ever know…

Other Barry rose to his feet and kissed Len, their naked lower halves colliding while so much of them remained clothed. Other Barry's hands pushed their way inside Len's sweater, feeling his chest up to his collarbone, while he kissed him and slid his erection against Len's thigh, damp from being sucked off.

Len removed his gloves finger by finger, let them drop to the floor once they were off, then pulled from the kiss only to replace his lips with the fingers of his right hand. Other Barry sucked two into his mouth without pause, coating them with saliva in the hopes of what Len might do with those fingers. Once Len pulled the now glistening wet digits from between Other Barry's lips, he reached down and took hold of him, mixing precum and spit for a smoother stroke.

Other Barry's head dropped back, offering up his long neck for Len to latch onto with tongue and teeth. He rocked into Len's grip, as Len nipped and sucked down his throat. The panting breaths were a familiar sound to Barry because they were his own, though maybe that was because he was panting too, finally finding the strength of will to undo his slacks.

"Len…" Other Barry gasped.

Lenny, Barry thought. It was so easy to imagine that it wasn't his own hand palming him through his underwear, but that of his boyfriend.

It wasn't Len's strokes that caused the other Barry to cum, but the subtle disappearance of Len's hand inside the suit that finally pushed the speedster over the edge—a telling gasp, a deeper moan and ending whimper as Len undoubtedly slid his wet fingers inside his lover.

While Barry parted the slit of his boxers to reach inside, his other hand continued to brace his weight on the lamp on his editor's desk, something he didn't realize was a bad idea until the first relieving touch of skin on skin…and the disorienting loss of balance as the lamp slipped off the edge of the desk and crashed to the floor.

Barry stumbled back from the wall, nearly flailing in his attempt to keep from toppling over to join the ruined lamp. His hand that had only just started to touch himself, grasped for his messenger bag. In moments he'd stopped his backwards momentum, but as he recognized the peril he was in, he turned to run for the door.

Other Barry stood blocking his path.

Barry yelped, grasping the strap of his messenger bag with both hands. Unthinkingly, he spun around to try running the other direction, but there was Len, gun charged and glowing as it pointed directly at him.

"Don't shoot!" Barry ducked his head and raised both hands, as he backpedaled again trying to escape from being trapped between the pair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was…totally unacceptable behavior. But this is my building, and I was working late, and then you two came in, and I…I thought Lenny was cheating on me!"

"Lenny?" the other Barry said. His suit was zipped up, his cowl in place again, but he wore a somewhat entertained smile.

Barry slowly lowered his arms, though when he glanced at Len, the gun was still aimed and the man looked none too amused. At least he was fully dressed again too. "Uhh…yes? My Lenny. Obviously that's your Lenny. Or Len! I guess… I am so sorry. It felt wrong to interrupt, and I know I shouldn't have watched, but it was all so fascinating." His eyes widened behind his glasses as the other Barry chuckled. "Not watching! I mean…because you're me. But obviously not me. I mean, I know about breachers because of Garrick. Lenny and I know him, since he's Citizen Cold and they work together sometimes. You're Citizen Cold too, just with a gun, I guess, so you know—"

"Captain."

"What?" Barry clung again to his messenger bag as he stared at Len, who had finally let his gun power down.

"It's Captain Cold. Citizen Cold?" he sneered, apparently unimpressed.

"Be nice, Len," the other Barry said, moving toward Barry, and oh, even with the mask on, that was weird, being so close when they looked so much alike. Though wow, even if Barry spent every day in the gym, instead of, well…none, he wouldn't look that good in something so skintight. "Look," Other Barry reached for his shoulder—

A blast of ice knocked the hand aside before it could make contact, covering Other Barry from elbow to fingertip.

Several things happened simultaneously: Other Barry cried out in pain; Len charged his gun again and aimed in the direction the blast had come from; Lenny burst into the room from the front doors, ready to shoot blasts of cold from his hands again; while Barry desperately wanted to duck, or maybe hide behind his counterpart or a nice large desk, but he knew he had to put a stop to this.

He spread his arms wide above his head and shouted, "Lenny, stop!"

Decked out in his Citizen Cold gear to match that of…Captain Cold, Lenny paused mere feet from Barry, hands glowing white and blue as frost came off of them in waves as an indicator that he was moments from firing. He didn't have his mask on or his hood up, wouldn't have thought he'd need all that going to pick up Barry, but in the moment he took to pause and listen to Barry's voice, he seemed to realize that the man he'd been about to shoot…had his face.

"Shit, shit…" Other Barry swore liberally as he shook his iced hand. Then the hand itself shook, vibrating to melt the ice around it, making the speedster hiss and gasp, but mostly look okay when he was done. "I wasn't going to hurt him, we're you," he said, and reached up with his other hand to pull his cowl down.

"Jay's breachers?" Lenny all but growled, letting the power drain from his hands but still holding them at the ready as he eyed his doppelganger with distrust until the gun lowered. "What are you doing here? What do you want from us?"

"All we wanted was a quiet place to chat, relax," Len said, raising his hands a moment to show he meant no harm before finally putting his gun back in its holster. "We had no idea your Barry was here. Found out just before you arrived."

Other Barry cleared his throat, pointedly nodding down at Barry's slacks—which were still open and he was mostly half-hard.

"Oh! Uhh…oh goodness," Barry said as he fumbled to do them up, catching Lenny's immediately accusing glare. "It's not what it looks like!" he shouted, which he knew the moment he said it was the wrong thing to say, because Lenny's hands started frosting over again.

"Me and Len were fooling around!" Other Barry held his arms out in placation. "Your Barry just snuck a peek. Pity that's all he did though," he added with a smirk and—hang on, what?!

Barry turned to gape at his double, something that was echoed by Len, as well as Lenny, whose hands dropped limp and harmless at his sides.

Other Barry shrugged, even with everyone's attention on him. "Just saying…if you'd have said something, you could have joined us. Definitely would have made things interesting." He glanced at his Len, eyed Lenny up and down, then cast an appreciative nod at Barry.

Barry hugged his messenger bag closer. "That is…highly inappropriate."

"Says the man who got off watching."

"It was a moment of weakness!"

"So why not have a few more moments of weakness?"

"No," a chorus of Lenny's voice said as both he and the other Len spoke.

Other Barry snorted.

Len crossed the room to reach his speedster, keeping a wide berth of everything else, and tugged the other Barry by the arm. "I don't share," he said, mostly for his partner's benefit, it seemed.

"Neither do I," said Lenny. He moved forward to take hold of Barry's arm in kind, and suddenly there they were, two similar but very different pairs standing across from each other.

"I was only joking," Other Barry laughed. "Mostly."

Len spoke over him to change the subject, which was just as well, because Barry felt the need to loosen his bowtie again. "Zoom's dead."

"I heard," said Lenny. "That's why I'm late. I suppose we owe you our thanks then, Flash. And…"

"Captain Cold."

"Captain of what exactly?"

"Lenny…" There was no reason to fight; they were on the same side. Being the same people in a strange sense was beside the point.

"Well, uhh…we should go," Other Barry said, pulling from Len's grasp to replace his cowl. "Our friends will wonder where we went. Plus we were told not to interact with our doubles too much."

"Something you didn't seem to take to heart," Lenny eyed him, though not with the same distaste he displayed toward Len, more like exasperation, something Barry was used to being directed at him.

Other Barry winked.

"Come on, Scarlet," Len said grumpily, before casting his scowl on Lenny again. "Try not to lose your city to a psychopath next time. We won't always be around to clean up your mess."

"Len," Other Barry hissed.

But Lenny just smirked. "You need a gun, huh? Pity for you."

"Yeah, well, in my world I leave being a meta to Barry. He vibrates."

"Bet mine's more limber," Lenny shot back, which made Barry blush…but really love his boyfriend in that moment.

"Careful. Someone might suggest we test that wager." Len raised an eyebrow at his snickering boyfriend. "See ya around, Citizen Cold."

"Let's hope not, Captain."

Watching the pair leave was almost as excited as watching them get each other off—almost. But the whir of lightning and rush of air was exhilarating. Until Barry remembered that he was now alone with a very angry Lenny, who turned to him with a glower.

"I saw someone who looked and sounded like you doing things to someone who looked and sounded like me. I had to look! I didn't mean to watch for so long, I wasn't thinking straight!"

"And the slacks?"

"I wasn't really going to…" Barry trailed as he glanced up and saw Lenny's disbelieving stare. "Okay, I probably was, but only because they made me think of you! It was kind of…sexy. Them doing something like that here, in the office. I think the most adventurous place we've ever had sex was the sofa."

Barry immediately regretted saying such a thing, because Lenny turned away from him.

"Oh, Lenny, I didn't mean anything by that! I just—"

Lenny whipped around so fast, Barry gasped before he felt the sting of cold. He looked down in shock to see that his outstretched hands now sported a pair of ice handcuffs.

"Le-Lenny!"

"You want adventurous, huh?" Lenny said in a low, lilting voice.

Barry swallowed as he looked up from the cuffs into Lenny's bright blue—glowing—eyes. How quickly he went from half-hard to full-mast again was admittedly impressive. "Lenny…" he said again, almost giggling at the very idea, but then the other them had gotten away with it. Maybe a little public romp could be fun.

"Come here," Lenny said, reaching for Barry's face with a cool but always gentle hand, as he drew Barry in for a kiss.

Meeting their doubles had some perks.

TBC...