100 Ways
96. I brought you an umbrella.
"How did I know you still wouldn't be done packing," Barry mused aloud as he let himself into Eddie's bedroom.
Eddie didn't bother looking up from his dresser, where he was trying to decide on a pair of jeans. "Because you know I hate packing and put it off for as long as possible?"
Barry grinned and stretched out across the bed, careful to avoid the piles of toiletries and somewhat folded shirts that had taken up residence on the bed. He held something out and poked Eddie's butt with it.
"Someone's happy to see me," Eddie drawled.
"Well, yes, but I brought you an umbrella," Barry said with a laugh.
Eddie grinned and turned around to take the umbrella from Barry's hands. "An umbrella?"
"It's Oregon."
"It's July."
"It's Oregon," Barry repeated.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it," Eddie said, and put it in his suitcase. "You know, you're still welcome to come with."
An image of the yellow speedster flashed through his mind. "I can't."
"I know," Eddie said, pecking Barry on the lips. "Grammy Mammy will just be very disappointed."
Eddie was flying out to Oregon for his grandmother's 100th birthday. The family was hosting a reunion, and Barry would've loved to go, but there was no way he could leave the city right now with the threat of the yellow speedster hanging over them.
"Get back to packing," Barry said. "You have a flight in five hours."
"I know, but hear me out," Eddie replied. "What if I miss my flight and spend more time with my amazing boyfriend, who happens to be a speedster and can get me to Oregon in…how fast could you get me to Oregon?"
Barry shrugged. "Under a minute."
"Under a minute!" Eddie exclaimed, then kissed Barry long and slow. "Now, isn't this a better use of my time?"
Barry drew a hand along Eddie's cheek and kissed him back, sliding their lips together. He pulled Eddie closer, and Eddie moaned lightly. His other hand slid to the back of Eddie's neck, and—he pulled away and shoved Eddie's face into the pile of shirts by his elbow.
Eddie groaned and laughed at the same time, the sound muffled by the clothing. He sat up. "Okay, okay, I get it!" he said with a laugh, then went back to picking out a pair of jeans.