His father and his godmother are fighting. Again.
They've been doing that a lot lately. They're always at each other's throats, and quite frankly, Tommy doesn't want to know why.
Except, he sort of does. Because... he can't remember a time they've ever been this strained. It's one thing for them to bicker, but a whole different thing for them to seriously argue nearly all the time. It has become sort of normal to hear Malcolm and Freya yelling at each other through the walls of different rooms. Tommy has long gotten used to the sound of slamming doors and loud cursing that echoes through the Manor.
Tommy catches a few snippets here and there, though he never actively tries to piece together whatever has them so angry at each other.
More often than not, if they aren't fighting, they can be found somewhere brooding and sulking. Whenever they aren't fighting, Malcolm has a habit of gravitating towards Tommy, just wanting to talk, even though he never actually says that's what he wants. Freya, oddly enough, gravitates towards gym.
There's a loud slam, followed quickly by Freya's shout, and Tomny looks over at Caitlin. She grips the mug tighter and bites her lip. Tommy get uo from the couch kissing Caitlin before walk toward to his father`s office.
He walked into his fatber offficebto see him on his laptop, typing like a monster.
Tommy doesn't say anything. He never does, not when his father is like this with Freya; he knows better than to do that. It might take a bit, but Tommy knows that Malcolm will eventually break and start ranting until he lets Tommy give him some advice that will help him cool down.
And, he isn't wrong. Tommy can see the exact moment that Malcolm is going to break. His hands loosen and a deep breath pushes from his body. He hunkers down a little, a pout formed between his eyebrows. Tommy goes still and starts counting down.
3…
2…
1…
"She's just so stubborn, you know?"
Tommy internally rolls his eyes, though he keeps his face perfectly blank.
"You just care about her," Tommy says softly, nodding seriously. "We all do. I get it."
" She doesn't listen me. " Malcolm rumbles."Of all the times I need her to listen, and she chooses now not to?"
" About what" Tommy asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Aboyt her fucking date with that asshole Captain Cold"Malcolm Dean mutters, making a face when he says " date " and grinding his teeth as he clenches the desk.
" Date " Tommy yells, twisting in his seat to stare at Malcolm with wide eyes.
This is what they were fighting about? Hell, Tommy suddenly understands where all the shouting came in; he should've been shouting. What the hell is godmother thinking?
She dare to say to me about her date with , at first, it was all ` it was wonderfull` and ` he was a gentleman` and all that bullshit. But then, he started talking about Snart, " Malcolm explains, mocking Freya's voice in a high pitch and glowering out the window when he says Snart's name." She being sarcastic about getting marry him"
Tommy blinks rapidly, his eyes drifting to stare out the window. He wishes, suddenly, that he'd been paying more attention to the fights they had. He'd assumed that they'd been arguing because of the tension they carried around between them, because there's no outlet and they are walking a fragile line. But he has never been more wrong, and he wishes he'd known, just so he could have argued with Freya too. Freya with a man which is not his father is just wrong. To create a new family without them. Without Malcolm.
All kinds of wrong.
How did that even happen?" Tommy muses, arching an eyebrow at his father.
"I don't fucking know. Snart wanted this date so bad which he froze banks and pars around Central City. Today , they have another date she fucking called Snart to talk some more about it. Like, literally right after! With me still in the room! " Malcolm shouts, absolutely fuming.
Okay, this is leaning more towards a rant on partners being unfaithful. It definitely holds that air, and Tommy knows he has to be cautious. Because, if his father slips up and lets some real feelings show, not the watered down shit he actually lets out, they'll both be in a world of awkwardness that they aren't ready for.
"Aunt must think he's trustworthy." Tommy says softly, wincing the moment the words fall out.
"Oh, I bet he does. I'm sure Mr. Smarmy Cold Asshole is absolutely charming . Smooth talking Freya right on into his arms, like some fucking suave jerk laying out a trap for the game."
Tommy starts up a mantra in his head, consisting mostly of don't let it show that his father sounds like a married man whose partner is cheating on him, don't let it show, don't let it…
Without knocking Freya walked into the office and Malcolm forgot how to do english.
She looked simply beautiful. Her dark hair caught in a loose chignon, an errant strand falling around her face. She wore an ice blue dress, which enhanced, her delightfully feminine curves, not too tight and falling to the knee. Her warm chocolate brown eyes were sparkling with happiness, but he couldn't help but notice a little hint of sadness appeared to have clouded her earlier joy.
Tommy admired the beauty of the woman as Malcolm could not stop undressing her with his eyes.
" Where are going, aunt?"
Freya decided to stay there far away from the god of the sea as she replied'' I have a date''
'" With him" Malcom and for some unknown reason jealousy had slithered into his veins like a venomous snake, filling his heart with poison.
''Why? 'Asked the man as Tommy he walked a few steps away from his father.
''Because I want to' 'the woman replied and Tommy decided that τhe two of them have more fun from the television and he wished to have popcorn.
Throughout the whole discussion, Tommy kept his gaze fixed on his father.
His feelings for Freya were not so obvious. But he could see it in his eyes, and also smell it in his emotions. He hadn't needed his senses to figure out that Malcolm was jealous. After that, it had varied between pride and awe each time the woman said something particularly smart, and jealous each time male got too close to Freya, or received his attention or affection.
"So. Obvious." He mouthed, an amused twist to his lips.
And with that Freya and Malcolm glared at the boy and raised their eyebrows.
" Be carefull"
Relax." She patted Malcokn´s shoulder. "You´re still going to be my favorite villian." And with that Freya turned around and walked away, before she kissed his cheek and leaving Malcolm behind gaping like a fish.
The cheeks of the god of sea was red and Tommy could not stop laughing as his father's face it looked like a fish outside the water.
"Wow," Tommy whistled. "And something already happened between you two''
''We are just friends' 'Malcolm shot back, grinding his teeth.
''Just friend. Hun?''asked Tommy.
''Just friend don't get jealous.
''Just friend don't steel secret glances at each other.''
''Just friend don't get butterflies from each other''
''Just friend don't hold each other like that''
''Just friend. Yeah right''
Ignoring the question implicit in Tommy's raised brow .Malcolm stormed out of his office. He walked into his bedroom and sat down in his bed struggled to calm down.
When his heart rate descended into the 'less than panic-attack-inducing' range, he had to admit that his reaction to today's revelations had been a little over the top. Scratch that. They were bordering on the extreme. He was so angry - pretty much his go-to emotion when he felt overwhelmed or upset about something. Alright, he knew he had 'issues' with infidelity.
The man groaned and resisted the urge to bury his hands in his perfectly sculpted hair. He wasn't ready yet to let go of the anger that was coursing through his veins. But if he was being even slightly honest with himself, even Malcolm would have seen the truth. It had nothing to do with Snart. It had everything to do with her.
To begin with, doing it in the Foundry was probably not the best idea.
But hell if Barry could wait any longer for Oliver's questing hands to strip him off of his clothes. Because there was something hot in those calloused palms skimming against his skin, experienced in both handling the taut string of the mechanical bow and at the same time knew how to work on Barry's taut muscles and kneading him in the right places.
Then there was the thought of easily phasing out of clothes and he's a speedster, for goodness sake, that he could have transported them both in Oliver's apartment.
But of course, the idea of speeding to the privacy of their bedroom was thrown out of the window when Oliver attacked Barry's sensitive spot on the neck, trailing kisses down to his collarbones and sucking on the place that sends delicious shiver down his back, and when the older man went lower, breathing over Barry's left nipple after giving it a few kitten licks, Barry realized that his death wouldn't be at the hands of any meta or the Green Arrow's arrows but rather on Oliver's tongue.
Barry let out a choked moan, bringing Oliver over him when he was promptly slammed down on top of the working table and whoever works on that table, Barry's sincerest apologies go to them since he couldn't give a damn and the only thing he could think of was if he couldn't get Oliver inside him or his large hand wrapped around his cock, somebody would be sleeping on the couch tonight and it wouldn't be Barry.
He got Oliver practically ripping his jeans and Barry was close to singing praises to the deity who decided to keep any of the Team Arrow from their headquarters. Or to the deity who made it possible to have Oliver Queen as his talented lover who he was at the mercy of.
Barry almost exploded when Oliver's sizable and incredibly hard length touched his, the simulation was even yet to begin and there was already heat on his stomach waiting to be released, and it could have been at the barest of touch on his manhood.
Keywords: could have been.
There was a gasp that went unnoticed if not for the clatter of tools dropped on the floor, startling the both of them. Despite the fact that Oliver was wide enough to obscure Barry's compromising position and nakedness waist down, it wasn't hard for geniuses to figure out what was going on.
Particularly if said geniuses were Tommy and Caitlin.
"Oh my God," came Caitlin's unsurprising reaction that Barry couldn't help but mutter the same line as well. "Is that Felicity`s keyboard you're on top of?"
Barry's redness of the face was now due to embarrassment. And it was ridiculous that it wasn't Oliver doing so when it was his pants pulled down and giving them a view of his meaty ass (though maybe it was that there was nothing there that Caitlin hadn't seen before). The older man has an unreadable expression that the speedster didn't bother to decipher, busy burying his face on his palms in shame as Caitlin babbled on and on that Barry would help with the sanitation of her baby and dear Lord, I don't want to know what other things you did there.
Oliver cleared his throat, not turning from his position but craning his neck to address them over his shoulders. "If you'll give us a moment please?"
"Right." Caitlins high heels rang as she stalked off without complain (Oliver would be having words with her later).
Without looking back, Oliver, face as straight as he could muster, called out, "You too, Tommy"
"I was just…" Tommy trailed off, eyes going lower to Oliver's backside. He looked away sharply, catching himself. "Alright. I'm going now." He hastily went after Caitlin almost tripping on the screws he dropped.
Oliver and Barry remained still, both feeling the heavy atmosphere of awkwardness looming over them, the heated moment already escaped the two.
Barry drummed his fingers on Oliver's shoulder, with the latter looking far away and remaining quiet.
"No chance of continuing now, is there?"
Looking at their flaccid members, Barry got his answer.
Mick likes Freya. She's okay, for an army woman. In fact, Mick likes her a lot. They get along well (much to Lisa's own private shock). To the point that Mick is kind of protective of the woman. For a few reasons, but mainly:
She's a good kid
Shevis sarcastic as hell and put Lisa on her place wheb she is a bitcg.
She isn't annoying
She makes Len happy.
He'd never seen Len truly smile before Freya .
they were all at Saints and Sinners (by all, it's really just Mick, Lisa, Len and Freya) when Len had excused himself to the bathroom and Lisa was flirting with some guy at the other end of the bar, Mick notices some guy who looks like he'd fit right in with the Hell's Angels (really over the top and Mick rolls his eyes a bit) sit on the stool next to Freya, Mick starts to pay attention.
Mick had noticed that once Freya got comfortable around them, around the Rogues and Saints and Sinners, that she started to relax more and she even seemed to enjoy being in a place like this around people like them.
Mick slid out of his seat, took another swig of his beer.
You little cockslut, you were practically begging to be fucked on that table, so when Snart runs off like a pansy you'd think you'd be grateful when someone steps up to finish what he started!"
The entire bar went silent. Most of the Rogues stood up and those that didn't were clearly ready for action if they needed to be. He saw some metas flexing their skills a bit, some non-metas flexing their weapons a bit, getting ready in case.
Mick got there just as the guy was, Mick vaguely remembered someone calling him Travers before now that he had to recall a name, reaching forward as if to grab onto Freya who had tried to take another step back again.
"I don't think so, asshole!" Freya yelled, grabbing the guy by the shoulder and yanking him around to punch him hard in the face." Say 'What?' again. I dare you. I double dare you motherfucker. Don't fuck with me buddy or I'll kick your ass so hard you'll have to unbutton your collar to shit"
It wasn't a very long fight and it ended with Freya slamming the guy's head into the pool table. She didn't knock him out, but then again she hadn't intended to, but the guy was definitely dizzy.
"Now. Apologize to me. Since you're on your knees, anyway." Freya growled.
"Ain't that right, Travers? C'mon, I know you're awake." she jostled the man.
"I-I promise. I won't bother you anymore…" Travers sounded weak. Good.
"Say you're sorry for disrespecting me."
"I'm sorry for the disrespect. It won't happen again."
"What's going on out here?" Len's voice was strong and his footfalls sure as he walked over to them.
"This guy, Travers. He comes here once in awhile. Decided to cause trouble for Barry while you were out of the room. Came onto him, didn't like being told no, yelled at him, called him a name, called you a name, disrespected you both, I watched him flinch and step back more than once, boss. Travers tried to grab him, too. So, Freya convinced him to calm down and apologize to you both."said Mick while Freya was glaring at him.
Travers didn't look so confident now that he was only half conscious, on his knees and staring up directly at Leonard Snart.
The Rogues boss didn't look the slightest bit amused. He was all steel and tension, like he wanted to go a few rounds with the asshole himself.
Mick watched Len stare at Travers for a few moments, before he turned to Freya. Len kissed her softly and lifted a hand to softly caress Freya's cheek for a moment before pulling away from the kiss to ask, "Are you alright?"
Barry nodded, "Yeah…I'm fine, it was just…startling, that's all. He didn't touch me."
"Not the point, Freya. Nobody gets to disrespect you here. Besides…I know how things get to you sometimes…" the last part was whispered with Len looking directly into Freya's eyes as Len brought a hand up to gently rub at Freya's chest, over her heart, for a moment, causing the woman to blush a little and nod.
Now was not the time to question or correct Len, to try to argue that it wasn't a big deal and try to save Travers' worthless hide.
"Is that true? You do all those things, Travers?" Len asked after a moment, turning back toward the man in question, all cold steel once again. He'd never spoken to this guy before, but he'd seen him around the bar. He knew of him.
"W-well…"
"Che. Freya, did all of that happen like Mick said?" Len asked,despite the short conversation he'd had with Freya a second ago where he nearly confirmed it already.
Mick understood that Len wasn't actually calling his honesty or loyalty into question here, nor had he lost his short-term memory, and so stayed silent.
Frey's eyes were wide, but she nodded. "Yeah, Len…"
"What did he call you?" Len asked, all the while still staring at Travers.
Travers, who looked like he might piss himself.
"…A cockslut…" Freya replied, a little weakly and awkwardly. It was easy to embarrass the woman, but she was already kind of spooked so it wasn't helping.
Mick realized the exact moment when Len saw red and he didn't even ask what Travers had said about him, even though he should have since all the Rogues in the building were watching.
He supposed it didn't matter at this point, though. Everyone would probably find it understandable.
Mick moved out of the way.
Instead, Len cut off the questioning and leaned down to grab the guy by his bloody shirt and yank him up onto his unsteady feet just to knock him right back off those unsteady feet again with a solid punch to the face.
Mick heard bone cracking, he was pretty sure either the guy's cheekbone or eye socket had been fractured. Maybe his nose broken.
"Take him outside!" Len bellowed.
A few Rogues came over fast to pick the guy up and haul him out.
"Who was here with him?!" Len was still yelling.
Mick didn't think he'd ever seen Len's temper so hot.
A few people at the other pool table hesitantly raised their hands a bit.
"Get out! Take your idiot friend and don't ever come back! If I catch any of you here again, I'll make what happened here tonight look like fun!"
Travers' friends dropped the pool cues on the table and beat a hasty exit.
Len spent a few minutes breathing heavily and standing there with tense shoulders and stance.
Nobody said anything. Nobody even moved for a long time once the door shut after Travers' friends.
Finally, Mick saw Barry take a step forward and slide his hands over Len's shoulders gently and he noticed the tension subside a bit. It helped even more when Len reached around to bring Freya to the front of him and pulled him close, wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his hair a little. It didn't look like weakness, just like he was comforting her man.
When Freya kisses him. Agony and ecstasies abound. Anything done by a woman like her is bound to be intense, but Len thinks that if he were human his head might have snapped off.
Instead the choirs keep singing paeans, and
Nothing else touches, nothing but mouths, but mouths were meant to touch like this. Pulling back, even Freya cannot resist letting her teeth ghost over Len's full lower lip, falling trap as so many had before. Wasn't her fault. Len's lower lip is totally awesome.
" You scare the shit out if me" said Len after broke the kiss.
"If you don't think I'm a princess then you are right. I'm fucking queen"Freya said and pulled Snart a little closer, giving a kiss to his cheek that had Len giving a little smile and a blush and turning to touch his lips to Freya's a few times in soft little kisses.
These two were sickeningly sweet sometimes. But, his best friend was happy so he'd deal with the cavities.