This Delicate Thing We've Made

genre: Romance

rated: M

authors note: graphic smut in this chapter

Chapter 5: I Like the Way

"Pour yourself over me until there's nothing left to se
Because I like the way you move in the dark
And I like the tension, the tension and the spark
This physicality, shifting me chemically
Such power over me, it's just desire"

The super speed to his apartment was nowhere near as disorienting as kissing Barry Allen was. The passion and fire that burned between them was like a spark suddenly lighting a flame that had been itching to be ignited.

"Ahh-mmmm" Barry moaned as his back slammed against the hallway wall and his mouth was devoured by Len. Barry's back arched up as Len used one hand to pin his body against the wall at the hip while the other fumbled in his pocket for the key to the apartment. Finally finding the key, Len groped for the door handle without looking, never breaking away from Barry's lips. Their hips thrust against each other just as the key finally found its mark and slid into the keyhole so they could open the door and continue in private, hopefully in the bedroom but at least lucky enough to get into the apartment before it got any further.

Len pulled away reluctantly, but only long enough to drag the other man into the apartment and slam the door shut behind him. Barry immediately forced Len back against the door and the two set to work undressing each other.

Barry's hands were on him, shoving the blazer off of Len's shoulders as Len pulled the sweater up and over Barry's head before blindly working on the buttons to the collared shirt underneath, all the while Barry tried distracting him by devouring his lips. Finally getting to the last button Len pulled away from Barry's lips to examine the torso beneath the shirt only to stopped by a white T-shirt underneath.

"Are you kidding me, who wears this many layers?! What are you trying to hide, how scrawny you actually are?" Len laughed, head falling back against the wall behind him. Barry couldn't help but join in the laugh as he reached to pull Len's shirt up and over his head.

"Look whose talking! Why are you hiding these arms under sleeves all the damn time?" Barry's fingers gripped at the biceps, hypnotized by the tattoos interwoven with scars all winding around the carved muscles.

Len let Barry's hands explore his chest and arms as he began working on Barry's pants. He tugged the fly open and shoved the material down over his hips hastily, exposing Barry's skin-tight black boxer briefs.

They pulled away only long enough for Barry to kick off his sneakers, slide his button-up shirt off his shoulders. and pull his pants off as Len removed his own belt and his pants slid down to the floor, leaving him in just charcoal briefs.

As Len stepped out of his own pants and boots, he looked up just as Barry pulled the white t-shirt up over his head and Len stopped in his tracks. The body he'd longed to see, so lean and fit usually swathed in that tight-fitting red get-up.

"Too scrawny?" Barry breathed, moving into Len's space just enough that their erections tenting their respective briefs rubbed against each other.

Scrawny wasn't the word that came to his mind. Barry's was long, lean, but tight abs, large biceps, and muscled calves with beautiful milky skin dusted with scattered freckles and moles.

"No, perfect," Len breathed, seeing the blush he'd become so fond of that he usually only saw on Barry's face and neck almost seemed to make his body glow before embarrassment turned to lust. "Absolutely perfect."

The necklace with the two rings still hung from Barry's neck but without a thought, Len watched him as he pulled it over his head, gently tossing it onto his pile of clothes. Len smiled to himself as he saw that Barry didn't even spare it a glance, didn't hesitate to remove it from his body. It wasn't the disregard of a married man removing his wedding band when having an affair; no, it was an inadvertent declaration that the rings were a token, not a torch, that he wore them as a memory, not an anchor tethering him to what was.

Barry pressed tightly against him suddenly, Len hoisting him up till he was wrapping his long legs around Len's hips. Len brought an arm up to brace Barry's back to keep him on his hips, as he spun them and moved so Barry was pressed back against the wall now. He reached down and grabbed Len by the nape of his neck, dipping his head so their lips met in a long, steamy kiss that made both their bodies ache.

"Wait, I need to grab condoms," Len said, nearly breathless when he pulled away.

"Damnit," Barry muttered, dipping his head down and hungrily demanding another kiss before continuing. "I mean, I just don't want to stop. I'm clean."

"I'm clean too," Len stated, taking the moment to really make sure they were on the same page. "Gideon gave me a clean bill of health before I left the ship and I haven't been with anyone since."

"Good enough for me," Barry nodded before plunging again to claim Len's lips. Len moved away from the wall, Barry sliding off his hips to stand on his own as they continued to kiss. They parted only long enough to each pull off their own underwear and Len then immediately grabbed Barry by the hips and pushed him back against the wall, his lips locked against his exchanging a savage kiss.

Hitting the wall knocked Barry off balance but when Len's full forced slammed into him in turn it not only held him in place on the wall but knocked the breath out of him as well. Before he could catch his breath, however, Len's lips found his once again, breathing into him. Len's mouth enveloped Barry's, his tongue flicking almost violently in and out of Barry's mouth, and quick sharp nips at his lips from his teeth. He could have sworn he even heard a growl mixed in there somewhere.

"We can stop now if this is too much too fast," Len whispered as he pulled away, moving his hands to cup the sides of Barry's neck. The sincerity in Len's eyes, the fact that Len didn't even realize the pun he'd made, gave Barry pause.

There was no going back after this. Once they crossed this line, things would change between them forever. Whether it was just tonight or something that continued, he'd be forever vulnerable in front of this man, especially with Len taking the lead the way he was. But there was an undeniable urge growing that he simply could not ignore. Barry paused, staring at the body he'd desired to touch like this for so many years without realizing how much, running his hands over the skin, loving the way the muscles twitched against his fingers.

"I like fast," Barry whispered back, leaning in as his hands explored, running his tongue across Len's lips, catching the sigh as Len's mouth fell open and Barry's tongue plunged in, lips sealed over lips.

"This is crazy," Len laughed and he felt Barry smile against his lips.

"I was struck by lightning and got super speed. You travel through time regularly. Us hooking up is like kinda middle to low on the crazy scale," Barry teased, nipping at Len's bottom lip before capturing it in his mouth.

Len's hands traveled lower, his left hand down Barry's neck, tracing down his lean body, his fingers first grazed over Barry's tight abs. The exploring hand traced lower, sliding down his stomach and electing a sharp gasp as the other hand moved up Barry's leg, Len swallowing Barry's moan as they continued to kiss. His fingers traveled up till they reached his cock, his fingertips gliding over the underside and the head. Not gripping and stroking, just lightly touching and Barry couldn't help it as his whole body vibrated suddenly.

"Oh, fuck," Barry moaned, pulling away from the kiss, head leaning forward onto Len's shoulder as the sensation caused his body to react.

"Did you just-" Len pulled back, panting and laughing in astonishment.

"Side effect of my powers when I get excited," Barry groaned in embarrassment into the crook of Len's neck before pulling back to meet Len's eyes.

"You are fucking incredible," Len marveled before diving back in, reclaiming his lips as he moved his right hand from Barry's front to slide across Barry's bare lower back while his left hand gripped at the muscles of his bare shoulder as the kiss deepened.

There was no other noise in the apartment except heavy breathing. Deep lungfuls and sighs from Barry's mouth; long inhales and exhales from Len's nose. The kiss was as messy and haphazard as it was long-awaited. It was desperate as they plunged into each other's mouth ruthlessly.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this," Len whispered when they finally pulled away for air, moving both his hands to cup the back of Barry's head, fingers entwining in his soft hair. He gently moved Barry's face away from his own just enough to look into Barry's eyes.

"Me too," Barry replied, breathless.

"I wasn't completely honest before when you asked me when I knew I was interested," Len paused in his confession to lean in for a deep kiss once more before continuing. "I've wanted to get my hands on you since the forest. You standing there trying to be intimidating, seeing your face for the first time, that body and that ass in those tight pants."

"That look you gave me in Saints and Sinners when I came to you for help had me kinda wanting to press you against that pool table," Barry teased, leaning forward with a coy smile to nudge his nose against Len's.

"Against a pool table, huh? I'll remember that for later," Len licked his lips, staring at Barry's before meeting his eyes, holding the gaze as he continued, breathing the words more than speaking. "I mean it though, about wanting this. Not just this part, but everything. You. Me."

"Same," Barry replied, their gaze never breaking. "But let's just worry about the sex part right now and the everything after."

Len smirked as Barry dipped his head to lay kisses along Len's jawline, occasionally scraping his teeth against the freshly shaven skin as Len wrapped his arms around Barry's waist and walked them back further into the apartment. He only just realized they'd never made it past the front door and moved them backwards into the living space until the backs of his knees collided with the edge of the sofa, causing him to fumble backward till they collapsed onto the couch, Barry toppling over him before rolling off onto the floor, laughing as he landed.

"Nice to see your agility ends when the red suit comes off," Len smiled, turning on his side on the couch to look down at Barry who was lying back against the wood floor in a fit of giggles. After a few moments, Barry calmed down enough to sit up and climb back onto the couch, stretching over Len's body to pin the older man to the cushions.

"Yeah, but I always come out on top," Barry smiled, straddling Len's waist. Len didn't argue or comment on the pride of the pun as Barry's hungry lips pressed into his, their tongues plunging deep as Len humped his hips up against Barry, their cocks grinding against each other as teeth nipped at lips and tongues explored every inch of each other's.

Barry pulled away and, like a cat, bent over his old nemesis and new lover, crawling on his hands up the length of Len's body, pressing his belly hard against his, grinding his stiff prick against Len's own, both men groaning at the contact.

Barry's hands pressed against his chest, warm as they caressed and explored up and down his skin, Len's muscles twitching at the erotic touch. Barry slowly let his hand roam down Len's side, squeezing the firm flesh at his waist and hip. Slowly sliding down Len's body, Barry tongued his way from Len's chest to his stomach, kissing every inch of muscled flesh as he went till he breathed over Len's cock.

Len had no complaints as Barry took over setting the pace where Len had been doing the same moments before, pleasantly surprised with how at ease he was letting the other man lead. Barry licked across the head, quickly followed by taking it down his throat, swallowing, causing Len to arch up from the couch, driving his cock further into Barry's mouth, moving his hands to thread through Barry's hair, encouraging him to continue. Barry slid up and down the hard length of Len's cock, running the flat of his tongue across the underside and dipping the tip into the slit, He felt his whole body tense as he took him down his throat and swallowed again, vibrating his tongue ever so slightly, lips sealed around the cock as he felt it pulse, cum spilling down his throat.

"Oh shit!" Len cursed, biting his lip as he came.

Barry continued to suckle and lap at Len as he felt him relax after his climax, his breathing evened out and Barry moved back up his body, kissing his way to Len's lips. Leaning in, he licked along Len's lips before sliding his tongue in his lover's mouth, letting Len taste himself and twisting their tongues together in slick heat.

With one swift move, Len wrapped his arms around Barry's body, picked him up with a yelp from the smaller man and lowered them to the floor, Barry on his back with Len smirking as he hovered over him. Barry reached his hands up to touch Len but the broader man caught him by the wrists. He pinned his arms against the wood floor on either side of Barry's head.

"I don't think you always come out on top," Len's voice was low and warm against his ear as he all but purred. "Something tells me you prefer to bottom."

"Len," Barry panted, tugging on the grip that pinned his arms down, arching his back up to Len's touch. If Barry used to say his last name as a curse word, he said his first like a prayer, and Len found himself completely addicted to hearing Barry gasp his name.

Len let go of his wrists, leaned up to reach into the nearby end table where in the drawer was a small tub of Vaseline. He moved back, allowing Barry to lift his legs up to his chest as Len moved back into position on top of him, sliding so Barry's legs rested upon Len's shoulders.

Barry wanted to say more than just whisper the man's name, tell him how much this meant to him, but all thoughts and sentiments went out the window as Len leaned over him, nuzzled into the curls around his cock. Len could feel the heat radiating off his lover's flesh onto his cheek as he breathed over Barry's cock listening to his lover moan.

"Oh god," Barry moaned. Len worked at the tip, licking the slit, then took it into his mouth until he had no more room. He began bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks, and sucking eagerly at his lover's cock. While distracting Barry with his mouth on his cock, Len had slicked up his own with the Vaseline. Barry felt one of Len's slicked fingers begin to rub against his tight hole, and then he began gently to work one fingertip inside, lightly and then more firmly prodding, pressing insistently but not forcing. Barry relaxed and let him in, and then the finger eased in deeper, and came out, and probed deeper and then out, and then it was two fingers, and Barry tightened a little and moaned loudly as Len continued to slide up and down his hard length with his mouth. Barry grabbed the back of Len's neck as Len swallowed him whole. And then he eased again and Len slid his two fingers in deep and probed and rubbed and Barry moaned with pleasure as Len eased out and in and then it was three fingers, but that eased sooner than before. Then Len felt his lover's whole body tense as he took him down his throat and swallowed again, Barry crying out as he climaxed, Len's lips sealed around Barry's cock as he felt it pulse cum spilling down his throat.

"Fuck, Len," Barry panted when Len pulled off his cock and eased his fingers out.

"Sounds good to me," Len teased, his eyes staring into Barry's before he felt the softened shaft start to harden again already. Len could feel his own hardening but he had cum first before he'd slowly taken Barry apart with his mouth and fingers. Barry literally just came. "Wait, already?"

"Small refractory period, thanks to my powers," Barry stared back at him, green eyes wide with lust like a green light, encouraging Len to continue.

"Oh, Flash, of all your powers I think this might be my favorite," Len smiled with an intention that could only be described as devious. He positioned himself, bending the man beneath him a little more in half, his movements slow with the first gradual press of his cock as he pushed inside the hole he'd eased open with his fingers. Every thought in Barry's head fractured and stopped. He groaned, biting his lip as Len's smooth length, warm and slick, slid in, the pressure of Len's width and heat feeling so good as he entered.

Barry nodded frantically, giving permission to an unspoken question, squeezing his eyes shut and gasping through his nose as Len's cock, slicked up just enough and so slow, pressed into him farther, pausing and pushing as Barry gyrated back. Len pushed in further, further until Barry felt his full weight against his body, pausing only to move a hand to wrap around Barry's cock, his own buried as deep inside of Barry as it could.

Len's pulling out felt just as good before he pushed back in.

"Uhnnn," Barry moaned as Len paused again, letting his cock rest in his ass. Barry blinked rapidly, fingers desperate to find something to grip as his hands pressed against the wood floors beneath him, short moans of pain and pleasure escaping as Len caressed his cock.

Barry panted as Len buried his face against the crook of his neck, yelping when Len finally reared back on his knees, only to push back in so forcefully Barry's body rocked across the floor. He felt his ass spasm involuntarily as Len rocked into him; driving in and out in a steady rhythm that made his toes curl.

As Len's rhythm grew, Barry desperately tried threading his fingers through the buzzed hair at the back of Len's head, pulling the man's head towards his lips, kissing desperate, gasping into each other's open mouths, and then kissing again, and then back to heavy breathing.

Barry couldn't stop the vibrations wracking his body as he got lost in their rhythm, smiling in satisfaction as Len gasped and moaned into his mouth as he vibrated against him. Len picked up speed then, his thrusts knocked him back over and over as he pumped harder into Barry's ass, pumping Barry's cock in time with his thrusts, feeling his own desire gathering to its height. Barry knew he couldn't last much longer. Feeling Len's hard cock inside him, his weight holding him down, tasting Len's grunts and moans between kisses, feeling the calloused hand around his cock; it was all too much. He felt the skin of his entire body shiver and flash with heat and knew from the intensity in his balls that he was going to cum.

It was the whisper that did it.

One word, 'Scarlet'; soft dry lips pressed deliberately to his ear as Len rolled his hips against him. Just the sound of Len whispering his fond nickname and Barry was seeing bright lights behind his eyelids and panting through an orgasm which ripped through his body in waves and surged out of his cock to soak his and Len's chest. Barry felt his ass tighten around Len's cock right before he heard Len let out an animalistic growl and pick up speed. Barry was breathing hard and shaking under Len's now rapid thrusts inside his body. The pressure inside him increased slightly as Len's cock swelled. Len cried out, grunted and stilled as he came, panting through the pleasure as his cock pulsed, sending waves of hot wet cum into Barry's ass. He milked Barry's orgasm right along with his, thrusting a few more times into his lover while he slowed his strokes of Barry's cock until he was dry and softening in his hands.

Len pulled out and then collapsed onto the floor beside Barry. For a long while, the two men rested there, clasped close by Len's arms, panting as they both came down from their post-climax high. After a time, Len slowly eased his embrace, and he twisted himself up to bend close over his companion. He gazed down at Barry for a long moment, saying nothing, just looking lovingly, running his deep gaze over the other man.
Barry just stared up at him for a moment before wrapping his arms around Len's neck and pulled him down till he was almost lying on top of him, kissing him softly.

"Geeze, why were we playing cops and robbers when we could have been doing this the whole time," Barry said around a sigh. Len just chuckled softly, shifting to lay beside Barry, laying soft kisses along his neck. Nothing else was said as they both drifted off, a tangle of legs and arms, as they fell asleep together on the wood floor.