Author's Note: Part four of the School Uniform story arc. Enjoy!
Barry closed the door behind Len, revealing he wore a French maid uniform. "Lost another bet to Ramon?" he drawled.
The Speedster sighed. "It is scary how good he is at predicting stuff, without cheating," he added. He glanced at the thief and noted his heated gaze. "Really? I thought you just had a thing for school uniforms."
Len clucked chidingly, and tugged his speedster against him. "I've got a thing for you, Scarlet," he purred, splaying his hands possessively on the brunet's hips. Barry's eyebrows rose. "Did you think I left a bevvy of broken-hearted schoolboys across the Country?" His expression turned sheepish. "Barry," he chided gently. "I had no other schoolboys, of age or otherwise," he stated. "Except for you, the youngest I went – once I was outside of the age bracket myself – was college, and even that was rare. I don't do drunk, and so many of the college students I ran into were."
Barry's smile was warm. "Your confidence is pretty solid, but fair is fair," he spoke. "No one else compared to you," he stated.
"Poor Scarlet," he purred, "so eager to play, and no one decent to play with." He shifted his Speedster close enough that the brunet could feel his interest. Barry let out a breathy moan. "These uniforms…just highlight what I already want."
Barry deftly slipped from the thief's hands to go to his knees, nuzzling the older man's erection through his trousers. "Would you like me help you with that, Sir?" he asked, expression earnest.
"Please," he drawled eyes heated as he looked down at the brunet.
With deft fingers, Barry released the thief's erection. His tongue flicked out and lapped up the beads of precome pearling the tip. He let out a hum of approval and took the entire length in a single swallow.
"You've done that before," Len drawled, voice slightly breathy.
Barry withdrew and looked up at the older man seriously. "Only with those I'm already attracted to," he stated, placing his hands upon the older man's thighs. He grinned up at him before he turned his attention back to sucking the older man's cock, moaning himself at the taste and feel of the turgid length on his tongue.
"God Scarlet, your mouth," Len panted. He reached behind himself and gripped the door handle tightly, needing to do something to distract himself from the urge to fuck the brunet's mouth. That was something they only did if the brunet approved it ahead of time, his Scarlet so often became lost to the pleasure of his touch, and he refused to cause him harm – however temporary it might be. "Barry," he warned, as he felt his orgasm nearing. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, the brunet took his cock deep and hummed. Len came with a gasp, spilling his seed down the Speedster's throat.
Barry swallowed and released his shaft with a lewd pop. Len took hold of his hands and gently tugged the Speedster to his feet, claiming his tempting mouth. When he pulled back Barry was panting hard. "Shall we move this elsewhere, Scarlet?"
The brunet's eyes sparkled wickedly. "Anywhere in particular?" he asked, expression innocent.
"Temptation," he purred, hands dipping to trace the brunet's ass through his skirt. "Anywhere, and everywhere, you want, Scarlet," he drawled.
Barry shivered. "I hope you don't have any plans for today," he stated, "because I plan to hold you to that."
Len chuckled wickedly and dipped his head for another claiming kiss.