Three days later, Barry was again sitting on Oliver's couch, having just finished a mission. He looked at Oliver and sighed. "Can I ask you something?" Oliver turned to Barry when he spoke.
"Of course Barry. What is it?" he asked.
"Are we dating? I mean, we kissed three nights ago and we've kissed since then and also had dinner, and I know that doesn't necessarily mean that we're dating, kissing and dinner, but some people might consider it dating and if we're dating Iris will want to know and -" Oliver started laughing. "What are you doing? Why are you laughing at me?"
"Barry, do you want to date me?"
"Well, yes. But I don't know if -" Oliver kissed him.
"Then we're dating. When I bought you dinner last night it was meant to be a date, but you didn't see that. I'm not surprised."
"Shit. That was a date?"
"Barry, we went to an expensive Italian restaurant wearing suits and I paid for you. What part of that doesn't sound like a date?"
"I - I guess all of that sounds like a date… shit. I'm an idiot."
"You really are."
"So does that mean you're my boyfriend?"
"Yes. Unless you don't want that."
"I do," Barry smiled and chuckled. "I'm dating Oliver Queen."
"Barry… I'm sorry to ask you this right away, but are you out yet?"
"No, I'm not. People think I'm straight, and I wanted them to think that. It's why I pretended to date Linda. I'm not ready to come out yet," Barry sighed and looked down. "You don't want me."
"I still want you as my boyfriend. I just wanted to know so I didn't accidentally out you. Everyone already knows I'm pan, so it's not an issue for me."
"I'm sorry I'm so difficult," Barry looked at Oliver, who shook his head and kissed him softly. Barry kissed back, wrapping his arms around Oliver's waist and holding onto his shirt tightly. Oliver let one of his own arms wrap around Barry's waist and used his free hand to cup Barry's cheek. When he started to pull away, Barry chased his lips before pulling away as well.
"You're not difficult Barr. I understand. Take your time. I'll be here for you every step of the way," Barry smiled at Oliver's comment.
"Okay. Thank you Oliver."
"Of course." Barry smiled and kissed his boyfriend softly, closing his eyes and humming happily when Oliver kissed back. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on the other man's. They smiled at each other ~ Barry loved it when Oliver smiled. Not the small smirk that he gives everyone else, or the fake smile he gives to businessmen when he wants them to leave him alone, his actual smile. The one only seen occasionally by others. The one that showed his white teeth, that stretched from ear to ear. That showed his happiness in his eyes as well. Barry loved that smile. Of course, Oliver loved Barry's smile as well, but it was a lot easier to get a smile out of the younger man. Barry pecked Oliver's lips again before pulling away.
"Okay. I think we need to set some rules. I mean, I'm no stranger to your reputation."
Oliver chuckled at Barry's comment. "Fair enough. I'm assuming you want us to be exclusive?"
"If you ever want Joe's approval, then we kind of have to be. Even if neither of us want to. Sorry Ollie," Barry smiled apologetically.
"We'll be exclusive then. Unless you don't want to?"
"I don't… I like the idea of an open relationship. We can't get mad about cheating if it's an open relationship. If you're up for it?"
"Of course I'm up for it Barry. Just please, if you decide to have sex with anyone, use a condom," Oliver patted Barry's hip. "That ass is mine, and even though you can't get STDs because of your powers, I want to be the only one to fuck you like that," Oliver smirked as Barry blushed.
"Hey! I might be the one doing the fucking, you don't know!" Oliver rolled his eyes.
"Please Barry, we both know you're not the one who would do the fucking."
"You haven't slept with me," he left the yet unspoken, they both knew it was there. "You wouldn't know."
"Whatever. Just use a condom."
"Fine, but same goes for you. I'd rather not have some chick showing up with your kid," Barry teased.
"Deal."
"I think those are the only things I have in terms of rules for now. You have any more?"
"Nope."
"Great. Kiss me?" It was really more a demand spoken like a question, which Oliver obeyed immediately. Barry smirked into the kiss and chucked as he pulled back.
"I should probably head home. It's getting pretty late."
"You can stay here," Oliver suggested with a wink.
"I don't have clothes Ollie."
"You don't need them. If you really want some, I have a shirt you can borrow." Barry sighed before agreeing and going upstairs with Oliver.
