Thank you, CuttysarK!

Hal knew it was probably creepy, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Barry. It was stupidly fascinating to see him so still. Even when he wasn't shattering the sound barrier, the speedster was nearly always in motion. Whenever Hal got moments like this, he tried to savor them, file each second away in his head to store forever. Barry was so handsome, and Hal got to look at him as much as he wanted when he was still – had to make up lost time for all those years when Barry wasn't his to look at.

He was perfect like this. Barry was always so tidy and put together, all sweatervests, sharp creases, and never a hair out of place. Hal loved him no matter what, but this was something else.

Barry was fast asleep on his back, blond hair a complete mess and sticking out in every direction. His face was turned just enough into the sunlight that the morning stubble shimmered on his jaw. Hal could've made fun of him for actually sparkling, but it was too pretty to mock.

Hal knew it was going to wake Barry up, but he couldn't resist reaching out and brushing his fingers against the sharp scruff. He'd joked with Ollie about disliking beards before and was 100% ready to take back what he'd said thanks to an amazing dream he had where Barry was a cowboy. Hal expected that all those inappropriate dreams would get a lot better now that he knew how Barry's skin felt sliding against his own, knew the sounds he made when Hal touched him.

"Mmm…" Barry moaned as he stirred awake. Hal smiled down at him and covered the prickly hairs on his neck with a warm hand.

"Morning, beautiful," Hal had his head propped up on one fist. He watched the blond open one eye and then the other, squint at the light streaming in through the bedroom window, and blink up at Hal until a lazy smile spread across his face.

Barry ran a hand up Hal's bare chest and hooked it behind his neck to bring him down for a sleepy kiss, "Hey."

Hal's heart swelled painfully with affection. They'd slept together for the first time last night, and Hal didn't think it was possible to love the speedster more. He'd been proven so very wrong. Hal nuzzled his face just under Barry's ear and hummed happily, "You sleep well?"

"Yeah," Barry's shoulder lifted up to protect himself from Hal's tickling breath. He laughed in a groggy voice and pushed lightly at Hal's chest. "Stop; you're gonna give me beard burn."

Hal responded by quickly rubbing his own scratchy jaw against Barry's and pinning his legs down so he couldn't escape, "Let's hope so. That'll make it all the more awkward when we have to go downstairs for breakfast and face Ollie."

Barry caught either side of his face and tried to push him to arm's length, smiling thoughtfully at him with a little frown.

"What?" Hal breathed out in a chuckle.

"You look good with a little stubble," Barry cocked tilted his head to the side like he was surveying artwork.

"I was just thinking that about you!" Hal grinned. He flopped down beside Barry and felt the blond curl an arm around him. "We should not shave today."

"I'm game for that," Barry mumbled as he pressed a kiss to Hal's hair.

"Wanna see if we can make Ollie nervous with how good we look with facial hair?"

"I'm not actually sure either of us could grow beards as nice as his," Barry snorted derisively.

"You're right," Hal nodded like he agreed. "Ours would be way nicer."