Here's chapter 2. Hope you all enjoy!
"Barry!"
Len's heart was in his mouth once he saw Barry's eyes roll up into his head. The body of his boyfriend suddenly became limp in his arms and he tightened his grip, wanting to protect him any way he could. Len was shocked at everything that happened. He turned around the corner of the alley only moments ago to see the horrifying sight of the Flash on the ground groaning and weak with a massive giant of a man hovering over him, fist raised high, preparing to deliver a final blow. If he hadn't had his cold gun with him he didn't know what he would have done. But he still would have tried to save Barry, his Scarlet. Not helping his boyfriend in his time of need would never be an option.
Looking up now he turned to check on the brute of a man. He was still covered head to toe in ice stuck on the ground in the position he was blasted in. He could stay frozen forever for all he cared after what he had witnessed the man doing to his boyfriend. He decided to anonymously call the police on one of his spare burner phones he always had on him and left a tip letting them know where to find this criminal. After finishing the call he broke the burner phone and threw it into the depths of the alley so it couldn't be traced back to him and he turned back to his Scarlet.
Barry was covered in bruises and cuts which was remarkable in itself seeing how quickly the Flash healed thanks to the speed force. It proved that what he had caught the end of, wasn't a normal fight and unfortunately the Flash had been beaten heavily despite having his powers to back him up. Looking down at the still figure in his arms, Len let his eyes roam over the peaceful expression on Barry's face and unconsciously let his fingers run through the speedster's hair, one of his favourite things to do.
Len quickly scanned his eyes over the rest of Barry's body checking for any major injuries he needed to be aware of. Satisfied that there was nothing urgent he needed to take care of, he leaned over, gently moving one of his arms behind Barry's knees and the other arm securing itself around Barry's back. He got himself up off the floor slowly, lifting the speedster with him and Barry's head gently fell onto his shoulder. He set off walking briskly back towards his original destination, his safe house. Len stuck to the shadows and quiet alleyways for the entire journey, not wanting anyone to spy the Flash in his current state being carried by a criminal no less.
Once back at his private safe house, Len carried Barry straight upstairs to his bed and gently laid him down on it. The only visible bruise left from the Barry's fight that his powers hadn't already healed was a large green over his left temple and eye socket. It looked painful but would soon disappear just like the rest of Barry's injuries.
Len slowly stripped him of his Flash suit and got him into some sweats so he was comfortable before pulling up the sheets and tucking him in. He was finally calming down himself, having been strung up for the entire experience so far. But seeing his Scarlet now, content in his bed, sleeping peacefully, the worry drained away from him and he could finally breathe properly again. He decided to go downstairs and make some food knowing the speedster would need a lot of calories when he woke up.
He was so comfortable right now, like lying on a cloud. Barry turned over in bed and sighed into his sheets relaxing even further into the bed. But then confusion spread across his face as his brain became more active and started taking in his surroundings. Where was he? He doesn't remember lying down in a bed. Why is he just in his boxers and not the Flash suit? The last thing he remembers is having a busy patrol as the Flash.
His eyes start to slowly flicker open as he gathers his bearings. It all suddenly comes back to him however; when he inhales the smell of his boyfriend's cologne on the sheets and this makes Barry suddenly remember the events of last night. He shoots up in bed and immediately recognises Len's room where they had spent a lot of time together for the past few months, even before they were in a relationship together Len's bedroom was their regular meeting place.
Barry slowly moved himself to the end of the bed feeling painless and well rested but also weak. He had used a lot of energy last night during his numerous fights and realised he needed to regain some more strength before he would be feeling like his usual self again. He pushed himself up and off the edge of the bed, but realised it was a mistake to do so too late. His legs were not yet strong enough and buckled underneath him, sending him to the floor.
"Wow, Scarlet. You've definitely filled your quota of being a damsel in distress for this week, haven't you?" Somehow without Barry even noticing, Len had entered the room and saved him from falling flat on his face on the floor. He had caught Barry with his strong arms around the speedster's waist and kept him upright. Sighing to himself, Barry rested his forehead on Len's shoulder and turned his face towards his boyfriend's.
"Thank you, for last night as well as this. How did you even find me anyway?"
Len lowered them both to sit on the edge of the bed but refused to relinquish his hold on Barry, keeping the speedster close to his chest in a warm embrace.
"I was making my way here from meeting Lisa at Jitters and heard the sounds of a fight going on in the alley. Sounded like someone was losing their cool so I thought I better step in." Len explained with his signature smirk. Barry just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Really? Puns?"
Len just shrugged still wearing his teasing smirk, knowing full well that his boyfriend secretly loved his puns. They were soon interrupted by Barry's growling stomach. The speedster groaned and made to leave the comfort of Len's arms but Len was having none of it, tightening his grip on the speedster and keeping him close.
"Ah, ah. No, Scarlet. You're gonna stay here and breakfast is coming to you for a change." Len deposited Barry on the bed beside him and got up, heading for the kitchen. A grin appeared on Barry's face.
"Breakfast in bed? How romantic, Captain Cold." He remarked cheekily, hoping to get a rise out of Len. But he was cool and collected as usual and continued his way out of the door throwing a last remark to Barry over his shoulder, determined to have the last word.
"Yes, you're very lucky aren't you? It's not even Valentine's Day, yet I'm still bringing out my big guns."
"Len!" Barry threw back round a laugh he couldn't hold off, his boyfriend was seriously committed to throwing in at least two puns into every conversation they have. All Barry could do was relax at the end of the bed waiting for his lover to come back to him bearing breakfast. He contemplated in those few spare moments he had alone, how lucky he was and how truly happy he was with the life he has right in this moment. He wouldn't change what he and Len had for anything.
Thanks for reading! If anyone has any ideas on where this story should go please share, I've got a couple of ideas but their mainly just little fluffy scenes and not full on plots like I want.
