Great Gatsby AU

Popping something other than Champagne

(NSFW)

New York was big.

A lot bigger than Barry had thought originally.

Nonetheless, he tried to hide his nervousness, as the taxi driver asked him where he was heading. Barry fished the scrap of paper from his pocket, telling the man the address. He looked up at the driver as he looked over his shoulder with a bit of surprise across his face. "You sure that's where you're heading kid?" The man asked as he started up the engine again.

"Yeah, pretty sure." Barry said with a raised eyebrow.

The man in the front seat shrugged, but said nothing more as he pulled away from the sidewalk and onto the busy streets. Tall skyscrapers lined every street corners, and people dressed in New York's latest fashion walked down the concrete runway with fun lined coats, and tiny lap dogs, laughing and practically throwing money away left and right to boast and show off their wealth. It made the young man in the cab slump down in his seat a bit. Barry didn't grow up in an extremely poor family, but he definitely didn't have the nicest clothes around in his small town.

He glanced down at his brown dress shoes, tan dress pants and a simple white button up shirt. The New York heat made him take off his matching suit top, and placed it down next to him on the seat. The dark haired male took out the slip of paper that his foster-sister Iris had given him and read the address over to himself a few times. His foster-sister Iris was a journalist and knew that Barry wanted to move out and start his own life, and career as a banker/writer. So, while she was following a story in New York, looked up some open houses that were up Barry's alley.

When she came back home with the news, Barry almost didn't believe her, until she showed him the papers and that she had already but a deposit down on the house. Which she told him was an early Christmas present for him, and it didn't take him long to get his things ready, say goodbye to his foster father, Joe, and left to start something with his life.

As the taxi continued to drive further and further away from the city, they passed what looked like a boneyard of cars and old, rundown shops. Barry frowned for a moment, seeing the people walk around in rags, covered in dirt and smoke. Though, it was only for a minute, Barry was suddenly then surrounded by lush, tall trees lining each side if the road. He looked around as a few houses came up, and Barry's jaw nearly hit the ground. These houses looked more like palaces to the young man.

Soon enough, the cab took a turn down an unpaved dirt road and stopped right near the waterfront of the channel that passed for miles in each direction. When the cab stopped, the young male grabbed his things and threw his jacket on his arm as he gazed at the tiny cottage that would be home for who knows how long. The tiny house was cute looking and it made Barry smile. He didn't have a lot of things, or the need for them, so it was simply perfect. Though he couldn't say the same for his neighbors. Especially to the person who lived in the house to the left of him. The place was absolutely breathtaking.

Shaking it off, he helped the cab driver get his bags from the trunk and place them near the porch of the house. Barry paid the man, and the cab left in a matter of moments, leaving him alone.

He turned around and took a deep breath, smiled brightly and got his things inside the cozy looking place and started to unpack.

A week had passed since moving in and starting his job at a stock and banking company deep in the heart of the city. Besides having to get up before dawn each morning, and coming home a bit later in the evening than most people, Barry was happy. Though, every time he came home late in the evening, when the first hours of night had just started, his neighbor had already started a very loud and very interesting party. It seemed like everyone in New York was invited and didn't leave until early the next morning. It didn't bother Barry that much, he was a heavy sleeper anyways.

However, today was his first day off from work and he finally had the chance to sleep in. Barry had waken around nine, and watched a bit as his clock beside his bed ticked on by for a bit before closing his eyes and sighing blissfully. He snuggled further into his sheets that cradled him and started to drift back to a peaceful sleep.

"Ding-dong!"

Barry's eyes fluttered open as he heard someone ringing his doorbell. He sat up in bed and got up to look at his calendar, thinking that he might have forgotten that today was the day Iris said she'd come swing by and visit, but that wasn't it. Barry heard the bell ring again. "Just a moment!" He called to the person, quickly finding his bathrobe and tying it around himself.

He put on some slippers as he walked downstairs and quickly pulled the front door open. In front of him stood a well dressed...butler? He was holding a silver plate with a note on it. "My employer wanted me to bring this invitation to you Mr. Allen." The much older man said, bringing the plate closer to Barry, who took it carefully.

"Oh, um...thank you?" He said not sure as to what to say in a situation such as this one.

Though, before he could say anything, the man nodded his head and left without another word.

Barry watched the man leave for a moment before glancing at the card and walking back into his house, closing the door. As he turned the fancy looking card over he read the letter to himself,

'Dear Mr. Allen, the honor would be entirely mine if you could attend my little party,

Yours Sincerely, L Snart'

Barry was utterly delighted and confused all at once and wondered exactly what he should do. He hadn't gone to many parties, he was always too busy studying and working to help pay for things around the house when he lived with Joe and Iris. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly as he walked into the kitchen and started making his breakfast, still thinking about the note. Well, if he was going to the party, he'd have to find his best suit.

'Oh heavens, this was a bad idea…' Barry thought to himself as he was standing around the front entrance of the great establishment. He was trying to tell one of the doormen that Mr. Snart had invited him to come, showing him the letter, when a few people behind him laughed at him, saying that everyone was invited to the party. Barry frowned a bit and stepped inside nonetheless.

The place was just as big on the inside as it was the were people dancing, singing, playing all over the place that it made his head spin and quickly found a small corner next to a bar towards the back of one of the many rooms to collect himself for a moment. Barry wondered what kind of man this Mr. Snart was if he threw these kind of parties each night. And if everyone was invited, then why did he get a letter? Putting it aside for a moment, he slipped the card in his inside breast pocket of his black tailored suit, and asked the bartender to for something light to drink.

Barry stood around awkwardly in the lounge and tried to make his way outside towards the giant swimming pool and big band. He stood by the doorway and watched all the people dancing and having a good time, smiling to himself as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a small sip. "How does this man do it?" Barry overheard a conversation near the doorframe he was leaning on and tried not to look like he was listening in.

"Well, I heard that he use to be a criminal overseas and escaped under a new name." A woman said.

"Mh! I heard that too! But I also heard that he's some kind of mob boss or pusher, and only uses his company as a front so the police don't catch him." Another woman said.

"The guy's probably some old grump who want's to relive his glory days and has nothing better to do." A well dressed man said.

Barry took another sip of his drink as the small group continued to chatter on about rumors of Mr. Snart's origin.

Moment's later, fireworks started to go off, and Barry couldn't help but smile brightly at the display before was so distracted by it that he didn't realize someone was calling him, until he felt a hand on his shoulder that made him jump. The young male turned around to see a bald man looking at him with an unpleasant look on his face. "C-Can I help you?" Barry asked.

"Yeah, follow me." He said as he took his hand off of Barry's shoulder.

When the man saw that he didn't make a move to follow, he rolled his eyes. "Mr. Snart sent me to fetch you, now would you come on? He doesn't like people who are late." The man said.

It took Barry all of his will power not to tell the man that he was late to everything half of the time. Either way, Barry followed the man through the crowd of people as best he could, and up towards the grand staircase to one of the upper floors. The man didn't say anything until they reached an extremely huge door and the man turned around to face him. "He's waiting for you." He told him and left back down the hall.

Barry looked at the door for a moment, wondering what was on the other side, or maybe if this was all just some prank he's fallen victim to. Either way, he wouldn't know until he opened the doors. Which he did, very slowly.

He stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him as he entered the room.

There was a desk lamp on, casting the room in a warm, dim light. In front of him was a huge ceiling to floor window that was looking out down to the pool and water below, as well as the fireworking that were still lighting up the night sky. There was a desk, placed in front of the window and saw the back of a man leaning against the desk, glass in hand as he watched the display from his spot. The man hadn't turned around, so Barry thought he might not have heard him enter. He went to speak but the man beat him to it.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Allen." A deep, gruff voice filled the office-like room.

Barry said nothing for a moment, a bit shocked but cleared his throat. "Thank you, and you must be Mr. Snart?"

"The one and only." He said and turned around.

Barry felt star struck upon actually looking at the man.

The first thing Barry noticed were his flashing blue eyes, that even in the dim lighting, stood out like diamonds. The other thing he noticed was the tiny smirk that tugged at the corners of the man lips. Mr. Snart was dressed in a deep blue suit with a silver tie that dangled around his neck. Barry watched quietly as he walked from behind the desk, putting his drink down as he did so, and walked, well more liked stalked, towards where Barry stood.

"So you um…" Barry started, not actually knowing what to say to the man.

The smirk grew ever so slightly on his lips and stopped in front of him. "I just wanted to get to know my new neighbor." Snart said.

"And from what I can tell, you seem to live a busy life, friend." He said.

"Oh! Well I just started working here, and I just moved in so things are a bit busy. But I'm sure I'll be able to settle into a better routine soon enough." Barry told him.

"Well," Snart said, placing a hand on his shoulder, and boy were his hands big and warm, "if you ever need a break, I'm always up for a game of pool, or you're welcome to use my swimming pool whenever." He told him.

"I-Well I mean, thank you but I couldn't-"

"I insist. If we're going to be neighbors, then I want us to get to know each other, Mr. Allen." He told Barry, and lord that smile.

"You can call me Barry then." Barry told him, and the look on Mr. Snart's face made his heart flutter inside his chest.

"Then call me Leonard." He said to him as he turned and walked over to his desk, picking up a bottle.

"Care for a drink, Barry?" He asked him, to which Barry nodded his head and walked over to him.

Barry watched the man pour him a drink and thanked him, taking a sip from it. The two of them stayed in the room, watching the fireworks light up the room with different colors until well past midnight.

The young male, wished Leonard a goodnight, and told him he would see him again soon enough. To Barry, soon meant two, maybe three days, but he guessed that Barry's version of soon, and Leonard's were very different.

Because he showed up at his doorstep the next morning as he was getting ready for work.

It shocked Barry to see the man standing there, or more so leaning against the doorframe so early in the morning.

"Good morning, Leonard."

"Good morning, Barry." Leonard said and stood straight up.

"Sorry, I can't stay and chat, I have to leave for work." Barry said, gesturing to his suitcase in his hand.

"That's why I'll be driving you. We can chat on the way there." Leonard said, stepping aside so that Barry could see the bright blue sports car parked in front of his house.

"Mr. Snart, really you don't have to." Barry tried to argue, but Leonard seemed like the man to get what he wants, no matter what.

"Come on, it's no trouble at all." He told him, ushering Barry to the car so that he'd just have to get in.

The whole way there the two of them talked about simply things, and as they did, Barry learned that Leonard owned a lot of local companies and loved cold things, like snow.

Eventually this became a habit. Leonard came to pick him up and drop him off at work each day, and even on his days off, Barry soon found himself taking Leonard's offer of playing a game pool, or darts. Even just lounging around his sitting room, drinking and talking.

Barry found himself very much enjoying Leonard's presence, that on some days where Leonard was unable to join him for drinks, or a game, he found himself moping around his house with nothing. Soon, he realized that maybe he was liking the other male a little too much.

There were defiantly some times where Barry thought that the other felt the same way, but never mentioned it. Times were Leonard would put his hand on his shoulder, or keep his hands on him a little longer than needed. Leonard even got him some fancy dress shirts and pants, complimenting him on how good he looked. And the looks.

There was one time that stood out above the rest.

They were sitting in the living room of his tiny cottage, after Leonard said that he wanted some quiet time together. Barry had put on his little radio to a relaxing channel for some background noise as the two of them chatted and ate a light afternoon lunch together. As they did so, the old clock that sat above the fireplace rang and Barry sighed to himself, placing his teacup down on the coffee table and stood. "Sorry, this thing is so old and off. It'll take a moment." He told Leonard as he walked over to it and started to try and quiet the damn thing.

"No worries, Barry." Leonard had said.

Barry had his back facing the man as he opened the back to see the cranks and wheels spinning around and around. He started tinkering with it for a few moments. When he think he fixed it, at least for a moment, he closed the back and was about to put it back on the shelf, when he caught a glimpse of Leonard in the mirror that was mounted above the fireplace.

Leonard was staring at his back with an intense, focused look that sent a chilling shock up and down his back. He looked like a predator that was toying with his prey, and his hand. His hand not hold his teacup had moved from it's resting place on the chair's arm to a different place. That place being his thigh. Barry could see the man's thumb rubbing gentle circles into the fabric of his pants. His legs were slightly spread out more from when he was talking talking to him moments around.

It caused Barry's cheeks to light but like a Christmas tree star. For a moment or two he froze in his spot and then quickly excused himself, not even looking in Snart's direction and went to his bathroom to try and collect himself. His breathing was a bit uneven and he even had to unbutton a few buttons to his dress shirt so that he could breath a bit better. Once the color in his face returned to a decent shade of light pink, he straightened himself out and walked back into the living room, seeing that it was empty.

"Leonard?" Barry called out as he walked in, and saw that a napkin had been written on.

'Sorry to leave without saying anything, something came up. See you soon,

-Leonard S.

Barry wanted to laugh because, yes, something was indeed up.

Again, it was a few more times until something absolutely life changing and mind boggling happened to Barry that involved the very attractive man.

Leonard was throwing one of his parties and Barry had been able to stop by, since he didn't have work in the morning. The two of them were in his office, where they had first meet and had a few glasses of wine. And by a few, that meant Barry practically drowned himself in the rich, red, liquid.

Barry was never one to drink more than a glass or two, but tonight was different. With all the things with Leonard going on, he didn't know what to do, so he drank more and more. Leonard realized this and snatched the bottle and glass away from him and told him he was going to take him home. Leonard helped Barry walk all the way to his house, while Barry leaned on the man's broad shoulders and let the man open his door. "Can you make it upstairs to bed?" Leonard had asked, to which Barry shook his head and giggled, god he was drunk.

"Think I might need a hand Lenny." Barry said his words slurred.

Leonard sighed to himself as he stepped inside and lead Barry upstairs and to his bedroom. He helped Barry sit on the bed and started to take of the younger male's shoes, and placed them to the side. Then his hands came up and started to remove his suit jacket, laying it over a chair that was next to Barry's writing desk.

He walked back over Barry, to see him having trouble with his belt. Leonard watched for a moment as his thin, nimble fingers fumbled with the belt and then went over to brush his hands away to do it himself. Leonard started to undo the button and zipper so that Barry could get comfortable when a sound left Barry's lips that made Leonard freeze in his spot. His head snapping up to look Barry in his eyes. His lips were red from the wine, as well as his cheeks, the perfect shade of scarlet and Leonard wanted it.

Now.

Before either of them knew it, lips were meeting and kissing and everything was blurry and hot. Leonard knew it was wrong, that Barry might hate him in the morning, but right now he needed this, and wanted Barry. And when he wanted something, he got it.

Leonard's hand came to cup the side of Barry's flushed cheek, then other wrapping itself around the other's slim waist. Feeling Barry kiss him back sent Leonard over the edge and pulled back, look at Barry's now swollen lips, pushed the other down onto the bed and got on top of him.

Leonard shedded his own coat and started to undo some of the buttons of his dress shirt, going back to kissing those soft lips. He felt Barry moan into the kiss and felt his hands throw themselves around his neck. Leonard pressed Barry harder into the mattress and heard the male squeak.

The blue eyed man pulled back long enough to unbutton a few of Barry's button until he practically ripping them off to see the vast expanse of skin.

From where Barry was lying, he could see a hunger in Leonard's eyes that he has never seen in any man before. He saw the flash of his tongue, as he licked his lips. "Leonard…" Barry said breathlessly.

It caught the other man's attention and saw a flash of concern in his eyes, that he might've hurt the other or gone too far. However, Barry swallowed and reached with one hand towards Lenny's belt and looped a finger around it and gently pulled it. "I want it." Barry whispered softly.

Leonard didn't do anything for a moment and then climbed back on top of him, his lips ghosting over his earlobe before nipping at it, causing Barry to whine slightly. "Fine, but only this once." He told him and then started to attack his throat with his lips.

Barry's back arched as he felt Lenny's teeth and lips leaving hickies all over his neck, spreading down his shoulders and even some on his chest. He felt Lenny's hand slip down his chest, tracing a hard, pink nibble and toy with it for a moment before dipping lower and lower.

Eventually between the kissing and moaning, Barry found himself with only his opened dress shirt and his boxers covering, and Leonard on top of him without a shirt on and pants undone. He felt a warm hand slide up and down his side, causing him to shiver and then sip lower until it was cupping his ass, squeezing it gently in his hand. Barry's eyes rolled back into his head as Lenny started kneading his ass and his lips had found his pretty nipples.

His lips sucked at his nipples until they felt swollen and were a pretty shade of red, and Leonard came to the conclusion that he wanted to see scarlet on Barry all the time.

Soon enough, Leonard's hand came down to waistband of Barry's boxers and tugged them down to his knees. He did the same with his own, bringing his pants and underwear down below his knees.

Leonard took a moment to admire his work.

Barry's neck and torso was littered with hickies and teeth marks, his lips were swollen and red, matching his aching nipples and his chest was falling and rising in quick little bursts.

It was a lovely sight that the older man could drink in all night, but it seemed that there were some more pressing matters. And one in particular that was pressing against himself. The both of them were hard beyond belief, and in the dim light from the outside let in by the window, Barry's cock was already leaking heavily.

Leonard licked his lips before adjusting himself on top of Barry so that his slim legs were now spread open and on the outside of him so that Leonard could settle himself in between them comfortably. He slowly rocked his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together as Barry let his head fall against the sheets of his bed, mouth falling open as he moan at the pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Again, Leonard rocked his hips forward and started a slow pace. Eventually grabbing both of their cocks in hand, stroking them as he continued to thrust his hips.

Barry started moaning loudly, one hand gripping the sheets for dear life and the other coming down to touch Lenny's hand that was pumping both of their cock together in a slow motion. The young teen liked to think he was average for his age, but when he glanced down to see Lenny's cock he nearly panicked for a moment. The man was hung like a fucking beast, and feeling his cock rub up against his own was pulling sounds he had never made before from his throat.

They were both hot against each other, sweat starting to form around their hairlines as they got each other off. Soon enough, Barry was able to get with the program and started rocking his hips as well into Lenny's hands. He heard a deep growl come from the man's chest and felt the man find his lips against and started kissing him.

The kiss was sloppy and hungry, and everything Barry wanted at that moment. "Mh, yeah just like Barry." Leonard whispered against his heated skin as he continued to pump their cocks.

His voice almost made Barry cum right then and there.

"God you're beautiful." He said as he went back to kissing him.

"Just like that-fuck I've wanted to do this to you for so long." Leonard said, the comment made Barry's cock twitch in his hand as his orgasm came closer.

"Lenny, shit, Lenny-I can't, not much longer." Barry moaned.

"Fuck, it's okay Barry-baby, you can cum. I wanna see you cum." Leonard said and started pumping faster and faster until he felt Barry's body stiffen underneath him and let out the prettiest moan ever.

Barry came all over Leonard's hand and on his own stomach, trying to catch his breath as he felt Leonard still pumping his own cock.

"Lenny, please-" "Barry!"

Leonard came, calling out Barry's name and spilling himself all over Barry's stomach. He continued to move his hand up and down his cock, milking every last drop out, his chest heaving up and down as he stared at Barry's post-orgasmic face.

The two of them stayed like that for a moment before Leonard begrudgingly started to move to get off of him.

However, Barry didn't want that.

Barry caught his hand at the last moment, tugging at it slightly. "Stay the night." He told him and watched as Leonard thought it over for a few moments and Barry was starting to get nervous that he would leave and never talk to him again.

"Alright."

Barry let out a breath and watched as Leonard came back over and helped him get under the covers. "You're a mess." Barry said softly.

"So are you." Leonard said back, wrapping an arm around Barry's waist and bringing him closer.

"Mmm," he hummed softly, snuggling closer to the older man, "We can shower in the morning."

"After that, how about we take my new boat out for a spin?"

"That sounds like a date."

"Because it is."

A/N: Hello and thank you for reading my first story in my Coldflash series! I hoped you enjoyed it, and please feel free to comment about the story or series itself! I always appericate the input!

Now for next chapter's sneak peak is... Fairy tale AU!

Until next time, keep writing!