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"Flash! Why are you here in Starling City? What happened?"
"Are you really the Flash? It's the first time you went here!"
"Can I get an autograph!"
"Please, excuse me!"
"Are you working with the Arrow?"
"I'm sure Central City would be thrilled if you were caught there instead here!"
"Flash! Please!"
And blah blah blah. As much as Barry wanted to zoom past them and go back to watch movies with Oliver, it seemed to be impossible as all the people surrounded him, unenabling him for his escape. Sighing, he pushed someone back gently, hoping to get out of here soon—hoping Oliver would save him soon.
But then, someone stepped in front of him. More like, landing in front of him like he was an angel sent from Heaven. Everybody stepped back as the man stood up straightly, those blue eyes looking up with a cold stare. The Flash almost thought he would sigh in relief but didn't.
"Back off,"
As the words left his mouth, they quickly backed away, frightened and overwhelmed. The masked man turned around, a small twitch upwards of his lips caught Barry's gaze. Now, he just noticed he was staring when Oliver—the Arrow—held him by the waist and carried him through the night.
Mystic blue eyes scanned him, making him confused as his brown eyes stared back at those blue eyes. Oliver looked away and was grateful that they were in the Cave—he swears, this is the last time he'll call the foundry that.
His back met the couch and quickly, he sighs.
"Ugh, those tabloids are really fast,"
The older man chuckled lightly and shortly, and Barry's head shot up, surprised the least but only a smile made its way on his lips.
"I told you, you aren't the only one who's fast."
The Flash bit his lip and took off his mask, his hair messy like always when he takes it off. The billionaire made coffee and looked back just to be flabbergasted by the look. He didn't let Barry see though, as he walked up to him and gave the mug to him. Lifting himself up, Barry takes the bag and leans on the couch, smiling in a thankful way.
The older man only nodded back curtly, hoping that he wasn't smiling. Barry's smile was contagious, very very contagious. Sighing, Oliver smiled back—at least he tried to—at Barry, making the said man flush red a little.
While Barry was trying to finish his coffee, Oliver didn't even bother for now as he went to the changing room. He changed his shirt and felt the wind pass him by quickly. But not that fast than he had expected. By the time he was done, he opened his door to see a red quivering Barry.
Now, he was changed already too. But it seemed like something was bothering him.
Sitting close to the young man—too close as Barry thought—Oliver asked, "What's wrong, Barry?" At first, Barry wanted to speak the truth but it would seem that it was troublesome to say so. Confusion in Oliver's blue eyes, Barry grinned widely like he always do. Hoping to find an excuse, Barry thought of it for a while and knew it wasn't an excuse, so it was quite believable.
"Well, it's already night and...we're in Starling...so...I have to go now before Joe can give me his inquirement."
The displeasant look washed for Oliver but quick as him, it changed.
"You can stay at my place, it's quarter to eleven."
Blushing a little bit, he shook his head, finally gulping the remaining coffee in his mug before he frantically waves his arms around. Taking notice of the nervous Barry, Oliver sighed quietly, not even listening to the ramble of the forencis scientist. The scientist tried to reason, but both knew that Oliver wouldn't agree.
"Barry, I can call Joe—"
Eyes widened at the statement and as Oliver pulled out his phone, he snatched it before he could unlock it. Furrowing his eyebrows with a displeased frown, they both look at each other.
"No, no, no, no, no, no! I won't even stay here! I'm not going to be a bother—"
"You're not a bother, Barry. You won't be, ever."
Hearing the older man's statement, Barry put the phone down on the coffee table, still frowning. Even though the man had already said he won't be a bother, he wonders where he would sleep. He rather sleep in the Cave...no, in his uncomfy bed. Relaxing for a momentary pause and a dramatic one, he suppose, Barry pouted.
Those eyes that once looked at him just got wider. The older man's head turned to look away from him, his hand on his mouth. The speedster was confused but continued to pout, somehow enjoying the look on Oliver's face. The red-faced older man glanced at the corner of his eye at the pouting Barry, as much as he doesn't like getting embarrassed, this was too much.
"Just...do what I said." Oliver said firmly and secured. Sighing in defeat, Barry nodded and didn't even bother to retort anymore. The vigilante's lips quirked upward but he restrained it for now, nodding.
"Come on, let's go to my house."
And Barry didn't even bother to retort again.
~TimeSkip~
"We're he..."
Oliver stopped as soon as he possibly could. The man next to him was already asleep and was very still, but he was leaning on the window for support and Oliver tried to look away. He gets out of the car and carefully opened the door, not letting Barry fall. His strong arms caught the leaning man. The eyes of his showed relief but was confused why he was relieved when he knew he would caught him.
He was careful, careful not to make a noise to make the other man in his arms be awaken. As he stepped in front of his front porch, he saw their reflection. He flushed, they were in the same position once again. And he thought that they would never would. At least, again.
Another sigh left his mouth. Quickly, his maids had greeted him, not even batting an eye on the man asleep in his arms. That, he was glad for. He doesn't like them asking out of curiosity. Nodding as his greeting, he walked pas them, walking calmly through the halls of his home. While he shifted to make the boy more comfortable, he turned to a corner and straight for a room near his.
His feet had led him out, but without warning, an arm shot up to grip his shirt, making him halt and stumble back a bit. He turned his head around to see it was Barry's arm, gripping his shirt at the back. The grip was firm but there was a gentle thing about it as it tugs his shirt. Oliver's eyebrow rose in curiosity and crouched down a bit, he's face to face with Barry. A groan elicited from the younger one's mouth, making him worried for a second until Barry spoke.
"Don't...go..."
Standing up from his crouched position, Oliver gripped back by his hand. He nodded.
"I'll be back in a minute. Wait."
There was another groan which made the billionaire chuckle slightly. And just like what the man had promised, the billionaire was back in the room in a flash-as cliché as it sounds-Barry smiled. But the frown quickly disappeared from his face as he saw the things the blonde-haired man has in his hands. Oliver tilts his head with a nod and started to prepare the sheets until a hand shot to grip his.
"Sleep heeee...re..."
Oliver's head snapped up to see Barry's face close to his. He flushed bright red. Luckily, Barry was too sleepy and so the blush was ignored. The billionaire comb back his hair, sighing. As he left the sheets unprepared, he hesitantly sat on the other side of the bed, gulping. He was still asking himself if it was alright. Rolling over to the other man's side, Barry scoffed and pulled the man in the bed, hugging his arm.
"Goodnight, Arrow..."
The last thing he heard was his name being called out in confusion.
"Barry's not answering." Joe said, sighing in frustration and worry. Sure, the boy is grown up and all, but Henry would kill him if something ever happened to his—their—boy.
Caitlin frowned and turned to her computer. "I think I must've put a tracker on him."
Joe's and Wells' eyebrow raised, curious why the woman even thought of doing that. But nonetheless, they shared a look and shrugged it off. Joe felt awkward sharing the look, he's been really close to Wells and so was Barry too. And it was scaring him, more overwhelming than Nora's death and thinking it was Henry—
"He's in...Starling? In the Queen's mansion!" Caitlin gaped. Joe was quickly beside her, huffing an annoyed sigh. He gritted his teeth and dialed Barry's number, putting the phone on his ear yet again. Fortunately, Barry finally answered. Or so he thought it was Barry.
"Barry?! Why are you in the Queen's house?!"
Caitlin flinched from the harsh tone. The detective gave her a soft look that said he was sorry. The woman waved it off, letting them talk as the detective listened as to what the boy would answer.
"Detective?"
The gruff and deep voice made his eyes widened. There was a scowl on his face. Although he had told the other man to call him 'Joe', he didn't persuaded this time, he needed to know if his boy was alright. He quickly replied.
"Where is Barry? Did he spent the night there?" His polite manners didn't fumble down though.
"Yes, he did. I'm sorry if I hadn't called you. I fell asleep as soon as he did too. Until now, he's still asleep and safe. Nothing to worry about, Detective."
He sighed in relief. Wells looked at him, as if saying something. Joe nodded.
"Wake him up, he needs to go back here in Central. Meta-human problems."
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At first, Oliver was hesitant. The boy was sleeping soundly and deeply. He felt like he's going to be rude when he wakes the boy up. A sigh escapes his mouth and he replies. The man on the other line hangs up and he sighed again. Walking out, he orders the maids to cook. Since he's too lazy and sleepy to even think about eating food this early. Well, at least he thinks it's early.
Barry shifted slightly and turned around, his hand finding something. Or someone. He groaned when all he could touch was the soft sheets of the bed. There was a creak of the door but he still didn't open his eyes. He still wanted to sleep. Deciding so, he turns back around, preparing to fall asleep again.
But that wasn't his roommate had in mind.
His body was turned around again by hands. They were gently pushing his body too. He followed willingly and sleepily. There was a shuffle and light made it through the glass window and to his face directly. Groaning again, he turn as back around, finding a blanket and snuggling in it. A chuckle rang in the room and his eyes widened.
He sits up abruptly and sees Oliver—fucking—Queen at the other side of the bed.
"Not a morning person? I thought you go to the precinct at this time."
With that, he groaned loudly and stands on his feet.
"Shit! Captain's so going to kill me...along with Joe." The boy had whispered the last part, fully awake and aware of his foster father's wrath.
"I've talked with Joe, he said you need to be there in an hour, alright? And the Captain's absent and is sick."
Barry turned to Oliver, bewildered at the news. "O-Oh."
Oliver gave him a smile. The speedster's face went bright red. "Th-Then I better get going," Barry said but before he could exit the room, there was a hand that gripped his familiarly. He looked back, his heart throbbing too loud. Smiling nervously, he tilts his head in confusion. Oliver didn't know what he's going to say, so he said the first thing that popped in his mind.
"Breakfast's ready."
And Barry couldn't hide his red face. "O-Okay.."
They are in silence. But the silence was quite comforting. Oliver smiled at how the speedster was struggling with the expensive type of food. Though the Flash had struggled about other things, this was really hard. He somehow managed and ate properly.
"Your clothes are dirty. So I'll give you a pair of mine."
The forensic scientist nodded faintly, his eyes cascading down on the food as he blushed again.
After eating, Oliver did give him a pair. He tried it on and it was a little big. He looks at the mirror, turning around slightly if it suits him. This wasn't really in his mind but it made him smile like an idiot. Barry looked down on the clothes and blushed after thinking about something...girly for once. He groaned.
"Are you alright, Barry?"
Frantically looking for an answer, he squeaks out, "Y-Yes!"
Heaving a sigh, he looked back down on Oliver's clothes. Clutching it, he brought it up to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled like a faint of cinnamon and an undentified smell. Maybe it was from the Arrow—the douche—and he smiled.
"Are you done yet? Joe is probably worried."
Hearing his foster father's name, he speeded out of the bathroom and smiled. "Thanks so much! I'll return this as soon as possible! Bye!" He snatched his phone and speeded out of the house, leaving Oliver behind to chuckle.
"Bye."
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"Hartley, are you sure?"
The small man scoffed and showed his 'specially hand-cuffed' hands. He glared. "Do something about this and I'll make your doubts go away!"
Cisco frowned and looked at his computer. He did as he was told. Hartley smirked and rubbed his wrists. Finally, he leans behind Cisco. "Look at that, that's Ronnie's face is it not?"
Cisco was bewildered but nodded nonetheless. He looked back and was face-to-face with Hartley. And their faces were too close. Hartley looked away, blushing but shook it off and did as planned.
The other man was on the ground, clutching his ears of it to stop. Hartley smirked and turned away. He heard him curse and shout some things but he didn't care. At least, he thought so, he hides his face as it turns red. He runs away.
After a long day of catching a meta-human Caitlin called, 'Peek-A-Boo', both Barry and Caitlin watched the girl struggle to get out. "You know...even though he left me I'm still in love with him." They closed it and Caitlin and Barry walked along side. Barry was shaking his head.
"Some people are worth being crazy for."
Caitlin just nodded and smiled.
Barry stopped though, telling her to go on. He leaned on the wall. "And that...someone is really hard to get." He flushed as he thought of someone. Someone all too familiar for him. He was still deciding whether it was just another crush or another unrequited love. He shook his head, muttering the same line.
"Some people are worth being crazy for."
But him? He was more than crazy right now.