Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash or its characters.
"Those are mine," Barry blurts when his boyfriend emerges from the bedroom wearing the speedster's S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt and sweatpants.
"I'm aware but they were the first dry clothes I grabbed," Julian chides with an eye-roll, "unless you want me to parade around in my knickers."
The speedster bites back a 'yes please'.
"Besides, whose fault was it I ended up falling off the pier?" He heads for the kitchen to prepare a mug of coffee and reheats it in the microwave.
"…The metahuman's?" Barry sheepishly offers, not wanting to incur more of the blond's ire—oops, too late.
Julian glares in Barry's direction, attempting to look threatening despite his hair now resembling a disheveled mess instead of being perfectly coiffed. He joins his boyfriend on the couch with his mug in hand. The television is paused on a DVD's title screen, waiting for the occupants to settle in after a long day of stopping a renegade aquatic metahuman who wanted to plunge the city underwater for laughs.
"If you're worried about me stretching them out, don't bother. They're a size too big."
Julian is right. The sweatpants are a bit baggy and drag over his feet, and the sweatshirt practically engulfs his frame; Julian has to roll up the sleeves twice. It's not every day he wears clothing other than a tailored suit and tie, much less anything of Barry's. In this rare moment, Julian looks like a completely different person, less guarded and more relaxed.
It's a nice sight, the speedster wistfully smiles.
"My borrowing is only temporary," Julian continues after taking a sip of coffee, "I'll return them once my clothes are dry."
"Or you can keep them," Barry offers without a second thought.
The blond arches an eyebrow, studying his boyfriend like he's one of his specimens.
"Is that so? Because the way Cisco put it is that if anyone touches your precious sweats, you'd go bloody mental."
"No, I wouldn't say mental," Barry chuckles nervously, "and it was just that one time. Jay—Zoloman was a stranger. You're my boyfriend and I don't mind you wearing my clothes," he ends with a kiss to Julian's temple.
"Does that mean I can borrow the Flash suit?"
The sight of the speedster's gaping face is too much.
Julian chuckles, "I was kidding, Barry. Your sweats are sufficient enough to quell my desire to parade around in skin-tight leather."
"It's not leather!" Barry protests.