Fluffy boyfriends are fluffy~
Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash or its characters.
Barry and Julian flop face-down on their bed, physically and emotionally exhausted. Neither have the energy to move, let alone change out of their filthy dirt-caked clothes; Barry neglected to change out of the Flash suit before speeding him and his boyfriend back to their apartment.
"Next time you invite me on one of your bloody excursions, please don't."
"I didn't invite you," Barry mumbles into his pillow, "you just showed up."
Julian feebly nudges the speedster's leg. "You tell a bloke about traveling to parallel-Earths, one cannot ignore the temptation."
"I told you because I didn't want my boyfriend to be a nervous worrywart."
Julian opens his mouth to complain but a yawn cuts him off. He shuffles around until he rests on his side, facing Barry with eyes drifting closed. "I'm too tired to argue."
"Same." Barry mimics his boyfriend, throwing a scarlet-clad arm over the blond's waist and tugging him closer. "Let's just sleep."
"Agreed," Julian drowsily mutters, "and I'm not a worrywart."