This has been sitting in my folder for months, so I thought 'what the hell' and typed a quick ending. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash or its characters.
"Len, Mick! Come on, guys, this isn't funny!"
"Caitlin, Ray, you two better get your arses back here this instant!"
"I was gonna break out the fancy grub tonight but you can forget it now!"
"I am locking up all of your bloody squeaky toys when we get home!"
"Mick, Len, where are—WHOA!"
"Ray, Caitlin, where are—GAH!"
Barry's world is turned upside down when something (or two) slams into the back of his legs and pitches him toward a stunned blond in a similar predicament. They collide, chest to chest, with the other man's arms draped over Barry's shoulders and Barry's hands going to his waist.
At their feet, four tail-wagging dogs ogle the entwined pair with varying expressions: a Siberian husky that radiates smugness, a Dalmatian who gives an undignified snort, a chocolate Labrador who bounces around like a hyper ball of happiness, and an American cocker spaniel that intriguingly stares at the two humans.
A blush colors Barry's cheeks at how close he and the mystery man are, and how attractive the latter is; Barry always had a weakness for blond hair.
(He envisions Iris in the background screaming 'Go for it!')
"Excuse me, do you mind?" the blond interrupts in a clipped British voice.
"Oh right! Sorry," Barry stammers, relinquishing his hold.
Mystery Man regains his composure and straightens his jacket; Barry does not miss the not-so subtle once-over the blond gives him. "I apologize for what my dogs did." Mystery Man frowns at the Labrador and the spaniel. "I haven't the foggiest of what's come over them."
"That's okay because I'm pretty sure mine share the guilt too." Barry gives the Siberian husky and Dalmatian a pointed glare. "I'm Barry Allen, by the way." He offers his hand with a half-smile.
The blond gives the gesture a long stare before returning it. "Julian Albert."
"And these two rascals are Len and Mick." Barry points to the Siberian and Dalmatian respectively. The dogs keep silent.
Julian nods to the brunet's dogs in greeting. "This is Ray," he bends down to pat the Labrador on the head, "and Caitlin," and scratches the spaniel under the chin. Both let out happy barks.
Ray bumbles forward to sniff Barry's feet until his attention shifts and he suddenly pounces on Len in a blink. He barks excitedly to goad the other canine into playing. Len huffs and shrugs him off. The Labrador is not deterred and does it again. Relenting, the husky nips Ray's ear and the two take off in a run.
Caitlin, not wanting to romp around with her fellow canines, simply yawns and settles down on the grass with Mick not far behind. The large Dalmatian lounges next to her, ever vigilant. He lets out a warning growl if any dogs get close to the spaniel. Caitlin licks his paw in an appreciative manner.
Barry and Julian observe their canine companions with similar perplexed expressions.
"Never thought I'd see the day when Len and Mick socialize with other dogs," Barry says stunned. "They're usually thick as thieves when we come here."
"My Caitlin is a literal 'ice-queen', she'd never let a dog, except for Ray, within a foot of her much less occupy her personal space. And Ray's high exuberance always gets him in trouble with others," Julian adds.
"I guess this explains how different they've been lately."
"Seems like it."
"You don't think they…conspired for us to meet, running off at the same time and pushing us together?"
Julian gives Barry a strange look. "I highly doubt that, but far be it from me to look a gift-horse, or in this case 'dog', in the mouth. So, coffee?" he ends with a grin.
Barry cannot stop his budding smile. "Sure."