Every time I think I've written the hottest thing I could ever write, eventually it all comes full circle, but I can tell you that, as of this moment...this is the hottest thing I have ever written, OMG.

Len wouldn't lie; he loved when Barry whisked him away. It had been a thrill from the very first time, even when they were still set against each other as enemies.

Back then, when Len had asked for a ride back to town after Barry brought him to that secluded spot in the woods, he'd meant it. He would have loved another ride in those strong arms that seemed to hold and release him in barely a moment's time, with such impossible power. Barry had no idea how much that encounter had made Len's heart race with excitement, that some kid had been blessed with abilities a Greek myth would envy and still wasn't a threat because he couldn't bear to hurt anyone.

What games they'd have, he'd thought. What fun. What ways could he push this boy-god that didn't believe his own strength, and still come out ahead? Len had managed too, so many items, to beat Barry, but in the end he was the one who'd been beaten. He was the one who'd been saved, changed—forever lost to the whirlwind of The Flash.

They arrived in the entryway to Barry's home, Barry lingering with Len hoisted up into his arms since he no longer felt embarrassment from the act. He set Len down with a wide, goofy grin on his face, too bright to be real, before calling out into the stillness of the house, "Joe!"

When no one answered, he turned back to Len with eager excitement.

"Just checking," he said, and stepped into Len's space to steal a quick kiss. He hummed, this low, obscene sound that was more than enough to renew Len's dwindled erection after the trip. But Barry wrinkled his nose when he pulled back. "I feel kind of gross though. Want to rinse off first?"

Len tilted forward closer into Barry's body. "You're offering to shower together…before we have sex?"

Color blazed across Barry's cheeks from Len stating things so plainly, but Len didn't believe it anymore—Barry's seeming innocence. "Well, you know…we worked up a good sweat earlier, and there are a lot of really dirty things I want to do to you…and have you do to me, so…" He shrugged, his smile playful and entirely unfair in every possible way. Len didn't think he could ever refuse that expression.

"Such a gentleman," Len grinned, tugging Barry closer by the front of his T-shirt—and yes, they really were both rather sweaty and ripe, and while they would no doubt work up a whole new sweat later, the thought of crowding Barry against cool tile did wonders to quell the last faint traces of doubt that Len was doing the right thing allowing himself to possess this boy.

Barry hummed again as their lips connected, tongues probing lazily, and hands struggling not to stray too far just yet. "You trust me, right?" he whispered against Len's mouth.

"Is that a trick question?"

Barry answered with something like a deep giggle that should not be as sexy as it was, but it made Len's cock jump. "No, just warning you before I manhandle you again. Ready?"

Len knew what Barry meant but he couldn't resist saying, "You can handle me any ways you want, kid."

Barry chuckled once more and they were off, whirling like lightning up the stairs and into a bathroom, where Len found himself set neatly beside the sink that he had to lean against or risk toppling over, as Barry bent to turn the water on in the tub and check the temperature before throwing on the shower.

Catching Barry out of the shower at S.T.A.R. labs, having just missed the worst possible tease as Barry pulled his underwear up over his thighs, had been one of Len's first tests of decency, because he'd been tempted to ravage the kid right then. Later, showering beside each other with only a thin wall and curtains between them, had been far worse, especially after catching Barry peeping on him. Len had nearly reached back and pulled him into the spray of water with him, clothes and all.

But all fantasies and inhibitions aside, now they were here, almost a month since this whole mess began, and if Len wanted to run his hands over every inch of Barry Allen's skin, slick with water inside his own shower, in his own home, Len wasn't only allowed to, he was being encouraged.

He bit his lip as Barry turned to him and made a concerted effort to go slow—something that must be more of a feat than Len gave Barry credit for most of the time—as he grasped the edges of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the floor. Barry paused as if waiting for Len to follow suit.

Len leaned more fully against the sink. "I'm still catching my breath," he said, and made a little twirling gesture with his hand. "Keep going."

The flush in Barry's cheeks spread down his neck and chest, but his grin never wavered. He toed off his shoes, pulled his socks off, then let his hands linger at his waist, holding Len's gaze as he slid his sweats down his legs. His boxer briefs were red—of course they were red—and the tented front left nothing to the imagination.

Len raised an eyebrow at him expectantly, and Barry's blush darkened; he'd obviously never done a striptease before and felt self-conscious, laughing a little as he scratched at his neck. Then he seemed to find some hidden confidence, probably thinking back to how he'd made Len stammer and have to pause to get a hold of himself after the filthy things Barry had spouted, the cheeky brat, and brought the hand rubbing his neck down the front of his chest.

He trailed it slowly, steadying his gaze on Len, and when he reached the line of his briefs, he passed right down over the bulge to give a brief squeeze that made him grunt with naked need. Barry's expression shifted into something decidedly predatory, before he moved his hands to slide down into the waistband and pull the shorts down to join his sweats.

Len almost dropped to his knees in placation; the kid had to know what he was doing, had to know how frustratingly erotic he could be, and was reveling in the effect he had on Len. Well, if Barry needed to feel wanted, Len could definitely provide. But if he sucked Barry's cock into his mouth like he wanted to just now, they'd never get from the bathroom to the bedroom.

"Get in the shower, Barry," he ordered roughly, not caring if Barry had been hoping for a like striptease from him as he tore his shirt over his head and quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothes.

Barry looked only too pleased with himself as he obeyed, turning his backside on Len to scramble into the shower. Len was moments behind him, and reached immediately for Barry's hips as he climbed in after him, running his hands down Barry's sides, then pulling them back to grab a tight hold of his ass before sliding his hands around to the front again and palming Barry possessively. He moved in flush against Barry's back and kissed his neck.

Barry moaned at Len's attentions as the water struck his front and rolled down his back between them. Holding Barry close like that felt too good, too fulfilling, like everything Len had ever been missing from his life.

"I'm sorry I put you through all this, Scarlet," he spoke against Barry's skin.

A brief tension rippled through Barry's shoulders. He turned in Len's hold, moving his hands around Len's waist to pull them flush together again, facing each other, and the slick connection of their cocks made Len suck in a sharp breath.

Len feared Barry was going to argue again, spout off more declarations of how wonderful Len was no matter how much he'd never believe it himself, but Barry just said, "Thank you," and claimed another kiss.

The thing about sharing a shower with someone is, that while everything rubs a little smoother and the heat from the water is tantalizing, Len had always found that it desensitized him a little, making him last longer. Of course if Barry kept rocking his hips like that, there were no guarantees. Of course the natural lubrication that budded between them was a much more desirable sensation to counter the friction, and the water washed that away.

Len focused on the task of getting clean for now, at least enough to rinse the sparring from their bodies, and if it felt a little like all the pain and indecision he'd been carrying around washed away with it, well, Len wasn't complaining

He remembered what Barry had asked of him though with those dirty words earlier, and he had every intention of playing that out, so while they were still kissing and holding each other and rocking their hips persistently forward, Len backed them further under the spray of water.

Barry coughed out of their kiss and laughed. "Hey!"

"How clean you wanna be before we get dirty?" Len asked gruffly, keeping Barry in place as he let one of the hands holding Barry to him slide down Barry's ass between his cheeks, playfully teasing at what he planned to do.

Len fingered the skin around his entrance. Barry gasped and his eyes fluttered back, as the water rolled down over his body. A vibrating shiver coursed through Barry from head to toe. Water flowed over Len's own head as he bent toward Barry's neck again and sucked on the spot right beneath Barry's ear that made the most delicious noises tear out of him, simultaneously slipping his finger in and starting a gentle thrust, a knowing curl as if gesturing Barry closer.

Water was a terrible lubricant, but one finger slid in so easily, and Barry leaned into Len at risk of otherwise falling back against the tile behind the shower head. He moaned and rocked and let his head fall back, the water seemingly cooler as their skin heated up. Len could have kept on like that for ages with the way the kid reacted, but he had better plans.

He slid his finger free, pulled his mouth and body away, and shifted Barry closer to the wall at their right so he could better rinse off under the spray of water himself. Barry panted, flush and a little disoriented as he leaned into the wall for support.

"Tease…" he accused Len.

Len grinned as he turned his face into the water, letting it cascade over him, and then turned beneath the spray to rinse down his back, peering at Barry who was now at his left. "You forget who I am, Scarlet. I live to taunt you."

Barry was wedged in beside Len's shoulder. There wasn't much space for two grown men to fully stand without touching, so when Len glanced at him, Barry leaned forward to catch his lips, not kissing so much as nipping at Len's bottom nip and then lapping at it with his tongue. He snuck a hand around to Len's cock and took hold, causing Len to inhale sharply.

"I like a little taunting," Barry whispered between them, "but you should know…I can give just as good back." He squeezed Len just shy of too tight, forcing a gasp Len couldn't contain, and Barry looked so pleased by that, so wonderfully wicked. "I think I'm ready to get dirty now. I've been thinking about you fucking me since that first night. In fact, last night…I fingered myself thinking about you…imagining it was you and all the different ways—"

"Oh god, just stop," Len kissed Barry to silence him, because desensitized from the hot water or not, he was certain he could come just from hearing Barry talk like that. He grunted when he pulled away, because Barry had yet to release his cock and was slowly twisting his fingers. "Shower time's over," Len ordered as he pushed Barry back from him, finally dislodging the kid's hand, and turned to step out of the shower and then bodily haul Barry if necessary into the nearest bedroom.

Thankfully, Barry was all for this idea, and before Len had even fully registered that the kid had once again told him to, "Hold on," he heard the water turn off and felt a flurry of movement, not even having set his foot on the bath mat yet.

Len was out of the shower, dried, and zipped from the bathroom in seconds. He only caught his breath when he felt a now closed door at his back as Barry slammed him up against it. Finally, a bedroom. It thoroughly amused Len that despite all the times they had kissed, and even having gone significantly further before, this was the first time they'd managed a bedroom.

Barry's natural smell, freshly showered but without any soap to spoil it, was intoxicating. That tinge of copper from the lightning and leather from the suit never seeming to leave Barry's natural musk. Len would happily drown in it, and loved being surrounded by it now as Barry held him in place with his body, both hands braced on the door on either side of Len's head.

They kissed and rocked again, precum forming up quickly despite the shower, making the slide of their cocks slicker, tantalizing with how much it promised of what was to come. It was difficult to do anything but thrust against Barry's hip. Len was caged against the door, wanton beneath Barry's power, and he loved every minute of it.

He almost hated to ask, but he felt someone should be the responsible one. "Do you…have a condom?"

Barry pushed himself back from Len with his hands still planted on the door. His darkened eyes cleared with a slight frown. "I do, but…is it a must for you, because…I was sort of thinking we wouldn't use one."

Len couldn't hide his scowl; was the kid actually admitting he didn't practice safe sex, because that seemed a little negligent for a super hero.

"I've always used a condom with others!" Barry assured him, catching the reason for Len's changed demeanor, and thankfully proving he wasn't that much of an idiot. "And of course we can, it's just…I'm clean and sort of impervious to any kind of illness now anyway, and I don't plan to be with anyone else, so…" He looked adorably dejected now after his power-bottom routine.

Len instantly melted. He pushed aside how much he'd always ingrained in himself the need to be smart about sex, especially when his partners were often one time experiences, and considered Barry's logic. Len was clean too and hadn't had any partners in some time, and he certainly didn't want anyone other than Barry for the foreseeable future.

"Okay," he said, "then we better get to it, because I plan to make good on that promise of what you want me to do with my tongue." He licked his lips once suggestively, slowly, then kissed Barry again before pushing him back from the door with a hard shove.

Barry stumbled away with a startled, dopey expression that fell into mad grinning. He backed toward the bed. "How do you want me?" he asked brazenly.

Len considered his options. It would be easier with Barry on his front, but Len wanted to see the kid's face while he did this. "On your back."

Barry zipped around the bed, tossing the covers aside until only the sheets remained, then spread out on top of it propped up a little on his elbows in wait for Len, his legs bent and spread to welcome him in.

Oh, the eagerness of youth, Len snickered to himself as he crawled up from the foot of the bed. He slid his hands up Barry's legs and the inside of his thighs as he went, spreading them further apart as he settled in between them. He hooked Barry under the knees and rolled him back, no restraint at all as he bent to lick a wet stripe up Barry's length.

"Ah…" Barry moaned so beautifully, so easily folded and flexible, his hazel eyes hazy with lust as he said, "Yeah…get me wet for you…"

Len's brain short-circuited again; he was never going to get used to Barry talking like that, and he knew now that the kid had no intention of stopping. It was infuriating because it was so unfairly hot, and Len was not used to being tripped up in the bedroom. So he tried to fight fire with fire. "Oh I will…but I hope you have something more than just me for when I fuck you."

Barry bit his lip and nodded with a head tilt toward the end table. It only had one drawer, so Len understood. He could go for that soon enough.

For now Len bent his head once more, licked up Barry's cock again, but didn't linger, didn't give the kid the satisfaction of such direct attention just yet. He licked down between his balls instead, and the closer he got to Barry's entrance, the more the kid's cock twitched and hardened above him.

Barry's arms spread out beside him and he pressed his head into the mattress with a loud keen when Len flicked his tongue right where he'd promised to go. There was hardly any resistance as Len plunged in, just the tip of his tongue to start, Barry already so open from the meager attentions in the shower. He had remarkable control over his body, which shouldn't come as any surprise. His mouth, on the other hand…

"Oh god…oh fuck…" Barry muttered, his panting more labored with every closer, deeper thrust of Len's tongue, until he licked his way in unabashedly and Barry stammered a stream of gibberish and bit his fist.

Len flicked his eyes up, caught the way Barry's cheeks were flush, his eyes clenched tight now, his mouth hanging open with silent pleading when his hand fell away. It was sinful—glorious. Len pulled out and thrust his tongue in again. Barry whimpered. Again. Barry pounded the mattress with a fist. Again.

"Oh god, I want your cock," Barry said feverishly, eyes springing open with what Len was certain was actual lightning dancing in them as his hands and arms started to vibrate like he couldn't contain himself any longer. Barry looked at him in the most gorgeously needy way. "Right now…I want to sit on your cock, take you in so deep, and ride you until the bed buckles."

Len pulled his tongue away and moaned just from the visual of that, and from hearing it detailed in Barry's filthy voice. He lifted Barry's leg over him so he could go for the drawer, quickly finding what he wanted and pulling out the bottle. Before he could settle back in to stretch Barry further, he suddenly found himself flipped, the bed beneath his back and Barry straddling his waist, with the bottle in his hands now instead.

Barry grinned at him with more impishness than Len had ever seen from the kid, all reservations and nervousness gone, riding high on how good this felt and how easy it was to make Len speechless. His swollen cock twitched on Len's stomach, as another set of vibrations rippled through him, this time from his thighs.

Actually being inside Barry was going to be the death of him, Len realized.

Barry poured a liberal amount of lube into his palm, setting the bottle off to the side and then reaching back to take Len in hand, coating him with the silky substance that made Len hiss because his skin was already so hot and he was more than ready for this. Barry pumped him a few times, his strokes tight, unforgiving, and then he lifted himself ready to sit back.

Len reached for Barry's hips, concern flitting through his eyes that Barry might not be prepared enough, which Barry noticed and dismissed with a laugh.

"I can take it. We'll go slow," he said, and paused his descent a moment to lean forward and kiss Len's lips firmly before saying, "You don't even know how many times I've gotten off thinking about you besides last night. I'm ready. I want you to fuck me." And with a sparkle in his darkened, hazel eyes, he sat back, guiding Len in carefully with a steady hand.

The first push in was blindingly hot for Len, in every way. It had been so long, and he'd never imagined things going down like this with his nemesis, never would have dreamed he'd be here now looking ahead a month ago. Never could have hoped to be this happy.

Barry took him in slow, as promised, and it was sweet agony for them both. Len could see the strain in Barry's face, wanting to succumb to his speed, but holding back. When he finally seated himself fully on Len, the lightning returned to his eyes and the hands that moved to rest on Len's chest shook at blurring speed.

Len squeezed the sides of Barry's hips in his grasp, amazed at this man in so many different ways, but especially in that he wanted him—Len—and all his broken pieces.

When Barry first rocked forward and back again, Len sighed into how good it felt—the tight heat, the deep connection. Barry rocked again, and a litany of obscene noises left him to drown out any moans of Len's. Barry gave a few more slow, insanely slow motions forward and back, forward and back, taking Len in as deep as he'd said he would each time, before his speed started to increase.

Still, the rhythm was normal at first, not Flash speed by any means, which Len was thankful for because he didn't know if he could handle that just yet. But then Barry had to go and open his mouth.

"Oh god, you feel so good…I knew you would…like you were made to be inside me…"

Len reached for Barry's cock on his stomach and stroked it rapidly.

"Fuck, yeah…yeah…I couldn't even look at your hands these past three weeks without picturing how they'd looked on my cock…"

He wouldn't stop, no matter how Len jerked him or thrust up harder into Barry's rocking, it just seemed to spur Barry on, and Len couldn't compute how to respond, just grunted occasional agreements and "Barry" or "Scarlet" and at one point, "Shit, kid, that mouth…"

Which of course prompted Barry to respond with, "You can make better use of my mouth any time you want."

Len had to laugh, it was too insane, too fucking hot and crazy that innocent Barry Allen was not so innocent at all. He still rambled, just with dirty promises and exclamations of praise, and it reminded Len so much of Barry's normal rambling, as if now that it was turned on, Barry had no control over himself. Only that wasn't true, because the kid definitely knew exactly what he was doing to Len.

He rocked forward to capture Len's lips briefly, then sat up straighter to move with purpose, timing his motions to match Len's strokes on his cock. And while his thrusts were a fast but manageable pace, he looked down at Len mischievously before that spark of lightning was in his eyes again, just a brief warning before Len felt Barry—every part of him—speed up until he pulsed with vibrations.

Len moaned, his mind blank and his hand stilling on Barry's cock as he literally was incapable of anything for a moment other than taking in the sensation of what was happening to his body at the will of The Flash.

He felt his orgasm building from a long way off, never having experienced anything quite like this as Barry's whole body buzzed and blurred atop him even as he still rocked Len in and out of himself so deeply that Len felt consumed, and couldn't even warn Barry that he was coming with anything more than a choked sob and squeeze of Barry's hips.

He was pretty sure he laid there in a stupor for several moments before he came back to himself at the sound of Barry chuckling. The kid's image stilled, the vibrations ceasing, but Barry didn't halt his rocking as he was still deriving plenty of pleasure from it even if Len had finished, and Barry's cock now sat neglected.

Len took Barry in hand again and gripped as firm as he could, but instead of the fast pumps Barry might have expected, Len went slow…so slow…passing his thumb over Barry's slit languidly and feathering his fingers down the sides.

"Len…" Barry complained, his face scrunched with how close he had to be to coming.

"I thought you liked being teased…" Len mocked him, though in all honesty he wanted Barry to finish soon, because his own cock was wilting and feeling over-sensitized to take much more of Barry's rocking. So Len gave another slow but tight pass of his hand over Barry's cock, said, "Next time, you're fucking me. Thinking of the way you move keeps me up at night, Scarlet," and then stroked at the fastest speed he could manage until Barry came with a cry.

Served the kid right.

Len collapsed back with a deep exhale as Barry shuddered atop him, vibrating once more just subtly throughout his body as he often did when finishing, as Len was learning, and slumped forward onto Len's chest.

"Did you…really mean that?" Barry asked, breathless, glancing up at Len coyly. "Because absolutely yes, please, I just…didn't think you'd be interested."

Len snorted, squeezing Barry's hips again. He loved the way Barry felt beneath his hands, atop him, and all around him. "Think you know me so well, huh?" He really wanted to get Barry back for all the dirty talk. He smirked. "Coz when I think of your cock inside me, Scarlet…vibrating like that…I'm hard pressed not to beg you to bend me over every hard surface in the labs."

The renewed moan from Barry came out more like a long whine. He smacked Len's chest playfully. "You're mean."

"You started it."

"And you loved every second of it."

"I did…" Len said, his heart fluttering in his chest from so much more than arousal as he looked up at Barry, at this remarkable man above him, half sitting up now, his hands on Len's chest to support him, and looking so wrecked, hair tousled, and pupils still mostly blown. It was sexy as hell, yes, but that wasn't what amazed Len. "I do," he said more assuredly, reaching up with both hands to grasp Barry's face. He didn't let the surprised, curious look Barry shot him detour him in the slightest, because he had to say this. "I love you."

All the remaining heat and confidence drained out of Barry's expression. "What?" he said like a breath, his own hand coming up to press to Len's on his face. "You…do? Really?"

It killed Len how honestly disbelieving Barry sounded. He nodded. "Really."

Barry's lips were on his so quickly, Len couldn't be sure if it happened at normal speed or not, but it felt so good just to kiss Barry, and to be the one who could make him happy enough to offer it with so much unabashed passion. Len would never be able to thank Cisco enough.

A shaky breath left Barry when he pulled up, face still hovering close to Len's as he said, "Me too," deliberate and adoring. "I mean…it happened so fast, but I do everything fast, and it just felt so good to want someone who actually wanted me back and…" he seemed to choke, lose his words, but pulled up a little further as he took another breath and stared more directly into Len's eyes. "I love you."

Len hadn't realized he'd been on bated breath waiting to actually hear the words said back to him, but as they formed on Barry's lips, his chest seemed to swell like it might burst open. Cisco had implied as much, that Barry wanted nothing more than to love him, but Len hadn't really been able to believe it until he heard it.

He loved Barry. And Barry loved him. And it was all too insane to believe sometimes, but damn it, Len never wanted to let this moment go, because he'd almost missed it, almost let it pass him by like so many other opportunities in his life to have something better than what he thought he could strive for.

Somehow having this remarkable, adorable, sweet and also clearly quite wicked boy love him, honestly was the only thing he'd ever ask for of a new beginning. He had so much more than just that, but Barry made it all worth it.

Len kissed Barry again, their hands twined as he held Barry's face. It wasn't heated and deep the way they'd kissed leading up to now, but soft, and sweet, and tender. Len could say with certainty that he had never kissed anyway that this, with emotion that deep, wanting nothing more than for this man atop him to be happy for as long as he could make him.

But then he started to feel the mess between them a little more acutely as the thrill of the moment faded to something more manageable. He grimaced a little as they parted, a few added kisses from Barry peppering him like the kid couldn't stop touching their lips together.

Len chuckled at how wonderfully insatiable Barry was. "Okay, kid…but now I'm starting to feel the need to get cleaned up."

Barry laughed with him, his hazel eyes dancing as he grinned down at Len. "I got it," he said, and before Len could question that, Barry was gone.

The sensation that feathered over Len's body reminded him, he realized with a jolt, of that first night, when Barry had given him that all over check-up, touching him at super speed for additional injuries. It left him just as tingling and breathless this time, no doubt more pronounced because of how hypersensitive his skin was after their amorous activities.

A moment later, Barry was snuggled into his side. Len tugged him close then shivered as his heated skin began to cool in the aftermath.

"Grab the blanket, huh? I don't think I'm going to be capable of moving for a while."

Barry offered that husky giggle of his, which made Len almost think he could feel a twitch of renewed arousal—almost. Barry flashed the comforter over them and snuggled in close again like a burrowing cat, his whole body pressed up against Len's side, head at Len's shoulder as he held him close around the shoulders. Len didn't mind that Barry was a snuggler. He was too if he was being honest, he'd just rarely had anyone beside him he wanted to keep close.

Len could feel the need to nap calling, to just close his eyes and get a few winks in, even though his stomach was starting to remind him of the need to eat after their quite nicely doubled workout. So he closed his eyes, but when he felt Barry shift beside him and sit up to look down at him, he opened them again, surprised and a little concerned to see dampness though not quite tears in Barry's eyes as he opened his mouth and faltered several times before finding whatever words he was trying to say. What could possibly be harder than 'I love you'?

But Len understood when he finally heard the words, because Barry choked on them a little as he said, "I'm glad you're here," just like he had the night they shared on the sofa in S.T.A.R. Labs, before Len had thrown it all away and left Barry alone in the light of day.

The only thing Len could say in reply was the truth, "Me too," his own echo of that night as he reached for Barry's face again and kissed him gently, but this time the words left him without any of the pain or haunting uncertainty of what was to come, what he'd thought he needed to do, because this time…this time, if they succumbed to the call of sleep, Len would still be at Barry's side when they woke up.

TBC...