Barry visits Len at Saint and Sinners to a startling realization, and the S.T.A.R. Labs crew has a movie night with shenanigans of its own.

Barry had only been to Saints and Sinners a handful of times since Len bought it. It was a simple, legal way for Len, Lisa, and Mick to earn a living. Hero business didn't pay much—nothing, actually, and had zero benefits other than the knowledge of having done a good deed—and it gave them an extra excuse to help fix up an otherwise bad neighborhood, really hammer it home that Captain Cold, Golden Glider, and Heat Wave were reformed and only donned their Rogue gear for good.

The name of the bar staying the same didn't surprise Barry. It was its own pun, more so now than ever before. Barry was actually a little fond of the place, though Len made a clear distinction that he wanted to keep his business life, his personal life, and Team ColdFlash separate.

"There's nothing glamorous about making an honest living, kid. I can take you out to much better places."

Barry figured Len didn't like him hovering whenever he was doing more normal, domestic things, and that was fine, Barry didn't need to have his hands in everything Len did. They saw each other almost every day, and practically lived at each other's various places of dwelling more than either slept alone. Still, Barry liked the idea of Len tending bar, sleeves rolled up, chatting with customers. It was deceptively normal and somehow incredibly sexy too.

So it only seemed natural for Barry to pick Len up from work rather than meet him at S.T.A.R. Labs later for their date night. This way Barry could flash Len to the labs. Len loved when Barry whisked him away. They had movie night planned with the other Team ColdFlash couples—Cisco and Lisa, Iris and Eddie, Caitlin and Ronnie. Felicity and Oliver might have joined if they were in Central more often. They really needed to work on more inter-hero group visitations.

A night off from patrol for everyone would be good for them, though of course they were on call in case Joe called in with anything the CCPD couldn't handle. Thai food sounded wonderful, and the films Romancing the Stone and The Jewel of the Nile (which Barry had only seen the first of, and according to Len, that was fine, because the sequel paled in comparison). If they were up for a third movie they'd finish the night with War of the Roses, though technically that one wasn't connected to the other two, just had the same cast.

Caitlin had brought that one up, to which Cisco replied, "Ronnie, you might wanna keep your eyes open if your wife is this eager to watch a movie about a married couple trying to kill each other."

Caitlin shot him a glare, but Ronnie just laughed and reminded Cisco of Iris suggesting they watch the Friday the 13th series next, and who, really, should they be more worried about?

Barry chuckled to himself as he remembered, but he was glad Len's suggestion of Romancing the Stone had led to the plan for tonight. Barry hadn't seen it since he was a kid, but he remembered loving it. He hadn't gotten the reference at first when Len said to him, "Hopeful romantics, huh? Guess you have good taste in movies too."

"You are now a WORLD-CLASS hopeless romantic."

"No, hopeful. Hopeful romantic."

Barry agreed—that was much better.

He pushed open the door to Saints and Sinners, which was unlocked, even though it technically didn't open for the night until 6pm. "Surprise," he said when he saw Len stocking bottles behind the bar. "I came to pick you up."

Len whirled around, far more startled than Barry had expected. "Barry. What are you doing here?"

Barry tried not to be deterred by Len's stiff posture. He looked good casually dressed in jeans and an untucked blue button-down—the sleeves rolled up just as Barry had envisioned. "It seemed silly for you to drive all the way out to the labs when I could come pick you up and zip us there in minutes. Plus I wanted—"

"You have to get out of here."

Barry frowned. Len stood blocking the opening that led behind the bar, standoffish, like a wall. "Look, I know you have this weird thing about keeping the bar separate from ColdFlash business or date nights, but I don't get—"

"Barry, I'm serious," Len insisted, his voice gruff, low and hushed. "I'll meet you at the labs like we planned."

Barry's fists clenched before he even registered how hot and angry his gut was growing. He stepped forward, purposely forcing Len further behind the bar. "Are you seriously shutting me out right now, because I came to pick you up? Because I dared enter your personal space? It's not like I've never been here before. We don't have to share every aspect of each other's lives, but that doesn't mean you get to act like an asshole—"

"Barry," Len's voice turned pleading, his blue eyes drooping from their cold expression, which even on their best days snuck up on them occasionally—habit, Len would say, before smiling more warmly and kissing Barry's cheek—as he gripped both of Barry's shoulders with a firm but gentle squeeze. "I'm not shutting you out, I just—" He jerked his head toward the back of the bar at the sound of murmuring voices, "Shit," and then looked back at Barry with thinly controlled panic before recognizing that no, Barry wasn't going to just leave.

Barry had never met any of the bar employees, other than Mick and Lisa, of course, but he knew Len had hired others to take on various shifts. "Who—?" he started to ask, but didn't get another word out before Len shoved Barry under the bar.

"It's basic science, Mardon. You'll never master creating hail without the appropriate lift."

"Come on, Piper, you gonna write a book report for me too. I don't need a lecture."

"How about a high school education?"

"Smart-ass. Even our fearless leader doesn't have one of those, and look how well he's doing."

Barry's heart sunk to his toes, which wasn't far considering he had to gather his knees to his chest to properly hide beneath the bar counter, shoved between a bag of empty beer bottles for recycling and a box of brand new liquor Len had been restocking.

He knew those voices, those names. Weather Wizard and Pied Piper had just come in through the back door! Into Len's bar. Like they were right at home…

Barry glared up at his boyfriend with equal parts shock and blind fury. The bastard didn't even look at him, but plastered on a smirk and relaxed stance, shifting to stand directly in front of Barry, practically on top of him, legs pushing against Barry's squished knees. Barry had half a mind to yank his legs out from under him.

"School's overrated," Len said by way of joining the conversation. "Education, on the other hand, is a matter of pride. The basic ingredients for any thunderstorm, Mardon, are moisture, unstable air, and lift. Now we all know you have the unstable part down; figure out how to better control the rest, only if and when you want to, and we won't have any more flash floods come Saturday night."

"Hey, Rory made me pay for that," Mardon said, voice closer now, likely leaning against the counter. "Literally. My last job paid to replace the carpet."

"About time too," Piper huffed. "This place was a dive, Cold. You class it up nicely though."

"Tiles instead of carpet were an obvious improvement," Len said, and Barry almost kicked him, because he saw the way Len did that little eye glance he always melted under when it was directed at him. That look was not allowed for Hartley Rathaway!

"Mmm, I didn't mean the tile, boss, but that's nice too," Piper said in that teasing, lilting voice, like he'd sounded when commenting on Barry's leather—not leather!—suit.

"Behave, kid. We've been over this," Len said, though he looked far too amused for Barry's liking.

"Right, right…you're spoken for. So when are we going to meet this boy toy, because I am growing increasingly more jealous…and skeptical he exists."

"You know the rules. No innocents harmed. No killing. And—"

"And home life stays separate unless it walks in through the door," Mardon broke in, causing the hair on the back of Barry's neck to prickle, because shit, did he know Barry was under the bar?

Piper laughed. "Shawna enjoys the 'walks in through the door' addition a little too much, considering it was added catching you two on one of the pool tables."

"Hey…that one I made her pay for," Mardon said, and the three of them shared a laugh—shared a laugh. Len and the other—obviously now to Barry—Rogues.

"Mick will be in momentarily to man the door tonight," Len told them. "Mardon, you got the bar. Hart, you're on tables."

Hart?!

Len pressed one of his legs more firmly against Barry to hold him still. "Now why don't you two drop off your coats in the back?"

"What about shop talk, Cold," Mardon said, his voice slowly fading as he walked away. "Rory still leading us through the plan for that jewelry store on Marshall after closing?"

Barry slid his hand up Len's jeans and dug his fingernails into his calf.

Len barely twitched. "As planned. Baez is coming in at 10pm to help pick up the slack. She's bringing the blueprints."

"That's my girl," Mardon called.

"Back in a flash, oh captain, my captain," Piper added, sounding way too pleased with himself. Then Barry knew they were both out of sight.

He flashed up, grabbed Len by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him down beneath the bar with him. "What the fuck is going on?!"

"Barry, it's not what it sounds like." Len's expression was drawn, pleading. He changed masks on a dime, barely the same man as the one who had just been talking to known criminals he supposedly had no connection to.

Barry tightened his grip on Len's shirt, searching his boyfriend's—his boyfriend's—caring face. "You really think I wouldn't trust you after everything? Just…tell me what you're doing?"

"Exactly what I said I'd do," Len said, slowly lifting his hands and placing them gently over Barry's. "Helping you clean up this city. If The Rogues think I'm playing both sides—"

"The Rogues are only supposed to be you, Mick, and Lisa."

"Not anymore," Len said calmly. "Barry, just listen. This way I can control what they hit, who, how, and keep them off your back. Maybe even get a few to change sides over time. They're not all as bad as you think. Some just had bad happen to them and went along for the ride." He grinned coyly, but a little sadly too, regret and entreaty warring in his gaze.

Finally, Barry loosened his grip, just letting Len's hands rest atop his. "This is dangerous. These people have powers, Len, and they aren't any more afraid to kill someone than…you are." He hated to say that, hated the way it clouded Len's eyes over a little more, hated the way Len sighed as he lifted one hand toward Barry's face and touched his cheek.

"Cold?"

The smirking mask returned, and Len swooped in to claim a brief, fiercely stolen kiss before grabbing one of the bottles out of the box beside him and standing as if he'd merely bent down to retrieve it. "Let me finish restocking and the place is all yours once Mick gets here. Take the chairs down off the tables, huh? Hart, you too."

"Aw, come on, Cold," Piper complained. "Mark doesn't need my help for that."

Barry saw Len glance down after setting the bottle in place behind him, making a swift, barely noticeable zag with his finger in the direction of the door.

Mardon and Piper must both be facing away. Now was Barry's chance to flash out of there without them seeing his lightning trail. He lifted himself onto the balls of his feet and—

"Hart—" Len growled just as Piper appeared above Barry, having hopped up onto the counter. He gripped the edge and leaned back, grinning at Len with an appraising once over.

"Stop sitting on the bar, Hartley," he mocked in a terrible lower register to approximate Len. "Lighten up, Cold, nobody's even here ye—"

But before Barry could think of a way to better hide with Piper in full view of him from his perch…he glanced down and saw him.

"Why, hello there," Piper grinned far too devious and wide. "Did we interrupt something, because blowjobs beneath the bar are so trashy. Seriously, well done," he tipped himself back on the bar closer to Len, "is that an allowable practice now?"

Len successively pushed Piper down from the counter then reached for Barry and hoisted him to his feet. "No. Unfortunately for me, my pants are still on. And yours better stay that way too when you're on the clock."

Barry passed Len an apologetic look for not being, well, faster, and slowly turned to face the room. Mardon approached at a clipped pace after having taken down all of the chairs except those on one table in the back, brows furrowed as he sized Barry up, while Piper eyed Barry like a pleased wolf, holding his hands up in placation.

Then his smirk dropped, followed by his hands, as he eyed Barry more closely. "Wait…"

"You're West's kid," Mardon ground out, rushing toward the bar the last few steps, as a sudden breeze blew through the bar. "You're CSI."

"Cool it, Mardon," Len tried.

"He works with S.T.A.R. Labs. He's…" Piper trailed, eyes darting from Barry to Len to Mardon and back to Len, who Barry could tell was staring him down with silent, brutal warning. If anyone knew Barry's identity other than the original Rogue trio, it was Piper.

Damn it. Barry was so fucked.

But Piper glanced once more to Mardon...and shrugged. "Trouble. He's real trouble, Cold, and not what I'd call our kind of trouble, either. Were you really sucking cock down there, Barry," he licked his lips as he said it, "because that would be just too good."

"No!" Barry sputtered, then glanced to Len and realized they needed some sort of explanation for his presence, and damn it, if Piper was playing along, Barry sort of had to go with a half-truth here. "Not…at the moment, anyway." He scratched the back of his neck and feigned embarrassment, which wasn't entirely difficult given the situation. "Len was hiding me because, like Mardon said, I'm CSI, and he figured our relationship wouldn't look any better to his people than it would to mine."

"Relationship…?" Mardon said in a low, challenging voice. The lights flickered, sparks of lightning building in Mardon's hands. Barry tried to look scared at this development—also not hard to feign.

Piper rubbed his ear. "Back off, Sparky, or you'll short me out again, and then I'll be really angry," which at least got the lightning to die down. Piper crossed his arms and eyed Len and Barry with a calculating stare. "You two are what…dating? Fucking?"

"Not that it's any of your business," Len said, body stiff, alert, ready to go for some unseen weapon that Barry was now certain had to be within reaching distance, "but all of the above."

"You bastard." Mardon might have let his powers dwindle, but he charged the bar, slamming his hands against it and leaning menacingly in Len's face. "You didn't talk me down from pursuing West because it's the rules you play by, or because killing a detective and his family would bring too much heat down on us, you did it for the kid."

Barry shifted in place, ready to run, fight back, zip Len out of there if the situation turned too much against them, but Len didn't so much as flinch. He kept his eyes on Mardon and squared his stance, leaning forward to meet him until their faces were inches apart even with the bar top between them.

"I did it for all of those reasons, Mardon, because they are all very valid points, and yes, it did dawn on me that allowing one of my associates to kill my boyfriend's father might put a damper on our relationship. Chill out." At this, Piper snorted, but Len didn't pause. "Haven't you enjoyed working with me so far? Hasn't it been more lucrative, allowed you more freedoms, allowed you to spend more time with Miss Baez?"

At the mention of Shawna, Mardon shifted away from the bar. He kept his hands clenching the curve of the countertop, and Barry felt a gust of wind blow through the room again, a prickle of electricity. "You freeing us from The Flash's prison bus only buys you so much, Cold. This has to go both ways."

"Well," Piper stepped in, sauntering over to stand parallel with Mardon, "clearly our frosty leader's got a better deal going with The Flash than we realized."

Shit, shit, he was going to reveal Barry's identity to Mardon.

Piper glanced at Len with a head tilt, then looked Barry up and down. "Like I said, Barry works with S.T.A.R. Labs. You could even say you're…quite friendly with The Flash, wouldn't you agree? Seems to me Captain Cold is playing both sides even more cleverly than we could have guessed."

Barry opened his mouth to say…something, but left it there, hanging.

"We already knew Cold was showing up on the news as part of the hero team to keep Flash unaware of our activities. Stands to reason he'd have an…in." He bit his lip this time and raised an eyebrow at Barry, and seriously, if Barry wasn't on edge and bewildered right now, trying to figure out Piper's angle here, he would have groaned at the amount of punning and double entendres going on inside this bar. "Cold just hid Barry to avoid your usual temper tantrums, Mark. Don't be such a sour puss. You didn't even like your brother," he finished with a dramatic head tilt.

"It's the principle of the matter," Mardon glared at Barry.

"Tell that to Peek-A-Boo after you screw over the good thing we got going," Piper said, and was Barry crazy, or was he arguing for their side? "You know how she feels about her own near-miss with the good Dr. Snow. She just doesn't have that killer instinct when she has a good head on her shoulders. And she doesn't like the thought of you having one either. She's a bit of a wet blanket sometimes, sure," he shrugged as if there was nothing at all to be tense about, debating whether or not Mardon was allowed to murder Barry right there in the bar, "but you are much more agreeable when you're getting laid."

The static in the air intensified for one brief moment…then dissipated. Mardon rolled his eyes at Piper, his posture relaxing as he sagged further away from the bar and his hands finally fell to his sides. "Fine. You were just looking out for you, Cold, keeping a pretty face happy and a secret from the rest of us. Who among us wouldn't do the same?" he grinned, albeit not exactly friendly. "But if we're playing by Rogue rules," he shifted his gaze to Barry, "you better play by them too…Allen. No spilling our secrets to The Flash."

Barry righted himself to stand up straighter. "Wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to play the game, Mardon," he said, trying not to look at Piper and give the game away by mouthing an obvious 'what the hell, man' at the evil genius. "Just stay away from my dad. And my sister."

Mardon nodded stiffly, seemingly appeased, but glancing quickly between all three Rogues, at Len especially and the way he relaxed, Barry realized how tense his boyfriend had actually been. At least Mardon seemed like he meant what he had said.

"The fuck I miss?" Mick's voice roared from the back exit.

Barry turned to see the pyro looking all too ready to join the fight that might be brewing, and it was a strange comfort that Barry knew without a doubt which side Mick would be on. Mick looked nicely put together in a form-fitting grey Henley like he usually wore beneath his Heat Wave gear, but without the smudges of soot, and a clean pair of jeans.

"I'll explain later, Mick," Len said then gestured to the others. "Finish getting things setup for the night. There are a few more boxes for restocking in the back."

Mardon headed toward Mick without complaint, and Barry shrugged helplessly when Mick raised an eyebrow his direction, but he soon led Mardon into the back to organize and gather up the remaining boxes to bring behind the bar. Piper, however, lingered.

"I don't know what's really going on with the power play between you two, but it is hot as hell, and I want in."

"What?" Barry stammered. "In?"

"Details," Piper stressed. He hopped up on the counter again, turning just slightly on his hip so he could face Barry and Len behind the bar. "How often do you fuck with the costumes on? Have all your foiled heists had a happy ending, Captain Cold? Any conjugal visits—"

"Oh my god, stop," Barry held up his hands, tempted to physically push Piper off the bar as Len had earlier. "We get it. Yes, Captain Cold and The Flash are a thing," he hissed, voice low in case Mardon overheard. "And we've only ever had sex with Len in some variation of his Cold gear, never me in the Flash suit. Cisco would kill me."

Piper snorted. "So what's the deal? If you just wanted to throw us in that Pipeline again, you could. And if Cold just wanted an in with you, he's done that much and easily could have sprung any number of traps by now. Neither of you is really working for or against each other. So what is this?"

Barry didn't know how to answer that. He doubted 'it's love' would satisfy Piper.

"A symbiotic relationship, Hart," Len answered for them, arms crossed and a disapproving eye on Piper for defying him again by being on the bar. "I keep the city's crime scene in check, and civilians out of harm's way by making sure you follow the rules. And Flash lets me. We run the big fish out of Central, basically keeping it safer than it would be if everything was in chaos, and no one gets sent to jail because…how would they keep us in anyway?"

"You don't have powers," Piper said pointedly.

"Never stopped me before."

He bit his lip again, impressed apparently, but Barry so did not approve of the looks he kept giving Len. Sure his boyfriend was hot, but he was his, damn it. "Does Cisco know about this?" Piper caught Barry off guard by turning to him.

Right, the ruse was that both sides were for and against each other without most team members knowing, which didn't appear to be much of a ruse, it turned out. "I can definitely tell you that he knows nothing about how Len is actually using Saints and Sinners."

Piper nodded, satisfied. "Okay. I'll play. This is certainly more fun than anything I did before now. Good company too. Even the crazy ones. Especially the crazy ones." He looked a little faraway as he said that, as if thinking of someone in particular. Then he snapped his attention back to Len, leaning back and silently prompting Len to move closer. "But just so we're clear…I totally would have been your type if you weren't boning your hero, right?"

Len's cold façade cracked with a chuckle. "No denying that, kid."

"Hey!" Barry nearly flashed around the bar to throttle Piper when he closed the space between him and Len to kiss his cheek, hopping down from the bar a moment later and smirking at Barry in mock innocence.

Mick and Mardon returned with boxes they set on the bar top then hauled Piper along with them for the rest. Barry didn't miss the warning glare Mick tossed Len and, picking up on the threat, added his own smack to Len's chest once the others were gone.

"What? That's a very important 'if', Barry," Len said, ushering Barry out from behind the bar. "The only 'if' that's ever meant a damn in my life. Now are we going to head off for date night or not?" His expression turned sweet, and maybe just the tiniest bit worried that Barry would leave his ass there and flash off in a huff.

Barry considered it, but in the end, led them toward the door and out onto the street. "Who all have you recruited into The Rogues anyway?"

"Everyone accounted for here," Len said, "Miss Baez clearly, Bivolo…"

"Raider, really? He's—"

"Useful. And I'm going to keep recruiting, especially when it's metas, and do exactly what I told Hart." Len stopped them once they were in the alley around back, before Barry could whisk them away. His expression seemed fractured now, restless and uneasy. "It's the smart play, Barry. If they knew I was against them, they'd all come after you. This whole thing would fall apart, and I wouldn't be able to keep them from..." His voice caught, and he averted his eyes as he finished, "I won't let them hurt you. Metas are dangerous, so dangerous, and you face them every day. But if they work for me..."

"You're doing this for me?"

Len's eyes flicked up, and Barry's anger must have faded to nothing but a glimmer because he smiled in anxious relief. "For the city. I do love my city, remember? And it's Scarlet Speedster." He leaned forward, crowding Barry against the wall of the building, and all the reasons Barry had worked himself up over to be angry about seemed suddenly less important than returning the press of Len's lips. "So...movie night?" he spoke hotly between them.

"Mmm...okay. But I'm going to get back at you for keeping me in the dark about this evil plan for so long."

"Prudent, Scarlet. Not evil," Len said, but his grin was definitely borderline.

The main lounge at S.T.A.R. Labs had a rather large flat screen TV that was almost never used. It also had the one overlarge L-shaped sofa, and had slowly started to inherit additional furniture to accommodate movie nights that would otherwise be too crowded at any one place of residence.

It had started with the Star Trek marathons, which only included Barry, Len, Cisco, and Lisa. Caitlin and Ronnie joined when they moved onto The Next Generation films. Iris and Eddie joined when Lisa mentioned going through classic horror films next. Iris had always been a sucker for horror, and insisted on starting with Hellraiser, which made Barry laugh but everyone else—Eddie included—eye her warily. Friday the 13th was indeed up next. But tonight was silly, sweet, romantic comedy.

Len didn't mind at all, since it had been his idea. He grinned to himself as Barry chucked a handful of popcorn at Cisco's head.

"You knew?!"

"Lisa told me! We figured you'd think it was too dangerous to con The Rogues," Cisco said from his ducked position behind his hands for protection, then peered over them when he believed Barry to have ceased. "It's actually a pretty slick plan if you think about it. Though I still hate Hartley," he pointed accusingly at Len, "and nothing you ever say about him will change my mind."

"He's really not so bad," Len said, stealing the popcorn bowl from Barry before he could waste any more ammunition on Cisco. "Bratty, too smart of his own good, completely without tact or restraint…but largely misunderstood. He actually envies you a great deal, Cisco. But don't ever tell him I told you that, or I will ice your Battlestar Galactica boxset."

Cisco looked appropriately scandalized by the threat, then seemed to contemplate what Len had revealed about Pied Piper. He really had told Len that once, before sneering about how much Cisco wasted his potential, but it was a start.

"When we talk about things I know would cause Joe an aneurism," Eddie said as he entered with a few extra beers he set out on the new non-glass coffee table, handing one to Len, "it's a lose-lose situation for me. So if he ever finds out—when he finds out—I claim amnesty. I knew nothing."

"You know, blondie, that would work much better if you were any good at lying," Lisa winked at him.

The others laughed.

"Can we all please just promise that no one is going to keep any more huge secrets," Barry said. "No more 'for someone's own good', no 'I'm working my way up to telling whoever', just total honesty from here on out. Deal?"

Even Iris looked skeptical, however hopeful at the suggestion, before Cisco finally snickered.

"Good luck with that, man."

Barry groaned, so Len leaned back to kiss him. "For my part, Scarlet, it's a deal."

"Really?"

"Rogue's honor," he smirked.

"And how much is that worth?" Barry laughed.

Len answered with another kiss—longer, lingering.

"All right, you two." Iris finished setting up the DVD in the player before returning to the chaise end of the L-shaped sofa to join Eddie.

Barry had claimed the main end, where Len had once upon a time slept for several days, and Len lay back against his chest, nestled snugly between his legs. Cisco and Lisa had the new loveseat, while Caitlin and Ronnie curled up on the over-large foof off the side of the sofa that when unzipped from its already large state became a king-sized bed.

Whenever they did these movie dates, they always crashed for the night. It made Len feel young again, though his younger days had never seen nights as comfortable and companionable as this. He had to make sure Mick made it to the next one. He never cared about being a third, fifth, or any other odd-numbered wheel, but they really needed to find him someone with an…open mind.

"Who hasn't seen this before?" Caitlin asked as the film began, looking unsurprised as Eddie raised his hand, but then shocked when her husband did as well. "Really? Who did I marry?"

"We don't all have Michael Douglas obsessions," Ronnie teased her, and she shoved at him playfully.

"I think everyone should have a Kathleen Turner obsession," Cisco nodded toward the screen.

Barry and Eddie both hummed in agreement. Iris pinched Eddie's side, but Lisa and Len just laughed. He settled more comfortably with his head on Barry's chest.

Several beers later, more snacks, and with the second movie in, they all opted to grab blankets as they snuggled even more comfortably with their significant others. Lisa had her arms wrapped around Cisco, who looked only too at home being nuzzled. Caitlin and Ronnie had their hands clasped atop the foof as they lay side by side. Iris and Eddie were squished so closely together into the corner of the chaise, Iris had to rest her head on Eddie's shoulder.

And Barry…had apparently decided that he one, no longer minded the blanket he had initially protested when Len threw it over them, and two, was ready to get back at Len for keeping his Rogue activities secret.

The hand snaking down Len's chest beneath the blanket definitely had sinister intentions. It teased at the band of the sweats Len had slipped on for the movie marathon. The lights were off, and the blanket hid any telling signs of what Barry was doing, but Iris and Eddie were literally just down the sofa from them.

Len snuck a peek at Barry over his shoulder.

"I thought you said the sequel didn't require my full attention," Barry whispered.

The little brat. Len tried to relax, just lay there against Barry, but he couldn't ignore the fingers at his waistband that then slowly slid down over the front of his sweats, teasingly light, then a little more firmly, tracing the outline of his cock beneath the fabric.

The dark, their proximity, the taboo of the others in the room, all made it only too easy to grow hard amidst Barry's attentions.

Len wished he had the bowl of popcorn or another beer to hold onto, but they were twenty minutes into the movie and already low on everything again, seeing as how Barry ate more than his fair share and Len was a fast drinker. Two beers over the span of two hours didn't have him feeling even faintly buzzed though. His nerves intensified the quiver in his gut when Barry's finger curled around him over the sweats and squeezed.

Len bit back a moan he managed to turn into a mild cough, low enough not to draw any attention, but still causing Barry to chuckle quietly against his ear.

"Barry…" Len warned.

"You know what I keep thinking about?" Barry spoke softly. His hand snaked back up then down beneath the waist of Len's sweats and gripped him skin to skin. "Blowing you beneath the bar while you're at work."

Shit. Barry was in full-on dirty talk mode to get back at Len for earlier, even in a room full of their friends. Len had no self-control when Barry said things like that. He was trapped, wedged between Barry's legs, one of Barry's hands holding him across the chest while the other started to stroke him. He really had only two options—call attention to them to disentangle, or give in. The latter sounded better.

"You just name the day and time, kid." He shifted his legs apart just slightly, granting Barry more access, an easier grip. Their stretched out feet toward the chaise end were only one cushion away from Iris and Eddie, but the other pair's eyes were on the screen.

Len let out a shaky breath as he tipped his head back, succumbing to Barry's hold and deftly moving fingers. He wasn't wearing anything beneath the sweats, not if they were going to fall asleep here a few hours from now, and he was suddenly very grateful for that. The danger of someone noticing what Barry was doing, however unlikely given the dark and the blanket, made him far wetter than seemed fair, leaking from the tip where Barry dragged his thumb and used the moisture to smoothen his strokes.

Len ground his hips back against Barry, whose own hardness was pressing into his lower back now. If they were alone, Len could have enjoyed this and eventually turned in Barry's arms, fucked him or been fucked into the sofa. But they weren't alone.

A sharp intake of breath after a particularly firm stroke from Barry drew Eddie's attention since he was the closest. Len felt the other man's eyes on them, but kept his own eyes on the screen, not really seeing or focused of course, neck arching a little as he pressed his head back. Barry chuckled against his ear again, and before Eddie could say anything, probably to ask if everything was okay, Barry removed his hand from Len's sweats.

"You want another beer, Len? Anyone else? We should refresh the popcorn." He nudged Len to stand up.

Barry was pure evil tonight, but then…Len did deserve it for keeping secrets. Even in the dark though, he didn't know how he was supposed to get passed the others without someone noticing his hard-on. He opted to angle himself toward the foof when he sat up, not removing the blanket until he stood and walked swiftly toward the foof and around it to the back of the sofa before Caitlin or Ronnie could look up.

Barry, who was still thinking clearly, it seemed, snatched up the empty popcorn bowl to cover any telling hardness of his own.

"It's the least you can do after eating most of it!" Cisco called after them.

Barry chuckled. "Any more beers for anyone else?"

Len hurried toward the kitchen to still his pulse, hide his erection, and just breathe for a few seconds before Barry caught up to him. He made it into the kitchen and tossed a fresh bag of popcorn in the microwave, just barely pressing START before he felt Barry's hands on him again.

He groaned, only having to lower his voice slightly now that they were out of hearing distance, and pressed back against Barry's body as the speedster gripped his cock through his sweats again. The touch was there, brief, then gone, as Barry whispered, "Over here."

Len was in a daze, not even thinking about the cameras, until Barry led him over beside the pantry and pressed him to the wall, giving Len a clear view of the whole kitchen, the entrance, but apparently, "This is a camera blind spot. Told you I'd find some."

Barry dropped to his knees and pulled Len's sweatpants down his thighs. If anyone walked in, they would see them clearly, the angle just right to make out Barry's pretty lips as they parted to take Len into his mouth. Len pressed his head back against the wall and moaned again, too loudly, having to bite his lower lip to stifle the sound.

Barry's libido continually amazed him whenever the kid's mind got working. Despite his initial anger over the incident at Saints and Sinners, thinking about Hartley's comments must have fueled some winning fantasies for Barry, because he wasted no time deep-throating Len and vibrating his throat—which fuck, was so unfair. Len could not keep quiet when Barry did that.

He felt Barry shift beneath him and glanced down to see the kid's own sweats pulled down, one hand on his cock, stroking furiously, blurring with speed, while the other helped steady Len's hips. Even Barry's tongue vibrated as it coiled along Len's underside.

The microwave beeped in the distance. Len didn't care, eyes closed but still picturing Barry on his knees like that, touching himself while sucking Len's cock. He'd be done in moments, he knew, Barry shortly thereafter if not before, and they'd be back with snacks and beers before anyone was the wiser. Or so Len assumed.

He reached a hand forward to card through Barry's hair, gripping tightly, pulling, and Barry let out a muffled moan around him. When Len opened his eyes to look down at Barry and smirk…he caught sight of Eddie staring open-mouthed at them from the kitchen doorway.

Len's initial wave of embarrassment vanished when Eddie's eyes met his…and he didn't turn away. Instead, his eyes drift back down to Barry, hand on his cock, Len in his mouth, several parts vibrating, and he seemed to lose his breath, color rushing to his cheeks, but not sending him rushing from the room.

Naughty, naughty, Len thought, and grinned as a wicked idea occurred to him.

Len let out another choked moan, hanging on tight to Barry's hair, as he rode out the vibrations between them and felt his orgasm building. He winked at Eddie. "Have I mentioned how much I, unnng…appreciate that vibrating trick, Scarlet?"

Barry chuckled, unable to see Eddie with how he faced Len. He licked around Len's head, his hand finally slowing as he built toward his own climax. "I think you made that clear when I fucked you into your work table," he said, and then sucked Len into his mouth again.

Len's hips stuttered as he finished. He knew Barry wouldn't disappoint. And hearing his friend say something like that, before finishing off an expert blowjob, finally knocked some sense into Eddie, who closed his gaping mouth, looked at Len with something between apology and horror at himself for watching for so long, and darted back into the lounge.

Served him right.

Barry groaned, pressing his head up into Len's hand, begging for harsher treatment that Len obliged him with, tugging the strands of his hair and raking his nails over Barry's scalp until the kid came over the floor.

The microwave gave a reminder beep that the popcorn was done, causing Len and Barry to laugh. In usual Flash time, Barry cleaned up both them and the mess on the floor, had the popcorn in the bowl, and several beers balanced in his hands, with a few more set out for Len to grab, as he backed toward the kitchen.

"While that mildly counts for getting back at you for The Rogues, you still owe me later."

Len tried to catch his breath, make it a little less obvious to the others when they reentered that he hadn't just orgasmed in the S.T.A.R. Labs kitchen. Eventually, he pushed from the wall, grabbed up the other beers, and followed after Barry, who waited just inside the doorway…where Eddie had been standing a few minutes prior.

Barry had said he wanted full disclosure from now on.

"By the way," Len nudged Barry before they entered the lounge, "we might have been safe from the cameras, but Eddie walked in and witnessed the finale." He smirked in the face of Barry's look of sheer horror.

Len sidestepped him to finish the trek into the lounge, handing out beers to the closet people who reached for one, including one to Eddie, who Len was sure was fully flushed and only managing to hide it because the lights were off.

They had two different kinds of beer to choose from, so after Eddie accepted the bottle, Len couldn't help asking, "Get what you want, Eddie?"

Barry nearly disrupted the bowl of popcorn all over the floor, but managed to catch it as he set it on the coffee table.

"Careful, Barry!" Cisco chided.

"I'm good—fine," Eddie said, sounding only slightly strained.

No one else seemed to notice.

As Len and Barry settled back into the sofa in their previous positions, Barry hissed in his ear, "Which one of us is evil again?"

Len smirked, caught Eddie's eyes from down the sofa to toss the detective another wink, then tilted his head back to capture Barry's lips. "Eh, we balance each other out."

TBC...