Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Barry Allen[The Flash, Somewhere during Season 2]

Barry helped himself to a drink from Oliver's bar, watched as Felicity, Kendra, Cisco, and Thea did the same. The fire was roaring, producing heat that he stepped towards, with the floor to ceiling windows behind him and Starling City at night. The city was beautiful in the evening, the stars were out and the city lights took up the space that the sun did.

Felicity grabbed her own drink and headed towards him, grinning. Barry heard Thea and Cisco arguing about Thea's codename and he matched Felicity's grin. It was nice having their teams together in one room, with the few exceptions of Laurel, Caitlin and Diggle.

"Hey, Barry," Felicity said, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Hey, new CEO of Palmer Technologies," Barry returned, his smile widening.

Felicity's cheeks reddened. "It's funny how that happened."

Barry snorted. "How's Sara doing? Is she alright?"

"She… left," Felicity remarked, shrugging and taking a sip of her drink. "So… There's an Earth-2, huh?"

"Yeah, it's been kind of trippy lately. There's another Flash, another Harrison Wells..."

Felicity's eyes narrowed. "Zoom?"

"Yeah. We're… working on it but this obviously took priority," Barry remarked, glancing down at his own drink and taking a sip of it. He wouldn't get drunk but it tasted good.

Felicity saw his gaze and smiled. "I'm sure I can cook something up for you here."

"It's fine. I should probably stay alert anyway. Cisco and Kendra don't know much about the guy we're facing."

Felicity nodded, frowning in thought and turning to look at Oliver, as the other man fixed himself a drink. "I wonder what Oliver's doppelganger is like."

Barry looked at Oliver himself and smiled. Oliver Queen, the man who had been the first to believe that Barry could be a hero.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Felicity questioned, focusing on him again.

"Actually, I am."

"Good. Good."

"Harry. I'm seeing Harry Potter."

Felicity blinked, tilted her head in confusion. "Harry… is that short for Harriet?"

"No. He's called Harry." Barry watched her, watched as realization set in.

"You're gay?"

"Bisexual. And he's wonderful," Barry whispered, grinning at the words.

Felicity smiled. "Good. I'm glad."

"Barr, what are you planning on doing with Harry? Your Harry, I mean, boyfriend Harry, not our Harry," Cisco asked later, after they had defeated Vandal Savage. "You told Felicity about him."

"I haven't told him," Barry replied, shrugging. "He's a teacher. I don't want… This is too dangerous."

"Okay, just checking. You are on your fifth date though."

"I'll… I do like him," Barry said, shrugging in thought. "He… I don't know."

Cisco nodded and studied him. "You going out to dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm picking him up at the school where he teaches," Barry replied, grinning. "And then to his house later."

"Happy sex then," Cisco teased, grinning widely.

Barry snorted and started to take off the suit, rolling his eyes at Cisco's short laugh. "Thank you."

"I hear The Flash and Arrow teamed up again," Harry said, as he slid into the passenger seat of the car.

"Yeah. They did, huh?"

Harry raised an eyebrow as Barry started the car and headed to his favorite diner. "You sound exhausted. You sure you're up for dinner out tonight?"

"I totally am. I've worked up an appetite," Barry answered, turning left on the main street of Central City and right into the diner's parking lot. As if to confirm his words, Barry's stomach growled and Harry's lips twitched up into a small grin. "It was very busy at the precinct today."

Harry let out a quiet laugh and nodded. "I'm hungry too. You said this was your favorite?"

"They have good burgers and the Best fries."

"I can definitely hear the capital letter there," Harry remarked, as Barry parked the car and they got out. "Alright, I'm sold."

"You have a good day?" Barry asked, as they walked over to the bar slash diner. The bar had a big, patio out in front of it, with a firepit right in the center of it. A fire was roaring in the pit and Harry walked up to it, appreciating the warmth. It had been a chilly winter, with the latest snow fall just melting this morning. There was a line at the counter to order so they got in line, behind a few older couples.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks. Apparently, I'm the favorite teacher or something at the school," Harry answered, shrugging and grinning a little. "The kids did a thing today."

Barry smiled and as they advanced in line, their hands touched. Barry looked to the man next to him, seeing his green eyes and dark hair, seeing the scar on his forehead and entwined their fingers. Harry's eyes softened a little and he tightened his grip.

It had been a long few days, ever since Vandal Savage had come into the city and threatened the world. Threatened Kendra and then everyone had realized that Kendra and Carter were reincarnated soulmates who occasionally had wings. And Cisco had obviously been hurt when Kendra had taken off with Carter to another city, leaving Cisco behind.

Barry had gone back in time too, had gone back to a few hours earlier in the evening. Right after, he had seen his teammates and friends die right before his eyes. Flashes of the fight ranged through his mind and he winced, his heart beginning to race as he felt the speedforce jolt through his body. Lightning sparked between his fingertips and the memory of Oliver telling him to Run, Barry, run, rushed through him.

"... Barry?"

He felt a tug and then both of his hands were being held. "Barry, you're safe. You're alright."

Barry let out a strangled gasp as his vision righted itself. He looked up at Harry, who had tugged him over to a chair over in the corner of the patio and had sat Barry down in a chair. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he stared at Harry, who was kneeling right in front of him and looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"You're safe," Harry whispered, frowning and still holding his hands within his. One of his thumbs was tracing circles on Barry's left palm and he focused on that, his heart slowing down with the motions. "Did something happen in the precinct today? A bad shooting?"

"I… Yeah, something like that," Barry whispered, flexing his fingers. "I… I'm okay."

Harry raised an eyebrow, his frown skeptical. "We could go to my place and order in. We don't have to stay."

"No, you were looking forward to… this place," Barry said, letting out a deep breath and finally just dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder. The other man's arms came up around him as Harry helped him to stand.

"Come on. Pizza's just as good as this," Harry murmured, holding onto him for a few more minutes. Barry melted into the hug, wrapping his own arms around Harry in return. Harry's hugs were the best, he had discovered. He felt utterly safe in Harry's arms, no Eobard Thawne, no Zoom, no Vandal Savage, could get to him here. There was a sense of security, of safety that Harry radiated and Barry loved it. "I ought to have read the news otherwise I wouldn't have-"

"No. It's not your fault. Pizza sounds good."

As soon as they were both done eating at Harry's place, Barry looked at the other man, raising an eyebrow and then he surged towards him. Harry met him in the middle, their lips meeting. Barry groaned into the heated kiss as Harry nipped and licked his way into his mouth.

"Bed," Barry urged.

Harry grinned and slid off the stool, pulling Barry closer. "The Question of the hour is will we make it?"

Barry snorted, his cock hardening at the heated look in Harry's eyes. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry, and his heart racing for an entirely different reason than before. "Slow. Slow is good."

"Hmm?" Harry's eyes narrowed before he nodded, grinning even wider at him. "I can do slow, yeah."

Harry pulled him closer, so that there was no space between them. Barry gasped as their cocks touched through their jeans, both cocks jumping to attention and Barry aching with it. Harry slipped off his shirt and Barry did the same, taking in his fill of Harry's chest. Harry wasn't too muscular but he was slim and fit, not a state that would be achieved in the gym. Harry had a body built for speed and so did Barry, though Harry was a few inches taller.

Harry trailed his hands over Barry's shoulders, leaning down to press feather light kisses to his skin. Barry shivered as goosebumps followed in Harry's wake on his skin, his hands holding Harry close. Harry walked him backward, leaning in for another kiss as they walked to Harry's bedroom.

Barry groaned as Harry leaned in, licking and nipping his neck, trailing up to his mouth and leaving little nipping kisses. They turned left at the hallway and then Harry backed him up through a doorway, his fingers hovering over a nipple and tweaking it. Barry moaned as his feet hit the bed, digging his fingers into Harry's back as they paused to strip their jeans and shoes off.

Once his shoes and jeans were off, Barry lay down on the bed, sinking onto the comfortable mattress, enjoying the softness of the sheets. He had wondered if Harry was wealthy but had never stopped to ask, wondering why Harry was just a teacher. A light touch to his cock jolted his awareness back and he whined, as Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You still thinking?" Harry questioned quietly, withdrawing his hand from Barry's inner thighs. "Are we going for making you not think or… Cause I can definitely do that."

Barry grinned and arched up, meeting the other man for a kiss. "With the first option. Yes."

"There was no other option but whatever," Harry muttered, his voice husky with arousal, grinning and lowering his fingers down to rub at Barry's nipples, tweaking both at the same time. Pleasure shocked his body, his toes curling and heat building at the base of his spine. His hands traveled down, going past Barry's waist and meeting his cock and avoiding it, smoothing their way down his skin.

Barry moaned and arched into the touch, trying to get Harry to touch his cock, his already very hard cock. Harry smirked and shook his head, leaning down and licking his nipples erect. Fingers traced patterns on his stomach and moved down to his inner thighs, lifting him briefly enough for Harry to slip a pillow underneath him. Barry whined again as Harry's hands stayed away from his cock only to rub around the rim of his hole.

Feather light touches to his arse made pleasure shoot through him and Harry pulled away momentarily, opening a drawer and pulling out a vial of lotion. Barry reached for him, his fingers curling around Harry's sides, making grabby motions. Harry grinned and coated his fingers with the lube, sliding down to trace over his cock and then slipping down.

"Fuck," Barry exclaimed, hearing the hoarseness to his voice and arching up as Harry rubbed over his balls and then slipped into his hole. His toes curled down into the sheets and his fingers clenched, turning into fists.

Harry grinned, his green eyes wide and his breathing growing faster. "You close yet?"

Barry whined as Harry crooked his finger further into him, slipping out a little and then back in, wet and hot. His cock was hard and aching and wanted to be touched, damn it.

"Can you wait?" Harry questioned, catching his eyes and holding them. "Wait until I'm in you?"

"I…" Barry trailed off, pleasure sparking everywhere and maybe literal lightning sparks flying over his skin but the touches and Harry's fingers were holding him together. Another touch to his cock and his mind melted into mush, pleasure building and heat building and nothing else. His cock ached and was so very hard and… "Yes."

"Good boy," Harry whispered, running his hands down Barry's chest and stomach and tracing his cock. Harry leaned down, licked a stripe up his cock and Barry jolted up, arching right up into Harry's waiting mouth. Harry swallowed down the exclamation then moved back down, slipping a finger and then two into him, crooking the way that Barry loved. Harry hit the spot within minutes and Barry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold on and not come until he was full of Harry.

"You're so fucked out now," Harry murmured, breathing hard as he moved his fingers within Barry. "So wet. Do I dare add a third finger?"

Barry whimpered, clenching onto the sheets beneath him and then Harry slipped his other hand into his fingers, entwining them another way as he slid a third finger into him. Barry writhed, pushing back onto Harry's fingers and heard him let out a strangled breath.

"Good. So good," Harry said, crooking his fingers once again and then withdrawing. Barry heard the cap of the lube bottle open again and then yelled out as Harry's cock slid right into him, hitting his spot once again. "Barry, you're so tight!"

Another moan left his mouth as Barry opened his eyes, looking up at Harry as he moved within him. He slipped out a little, lube and come mixing together and creating a wet spot on the bed and creating sloppy noises. Skin hit skin as Harry slid back in, his green eyes wide as he watched Barry. "You can come anytime. You don't have to wait now, Barry."

Pleasure and heat were boiling together in his body and Barry clung to Harry, holding the man to him as he moved within him. Harry brushed his hands over Barry's cock again, this time wrapping his hole hand around his cock and rolling up, pumping up and down, twisting and then Barry yelled out as he came, feeling his muscles clench and bring Harry over the edge too.

He blacked out as he came, pleasure overriding his body.

When he woke up, fingers brushed through his hair and ran lightly across his over-stimulated body. He whined and heard Harry let out a quiet laugh before withdrawing. "Hey, Barry."

"That…" Barry swallowed and tried again on a dry throat.

"I fucked you until you stopped thinking," Harry remarked, grinning slightly. "It was good for me too, in case you're wondering."

"Good. That's good," Barry murmured, curling into Harry's side and burrowing down onto the bed. "'m staying."

"Alright. You've been running for a while the past few days," Harry whispered, stroking Barry's side and wrapping his arm around him. "Need to recharge and all that. Go ahead. Just know you can run back to me if you need anything, up to and including backup. I felt the timeline change. You must have really been exhausted today."

Barry's eyes drooped closed, leaning into Harry's fingers as they danced patterns on his skin. He hummed in reply to his words and then shock jolted through him as he replayed Harry's words in his mind. He blinked his eyes open and stared at Harry, looking at the other man with wide eyes.

Harry stared back at him with wide eyes too. "Barry?"

"You… know?"

Harry blinked and then heaved out a sigh. "I thought you were asleep."

"You know?"

"I know," Harry answered idly, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "How fast are you going these days?"