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Barry took a deep breath, let it out slowly and pushed open the door to Saints and Sinners. He spotted Rory and Snart immediately and walked over to their booth. Snart looked up at him with that irritating smirk he usually wore. “Hello, Barry,” he drawled. “What brings you running to this side of town?”

Barry groaned under his breath and slid into the space beside Snart. He felt the older man tense slightly before scooting over to make more room. Deciding the smart thing to do was ignore him, Barry turned his attention to the table.

“Hey, Heatwave. Um, Rory. M-Mick,” he said awkwardly. “Soooo, I know this is going to sound really strange, and kind of out of the blue, and I completely understand if you say no, but please just hear me out and give it some thought because you are literally the only person I can ask, well not the only one, but probably my best bet... no, definitely my best bet and I swear it’s not some sort of trap or prank, and I’ve got very little time to make this happen and...”

“Kid, take a breath,” Snart interrupted.

Barry jumped slightly and glanced toward Snart before looking back at Rory who was frowning, his bottle of beer frozen halfway to his lips. Barry took a deep breath and pasted a smile on his face. “Hey, Mick. Wanna get married?” he asked in his most cheerful voice.

Barry did his best to not eavesdrop on the furiously whispering Snart and Mick. He looked around the room curiously, instead. He had known they had an apartment over the bar, but it was much nicer than he had thought it would be. Shelves filled with books and trinkets (he would rather not know if they were stolen, thank you very much) lined one wall. The couch he was sitting on was comfortable, with two matching arm chairs. A flat screen TV dominated the wall in front of him, hanging just above some shelves filled with dvds and blu-rays.

Snart and Mick dropped into the armchairs suddenly, facing him. “Explain,” he demanded.

Barry flinched and twisted his hands together. “Okay,” he exhaled. “I need to get married. Like soon. As in, within the next 74 hours, soon. When Wells… or rather, Thawne died, he left me STAR labs, and his house, money, stocks and so on. But, in order to collect the inheritance, I have to be married, with the stipulation that it has to be to one of three people named by Thawne. I tried to fight the will, but a judge declared that, thanks to some stupid state law from 1897 that’s still on the books, this qualifies as an arranged marriage and it’s legally binding.”

“And he named Mick?” Snart asked incredulously.

Barry blushed and bit his bottom lip. “He named Mick, Mark Mardon and you. I think he did it to hurt me. If I don’t marry, the lab goes to General Eiling. Wells knew I would never let that happen. This is his way of trying to ruin my life from the grave.” Barry crossed his arms, a stubborn expression on his face “Well, jokes on him. I’ll do it. I’ll marry and keep the lab.”

Both criminal’s jaws dropped. After a moment Snart sniffed and crossed his arms. “You said Mick was your best bet!”

Barry snorted. “Well, I’m definitely not marrying Mardon! And if I don’t inherit the lab, then General Eiling is going to get it! I can’t let the military get their hands on our tech or computers!”

Mick chuckled, looking pleased. “You’re mad he chose me over you,” he said to Snart.

Snart huffed and looked off to the side. “Well, I am his nemesis!”

It was Barry’s jaw that dropped this time. “You’re jealous?! But you’re dating Sara Lance!”

“I am not!” Snart shot back. “We had a fling. A short one. Months ago!”

“You’re straight,” Barry pointed out.

“I’m pan,” he argued, pointing over toward Mick. “Mick’s bi but he’s also aromantic.”

“I know,” Barry nodded. “That’s what makes him perfect for this!”

“Aromantic doesn’t mean asexual,” Mick grumbled. “I like sex as much as the next guy.”

“I know that,” Barry blushed. “I just know that you won’t expect any romance or emotional stuff. I don’t have to woo you. Plus, you’re not likely to get pissy if I have to rush out for Flash duty. I’m fine with having sex with you.”

Mick preened slightly and eyed Barry up and down. “Really?”

Barry’s blush deepened. “Well, you’re pretty hot,” he mumbled. “And I may have heard a few things from Hartley.”

Len crossed his arms over his chest again. “I’m not exactly hideous, you know.”

Mick leaned forward, eyes locked onto Barry as he ignored his partner. “What exactly did you hear?” he asked, his voice lowering to a growl.

Barry squirmed and bit his bottom lip again. “That maybe you might be into some of the same things as me,” he admitted shyly. “Um, restraints. Toys.” He raised his eyes to look to Mick. “Dominating.”

Len glared at both of them. “I like toys,” he muttered under his breath. “I can be domineering.”

Mick licked his lips and moved from the chair to the couch. He stretched one arm along the back and placed his other hand on Barry’s knee. “How dominating are you looking for?”

Barry scooted a tiny bit closer. “The Flash stuff has to stay separate, but for everything else, I’m open to submitting.”

“What about your job? Your family?” Mick asked. “They ain’t gonna like you marrying a criminal.”

“Iris, Cisco and Harry are okay with it. Caitlin’s worried, but that’s mostly because she doesn’t want to be kidnapped again,” Barry told him. “And according to my captain, he’s okay as long as I don’t work any crimes you’re implicated in. Joe doesn’t know, but that’s because I’d rather ask forgiveness than permission, if you get my meaning.”

“Seriously?” Len grumbled. “I’m the one without a criminal record anymore!”

Mick leaned closer and brushed his lips across Barry’s jawline. “Hmmm, church wedding or courthouse?”

Barry’s eyes fluttered shut. “Courthouse. Felicity already got me the paperwork we would need. Plus, Cisco and Iris have been fighting over who gets to be best man or woman. Trying to avoid getting dragged into that fight.”

“First I’m not the groom, and now I’m not even best man?” Len gasped.

“Hmm, you know, Stein could have us married by midnight if the Waverider is nearby,” Mick suggested, slipping his hand higher up Barry’s thigh.

Barry tilted his head back, giving Mick greater access to his neck. Mick grinned as he began nipping and licking along the smooth skin. “W-we should d-defin*ahh*ately call him,” Barry moaned.

Len glared at both of them. “I hate you both,” he muttered before getting up and stomping out of the room.

Joe wiped at the tears streaming down his face as he gasped for breath. His ribs hurt and his throat felt a little raw from laughing so hard. Once he was able to stand up straight again he looked at Cisco, Caitlin, and Iris. “Okay, all jokes aside,” he chuckled, “where is Barry really?”

Iris chewed on her bottom lip for a second. “It’s not a joke, Dad. Barry is on his honeymoon. With Mick Rory.”

Joe stared at each one of them for several seconds. “No,” he growled. “This has to be a joke. Barry would never marry a criminal.”

Iris sighed and held out a piece of paper. Joe took it and read it twice before clenching his jaw and ripping the paper into several pieces. “That’s just a copy,” Cisco said with a grin.

Caitlin smacked him in the back of the head and shot him a warning glare.

“Dad, it’s true,” Iris said gently. “It was part of Eobard Thawne’s stipulations for Barry retaining ownership of the labs. He had to marry either Mark Mardon, Leonard Snart or Mick Rory. He asked Mick, Mick said yes and now they are married and on their way to Hawaii for their honeymoon.”

“Hawaii?!” Joe roared.

“Lots of volcanoes,” Cisco said, slurping his Icee.

“Not helping,” Caitlin whispered.

Iris looked at her father hopefully. “If it makes you feel better, Rory promised not shoot Barry again.”

Joe’s mouth hung open as he stared at his daughter in disbelief. “If it makes me…” Joe slowly drew himself up to his full height and reached for his phone. He dialed quickly and began pacing as he waited for an answer.

“Got a missed call,” Mick said as he crawled back into the bed and wrapped an arm across Barry’s waist.

Barry hummed sleepily as he turned over and took his phone from Mick. He tensed seeing Joe’s name on the screen as well as a notification for a voicemail. Barry reluctantly hit a few buttons and began playing the recording over the speaker.

“Bartholomew Henry Allen! You are grounded!” Joe yelled.

Barry grimaced as Mick chuckled. “Grounded, huh?” the older man snorted. “Stuck in your bedroom...unable to leave...sounds good to me.” Mick reached under the pillow and pulled out a coil of silk rope and leered at him.

“Thank you, Eobard Thawne,” Barry whispered as he moved his hands above his head and grabbed onto the bars of the headboard.

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Oblivious

[uh-bliv-ee-uh s]

adjective

1. unmindful; unconscious; unaware

Barry Allen was the very definition of the word. His parents say he has an artist’s soul. His best friend, Iris, calls him a dreamer. His roommate, Caitlin, thinks it is because he is ‘Right Brain’ inclined. Most agreed, though, that Barry Allen is also adorable, sweet and tenderhearted, which more than made up for him being the most absentminded person they ever met.

(If you asked Barry why he was so oblivious, he would just stare at you, confused, and wonder if he had forgotten your birthday or something.)

Barry tended to be pretty easy-going. He rarely got upset about anything. That included his love life. At age 24 he already had plenty of exes, mostly because his partners had a tendency to end things right around the third date. You couldn’t really blame them. It’s hard dating someone who forgets to even show up to dinner because they were distracted by a mime in the park.

(Yeah. That actually happened.)

Barry knew the failures in his private life were his own fault. After all, almost everyone he had ever dated had said so. He just didn’t get worked up about it because he’d never dated anyone long enough to get emotionally invested. He was too busy with the graphic novels he worked on, more attached to his art than his dates, to worry about much beyond deadlines.

(Even those were just a passing concern. He was a little worried about his writing partner, Harry. He seemed to have a propensity for ulcers.)

So, it was no surprise to anyone that Barry didn’t realize he had a boyfriend until it was pointed out to him.

Len Snart had a fairly good life. At age 13 he was ‘discovered’ by a photographer friend of his step-mother. Within four months he was a highly sought out model, thanks to several popular magazine ads. Runway shows, music videos and commercials soon followed. By the time he was 18, he was fairly well known, even by people who didn’t follow fashion. Len knew the fashion industry was cut-throat, so he played it safe and lived modestly, saving every penny he could so that by the time he was 25, he had a good sized fortune and was able to retire and do something he always dreamed of.

He went back to college and got a business degree. Then he bought a bar and remodeled the place so it was just like the one his grandfather had owned. He wanted it to be a family type place with simple, but good food, a real jukebox that played 45 records and friendly waitstaff. For six months he literally lived in the office above the bar so he was always on hand for any problems or decisions.

Eventually his sister, Lisa and his cook, Mick, convinced him to find a real apartment or house. They said it was sad for a thirty-two year old to live above the bar. Len decided on a condo. Preferably one within walking distance of his baby, The Waverider (named after his grandfather’s old fishing boat).

He noticed Barry the day he moved in. It was his shirt that initially caught Len’s eye. It was blue with a picture of an old NES game cartridge that read ‘Blow Me’ underneath. He’d always had a weakness for cute and nerdy and Barry was certainly that. About the same height as Len, Barry had flyaway chestnut hair, doe eyes and the most kissable looking mouth he’d ever seen. He was slender, with long legs and fantastic hands.

They first met at the elevator. Sort of. Len and Mick were bringing in a dresser when Barry came up behind them, sorting his mail. He stopped, blinked a couple of times and then walked away without a word.

Just about the time they got the dresser to the condo, the stairwell door opened up and Barry walked into the hall. Len’s eyes zeroed in on the younger man and he smiled widely. “Hello.”

Barry had looked at him with a distracted air and nodded. “Hi.”

“I’m Len,” he said, holding out his hand. “Len Snart. This is my friend, Mick Rory. I’m moving in.” He gave Barry a wink and smile.

Barry nodded and shook his hand. “Barry Allen.” Then he unlocked his door and went inside. Len stared at the closed door across from his in surprise. Beside him Mick snorted and began maneuvering the dresser inside.

Now, Len wasn’t vain, but he also wasn’t used to being ignored, and he definitely wasn’t going to let a cutie like Barry get away. He spent the next few days subtly asking the other residents of the building about the young man. Len soon discovered he was something of a legend in the building.

Barry once worked during a fire. Seriously. The condo above him caught fire and while everyone else evacuated, Barry kept drawing, slightly annoyed by the alarms, but too focused on his work to worry about them. It wasn’t until a fireman was searching for any stragglers that they found him. He’d been slightly peeved about being dragged from his workroom before he could finish the panel he was working on.

Mrs. Owens from the first floor told him that Barry once deposited a check into his bank account in the middle of a robbery. He walked in, without noticing the three men in masks waving guns around, went straight up to one of the tellers and said he needed to make a deposit. The thieves were so stunned, they actually let him. It helped that Barry was pretty polite to the thieves and said ‘thank you’ when they let him leave afterwards.

Grady, the building’s doorman, told the story of how Barry ended up with a roommate. Caitlin had come home from work early one day and caught her boyfriend cheating. Essentially homeless at that point, the young woman was sitting at a table in a coffee shop, searching the paper for apartments when someone bumped into Barry, making him drop his coffee on her paper. He apologized sincerely and bought her a new paper. Upon discovering her situation, despite the fact that he didn’t know Caitlin at all, he suggested she stay a few days in his spare room until she found a place.

Normally Caitlin would have run the other way from a strange man offering her a bed for the night. However, there was something so intrinsically innocent and pure about Barry that she found herself trusting him. Still, she took the precaution of slipping her canister of mace into her jacket pocket and followed him to the condo. Her name was added to the mailbox the next morning. When Iris found out he had a roommate (about five weeks later), she asked how they met. In true Barry Allen form, he couldn’t remember.

Len quickly became obsessed with his new neighbor. Not just because Barry was attractive, but because he was just so...so...fascinating! He began buying the graphic novel series Barry worked on. While not a big fan of fantasy stuff, he could admit the artwork was incredible. He tried to draw Barry into conversation every time they met. He even began knocking on Barry’s door, asking for recommendations for coffee shops, cafes and dry cleaners in the area just for a chance to talk to him. It took five meetings before Barry began recognizing him.

(And wasn’t that a blow to the ego!)

They had been neighbors for two months when Len asked Barry over for dinner. Len was feeling pretty smug about finally gaining Barry’s attention when he said yes. Then came the agreed upon time and no Barry. After half an hour Len went across the hall and knocked loudly. It was Caitlin who answered. When Len asked where Barry was, she rolled her eyes and let him in.

“Barry!” she called loudly. “Len’s here!”

A full minute passed before Barry came out of his workroom, looking confused. “Yes?”

Len was understandably upset. “We’re supposed to be having dinner,” he growled.

Barry blinked a couple of times. “That’s not until Friday.”

“Today is Friday,” Len pointed out.

A couple more blinks and Barry turned and walked into his bedroom. Len looked at Caitlin for help. She just shook her head and went back to watching TV. A moment later Barry came back out of his bedroom, having changed out of his ink-stained shirt and sweatpants and into a sweater and jeans.

Len lead the way across the hall, wondering what he had gotten himself into. They ate, talked a little about Len’s bar, The Waverider, and Barry’s latest work. It was a little stilted, being their first real date. In anyone else’s mind, dinner would have been declared a disaster and they would have written Barry off. Len was too stubborn for that.

He began asking advice from Caitlin, Iris and even Harry (who was in the middle of sucking down a bottle of milk of magnesia). They all said the same thing. Muscle memory. Barry survived by routine. Once something was ingrained in him, he never forgot it. So, Len began laying the foundations for new routines.

Every Wednesday he dragged Barry to his bar. They had a couple of drinks while Len worked on payroll, then they had dinner in the booth closest to the bar. On Sundays he cooked and then would go grab Barry so they could eat and watch a movie. The first time Barry showed up at the bar without prompting, Len did an internal victory dance.

(He definitely didn’t fist pump when Barry went to the restroom, no matter what the staff said!)

Len continued taking things slowly, adding new routines by degrees. The first time he held Barry’s hand, the younger man looked embarrassed. When Len asked what was wrong, Barry shyly promised he wasn’t going to get lost at the market. Len had just smiled and said he liked keeping Barry close. That earned him a smile and blush. Barry didn’t object again. Eventually he began reaching for Len’s hand automatically whenever they left the building.

Cuddling took a little longer. Len started by just laying his arm across Barry’s shoulders during movie night, but Barry had pulled away and scooted to the other end of the couch. Len waited two weeks before trying again. This time he moved closer to Barry and took his hand. Halfway through the movie Barry began to relax and Len got up for a drink. When he sat back down, he sat beside Barry, their legs brushing. Barry tensed but he didn’t pull away, continuing to hold Len’s hand. Little by little he got Barry used to sitting close together.

A few more weeks went by before Len saw real progress. Barry had just finished a large side project for Heavy Metal Magazine (which Len totally did not subscribe to just so he could get those issues) and was exhausted. Midway through the meal he was yawning and his shoulders drooped. Len suggested an early night, but Barry waved off his concerns. Twenty minutes into the movie, though, Barry was asleep, his head ending up in Len’s lap. During one of the movie’s high octane car chases Barry woke up and blinked up at Len sluggishly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting up. Len assured him that he hadn’t minded. Barry had smiled sweetly and laid his head on Len’s shoulder while the movie finished. When he walked Barry to his door and said goodnight, Barry stunned Len by leaning in and hugging him close, thanking him for being so understanding.

(Mick snickered over the way he grinned all the next day, which earned Mick a smack to the back of his head.)

Len was feeling pretty confident. Barry no longer needed reminding to come for dinner or to the bar. The only fly in the ointment was that they hadn’t gotten any further than hand holding and cuddling. Kissing Barry was where Len’s luck ran out.

The first time he tried, he was just leaning closer when his front door slammed open and his sister burst in, crying loudly about her cheating boyfriend. By the time he got Lisa calmed down, Barry was gone.

The second time was at Len’s bar. They were on their way to the car when Len noticed how the moonlight reflected off Barry’s eyes, making them glow ethereally. He had his hand on Barry’s waist, about to pull him closer when someone yelled Barry’s name. Len was not happy when a handsome blonde man hurried over and threw his arm around Barry’s shoulder, tugging him close. Barry returned the hug briefly before pulling away and introducing Len to his previous neighbor, Oliver Queen. By the time he managed to pull Barry away from the man, Len was too tightly wound to attempt a kiss.

The third time was interrupted when Mick stumbled into the office, drunk as a skunk, and almost knocked Barry into the wall. The fourth was at the farmer’s market where Len was stung by a bee and had to go to the hospital for an epinephrine shot. Len was beginning to wonder if he was doomed to a life of celibacy.

It had been five months, three weeks and six days since their first date. Len was in the office interviewing a potential new bartender when his best waitress, Shawna, knocked. She hesitantly informed Len that Barry had arrived (a little early for once) but that there might be a problem. Len was immediately out the door and scanning the main room. He quickly spotted Barry who was pressed tight against the wall near the pool tables. Leaning over him was a man Len despised, Mark Mardon, owner of Weathertop, a bar across town.

Len stomped across the bar, drawing the attention of several regulars, and shoved between Mark and Barry. “What the hell are you doing here, Mardon?” he growled.

The taller man grinned wickedly, looking over Len’s shoulder at Barry. “Just making friends, Snart,” he smirked.

“Make friends elsewhere,” Len snapped, reaching back and grabbing Barry’s hand.

Mardon chuckled darkly. “Heard ya had a new toy. He’s a pretty one.”

Len’s cool evaporated instantly. “Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend,” he warned before stomping away, pulling Barry across the bar and into the office.

Behind him Barry made a strangled sort of sound. Len quickly looked over his shoulder, worried Barry was scared or hurt. Barry’s eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. “B-boyfriend?” he squeaked. “M-me?”

Len stopped moving and turned to face Barry. “Yeah,” he said slowly. He tensed as Barry’s expression turned to dismay. Shit! Had he misread everything? Did Barry just want to be friends? But… But they cuddled! They had date nights! Dammit, Barry was his!!!

Barry fidgeted a little before looking chagrined. “How long have we been dating?”

Len quickly relaxed, realizing Barry wasn’t objecting, just confused. He smirked at the younger man and placed his hands on Barry’s waist. “Almost six months.”

Barry frowned thoughtfully, head tilting to the side. “Really?”

“You didn’t notice?” Len teased. In truth he had expected something like this. Well, not this exactly, but he had anticipated that Barry wouldn’t remember their first date. Still, he couldn’t be upset with Barry. He had known from the beginning that Barry was oblivious.

Barry looked sheepish for a moment. “I thought maybe you liked me, but since no one else ever stayed for long, I wasn’t going to jinx it by asking.”

Len chuckled and pulled Barry closer, encouraged by how compliant the artist was being. “Barry, you’re adorable,” he whispered before closing the distance and finally getting that first kiss.

Three days after Barry discovered they were dating, he asked why they had never had sex. Len was so stunned by Barry’s blunt question, he explained the routine system. Barry had huffed with annoyance and flat out told Len that if he had just said what he wanted, things would have moved along a lot faster.

Len eyed Barry suspiciously. “Sooo, if I asked you to stay the night…?”

Barry shrugged calmly. “I need to go get my toothbrush.”

Len’s jaw dropped. “Wait! So, if I had told you we were dating months ago…?”

“I’m not that oblivious,” Barry said, rolling his eyes. “I just don’t get subtlety. I can’t read minds, Len. If you want something from me, you have to tell me, otherwise I don’t notice.”

“You didn’t notice the first time I asked you for dinner,” Len grumbled.

“You asked if I wanted to try your lasagna,” Barry corrected. “You never said it was a date.”

“Caitlin told me you once forgot a date because you got distracted watching a mime!” Len defended.

Barry blushed lightly. “In my defense, he was a really good mime. Much more entertaining than the philosophy major Iris had set me up with. It’s more fun watching a mime fake drown than listening to someone pick apart Aristotle. I like you more than mimes.”

Len crossed his arms, feeling pretty defensive at how wrong he’d been about Barry. “Well, you didn’t like cuddling with me.”

Barry’s blush deepened. “I thought we were just friendly neighbors. I didn’t want you to see my erection and get upset with me.”

Now it was Len blushing. “Erection?” he whispered.

Barry nodded shyly. “That’s why I always wear big sweaters around you, so you won’t see.”

Len stared at Barry for several seconds before swallowing and clearing his throat. “Barry?”

“Yes, Len?”

“Go get your damn toothbrush!”

#coldflash #barry allen #leonard snart #the flash

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Ten Months pt 3

Ten months earlier

Mick grabbed the two six packs of beer from the fridge and stomped out of the safe house. He was seriously thinking of taking a vow of celibacy at this point. He trekked through the alley and across the train tracks to the small park and found a bench, sitting down to open the first beer.

“Rory?”

Mick groaned and dropped his head down, recognizing the voice. “Don’t even try it, Flash,” he warned angrily. “I ain’t in the mood to fight and I ain’t getting arrested tonight.” Not hearing a reply he looked up and stilled. A few feet away stood a young man. A very pretty young man. A very nervous, very pretty, young man.

Mick’s eyes slowly swept over him, taking in every detail. Dark brown hair with a little bit of a wave to it, those incredible green eyes and red lips. Swan-like neck. A dark green dress shirt and black slacks did nothing to hid the runner’s body underneath. Why hadn’t he ever noticed how delicate the Flash’s hands were?

“Damn,” he muttered. “Fucking gorgeous.” A blush flooded the kid’s face immediately and he looked flustered.

The hero slowly inched closer until he reached the bench and sat down on the other end. He clasped his hands in his lap and cleared his throat. “Um, bad night?” he asked warily.

Up close Mick could see he had freckles and couple of moles. His cologne was something spicy and did wicked things to his pulse rate. Needing a distraction he turned back to the beers and popped another open, holding it out to the Flash.

“Fucking blind date,” he grumbled. “Only, I didn’t know it was a blind date. Was with the Legends. Sara and Len decided to spring it on me. Said I needed to get laid so I’d mellow out.” Mick turned to look at the hero again, eyes narrowed in annoyance. “A goddamn bodybuilder. Can you believe that shit? They thought I’d be interested in a guy who’s only thought in his head was what kinda protein shake he should drink.”

The kid snorted. “Gotcha beat. Caitlin set me up with her accountant. During tax season. As far as I know, he’s still at the restaurant explaining how to deduct my bus pass as a business expense.”

“Craig asked how many squats I can do.”

“Larry spent twelve minutes explaining the difference between tax evasion and tax fraud.”

“Craig offered to let me feel his muscles.”

“Larry wanted to see my W2s.”

Both of them were silent for a couple of seconds. Then the kid started to giggle softly. A heartbeat later Mick chuckled. Then they both burst out into loud laughter. By the time they regained control, they were leaning against one another for support. The kid wiped at his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Barry Allen.”

Mick was stunned. “You’re telling me your name?”

Barry shrugged and sipped his beer. “Surprised Snart never told you.” Barry paused for a second and glanced at him shyly. “I always thought you two were a couple.”

Mick grunted and gulped his beer. “Get that a lot. Len and me could never hook up. Too snarky for me and I’m too gruff for him. Mostly, we got the same taste in people. We both like ‘em pretty and smart.” Mick leaned back against the bench and smirked. “I think he’s got a thing for Sara, to be honest. I’m looking forward to him screwing up and her kicking his ass.”

Barry giggled again and shook his head. “It’ll be a pun.” Mick looked over at him and Barry’s grin grew. “He’ll use one too many and she’ll kill him.”

Mick chuckled and nodded. “Probably. He can’t seem to help himself.”

They sat there in silence for a few minutes before Mick glanced at Barry hesitantly. “You know, I kinda thought you and Len had something going on a few times.”

The kid choked and looked up with wide eyes. “Why?!”

Mick gave a shrug and looked at his beer bottle. “The teasing when you fight. Me, Lisa and Rathaway thought maybe you two were hooking up on the side.”

Barry’s jaw dropped and he turned a bright red. After several seconds he grimaced and looked away. “You aren’t the only ones,” he admitted. “I’ve gotten so many lectures from my team and family about how bad it is to sleep with the enemy. No matter how many times I tell them it’s never happened, they don’t believe me.”

Barry ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I mean, it’s fun facing off with Snart. And the rest of you, too. I get his humor and I know you guys aren’t trying to actually kill me. I think of it more as practice runs than actual fights. But Snart and me? No way. Never, ever repeat what I’m about to say, but he’s cool. I like him. I actually kind of think of him as a friend. You know, without the hanging out or actual friend stuff. But as a boyfriend? No way. I couldn’t handle him calling me ‘Kid’ while we were in bed.”

Barry tilted his head as he continued, looking thoughtful. “To be honest, I like all of you. Lisa’s sweet and nice under the sarcasm. Hartley’s really smart. I even think Mardon’s a stand up guy when he isn’t trying to kill me or my family. And you? You’re awesome.”

Mick’s jaw dropped as he stared at Barry. “You think I’m awesome?”

Barry blushed again and looked down. “Well, yeah,” he said softly. “It’s nice talking to you. And you’re smarter than you pretend. And you’re pretty handsome,” he finished in a whisper.

Mick swallowed nervously and leaned a bit closer. “You know, that’s the second time you’ve said I’m handsome,” he pointed out softly.

Barry caught his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. He looked up and took a deep breath. “Well,” he mumbled, “you are.”

Mick reached out and placed his hand on the back of Barry’s neck, turning his body sideways so he was facing Barry. “Come here,” he demanded gruffly.

Barry’s eyes dilated slightly and he leaned closer. Mick took a second to appreciate the view before gently kissing the younger man. Feeling Barry relax into him and return the kiss made his blood heat up. One minute they were kissing softly. The next, he was pulling Barry across his lap, their arms winding around one another tightly as things heated up.

Mick rolled his eyes as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He pointedly ignored the others in the room as Lisa continued to prod him. “Look,” he growled, “I went for a walk. Drank some beers. Came home.” Made out with the Flash and liked it, he thought to himself.

Sara snorted around the rim of her coffee cup. “And those hickies just magically appeared out of nowhere?”

Mick bit back a grin and shrugged as he plopped down on the recliner. He could feel Len’s eyes on his neck, knew that his long-time friend loved solving a mystery. He was going to have to be extra careful if he wanted to keep this relationship a secret. No one would understand. Not the Rogues, not Team Flash, not the Legends.

And yet, Barry wanted to see him again. A proper date. Dinner at the kid’s apartment, followed by a movie of Mick’s choice. Nothing too fancy or awkward, just a casual evening to get to know one another better. Maybe even some more great kissing.

“Admit it,” Lisa teased. “You and Craig hit it off better than you want us to think. Don’t think for one minute we didn’t notice he left right after you, last night. You two aren’t as sneaky as you think.”

Mick snorted and drank half his coffee in one gulp. “Whatever,” he grumbled. He was perfectly fine with them thinking it was the muscle bound ape. Perfect cover for who he was really seeing. Len was still watching him a little too closely, the wheels in his head obviously spinning. Mick was going to have to keep an eye out for Len. He was too nosy.

“Bartholomew Henry Allen!” Caitlin hissed.

Barry jumped six inches off the treadmill and went crashing back into the cardboard boxes. Cisco and Harry came over to help him up as he rubbed the back of his head. When he was steady he looked at Caitlin with alarm. “What?”

She glared at him fiercely, hands on her hips. “Where were you last night?”

“I had a date,” he reminded her. “Your friend, the accountant.”

Caitlin stood straight, shaking her head. “Larry said you left early.”

Barry blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah,” he admitted.

“You ditched him!” she accused.

Barry groaned. “He was boring!”

“Who was boring?” asked Iris as she walked into the room with a travel carrier full of coffee cups from Jitters.

“Barry’s date,” Cisco answered, grabbing the cup with his name scrawled across it.

Iris tensed and looked at Barry. “You had a date?”

Caitlin nodded, frowning at Barry. “With a friend of mine. Barry ditched him halfway through.”

“He wanted to do my taxes,” Barry pointed out.

“I, um, didn’t realize you were dating,” Iris mumbled.

Barry shifted awkwardly and shrugged. “It was a blind date,” he said. “It didn’t work out.”

Caitlin sniffled with annoyance. “Larry’s a sweet guy.”

“Boring guy,” Barry muttered under his breath. Caitlin shot him a glare before spinning on her heels and walking out of the room.

Iris forced a smile on her face. “Hey, why not come over tonight and we’ll watch cheesy movies and eat ice cream. You can tell me all about it.”

Barry shook his head quickly. “Um, can’t. I’ve got plans.” Everyone looked at him curiously and he scrambled to find an alibi that didn’t involve the words ‘date’ and ‘Mick Rory’. “I’m...running to Star,” he said weakly. “To see Felicity. And Oliver. Cause, you know, I haven’t done that recently. Yep. Just going to visit Team Arrow.” Barry backed out of the room with as bright of a grin as he could muster. “Sooo, um, better get moving. To Star. To see my friends.”

Barry raced home in seconds and quickly grabbed his laptop, sending a Skype request to Felicity. Luckily she answered within minutes.

“Hi, Barry!” she said brightly.

Barry sat down and gave her a pleading look. “If anyone asks, I’m visiting you and Ollie tonight!” he said quickly.

A second later Oliver appeared on the screen behind his girlfriend. “And we’re lying why?” he asked sternly.

Barry pinched the bridge of his nose and sucked in a shaky breath. “Please don’t kill me,” he whined. He opened his eyes and looked at them both. “I have a date tonight and I don’t want anyone here knowing who it’s with. Not yet, anyway. So I told Iris and the others that I was visiting you guys tonight.”

Ollie’s expression hardened. “Barry,” he said in a warning voice.

Barry’s shoulders slumped. He had never been able to hold out against Ollie’s ‘Arrow’ voice. “Mick Rory,” he whispered. “I’m having dinner with Mick Rory.” He swallowed quickly. “I know he’s a Rogue, and a thief, but he’s also with the Legends now, and we’ve talked a few times, just casual stuff, and last night we ran into one another after really, and I mean REALLY, bad blind dates and got to talking and he’s actually a pretty nice guy and he kisses so good and I like him and I think he likes me too and I really want to see if this is a thing but I know that no one will understand and pleasedontkillmeorhim.”

Felicity and Ollie stared at Barry for a full minute before Ollie rolled his eyes and moved away from the camera. “Fine,” he growled.

Felicity smiled widely and giggled. “Your secret is safe with us,” she promised.

Barry’s jaw dropped. “Y-you aren’t mad?” he asked with wonder.

Off screen he heard Ollie. “You’re a good judge of character, Barry. As long as he doesn’t hurt you, we’re good.”

Felicity gave him her fiercest frown, which just looked more like a constipated puppy than anything scary. “But if he does, I’m sending Ollie and Thea after him,” she warned.

Barry grinned back at her. “Thanks, guys. You don’t even know how much I appreciate this!”

“If it works out, we expect to officially meet him,” Ollie called out.

“Deal!” Barry laughed before signing off. He took a moment to calm down before heading to the shower. He needed to get dinner ready and then get dressed. Mick would be there in two hours.

It was actually a lot easier to spend time together than they thought it would be. At least once a week they had dinner together at Barry’s apartment, unless Mick was gone with the Legends. They talked every day, even aboard the Waverider, thanks to the Waverider’s Gideon being linked to the version Barry had smuggled out of STAR Labs.

Len and Lisa were still suspicious of Mick’s frequent excursions, but Mick simply said he was with a prostitute. NO ONE wanted details. Iris stopped hinting around that she was interested in dating and just straight forward asked Barry out. Barry told him all about the incredibly awkward talk they had. Having Barry reject her, no matter how gently, made Iris pull away. Barry said he had seen very little of her since then. He was a bit saddened by this, since she had been his best friend for so long, but it was also a bit of a relief not to be in that situation anymore.

Mick would like to say they took things slowly and eased into a relationship, but that’s not what happened. They didn’t even finish their lasagna that first night before they were kissing. Halfway through their first date they were in Barry’s bed. They ate the dessert for breakfast.

Mick had never had such a gentle relationship. Normally it took a long time for someone to relax enough for them to become emotionally intimate with him. Even then, most of the people he attracted were rough and tumble types. Not Barry. He was passionate but attentive. Slow kisses, caring touches, and tender words were exchanged. He made Mick feel desirable. Even during their more ‘vigorous’ nights, he never doubted that Barry treasured him. Mick had fallen hard for his boyfriend. Even better, he knew, without a doubt, that Barry loved him, too, because Barry had said so just four months into the relationship.

They had just left Oliver and Felicity at their hotel after dinner and were walking through the same park they first kissed in when Barry suddenly stopped walking and looked at Mick shyly.

“What’s wrong?” he had asked.

Barry braced himself and took Mick’s hands in his. “I love you,” he said softly.

Mick had been shocked for all of five seconds before pulling Barry into his arms tightly. “I love you, too,” he had whispered fervently.

Of course, they should have expected things to blow up in their faces. They had gotten too comfortable. To relaxed. Which is why they were now standing in the middle of the lab, surrounded by angry friends and family. Oh, and Joe West had a gun pointed at Barry. Why Barry? Because he was currently shielding Mick from the detective.

One Hour Earlier

Mick had been on the time ship, helping to fix a time aberration in 1918. When they finally headed back to 2017, they discovered a problem with the ship’s shields and Sara thought it would be a good idea to ask Cisco to help Jax fix it. They usually tried to return to as near the same time that they left as they could, but with the ship damaged, it wasn’t possible this time.

It had been over a month since they had been together. It was risky and stupid, but they hadn’t been apart for that long since they started dating. Needless to say, as soon as they possibly could, he and Barry snuck away to one of the lower storage rooms.

Within seconds of the door shutting Barry had them both undressed. Mick loved it when he used his speed. The rush of air, the spike of adrenaline, even the slight burn of friction all combined to set his blood on fire. He had Barry pinned to the wall, those long legs wrapped tight around his waist and their mouths sealed together when the door opened and Ray, Cisco and Sara spotted them.

So, now they were standing in the cortex, most of their friends and family shouting at them, or each other. Mick slid his hands around Barry’s waist and pulled his back against his chest. Barry immediately relaxed into his embrace. Suddenly there was a loud whirl as the cold gun powered up and everyone shut up.

Len stepped into the center of the room and snatched the gun from West almost as fast as Barry could have. “Everyone chill out!” he demanded.

West made a grab for his gun, but Barry zipped forward, grabbed Len and zipped back into Mick’s arms. West’s jaw dropped as he stared at his foster son. “Barry!”

Barry released Len, moving him to stand beside Mick. “Okay,” he said in a strained voice. “So, Mick and I are dating.”

“Are you crazy?!” Iris demanded. “HIM?”

“Hey!” Mick growled.

Barry reached down and linked his hands with Mick’s. “Stop it, everyone,” the speedster said calmly. “I’m in love with Mick. And he loves me.”

“How?” demanded Caitlin, eyeing Mick with suspicion. “Barry, he’s a villain!”

“No, he’s a legend,” Barry argued. “Just like Len or Ray or Sara or Professor Stein.” Len snorted and Barry shot him a glare. “Not helping,” he mumbled.

Mick huffed and looked out at the group. “It ain’t nobody’s business.”

“Of course it is!” West snapped. “You’re not good enough for him!”

“Joe, please,” Barry pleaded. “Don’t do this.”

“Barry, this is crazy!” Iris yelled. “He’s using you!”

Barry shook his head. “Mick wouldn’t do that. Iris, we’ve been together almost a year. If he was going to use me, he would have done it a long time ago.”

“A year?” Len asked with narrowed eyes. “I’m guessing more like ten months.”

“Too damn smart for your own good,” Mick chuckled. “Ten months and four days.”

“So, Barry’s a hooker, huh?” Len teased.

Barry rolled his eyes and gave Len a grin. “Kept you from asking for details, didn’t it?”

Len gave a surprised laugh. “Don’t think I won’t be asking for them now, Scarlet.”

“Excuse me!” Iris said shrilly. “This isn’t a laughing matter!”

“You can’t date a criminal!” Joe said loudly.

Sara stepped forward, arms crossed as she studied Mick and Barry. “How did this happen?” she asked.

Barry sighed, but it was Mick who answered. “We got to talking one night. Nothing special. Just two guys commiserating over being lonely. Ran into each other a few more times. Then, one night we both had bad blind dates and sort of bumped into one another again. Got to talking. Then kissing. Had dinner the next night. Been together ever since.”

Barry looked around the room. “We didn’t tell any of you because we knew you’d react like this.”

“How serious can it be if you kept it a secret from everyone?” demanded Caitlin.

“Not everyone,” Barry admitted. “Ollie and Felicity know.”

“So does Hartley,” Mick said. “I asked him to pull some strings and get us tickets to a play a few months back.”

“Rathaway knew before me?” Len grumbled.

“He doesn’t pun,” Barry smirked.

“Heathen,” Len teased.

“I can’t believe this!” Joe shouted.

Barry took a deep breath and stepped out of the shelter of Mick’s arms. “Okay,” he said firmly. “Here’s the deal. Mick and I are dating. We’re a couple. That’s not going to change just because some of you object.” Cisco started to open his mouth but Barry hurried on. “And I swear to god, if anyone questions us, argues with us or even makes a snide comment, I will go into explicit detail about every single thing we’ve ever done together.” Barry pointed a finger at the group and narrowed his eyes. “EXPLICIT DETAIL! With lots of adjectives! And maybe hand puppets.”

Mick leaned in close to Len, gripped his partner’s shoulder and whispered. “He vibrates.”

Len made a choking sound, his eyes sweeping over Barry quickly. Barry rolled his eyes and grabbed Mick’s hand. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I haven’t seen my boyfriend in way too long.”

Seconds later Mick found himself in Barry’s apartment. Barry turned to hug him, but jumped in surprise to find Len slumped over gasping for breath, Mick’s hand still gripping his shoulder. Barry rubbed the back of his head. “Um, sorry?”

Len tried to glare, but it was a weak effort. “I hate that.”

Mick chuckled. “I love it.”

“You would,” Len sneered. He finally got his stomach to settle and stood up straight. He looked around the apartment before glancing at Barry. “I hope this wasn’t an invitation. You’re cute, Scarlet, but I have no interest in seeing Mick’s ass.”

Barry smirked and waved toward the door. “Well, I do, so go away.”

Len chuckled and opened the door. He paused before stepping outside, turning to face them. “Just so you know, I’m glad for you both. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on you, Scarlet, but I don’t object either.”

Mick locked the door after Len stepped into the hallway. He turned and pulled Barry to him gently. “So, how bad’s it gonna get, you think?”

Barry wrapped his arms around Mick’s neck and sighed. “They’ll eventually settle down. Until then, we’ll just have to deal with whatever happens. As long as we’re together, nothing else matters.”

Mick smiled and kissed Barry softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

Barry grinned into the kiss. “Let’s go to bed, Mick.”

Mick picked him up and walked down the hall toward the bedroom. “Love you, Barry.”

“Love you, too, Mick.”

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Ten Months pt 2

Eleven Months Earlier

For once, Mick opted out of running a heist with the Rogues. He had a cough and fever and was in no shape to go with Snart, Lisa, Mardon and Scudder to Keystone. Instead he had dragged himself to the closest pharmacy to stock up on NyQuil, cough drops and tissues. He was about to approach the register when two twenty-somethings ran in, waving a handgun, and demanding money, cigarettes and drugs.

Mick was just reaching for his heat gun when the air became electrified and the Flash zipped in. In the blink of an eye, the two would-be thieves were bound and gagged. Mick tensed as the hero spotted him. A second later his world spun violently. When he found himself on solid footing, he began coughing roughly.

A hand gently rubbed his back as he tried to catch his breath. When his lungs finally caught up and his vision cleared he looked up angrily at the hero. “Are you trying to kill me?” he growled.

The Flash shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. “Um, sorry. There was a patrol car pulling into the parking lot. Figured you might not want to be there when they found the thieves.”

Mick’s jaw dropped as he straightened up. “You… helped me?”

Before the kid could answer, he was struck by another violent coughing fit. The Flash began patting his back again. Once the fit was over the kid took his hand and pulled him down a short hall. Halfway there, his legs began to buckle and his eyes began to roll up. The next thing Mick knew, he was stripped down to his boxers, tucked under a thick, familiar quilt and there was a medicine cup right in front of his face.

“Stop speeding!” he growled, eyes drifting shut. (If it sounded more like a whine, he wasn’t admitting it.)

A soft hand laid on his forehead and he cracked one eye open to look up. He vaguely made out flyaway brown hair and those spectacular green eyes, but the rest was blurry. “Take the medicine, Mick,” The Flash urged gently. “You’re safe here.”

Mick swallowed the bitter liquid and let his head fall back on the pillow. Safe? Of course he was safe. The Kid was taking care of him, he thought sleepily.

When he woke up, he was feeling a lot better. No more fever and his cough was mostly gone. He was also in his own bed in safe house 4. Beside him was a note.

Rory,

There’s more NyQuil and cough drops in the kitchen, along with a pot of tea. You just have to heat it up. Make sure you drink it all, it’ll help with the nausea. Also, there’s some bath salts on the sink in the bathroom. They’ll help with the achy muscles. Just follow the instructions on the tag.

Flash

Mick vaguely remembered someone holding him up and helping him sip something warm and soothing. He had the impression that same someone had bathed away the clammy sweat on his upper body when his fever broke. He even remembered a warm body curled around him trying to stop his chills.

He re-read the note with awe. The Flash had nursed him through his illness. Why? More importantly, what would he expect in return?

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He didn’t want anything. In fact, he didn’t even hint about taking care of Mick when they faced off a week later. He bantered with Cold, blushed at Lisa’s teasing and managed to take back the paintings he and Cold were carrying. The only indication that the Flash gave of helping Mick was the slight brush of the kid’s ungloved hand over his forehead just before he swiped the Van Gogh out of Mick’s hands. It warmed him to know the kid was checking for a fever. --------------------------------------------------------------- Lisa and Rathaway were scooting out the back door of the warehouse while Len and Mick held the Flash off. Len kept punning, and Mick was certain he saw the kid roll his eyes at least once. The Flash raced forward, sending the cold gun skittering across the warehouse floor. Mick sent a wide arc of fire toward the hero, who ducked behind a support beam and tried to catch his breath.

“Dammit, guys! Didn’t we just do this same thing last week?” the kid yelled. “Shouldn’t you be with the Legends or something? Aren’t you supposed to be heroes now?”

Len dove for his gun and managed to freeze the Flash’s leg to the beam. He stood and smirked, pushing his goggles down. “Nice try, Scarlet,” he purred, “but a thief is a thief is a thief.”

“Stupid puns,” the hero muttered.

The sound of sirens approaching signaled it was time to go. Len ran for the exit and Mick followed. He did paused for just a second to look back at the kid, who was busy breaking apart the ice holding him in place. He had to admit, seeing the Flash bent over, on display, his body heated up just a little (okay, a lot).

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Ten Months pt 1

Mick knew that eventually it would all come to light. Secrets never stayed secret forever. Someone, somehow, always found out. Of course, he never expected them to be ‘fully exposed’ when they were exposed.

Twelve Months Earlier

“Heatwave?”

“Flash.”

“Um, hi?”

“Hey.”

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….

…..

“Soooooo, why are you sitting on the edge of a bridge?”

“Ain’t jumpin’, Kid, if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”

“Well, kinda,” the Flash said carefully. “You’re sitting on the railing of a bridge well known for it’s suicide rate.”

“I like the view,” Mick grumbled. “Cheers me up.”

The superhero slowly approached and sat a foot away from his enemy. He looked out over the river and skyline and nodded. “Hmm. It is rather nice.”

Mick hummed in agreement. He sipped the beer he had brought with him and glanced at the man beside him. “Gonna try and bust me?” he grumbled after a few minutes of silence. He was surprised by the confusion in the kid’s green eyes.

“For what?”

“I’m a thief, in case ya forgot,” he pointed out.

The Flash snorted and began swinging his legs. “Nah, I remember. But you haven’t stolen anything tonight.” He paused and stared at Mick closely. “Have you?”

He shook his head and sighed. “Nope. Might have been a better night if’n I had.”

The Flash stared at him with a hint of worry. “Um, are you sure you’re okay?”

Mick knew he should get up and leave. Or make the hero leave. Instead he took another drink and sighed. “Seven,” he mumbled. “Seven potential dates in the past 2 months that barely got past the introductions. Tonight’s date never even showed up. Or maybe they did, got a good look at me and left. Who knows?” He waited for the teasing or derision that he just knew was coming. Instead the Flash looked at him with surprise. Not the ‘eww’ kind of surprise, either.

“Wow,” the hero mumbled. “If you can’t get a date, why am I even bothering to try?”

Mick looked at him curiously. “What’s that mean?” It didn’t sound like the kid was making fun of him.

“Well,” he said, motioning toward Mick vaguely, “you’re tall, muscular, handsome and got the whole ‘bad boy’ thing going for you. Women like that, don’t they? I’m just a skinny nerd.”

Mick’s eyes were wide with surprise as the hero slumped beside him. “Men,” he managed to blurt out. The Flash looked up and Mick shrugged a little self-consciously. “I’m gay.”

The criminal underworld wasn’t exactly progressive, so it wasn’t something he pointed out very often. He was lucky in that he was big enough and scary enough that most of the homophobia prevalent among old school criminals bypassed him. Plus he had Snart on his side. There were few people who would willingly piss off Snart.

The Flash shrugged. “Don’t guys like a bad boy, too?”

“I would think they like heroes more,” he said cautiously. “You don’t care I’m gay?”

The kid snorted, legs still swinging side to side. “I’m bi, myself. As for the hero thing, even if they did, it’s not like I can go around telling potential dates I’m the Flash. I’m pretty sure it says so in the rule book.”

“There’s a rule book for being a superhero?” Mick teased, finishing his beer and tossing the bottle into the river. The kid shot him a disapproving look before answering.

“I’m fairly certain there’s a manual somewhere. I’ve never read it, but the way The Arrow from Starling talks, there are definitely some rules I’m not following as closely as he would like.”

Mick grinned, enjoying the conversation. “Such as?”

“Cutting deals with rogues, for one,” The Flash grinned back.

Mick felt a swirl of desire warm his belly and looked away. The last thing he needed was to get a crush on his own enemy. He didn’t fall easily, but when he did, he fell hard. The Flash was definitely his type, from what he had seen so far. Smart, kind, and funny were hard enough to resist. Throw in that delectable body and those wide expressive eyes, and he could easy be absolutely gone on the kid if he wasn’t careful.

Mick cleared his throat and looked out over the city again. “So, you hit a dry spell, too?”

The Flash huffed and shrugged. “Going on a full year, now.” He blushed and looked away quickly. “I mean, I guess I could date Iris. She’s been hinting around that she’s interested, but it took me years to get over her and finally be okay with just being friends. Not sure I want to drag all that back up.”

“Why not, if she’s finally into you?” Mick asked.

The kid was quiet for a moment before looking over at him. “Because I think she’s just lonely. I’m convenient. She knows how I used to feel. Her fiancee died a year ago, and she’s tired of being alone, but not ready to get back into the dating scene. I wouldn’t just be the rebound, I’d be the stepping stone to getting her life back together.”

“That sucks,” Mick commiserated.

The speedster shrugged calmly. “Not really. Like I said, I moved on. Unfortunately, she’s the only person interested in me, and I know it would be a disaster. So, dry spell,” he said wryly.

Mick reached into the small cooler by the railing and pulled out two beers. He silently handed one to the kid and popped the top off of his own. He clinked the two bottle necks together before taking a long pull of his. “May we both have better luck tomorrow,” he toasted.

He smiled slightly as the Flash grinned and popped the cap off with a nod. By the time the sun came up four more empty glass bottles rested at the bottom of the river and the two men were long gone, each one having gone in a different direction, more relaxed than when they had arrived.

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