#ColdFlashWeek2016

[lady-divine-writes]

Coldflash one-shot - “Racking Up Points” (Rated T)

Len following Barry around Central City started out as surveillance, a way to learn The Flash's secrets. But the more time Len spent following Barry, the more he got it into his head to start helping Barry out here and there ... so Barry would end up owing him one. Yup. That's the reason. (2416 words)

Warning for mention of injuries.

Originally written for the @coldflashweek2016 prompt 'saving each other'.

Read on AO3.

Following The Flash wasn’t supposed to become a past time for Len. It had started out as research. Strategy. Barry Allen was Len’s only real roadblock to getting anything done in Central City, and now that Len had decided to extend his stay, he needed to know how to defeat him. Len had already learned two of Barry’s biggest weaknesses – his compassion for others and his secret identity. But those were no longer leverage enough. Len had to really wedge himself underneath Barry’s skin like a splinter, become a permanent presence, but not as a simple adversary. He had to evolve into something that would spark Barry’s interest.

A pet project.

Len had to constantly blur the line between good and evil, be ambiguous enough in Barry’s eyes that no matter what he did, Barry would see him as redeemable.

That way, Barry would always give him another chance.

But following The Flash around had become fun. When Barry wasn’t in the midst of a battle, performing superhuman stunts and flinging witty one-liners, he was actually a bit of a klutz. In the time since Len had started chasing him down, he’d watched Barry smack into more flagpoles, trip over more air, and destroy more asphalt than Len thought humanly possible.

If Barry wasn’t a superhero, Central City would be shaking him down for millions in repair costs.

Len kind of regretted not recording all of Barry’s foul ups and uploading them to YouTube. He could sell his videos to the news stations and make some serious bank. And with the amount of conspiracy theorists trolling the Internet, searching for clues to The Flash’s secret identity, maybe he could start a subscription only service and live off the residuals. Then he could hang up his cold gun for good.

If anything, it could be a way to transition Lisa out of this life of crime he’d unintentionally initiated her into. She could be the face in front of the camera, talking before the clips, and Len could work behind the scenes, providing the content.

The only downside was that if anyone found out that the recordings came from Len, they might stop seeing him as a credible threat and start seeing him as a fanboy. He’d have to quit crime altogether, possibly join Team Flash, and fight for truth, justice, and the American way.

Len chuckled at the absurdity. Like that could ever happen. Still, in another life, it might be something to think about.

For being a superhero with a secret identity, who performed secret experimentation in a secret lab, The Flash wasn’t that difficult to find. It didn’t matter that Len hadn’t finished high school, which Dr. Snow kindly kept reminding the members of their team. It didn’t take a lot of intelligence to use a screwdriver and a soldering iron. Or to buy a police scanner and a drone. S.T.A.R. Labs had their fingerprints on tech all over the city. Even with the cheap, electronic devices readily available to the average thirteen-year-old who’d swiped their parents’ credit card, tracking S.T.A.R. Labs wasn’t rocket science.

The trick was not to let them know that Len was watching. The second they knew, they’d find a way to knock him out, and then he’d have to start over from scratch. But by then, they might up their game. Len wasn’t afraid of a challenge. He was always up for improving his skill set. But there was no reason to make things harder than necessary.

But lately, Len had gone from casual observer to participant, and it happened quite by accident. The first time, it was to save his own skin. He was made by a guy during a robbery The Flash was thwarting. Whoever he was, he thought Len was an undercover cop. Len was fine to leave him be and let The Flash handle him, take him to jail with all the other rejects, but the man called Len out. So Len took him out of the picture. Len realized later that by doing so, he’d eliminated a threat for The Flash.

And it felt good.

Little by little, Len started interfering more – took out a henchman here, tripped up a metahuman there, sometimes with his gun, sometimes with his bare hands. He liked to think that he may have saved Barry’s neck a couple of times. Len had no intention of jumping ship, but he did find himself embracing his inner chaotic neutral. It didn’t seem fair that Barry was out on the streets, risking his neck on his own, with his whole team watching from the safety of S.T.A.R. Labs. Len would think that at least Cisco would be willing to get his hands dirty. Cisco had the balls. He’d defended Barry against Len with that super powered cold gun (which Len had discovered later through spy drone surveillance was actually a super powered vacuum cleaner), but Len hadn’t seen Cisco hit the bricks since.

Maybe Len was giving Ramon too much credit. Maybe he was just a one and done kind of guy.

And yeah, Barry had the CCPD on his side, but it seemed like they’d slack off a bit once they heard that The Flash was headed for the scene.

It seemed to Len that the police in this town needed to get off their asses and earn a buck.

Well, if they weren’t, then Len would.

Not because he felt sorry for the kid, but because he liked The Flash owing him one. He’d keep racking up the points and then turn them in for something big later on. And as for watching Barry’s back, well, all those brownie points that Len had been accruing wouldn’t be worth anything to him if Barry was dead.

Yeah. He'd keep telling himself that. Considering the fact that he wasn’t keeping any evidence of the good deeds he’d done, the likelihood that he’d be able to convince Barry that he’d been giving him a hand was next to nil.

Tonight, Len was stalking Mr. Incredible while he rescued textile workers from a structure fire. The warehouse in flames was located only a few miles outside of town, but Len didn’t know why fire crews hadn’t shown up yet. The fire had to be visible for miles around. Deep in his gut, Len had a bad feeling that this might be some sort of inside job, but he didn’t have the connections to check on that hunch. For now, he’d have to wait things out and make sure that Golden Boy didn’t get himself into too much trouble.

If Barry did go up in flames, Len had his gun on him. He could just cool Barry off.

Sweep after sweep, The Flash raced in and out, pulling singed workers to safety two at a time and depositing them God knew where. Couldn’t be Police Plaza, because then they’d be here to lend a hand, wouldn’t they?

Just as Barry zipped back in from his last delivery, a gold Buick Century pulled up and parked not too far from Len. From the make and model of their vehicle – widely available and highly forgettable – Len knew that whoever was driving had to have something to do with this. Len slouched down to watch as two men dressed in black got out. They weren’t firemen, and they definitely weren’t cops, but Len had a feeling that they were here to lend a hand.

They stood in front of their car and watched the building burn. Len watched, too, wondering where Barry was. Did he get everyone out? Was he doing one final sweep? Did he notice the men pull up and decide to lay low, wait to see what they’d do?

Was he stuck inside, in some sort of trouble?

“Seems to be flaming up pretty nicely,” the first man said with a self-satisfied chuckle.

“Yeah,” his cohort agreed. “But it’s gonna take a while to burn completely, ain’t it?”

“Yup.” The first man reached into his jacket and pulled a black package out of his pocket. “So why don’t we help it along?” He tossed the brick-shaped package overhand into the flames. Both men raced back and ducked behind their car. Len hit the deck as far down to the floor as he could.

He wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but when you’re on a sinking ship, you follow the rats.

Before Len could even consider Barry in all this, the building blew, walls crumbling, windows shattering, fire spitting out so hot Len could feel it through the sturdy metal doors of his own boosted Buick Skylark with the windows rolled up, parked some 50 feet away. Len didn’t know if there had been anyone left in that building, but the only person Len was even remotely worried about had been shot out a fourth floor window. With his head down, Len heard Barry hit the ground, an Oompf! of pain the last sound he made, but Len couldn’t look up right away to check on him. A second, more powerful explosion followed the first, this time shattering the windows of his car and spraying his bowed back with glass.

“Jesus Christ!” one of the men crowed. He yelled something else that Len couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears. But when something close to words started to penetrate his brain again, Len made out the words “… think it’s The Flash.”

“It is The Flash,” Len heard, the words accompanied by the crunching of glass and the kicking of rubble as the men walked the distance from their car to Barry’s body. “Do you think he’s dead?”

“I don’t know. That was some killer fall he took.”

“Well, he ain’t moving.”

Len held his breath. He’d seen Barry take a hit before. Hell, Len had shot him before. And each time, Barry recovered, gotten to his feet and fought back. But from the sounds of it, Barry wasn’t this time. Len didn’t know if it was a part of some elaborate plan on Barry’s part, or because he couldn’t. But his friends would know. They monitor his every move. Where the hell was the S.T.A.R. Labs van? Where was Caitlin and Cisco and Joe to save the day?

“Hey! Wanna make this a double payday?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Let’s check under the mask. Find out who this Flash character really is. That’s gotta be worth somethin’ to someone, right?”

That was the point when Len knew Barry needed him. Not Caitlin or Cisco, not the police or the fire department. Him. Leonard Snart.

Besides, the only criminal in Central City who knew who The Flash really was was Leonard Snart, and Len refused to share that franchise.

Len climbed off the floor and got out of his car just as the two men started crouching down. The first man, the man who had thrown what Len guessed was some kind of explosive into the burning building, was fingering the edge of Barry’s mask when Len called out, “Hey!” By the time they turned around, Len had his gun powered up and raised. “No peeking.”

It wasn’t one of his best quips. His powers of snark weren’t as strong as Barry’s. But at least the men didn’t get the chance to clap back.

Len froze them both where they stood.

Len didn’t run over to Barry right away. He watched, waiting for him to spring up off the ground and zoom away like he usually did, but this time, Barry wasn’t moving. With the two men frozen stiff beside him, Len couldn’t even tell if Barry was breathing.

“Shit!” Len hurried across the debris-strewn asphalt. He still didn’t know why emergency vehicles were nowhere to be seen, but Len had to assume they would arrive any time. He had to move quick before anyone actually got it into their thick skulls to show up. “Barry!” Len hissed as he got closer. “Barry, are you alright? Barry! Why aren’t you getting up, Barry?”

Len heard more crunching of glass and gravel before he saw Barry’s head move. “Snart?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Len replied, trying not to sound relieved. “That’s quite some fall you took there. How ya feelin’?”

Barry looked up at Len with an unfocused, squinty stare. “Peachy.”

Len laughed at having his own sarcastic remark thrown back at him. “Seriously. What’s the deal? I thought you were indestructible.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

“You think anything’s broken?” Len asked, eager to get a move on.

“No. I … I don’t think so.” Barry tried to sit up, but after raising his torso about an inch off the ground, he gave up and settled back down. “Did you do this?”

“Sadly no. Not this time. But I’m here to help you.”

Barry’s total confusion was almost more painful to look at than the black and blues blossoming across his face. “Why?”

“Don’t know. I think it has something to do with that face you make when you realize that you owe me.” Barry’s face scrunches, and Len points. “There it is. That’s the face. Now, come on, Flash. Let’s get you outta here. You need medical attention. You look pretty banged up.”

“No,” Barry said, giving Len no assistance whatsoever when the man tried to help him to his feet. Though, to be fair, he’d just been thrown from a burning building and landed on his spine. “Just leave me here.”

“Now why would you want me to do that?”

“It hurts less.”

“No dice. I don’t know where the cops are, but I’m here. I might as well get you out of harm’s way.” Len took off his parka and wrapped Barry up in it, not just to keep him warm, but to shield him from prying eyes, both good and bad.

“D-don’t you n-need your c-coat?” Barry groaned, suddenly shivering as Len carried him away from the fire, his adrenaline levels dropping, his body shutting down to help him recover faster. “It’s the m-middle of winter. It h-has to b-be fr-freezing out here.”

“Meh,” Len said. “The cold never bothered me anyway.”

“No … No!” Barry groaned. “You c-can’t rescue m-me if you’re g-going to quote F-frozen.”

Len wasn’t actually quoting Frozen, but now that he knew it bugged Barry, he did what he felt any true chaotic neutral would do.

“Let it go, Barry.” Len smirked, carrying Barry to his waiting car. “Just let it go.”

[crimsondomingo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Captain Cold/The Flash Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon Additional Tags: Soulmates, Recreational Drug Use, First Kiss, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soulmate-Identifying Marks Summary:

Barry has finally given up on ever meeting his soulmate. He just wants a night to forget. Saints and Sinners seems like the perfect place and has nothing to do with possibly running into Leonard Snart.

My contribution to the @coldflashweek2016 Winter Gift Exchange for 2017, as prompted by @irisofthemyscira for ‘soulmates’. Thank you for so many great ideas, I hope this one is enjoyable for you.

Extra props to @coldtomyflash for making one of the best soulmate AUs ever and for always being an inspiration.

[redhoods]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart Additional Tags: brief appearances by the others, timelines are fake, Fix-It of Sorts Summary:

Rip’s obnoxious voice rings through his head, droning on about paradoxes and as much as Len doesn’t trust him as far as Mick can throw him, paradoxes have played a part in practically every sci-fi movie Len has ever seen and he’s not too keen on the idea of one himself.

And yet, he’s still standing there, wishing he were face to face with his own Barry but still selfish and greedy enough to appreciate this older one. The way Barry is looking at him, though, tells him his appreciation isn’t unwanted.

another gift for @coldflashweek2016 this one is for @goldenglder and it was very interesting to write mostly because TIMELINES???? how do they work??? we just don’t know.

[mewwitch]

Summary: Mick's husband is an idiot. An oblivious idiot who never learned to do basic human things like 'using his words' or 'recognizing his own feelings'. 

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Happy ColdFlash Winter Gift Exchange Everyone!!

My Gift recipient is @Malicious_Intent and I decided to combine two of the prompts from their list. I hope you like it M_I!!!

@coldflashweek2016

[snarkysnartes-blog]

Chapters: ½ Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Iris West, Lisa Snart, Mick Rory Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Wingfic Summary:

Barry Allen is a meta, not just any meta but a very special one that Damien Dahrk has his eyes set on. Leonard Snart is rescued by Barry one night and promises to keep his secret, along with protecting him

Written for the @coldflashweek2016 winter exchange 

@theoriginalicreamqueen you were my giftee!

[iamnotthrowingawaymyship]

My fic for the @coldflashweek2016  Holiday Gift Exchange!! I can’t tell you how much fun this was to write!!! 

[coldtomyflash]

Hi, I hope you can help me. I'm looking for the Coldfash week 2017A schedule but can't find the tumblr that has the schedule. I remember that day one is protectiveness/jealous and day two is soulmates but can't remember the other dates. Can you help?

This would be this post :)

And the tumblr account is @coldflashweek2016, because it’s the same person doing the ship week(s) this year as last year.

[moriavis]

FIRST

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project

WHICH PROJECT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

Blargh. Fine. Have a line from the ABO fic I’m writing for @coldflashweek2016

~*~

When Leonard moved, Barry couldn’t look away; each step was slow and measured as he paced the length of the room, needing -- as always -- to make sure he had multiple exits.

~*~

(here’s the meme!)

[johnnyutahh]

oh goodness, a little bit late but I made this for the last day of coldflash week a while ago and just forgot.... MY BAD! 

(domestic coldflash + christmas bc why not) 

[samsaysno]

ColdFlash Week, Day 1: Secret Identity

Hooking up with your professor is one thing, but when Barry finds out that the same professor he’s been hooking up with is the man he’s been fighting on the weekends? Well, that complicates things...

[lady-divine-writes]

Coldflash one-shot “No Guts, No Glory” (Rated NC17)

Apparently being blown by Barry Allen is a spiritual experience. (2401 words)

Written for the @coldflashweek2016 prompt 'Secret Identity'. Warning for oral sex and some angst.

Read on AO3.

God, Len moans without actually saying a word. It’s a breath, an exhalation with no volume, no tone, swirling hot in his mouth and filling his head without it ever entering the atmosphere. Out where he can be heard, he keeps his trap shut tight, biting into his wrist to keep from slipping. He occasionally slams his hand on the wall when the urge to throw his head back and let loose becomes too much. His hips stutter forward, and Len hears Barry choke, but he doesn’t worry too much about it.

Slamming his dick down Barry’s throat only seems to make Barry want him more. It makes him go harder, take Len deeper. But Len goes still when he feels Barry’s nose graze his groin, the back of Barry’s tongue squeezing his head as he swallows. Len tries to concentrate on something else, anything else – sport stats, armored truck schedules, the rising price of gasoline, the specs on his gun - so he doesn’t lose himself too quickly and shoot down Barry’s throat.

Len only gets this two days a week. He sure as fuckin’ hell’s gonna make it last.

Len doesn’t know why it’s different with Barry. Len's had his fair share of mouth on his dick, probably more than his fair share (if Mick’s constant griping about his own current dry streak is anything to go by). Barry shouldn’t be as spectacular as he is. But he is. There are the superficial reasons why - his handsome face, his athletic body, his surprisingly talented tongue. And the vibrating, of course. Barry keeps that mostly in check, succumbing to a gently simmering pulse when he gets excited. It’s a unique experience, but nothing earth shattering; something Len could achieve at home with a fleshjack and a Hitachi wand set on low. Then there’s the superhero thing. Len can’t help fanboying over Barry just a little bit. Len grew up on a steady diet of comic books and cartoons, especially after his dad became an abusive drunken bastard. Superheroes are supposed to save the day, and a lot of saving needed to be done in the Snart household.

Maybe Barry showed up about thirty years too late, but he has tried to save Len from himself a number of times. But more importantly, Barry saved Lisa from said abusive bastard, which gave Len an opening to kill the asshole. So, in essence, superhero Barry Allen did what Len had been praying someone would do his whole young life.

He helped Len rid himself of his old man once and for all.

Having all of that on his knees is a powerful aphrodisiac. But being with Barry does things to Len that he never expected, things that have started to leave their mark. It makes him feel young again. Makes him feel new. It transports him back to a less complicated time. It reminds him that things used to be different, he used to be different.

It reminds him of what innocence and hope feel like.

Len had dreams when he was younger that had nothing to do with being a criminal. He was a boy who never realized that the sum total of his life would include lying, robbing, and killing. Len had wanted so much when he was a child. He wanted to go to college, be a star athlete, maybe run for public office.

Len smiles wryly before his lips wrap around another silent moan. Right. Leonard Snart, Mayor of Central City. What a bizarre, fucked up world that would be, huh?

Then again, stranger things have happened.

Look at the position he’s in now?

It was two months ago when Barry walked in to the secret back bathroom of Saints and Sinners and started this “relationship”. Len was stoked at his insane luck. He thought he was getting one over on The Flash, but he was wrong. The second Barry put his mouth on Len, it was game over. Now Len’s hanging around in the dark on Sunday and Monday nights, waiting like a fidgety teenager for Barry to arrive. Len doesn’t know why Barry does it, nor does he care. The point is that Len can’t seem to quit Barry Allen ... but if Barry ever finds out that Len's on the opposite side of his favorite glory hole, that'll be the end of this.

Len had seen Barry come in to the bar that night. He didn’t stop by the pool tables, didn’t order a drink, just walked straight to the bar and the greasy old man standing behind it. Len saw Barry lean across, talk in the man’s ear. Then the man directed Barry to the back with a toss of his head. Len grinned big and bright, teeth bared. In the midst of a warm summer evening, it suddenly felt like Christmas. Len knew exactly where Barry was going, and he couldn’t wait to join him.

In Saints and Sinners’ infamous glory hole.

The glory hole is made up of two private bathrooms (from back when S&S was a classy establishment apparently) that share a common wall. So, being the sleazy place this is, the ownership drilled a hole in the (astonishingly thin) wall to let patrons get each other off back there, provided you know a friend of a friend who keys you in on the secret.

Len is really curious which friend tipped Barry off. (Len’s money is on Cisco. It’s always the nerdy, goofy ones you have to keep your eyes on … obviously …) Len followed, ready to get the drop on Barry. He’d have a field day catching Barry in that compromising position, snag himself some nice, incriminating cell phone pics to boot. Len already knew that Barry Allen was The Flash, but that nugget of info didn’t seem to carry the same punch anymore. He needed something new to hold over Barry’s head.

With no one waiting to service the hole, an opportunity presented itself. Len didn’t know exactly what he intended to do when he went into that bathroom, but he had no problem playing things by ear. Barry’s just being there could supply Len with prime blackmail material. Len just had to decide what he wanted.

Barry heard Len walk into the adjoining bathroom and lock the door. Without so much as a How do you do? Barry said, “Dick out.”

It wasn’t shy or apologetic, and it wasn’t a request. It was a command. Len had heard Barry throw around plenty of those, usually accompanied by some sappy comment about his knowing that Len was good at heart, which Len snickered at and rolled his eyes. But this command was raw. Compelling. Barry didn’t know who was behind that wall and he didn’t care. He wanted something, and he wasn’t asking for permission. He was there to take it. Len wasn’t into being dominated, but this side of Barry intrigued him. It was all the confidence and self-assurance of the superhero without the suit. As much as Len teased Barry about being a kid out past his bedtime, Barry was far from that.

In that second, Len knew what he wanted.

This. This was what he wanted.

Barry Allen.

It took Len all of a half second to comply.

At first, Len pictured Barry doing this to rage against his image. It must be hard being a goody-goody all the time. Not that Len didn’t believe Barry was a good person. He’d proven that an infuriating number of times. But when you do good things for people, they begin to take you for granted.

And they rarely give back.

Barry didn’t use a condom. He never does. With his superfast healing, he probably figures that his immune system can fight off any STD he may come in contact with. Besides, his team over at S.T.A.R. Labs could probably cook up an antibiotic cocktail in a snap. Barry wouldn’t even need to part with any embarrassing details. So sucking a random guy off unprotected isn’t really much of a risk. Beyond that, Barry probably wants the intimacy, a connection, but with a person he doesn’t have to worry about emotionally later on.  

Or he likes a dick in his mouth and blowing dildos at home alone wasn’t cutting it. Len doesn’t know the ways and means of Barry Allen getting off.

But he has to admit, he’d like to.

Len has wondered how Barry deals afterward. Does this linger in his mind for a few minutes? A few hours? Does he fantasize about who could be behind that wall? Does he feel ashamed after? Throw himself into training or research or whatever the fuck he does in his off time to forget? Or does he shrug it off the second he walks out the bathroom door? Leave it behind?

Because the side-effects for Len have been varied … and complicated.

Len thought that doing this, having this secret tucked away while fighting The Flash, would be hot as shit … and it is. He even started pulling more jobs just for the thrill of the confrontation. But when faced with coming close to killing Barry, even mortally wounding him, he found himself pulling his punches. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Everyone has their off days. But people have begun to notice. If this continues, he’s going to lose his street cred, which means that not only will The Flash be on his ass, but thugs from all over Central City will come after him, trying to remove Len from his throne.

Len had never intended on sticking around, but he’s been here longer than he’s been anywhere. He has to either change entirely to keep doing this with Barry, or leave Central City and cut all his ties.

Len could go if not for this choke hold Barry seems to have gained over him.

Barry has become a drug to Len – one that Len’s using while knowing full well it’s eating him away.

Contemplating this has made Len lose his edge, and feels himself on the verge of cumming. And Barry knows that he’s cumming, knows that the hand slamming against the wall, gaining strength which each hit, means that his mystery dick is about to blow, and he becomes ruthless.

Len doesn’t want this to end, but he has to admit, this is the best part, where mild-mannered superhero becomes primal, ravenous animal. Barry grabs hold of Len’s cock at the base, pulls slightly to hold Len steady, and goes to town on him, sucking from head to hand tirelessly, like an unstoppable machine, shaking with the effort it’s taking not to pull Len through the wall. Len visualizes putting his hand to the back of Barry’s head and holding him down on it, fucking The Flash’s pretty mouth, those wide, hazel-moss eyes staring up at him, sparking with lightning.

It might simply be the stimulation that does it – the hot, wet sheath of Barry’s mouth swallowing Len over and over that makes Len cum. But truth be told, it’s probably the fantasy. It’s been a long time since someone’s wanted Len this way, with this much fire and enthusiasm; been a long time since someone has made Len feel like more than a hole in the wall, ironically enough. He just wishes he could see that want on this kid’s face.

But if he did, he’d have to leave.

Len doesn’t like how quickly he turns into a limp noodle in Barry’s hand, but after he cums, he’s ready to sink to the floor and stay there, take an hour to recover. But he can’t, not only because someone else might come in, but because he’s seen the floor in this place.

He hasn’t had a tetanus shot in a few years. He’ll pass.

He feels Barry breathe heavy, hears him sniffling and coughing to clear his throat. But before he stands up and leaves Len completely, he drops a kiss on the head of Len’s dick.

Len doesn’t remember when that started, but it hasn’t always been there. It’s sympathetic and juvenile … but Len has started to look forward to it.

"So I’ll see you tomorrow?" Barry asks as Len tucks his dick back into his jeans and zips up.

Len knocks once for yes - the back room code created for those who truly want an anonymous experience.

"And maybe next time you can do me, huh?"

Barry chuckles, slightly embarrassed, but Len swallows hard, his stomach twisting like hooks have dug in and grabbed hold. Oh God. Face fucking Barry is one thing, but if he gets Barry in his mouth, if he gets a taste …

All of that power might be the end of him. 

He hears Barry sigh. “That’s … that’s alright. That’s not why you’re here, is it? I shouldn’t expect …”

Len knocks once. He hears Barry inhale sharply, then the bathroom goes silent. Len pauses, and knocks once again. Then again. Pause-knock, pause-knock, again and again until he hears Barry snicker. “Oh, well, I guess that’s a yes then?”

Len doesn’t want there to be any question. He doesn’t want to leave Barry with any doubts.

He doesn’t want Barry looking for someone else.

Len pulls his cell phone from his pocket. He types the word out in a blank text message window and puts the phone up to the hole. He hears Barry move, attracted by the glow of the screen, kneeling back down to get a closer look.

“Yes,” Barry whispers, as if it’s an answer he’s been waiting a long time for. “Alright. I’ll be here tomorrow … with bells on.” The lilt in Barry’s voice, the way a few of the words crack as if he isn’t a man in his twenties, but a smitten teenage boy, wraps around Len’s chest like chains covered in ice, burning him. Paralyzing him. He hears Barry leave the bathroom, and Len knows he should leave, too. Not Saints and Sinners, but Central City. But he can’t. Because Barry Allen wants Len to blow him, and Len wants to know – if Barry blowing Len brings back memories of everything good in his past, things that he’s forgotten, what memories would having Barry in his mouth bring back?

Len will have to find out.

Tomorrow night, a new stage in this torture begins.

[coldflashevents]

ColdFlash Week Schedule

Hello, hello! You have voted and here are our prompts for ColdFlash Week! Make sure to put a reminder in your calenders so you don’t forget!! December 4, Day One, Secret Identity (neither knows the other):   Is Barry still our young hero, keeping his boyfriend out of the loop? Is Len still are favorite criminal, who keeps his CSI boyfriend in the dark? Are the Flash and Captain Cold still well known enemies in the streets but are dating as Barry Allen and Leonard Snart? December 5, December , Day Two, Fairy Tale AU:   Does Len lose his glass slipper trying to make his deadline? Does Barry go wander through the forest in his red hooded cloak? Or maybe they’ve been cursed by an evil witch to forever be a part? December 6, Day Three, Saving Each Other:   Does Barry need rescuing from a bad date? Maybe Len’s been cornered by his enemies? Do they step in and save each other from their meddling sisters? December 7, Day Four, Meta Len:    Does he have ice powers like New 52? Or maybe on Earth 29 Len is the Flash, the dashing hero and savior of Central City. Does this Len team up to help Barry or is he still the criminal mastermind? December 8, Day Five, Undercover:   Does Barry become ‘Sam’ once again? Or maybe Len puts on those glasses and infiltrators the CCPD as a bashful CSI? Or maybe they needed to go under together… December 9, Day Six, Dark Barry:    Does Barry finally snap after everything Eobard and Zoom put him through? Or maybe Barry turns out differently because Joe never took him in.. December 10, Day Seven, Domestic Life:   Do they cuddle on rainy days? Or perhaps they have a Sunday morning ritual? Is it date night? Does Barry sit at the table helping the kids with homework, while Len’s busy cooking?

You have endless possibilities exploring the inner workings of Barry and Len’s relationship… And please makes sure that you tag your creations #coldflashweek2016. Thank you! Happy creating!! And remember to have FUN!!

[redhoods]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart Characters: Barry Allen, Mick Rory, Leonard Snart Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, and not just a fluffy kitten Summary:

Barry’s still quiet though and when Len looks over, he’s hunched over in his chair, still intently focused on his phone screen. Len settles in the chair next to him, eyebrow lifting even higher when Barry hunches in even further, like he’s protecting himself or something.

this was for the @coldflashweek2016 winter gift exchange for @tabihe and is honestly the fluffiest thing i have ever written and i could not be happier about it.

[nixie-deangel]

Summary:

Barry felt a weight leave him, as he watched the jailer swing his sword, cutting the rope and letting Leonard Snart drop towards the ground. He forced his lips up into a smug looking smile right before the criminal turned to stare up at him from his awkward position.

Len felt his heart leap into his throat as Barry moved over towards the ancient creature. He felt his blood boil as the thing wrapped its arm around Barry’s trim waist. He let his eyes narrow into an icy glare as he bit out, “I’ll be seeing you,” right before Barry and the Mummy disappeared into the crowd.

[pheuthe]

“You can stay, Leonard - you and your sister both. But you shall not talk to my son. I will not have him corrupted by a human.”

(ColdFlash Week - Fairy Tale AU)

[wacheypenaart]

Coldflashweek 2016 Fanart Part 4:

Tagging: @mockingbird-22 @robininthelabyrinth @blinkingkills @keeperbarryallen @pheuthe @kipsiih @caneycane @grimestone @daughterofscotland @crimsondomingo

The final images!! Enjoy!

Secret Identity prompt, Dec. 4th.

Fairy Tale AU prompt, Dec. 5.

And Domestic Life prompt, Dec. 10