Chapter Text
You make all my screws come loose
Got me perfectly confused
Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild
I love the way you make me lose my mind
Barry’s legs were bracketing Oliver’s waist to the point where he was practically bent in half, he and Oliver were flush chest to chest. Oliver’s hips working at speeds that would’ve made Barry question who in this relationship was actually The Flash, that is if he’d been able to form a coherent thought at all, which at the moment, he couldn’t.
“Ollver… fuck… Ollie… oh god. Oh god… ohmyfuckingod….” Barry babbled. Oliver was grunting into the younger man’s shoulder as his hands gripped Barry’s hips roughly, holding him down as he fucked into him mercilessly on the bed. Barry’s hands slid from where they were at his side to wrap around Oliver, his nails scraped down Oliver’s back and his hands came to rest on the taut muscular globes of Oliver’s ass. He could barely think, his body so close to the edge of release, but he wanted the two of them to come together… or at least as close together as they could. And then an idea struck him, he fought through the haze to coherently move his hands, pulling apart Oliver’s ass cheeks and run his pointer finger around the rim of the older man’s asshole. It was a feat, considering how much the older man was moving, but he managed. His hand and fingers were still slick with lube from jacking himself off between their bodies and he managed to worm the finger into Oliver slowly.
Oliver felt something at his entrance, and he was shocked out of his sexual bliss momentarily, they’d never done anything like this before, but holy shit, was that Barry’s finger? Was Barry trying to finger him? He involuntarily relaxed his muscles, his thrusts slowing as Barry’s finger pushed its way inside, and holyfuckinghell… that was hot. He moaned into Barry’s shoulder and bit down hard, hips speeding up as he felt his release nearing. A loud moan from Barry and a new found slickness between their bodies alerted him that Barry had just cum. Oliver continued to thrust into Barry, and Barry’s finger continued to push its way up into Oliver’s body, Barry crooked his finger slightly and Oliver practically screamed into the bed, his hips going crazy again, the stimulation around his cock from Barry’s ass and the finger that was now pressing into him deeply pushing him over the edge. He saw white and was coming harder than he ever had before, whimpers, moans, curses, and grunts falling from his lips as he rode his orgasm out. When he came to, he found that Barry’s finger was no longer in his ass, allowing him to pull out and roll off of Barry and collapse down on his back as his heart rate returned back to normal. He felt Barry cuddle into his side and he instinctively wrapped an arm around him. When Oliver felt normal again he looked down at Barry who was now fast asleep. No doubt as soon as he woke up he’d be begging Oliver to bring him food and pretending he was incapable of even standing, who knows, he might really be this time considering the round they’d just went, but currently the room was quiet and still. And Oliver’s thoughts began to wonder to the sex they’d just had.
Barry had reached down and shoved a finger inside of him, unexpectedly, and he’d liked it. Loved it in fact. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced in their sex life so far, maybe it was just because it was new, or done in the heat of the moment, but he couldn’t help to feel unsettled by it. He’d always been the more dominant one in relationships, he was a guy who liked to be in charge in general, and the idea that Barry made him completely fall apart like that, so suddenly, honestly scared him. He’d always seen himself as strictly a top, since he’d learned what tops and bottoms were. Why was he suddenly feeling otherwise? Sure it had felt good, but it was probably just a heat of the moment thing. Nothing to truly contemplate. It didn’t make him any less of a man for liking it right? God. That was stupid. He hated himself for even thinking that. Barry liked bottoming and he was just as much of a man as he was. Still, the thought bottoming and liking it made him feel uncomfortable. Still he couldn’t help his mind from wandering to how hot it had been… and as he closed his eyes a vision of Barry between his legs, pounding him into the mattress, making him moan and scream flashed through his brain, causing his cock to involuntarily rise. He groaned. He wanted it so badly… but he couldn’t shake the uneasiness he felt at the whole idea. He groaned and willed himself to think of anything to make his erection go down… a few thoughts about Lian-Yu later, and yup, that worked. He willed all the thoughts of their most recent sexual encounter out of his mind and concentrated on more innocent thoughts of the younger man who was adorably scrunching his nose up in his sleep and trying to burrow deeper into his side before finally falling asleep.
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Oliver and Barry had managed to see each other on and off every few days or so for the last month, it seemed that whenever Barry had more than a few hours he’d be running to Starling to see Oliver. Their time was spent in various ways, sometimes in the Arrow cave, with Felicity and Barry geeking out as Oliver did his best to conduct research on possible leads for whomever he was heading after next. The two simply just enjoying being in the same space as one and other. Other times they’d spend their time in the loft being lazy, watching movies and TV shows and cuddling on the couch. Double dates with Roy and Thea became a common thing among them as well, and surprisingly they weren’t ask awkward as Oliver originally thought they’d be. And on the nights that Barry was able to stay over, the two would usually end up in bed, finding new ways to keep each other going until all hours of the morning.
Oliver had tried not to think about Barry fucking him every time they got down and dirty. But it was becoming harder and harder to ignore. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loved being the one to make love to Barry, or on the rough nights fuck him into the sheets until he couldn’t even say his own name. But there was a constant itch, always there, as he fingered Barry open, or as he entered him, the curious thoughts in the back of his head to what that could be like nagged at him. Oliver had been careful to keep Barry’s hands from wandering, because although he was curious he was still scared of having Barry inside him again. God this was all so confusing. He wanted it, but he didn’t want it. At the moment his frustrations were getting the better of him. He and Barry had been making love, they’d just gotten back from a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Barry had been the one who initiated their lovemaking this time, kissing Oliver deeply and telling him that he would like nothing more than to be taken to bed, and the gentlemen that Oliver was, he kissed him deeply, picked him up and carried him to their room before stripping him slowly and beginning his seduction.
Barry was on his front this time, Oliver had just breached his hole with his cock and Barry had moaned, Oliver felt the tightness of Barry surround him and he couldn’t help but think of Barry pressing into him like this, and fuck… not again. Well that didn’t take long. Why couldn’t he enjoy one sexual encounter with Barry without thinking of their roles being reversed, it was ridiculous. He’d always been perfectly satisfied with topping before so what the hell changed. Well he knew what the Hell changed, Barry had gone and stuck a finger up his ass and made him feel things he never thought he’d feel. His frustrations were getting the better of him and he found himself pounding into Barry at a merciless pace, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise and holding him down with a determined crease to his brow. Barry was gasping and grappling at the sheets for purchase, he turned his head and looked at Oliver, opening his mouth to speak but then Oliver hit his prostate and whatever he was saying was cut off by a cry of ecstasy. Oliver continued fucking him, his mind running on overdrive, he was pissed at this point and he wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing. He felt his release nearing and he came into Barry with a growl before pulling out roughly and standing up to go clean himself off. He was all sweaty and uncomfortable. Their sex had done nothing to sedate him like it usually did, it only managed to rile him up even more it seemed.
Barry lied there on his stomach still trying to catch his breath from the massive orgasm and tantalizingly perfect amount of over stimulation he’d just been put through, he wasn’t complaining. He’d liked it, but it was an abrupt turn. Oliver had undressed him slowly, placing kisses everywhere his lips could reach, he’d reached his first orgasm by having Oliver simply grind against him before taking his cock in his hand and slowly jacking him to oblivion. He’d asked him to turn over in a soft voice and kissed his shoulder blade with care before fingering him open slowly, and then it was as if Oliver became a different person, the first few thrusts were slow and tender, but then he seemed to go wild. Thrusting harder and harder, hands gripping his hips in a vice-like grip. Fucking him until he saw stars, though not one, but two orgasms, and on his way into a dry third one. He’d pulled out so abruptly and seemed to push his body away, Barry could’ve sworn he’d heard an angry growl somewhere in the haze but he was so fucked out he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Oliver had left him on the bed uncovered and exposed to the chilly air of the loft, before his heavy footsteps made their way across the floor and the door of the bathroom creaked it’s way shut, it sounded like he was starting the shower and that was weird because even though Oliver didn’t like to admit it, he loved cuddling after any type of sex, and if they were to shower, most of the time he’d ask Barry to join. He was so tired and so spent, and as much as he wanted to keep his eyes open and will himself to find the strength to go check on Oliver, his body was too spent to do so, and it wasn’t long before he’d fallen into a dreamless sleep.
Oliver had entered the bathroom, turning on the light and the fan immediately, groaning and digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as the sudden change in light intensity hit him. He walked over to the shower and started it, not letting it warm up before he stepped inside. The cold water hit him he shivered involuntarily and his body began to relax. His mind becoming flooded with the thoughts of what had just went down in the other room. God. Barry must be so confused right now, they’d started out making love and then Oliver had just gone batshit crazy without warning. Oh god… what if he’d hurt him. Oliver’s eyes widened in horror and he was tempted to step out of the shower right then and go check on him. But something kept him rooted to his spot. He didn’t know what, but he felt himself unable to move. Unable to face Barry so soon after that encounter. He needed time to get his thoughts together or else he might do something stupid like blurt out “I want you to fuck me” Oliver sighed, the expression on his face turning into one of pain and distress as he leaned against the shower wall, he didn’t notice that he’d started crying until he noticed the water had gotten warm but his body was still shaking. He was such a mess. Why was this so hard for him to admit to Barry? It shouldn’t have been. He never had been sexually shy about anything before, and they’d been pretty adventurous in their sexual endeavors. And then his hands were moving of their own accord. Again, his mind was taking its own sweet time connecting to the rest of his body. He felt himself massaging his own fingers around his asshole as things caught up, he breathed slowly and relaxed. This felt nice. What was he so scared of? He reached for the silicone based lubricant they kept in the shower and coated his fingers with it before taking a deep breath and tracing his crack with it again. He closed his eyes, imagining that his fingers were Barry’s and slowly worked one inside.
It felt uncomfortable, and nothing like it had when Barry had done it, maybe he didn’t use enough lube? He pulled out and applied more lube, even going as far as reaching behind himself and tipping the bottle over and letting it drip down his crack as well. He then went back to his earlier movements, and yes, that did the trick. The slide in was much easier and he felt himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. He closed his eyes again and leaned against the shower wall, the warm water still pelting down his back as he began to work his finger inside himself at a faster pace. He felt his cock getting hard with every stroke, god this felt amazing. Why was he denying himself of this? He slid his finger out and re-coated himself with lube, this time experimenting with different angles and paces he felt his breathing turn into panting, and he pulled out again in a rush, applying more lube before delving in with two fingers this time, he gave a quiet but satisfied moan and bit his lip, letting his eyes fall shut as he began scissoring his fingers inside his ass. His other hand came around to his front, taking a hold of his cock and beginning to stroke and tease with the familiar ministrations he used when jerking off. He groaned, continuing to keep his noises muffled with the help of his lip between his teeth, he continued to work his ass with his fingers, finally he crooked them at a certain angle and his eyes shot open, mouth falling open in a startled gasp at the shock of pleasure that rippled through him. He whimpered softly rotating his fingers until he hit that spot again, he hissed as he sped up his movements, biting down on his lips again to keep from crying out in pleasure. His mouth forming an “O” shape as he reached his orgasm, cum spirting against the tile walls. His shoulders slumped as he came down from his high, breaths ragged as he braced himself against the wall with a hand. He sighed, that had been amazing. If only it had really been Barry doing it to him. Why was this so hard? Why was he so stubborn?
He unhappily turned off the shower and dried off, leaving the bathroom and heading into the closet to retrieve a pair of underwear. He turned back to the bed to see Barry lying there still exposed and uncovered on his stomach, his body moving in a constant way that told Oliver he was fast asleep. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest, he had just left him here and stormed off to take care of his own frustrations. He slid into bed, trying to cause as little movement as possible so as to not wake the sleeping angel, and pulled the covers over the both of them. Despite his efforts Barry woke for a moment, mumbling a sleepy
“Oliver?” And scooting over, wanting to be close to Oliver as he usually did, Barry sleepily threw his arms over Oliver and buried his face into his chest,
“I love you Ollie.” He mumbled, and Oliver felt his heart break at the admission. He loved the other man too, so much… and that’s what was tearing him apart most about this situation. He loved Barry, so why was it so hard to be honest to him about this stupidly simple little thing?
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Oliver stopped in front of the shop. He looked up at it, it didn’t look like much, quite run down on the outside if you asked him, but online it had said they’d carried what he was looking for, and he was hoping they did. He wanted to get in and out as fast as he could. The bell over the door chimed as he entered and he winced slightly, not that you could tell for the sunglasses over his eyes and the cap, plus, sweatshirt hood he was wearing shielded his face pretty well.
“Hello doll, is there anything I can help you find?” a short brunette dressed in a leather corset and tight black skinny jeans and hoop earrings said as she sauntered over to him,
“Um, I think I know what I’m looking for, but I’ll let you know if I need any help.” Oliver said, trying to make his voice sound lower than normal. He felt kind of stupid, but he didn’t want this getting out. He might not have had much to his name anymore, but he had enough. And it still would be embarrassing. He looked around and saw a sign over an aisle that read “Dildos” and with a slight blush forming on his cheeks he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked over to them. He quickly browsed through them and spotted the two he’d found online that were recommended for beginners and snatched them up. He grabbed a few different lubes and a new box of condoms on the way over to the counter. He put down his purchases and the woman from earlier gave him a knowing smile before ringing them up.
“That will be $64.55.” Jesus, Oliver thought, why were sex toys so expensive? Still he retrieved his wallet, paid with cash, and thanked her before heading out. Thankful that the bag was discrete enough. He made it back to the loft and stowed his newest purchases in a box underneath the bed and tried to put it to the back of his mind as he then headed off to the Arrow HQ to begin the rest of his day.
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He got home that night frustrated, not having made any progress in the Green Arrow’s latest endeavors today and flopped onto his bed after removing his shoes. He let out a slow breath and stared up at the ceiling. He thought about calling Barry but realized that he’d just done so on the way home and hadn’t gotten an answer so he was probably busy at the moment. His mind wandered to what he’d bought earlier that day and once he began thinking about them, his mind wouldn’t rest. He pushed himself up off the bed and got down on his knees to pull the box out from underneath the bed. He put the box on top of his bed and looked over to the door, making sure it was locked. So if, by some crazy reason, someone came by unannounced they wouldn’t be able to just barge in and catch him in the act. Weather that be Barry or his sister, or Felicity, or Diggle, all of which whom had keys to the apartment.
He lied down on the bed after pulling aside the covers and setting the toys he’d bought out. The first one being a set of different sized buttplugs, said to be good for beginners, and the second one a bright red realistic jelly silicone dildo, not quite as thick or long as Barry, but good for practice. He stared at the toys dubiously. He wanted to do this, he really did, but he was still facing that internal battle with himself over his masculinity. It was so fucking dumb, enjoying getting it up the ass made him no less of a man than any other person who identified as such, and he hated that his brain couldn’t turn off the stupid thoughts. After a few more minutes of staring off against the toys, he sighed, swallowing his pride and removing his pants. He began to palm himself through the fabric of his underwear. Closing his eyes and imagining it was Barry in front of him. He let his muscles relax and he slipped his hand underneath the underwear to feel skin on skin. He began to stroke himself, getting harder by the second, his desperation for more quickly growing and fueling his confidence to explore lower. He gave his balls a tight squeeze before snapping the waistband of his Boxer briefs and reaching down with both hands to slide them down his legs and throw them off the bed to the floor. He spread his legs and closed his eyes again. Trailing a finger down his and trailed a finger down his perineum before lightly prodding at the tight clench of his asshole. He reached over, next to himself and uncapped the lube. Pouring a generous amount onto his fingers before going back to slick up his ass. He continued to lube himself up until he simply slid inside himself without meaning to. He started with one finger, working himself up to two, scissoring in and out of himself as his breaths came out in ragged pants. He pulled his fingers out of himself again reaching for the lube. He also took a second to select the smallest buttplug and slick it up as well before drawing it down between his legs and closing his eyes as he began to gently push it inside of himself. It was a bit bigger than his two fingers, but not much, and he soon got used to the feeling after a few more times of retrieving and inserting it. God this felt so good… why had he never tried this? He repeated his earlier actions until he had the largest buttplug buried deep within himself. By now he was sweating, a hand wrapped around his cock and alternating between teasing jerks and squeezes of the base to keep himself from coming. He wanted to get to the red dildo… it was bigger than any of the buttplugs he’d used so far, and it lied on the light grey bedcovers looking innocuously big and intimidating. He let out a slow breath through his mouth before picking it up and sliding one of the condoms he’d purchased over the head and down to the base before lubing it up as well. He slowly removed the buttplug that was still inside his ass at this point and replaced it with the head of the dildo. He hissed as the thick head of the dildo stretched him open. It was so much wider than the buttplug had been… but he wanted to take it so badly. Pulling out and adding more lube he started inserting it again. This time the slide was a bit easier. It took a good ten minutes, a lot of panting, groaning and almost pulling out and reverting to just jerking himself off the rest of the way to his orgasm, but in the end, he found himself propped up against the pillows of the bed with the dildo fully sheathed inside his ass. He breathed deeply. Allowing his anus to get used to the stretch and feeling of something so deep inside. He clenched and unclenched around it, wiggling his hips experimentally feeling it shift inside him. When he finally felt brave enough to start moving it he reached around behind himself, spreading his legs even farther apart and turning on his side slightly so he didn’t have to sit on his arm and slowly retracted the dildo a few inches before sliding it back inside. He whimpered at the feeling, it felt uncomfortable… but he knew it would feel good soon. That’s what all the online columns had said. So he pushed through the discomfort, clenching his teeth and beginning to pull out and push back inside at a faster pace. The stretch soon began to feel good, awakening nerve endings in side of himself that he didn’t even know existed. He was panting and moaning now, getting braver with each thrust, the amount he retrieved before plunging back inside becoming greater and greater each time. He reached in front of himself to begin stroking his cock again, and holy fuck… that was good. He cried out loud into the quiet stillness of the apartment, the only sounds the rustle of sheets and slight creaking of the bed as he fucked himself with the toy. Now at the point where only the head of the dildo stayed inside him before he pounded it back in, he decided to change angles… and holyfuckingshit what the hell was that? His hand had come off the dildo and he realized he’d begun shaking. What the hell had that just been, it was like for a few moments his vision became white, a blinding pressure in his ass that caused an overwhelming tingling sensation to erupt and spread throughout his dick and the lower part of his stomach. It was different than the feel of impending orgasms he’d felt before, but at the same time familiar. Was that his prostate? He’d read about the stimulation of the prostate, but nothing he’d read really described what it specifically felt like, all that he’d been able to find on the matter was that it was a pleasurable and intense experience, and that had certainly been both. Panting he reached down behind himself again and closed his eyes, taking hold of the base of the dildo and beginning his previous movements again, stroking over that spot repeatedly. It felt so fucking good, he let his imagination wander, suddenly picturing Barry behind him with the dildo, Oliver looking back at him for a second after he’d hit that spot to see him smirking, before thrusting in sharply again causing Oliver to turn his head back down into the bed sheets and moan loudly
“Fuck Barry… fuck that’s so good… you’re so fucking amazing… fuck me…” he moaned.
Thea had just unlocked the door to the loft, Roy right behind her, as soon as the door shut Roy had her pinned against it and they were kissing again. Thea giggled as Roy brushed their noses together and kissed her lips quickly as she smiled. He picked her up and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist, the two of them making their way over to the couch in a slightly buzzed haze. Roy went to work kissing down her neck after he got her lied down on her back. They laughed as Roy brushed over a spot lightly with his lips that he knew Thea was ticklish at.
“Thea Queen… you are beautiful.” Roy whispered, as he stretched himself back up to lean over her face and kiss her lips again. The two shifted into a more comfortable position and continued their kissing.
“Do you wanna take this to my room?” Thea asked, Roy nodded and the two stood up, heading towards the hallway, suddenly they heard a thump, and stopped in their tracks. A moan followed and the two turned to each other, eyes widening in shock. Thea looked over to the kitchenettes table, just now seeing Oliver’s jacket lying precariously on top of it. Well it seemed that she and Roy weren’t the only ones who’d had the same idea tonight. Another moan was heard and Thea said,
“Um… maybe we should go…” Roy nodded his head vigorously and the two hurriedly rushed to the door, they were about to open it when they heard a loud cry of
“Holy fuck, Barry, fuck me… right there! Yes, fuck, harder, fuck me harder!!!” Roy could’ve sworn that Thea’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls as a blush burned her cheeks. She fumbled with the doorknob and mumbled a quiet
“Oh my god… that was the last thing in life I ever needed to hear…let’s get out of here… now.” And Roy couldn’t agree more, he was sure his cheeks were even a bit pink now, rethinking over what they’d just heard. He’d never, ever, in a million years have taken Oliver to be on the receiving end of things… and why the hell was he even thinking of this anyway? The two of them hurriedly made their way down to the elevator and Roy shook his head to clear his thoughts. Next time they were calling first.
Oliver pounded the dildo into himself, at this point not being able to keep quiet, his fantasy becoming even more vivid, he could swear he could feel Barry’s hand rubbing at his hip as he continued to thrust the dildo into him… he grasped his dick in his other hand and began jerking it roughly while pressing the dildo in deeper than he had before, over and over onto that same spot until he saw stars, he came in spurts with a choked off cry of ecstasy. Pulling the toy out of himself and curling into a shaking ball of pleasure as the intensity of the orgasm rippled through him. When he finally calmed down he didn’t even have the energy to get up and wash himself off, deciding that he’d just change the sheets, shower, and put away everything in the morning, falling into a fitful much needed slumber.
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Oliver had gotten into a routine of using his new toys every night when he got home and wasn’t bone tired the following three weeks. He’d seen Barry a few times since he bought them. The two had gone out to lunch a few times, stayed together at the club, joined at the hip, during the party he’d thrown for Laurel’s birthday, and even managed to get in a few make out sessions in the loft after sharing a dinner. Barry hadn’t been able to spend the night though, and Oliver was honestly grateful for it. They hadn’t seen each other in a week and hadn’t really had any contact other than the occasional good morning good night, and I love you text message, so Oliver was surprised when Barry showed up three days before their two year anniversary with a duffel bag on the doorstep of his loft, a wide dopey grin spread across his face, before announcing that he would be able to stay in Starling for the next four days. He gave a chaste peck to Oliver’s lips and let himself into the Loft. Unceremoniously dropping his bag on next to the couch and throwing himself on, it before patting the seat beside him and quipping,
“Ollie, why are you standing there with your jaw on the floor, is that really how you greet me after a whole week?” Oliver snapped out of his surprise and closed the door before going over to Barry and sitting beside him. “Is something wrong? Should I have called first? I just really wanted to surprise you…” Barry said, his expression turning into one of concern as he tilted his head and tried to read the faraway look in Oliver’s eyes. He reached forward and placed a hand over Oliver’s which was currently lying on his own thigh.
Oliver’s eyes slowly drifted to Barry and he blinked shaking his head again before letting a tentative smile form on his face as he turned his hand over to interlock his and Barry’s fingers together and squeeze.
“Sorry, I was just thinking… no, nothing’s wrong, I’m just surprised… that’s all. How long are you staying again?”
“Four days,” Barry grinned, and Oliver couldn’t help but grin back. “And Felicity and Digg said that you guys weren’t in the middle of anything serious right now so I took the liberty of telling them that you wouldn’t be in and that they could take these four days to relax as well. I hope you don’t mind… but it’s our two year anniversary and I didn’t want any… distractions…” Barry said, leaning closer to Oliver so that their faces were inches apart. Oliver’s eyes were locked on his, he could feel his warm breath fan over his lips as Oliver spoke his next words,
“But what about the Flash, will Central be okay without him?”
“I think so, S.T.A.R. Labs has come a long way in aiding the Police with things that will help them take down metas. Joe said he’d call if they absolutely needed anything. And Cold owed me a favor, and if there’s one thing he does know how to do, it’s keep a code of honor when it comes to owing people things. I did save his life again recently. So he gave me his word that he wouldn’t pull any heists, and he’d try to keep the rest of his rouges from pulling any as well for the next four days, besides, I think Lisa and Cisco are going off somewhere together, and he doesn’t like pulling jobs without her anyway,”
“And you trust him?” Oliver asked.
“Not really, but enough that I’m willing to take a chance, like I said, Joe promised to call and I can get there pretty fast if anything serious seems to be brewing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ollie… I never get to be selfish… and after so long, my team and my family have finally managed to convince me to do this one thing for myself. I don’t want to think about it too much, if something happens, we’ll deal with it… I just want to spend time with you now… and not think of our alter egos… I just want to be Barry Allen and have you be Oliver Queen for now? Do you think we can try that? For just a little while?”
Oliver sighed and then smiled. “I guess so…” Barry smiled and leaned forward to press a long kiss to Oliver’s lips. They pulled away and Barry whispered
“I missed you…”
“Missed you too…”
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry… but right now I want something else…” His eyes darkened,
“But you just ran here… don’t you need something before we…”
“I ate some of those energy bars before I left and Cisco and Caitlin have found a way to make them time released…. So I won’t really anything for at least another few hours…” Barry said, crowding into Oliver’s space and practically climbing onto his lap before capturing Oliver’s lips in a bruising, passionate, kiss. Oliver let one of his hands come up to tangle in Barry’s hair as the other pressed firmly into the small of his back, holding him in place and allowing their hips to rock against each other as they kissed. Barry’s hands were clutching Oliver’s face as the two continued to kiss. Oliver let his hand come down to cup Barry’s ass, and he hoisted him up against him, still not breaking the kiss as he steadied himself and began to stand up.
“Hold on…” he breathed, before going back to kissing him and walked them down the hall into his bedroom, Barry still clinging to him with his legs wrapped around him. “Wanna fuck you.” Oliver said, after he lied Barry down on the bed. “Wanna be inside you… wanna feel you around my dick…” Oliver said as he began to kiss every inch of skin he could reach on Barry. “Maybe you can ride me… or maybe I’ll hold your hands above your head and pound into you as I watch your pretty face scrunch up in ecstasy… or maybe I’ll pick you up again, shove you back against the wall and fuck you with your legs around my waist,…” Oliver kissed up his jaw, stopping to suck at his earlobe and whisper huskily, “Or maybe… just maybe… I’ll open those curtains, pick you up, and fuck you against that giant glass window over there… looking out over this city… your beautiful body pressed up against the glass… on display…”
Barry moaned, “God yes… please… just take me… I don’t care where… just want you inside me… fuck you feel so good inside me.” Barry was writhing underneath him.
“Why don’t you do your thing and get us both naked?” He smiled, letting Barry up, Barry’s head was spinning and he blinked blearily before a flash of light went through the room and moments later the two of them were naked, Barry pulling Oliver back down to the bed with him again. His legs wrapped wantonly around Oliver and his hips bucking up against the older man, their hard members rubbing up against each other as well.
“Fuck me Ollie… fuck me.” Barry whined, and Oliver growled,
“I’m gonna fuck you against that window, and then I’m gonna fuck you into this mattress, you’re gonna cum more than you’ve ever had in your entire life… and you’re not gonna touch yourself while I do it. Otherwise I’ll have to get out the cock ring…” Barry moaned loudly and bucked up aganst Oliver again in agreement.
“Yes… anything… anything you want.” He whimpered. Oliver pulled himself away from Barry to draw the curtains aside, the room immediately being illuminated with the lights from the city at night. Oliver came back over to Barry and picked him up, the two kissed and groped each other as they made the short trek to the window, Oliver didn’t waste a moment, turning Barry around and pushing him against the glass.
“You lube yourself up?” He asked into Barry’s ear.
“Yeah… and you too.” Barry panted. Oliver took a hold of his cock and was surprised to see that yes, Barry had in fact put a condom on him and lubed him up.
“Good.” Oliver said and he let out a groan as he took his cock in his hand and guided it to Barry’s asshole. Pressing into the tight heat and growling. Barry cried out. His hands nails silently scratching against the cool glass as Oliver didn’t wait to burry himself all the way inside.
“You gonna scream for me baby?” Oliver asked,
“Yes…” Barry said breathlessly. And that was all Oliver needed to hear, he began a ruthless pace of fucking in and out of Barry, groaning and moaning, flesh slapping against flesh in a crude and loud manner.
“So fucking tight… love your ass so much… love how you feel around my cock… best feeling in the whole fucking world… you’re so good for me baby… gonna make you cum so fucking hard.” Oliver said in a gruff voice, his thrusts getting deeper with each sentence.
“Oh god, yes, Ollie, please… fuck… yes… right there… your cock is huge… love it so much. Don’t want you to ever stop fucking me…” Barry gasped as Oliver moved and began to hit his prostate over and over again. “Oh shit… oh my fuck… god… harder… I’m almost there… you’re gonna make me cum against this window… is that what you want? Do you want me to blow my load all over this window for everyone to see?” Barry babbled whatever came to his mind first.
Oliver grunted and gripped Barry’s hips, thrusting harder, he was going to make Barry cum against this window and he was going to love it when his ass clenched around his dick… and then he was going to fuck Barry into the bed, loving the feeling of how deep he could go and how crazy his dick made Barry… because that was his job… his job was to make Barry scream and fall apart underneath him… and he was not going to fail. Barry’s voice tapered off into high pitched whines and sobs, small “ohs” being thrown in every so often, he grinded back onto Oliver’s cock and with one last thrust he felt himself coming apart at the seams, crying Oliver’s name in pure exhilaration. His own dick twitching and erupting it’s release against the window thickly.
“Fuck yes…” Oliver said, he didn’t give Barry a moment to recover, but he and Barry both knew it was better the next time that way, even if it was slightly uncomfortable at first… the second orgasm was even more intense and the one after that was even more mind-blowing. The two had gotten to three orgasms in a row with Barry before, but Barry was pretty sure he could go for four and even five. He brought the younger man back over to the bed and lied him down on his front, giving Barry a moment to get himself situated. Barry moaned and began to thrust back against him when he was ready for more and Oliver once again took a hold of his hips and began to bulldoze back into him. Oliver continued to spout filth about how much he loved fucking Barry until the younger man was nothing but putty beneath him. Oliver barely managed to hold off through Barry’s second orgasm, and as he reached around to grab Barry’s dick, Oliver reached his first, and Barry reached his third, in unison. Oliver pulled out of Barry, but he wasn’t done yet. He slapped Barry’s ass once, causing him to cry out and keen, and cant his hips up so that his ass was on display. Oliver got behind him and rimmed and fingered him through two more orgasms before Barry was shuddering and pawing at Oliver and telling him that he was spent. The two curled up with each other and Oliver fell asleep with the younger male in his arms, feeling a since of accomplishment and pride. Maybe he was finally over this stupid questioning bottom phase.