[there may not be any words said, but len's reaction is enough of a response for him. enough of a prompt to have him relaxing against his side, covers tucked in tight around them. he's more than content to stay just where he is for the rest of the day, even though--]
You're going to get me fired, you know? I'm meant to be at work right now. [not that he'd been much use there. nor does he feel particularly guilty about leaving either, as his tone likely attests to.]
Sorry. [He's not sorry, and he doesn't sound remotely sorry. He kisses Barry again, warm and fervent] They fire you and they're idiots. You're worth ten of anybody else - with your speed.
[there isn't any really heat behind his words though. even if he did think len meant it in a literal way, he's too relaxed right now and len's too comfortable for him to even bother trying to get riled up about it.]
I guess m'just going to have to go back to working at the bar again if that happens.
Well... I'm betting they aren't aware of all your good qualities. [He might not have returned the declaration of love, but his voice is warm and full of affection.
[what those things are, he doesn't bother to expand on. given his latest declaration though, it's likely obvious enough. len is the only person here who he's said those three words to.]
Are you saying you wouldn't want me to come work for you anymore?
[Wow. Len isn't sure how to handle that, either. He can barely comprehend Barry loving him - but loving only him? That's bananas.
He tightens his arms, outright clinging for a few fleeting seconds before he convinces himself that's stupid and he should relax.
But at Barry's question, he chuckles] Quite the opposite. I was thinking of instituting a uniform policy, but you're the only one of my employees who'll really look good in those booty shorts I picked out.
Booty shorts. [while the eye roll he gives may not be visible from where they're positioned, his exasperation is still clear.]
You know, I'd rather wear this.
[between one second and the next he's gone and back. straddling len's waist, barry is now sat wearing len's 'cold' jacket, hood pulled up and the front falling open enough to make it clear that it's all he's wearing right now.]
[Len stares up at him for a moment before it registers and woah that is like six masturbatory fantasies come true. His eyes light up like this is porn Christmas.]
I'm sold, but you'll have to tell the rest of the staff to get their own coats.
[He slides his hand between Barry's legs and gropes him]
[or wearing this around anyone other than len himself. at least when it's the only thing he has on. but he doesn't get a chance to clarify. not once len is back to touching him again. instead, his next words are cut off by his own hitching breath, and he ends up planting his hands on the bed either side of the other man.]
That's what drycleaners exist for. [He grins and curls his fingers around Barry's cock] But lucky for my coat, I don't intend to get it messy. I have other plans. [Plans like showing Barry just how happy he makes him. He rolls his hips upwards] Get off. Lie on your back.
[despite his words, there's still barely any hesitation before he's doing exactly as asked. though he does make a point of drawing len in to another kiss before he lies down, a hand twisted into the front of his shirt to pull him close. his grin is there despite the kiss, lips brushing as he finally mutters out a few more words.]
Though if you're the one doing it, I'm never going to say no.
[Len grins, loving the pun. He kisses Barry back with warmth and hunger, his arms wrapping tightly around Barry's shoulders to keep him close another extra few seconds before he gently lays the speedster down.
He takes a few moments to just look at Barry, splayed out in front of him in nothing but his coat and a sweet smile.]
You're so fucking gorgeous, Barry. I'm a lucky bastard to have you.
[He bends, settling between Barry's legs to take his lover's cock into his mouth]
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You're going to get me fired, you know? I'm meant to be at work right now. [not that he'd been much use there. nor does he feel particularly guilty about leaving either, as his tone likely attests to.]
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[there isn't any really heat behind his words though. even if he did think len meant it in a literal way, he's too relaxed right now and len's too comfortable for him to even bother trying to get riled up about it.]
I guess m'just going to have to go back to working at the bar again if that happens.
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He hums] That'd be a shame...
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[what those things are, he doesn't bother to expand on. given his latest declaration though, it's likely obvious enough. len is the only person here who he's said those three words to.]
Are you saying you wouldn't want me to come work for you anymore?
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He tightens his arms, outright clinging for a few fleeting seconds before he convinces himself that's stupid and he should relax.
But at Barry's question, he chuckles] Quite the opposite. I was thinking of instituting a uniform policy, but you're the only one of my employees who'll really look good in those booty shorts I picked out.
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You know, I'd rather wear this.
[between one second and the next he's gone and back. straddling len's waist, barry is now sat wearing len's 'cold' jacket, hood pulled up and the front falling open enough to make it clear that it's all he's wearing right now.]
Better?
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I'm sold, but you'll have to tell the rest of the staff to get their own coats.
[He slides his hand between Barry's legs and gropes him]
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[or wearing this around anyone other than len himself. at least when it's the only thing he has on. but he doesn't get a chance to clarify. not once len is back to touching him again. instead, his next words are cut off by his own hitching breath, and he ends up planting his hands on the bed either side of the other man.]
I'm not washing this if you make me mess it up.
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[despite his words, there's still barely any hesitation before he's doing exactly as asked. though he does make a point of drawing len in to another kiss before he lies down, a hand twisted into the front of his shirt to pull him close. his grin is there despite the kiss, lips brushing as he finally mutters out a few more words.]
Though if you're the one doing it, I'm never going to say no.
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He takes a few moments to just look at Barry, splayed out in front of him in nothing but his coat and a sweet smile.]
You're so fucking gorgeous, Barry. I'm a lucky bastard to have you.
[He bends, settling between Barry's legs to take his lover's cock into his mouth]