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Dr. Harrison Wells ([personal profile] harrisonwells) wrote2016-03-01 01:24 pm
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"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."

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spends the night never leaves lives on your couch

[personal profile] metre 2016-04-22 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
No.

( might as well he honest about it. he shifts where he stands, more than a little uncomfortable, but grateful nonetheless. it's -- messed up, maybe he'll admit. he wants to be close to harrison. he wants that face to -- be a kind one, an apologetic one. he wants to see it in a positive way, the way he can look at eobard and only ever see something disgusting, something monstrous.

he takes a silent step forward.
)

Are you going to roll your eyes or call me an idiot if I ask for a hug?
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:3c how forward

[personal profile] metre 2016-04-22 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
( dutifully he crosses over, easily fitting himself into harrison's chest and winding his arms around his back, pushing his nose against his shoulder. he isn't going to cry, he doesn't think so -- at least, not with harrison's arms on him and his scent in his nose, his steady breathing what barry choose to focuse on, instead of lingering thoughts on why he's here, why it's so cathartic to be held by a face he used to love. ( and then he hated, and then he loved again. where is he now? )

fists ball up in the back of harrison's shirt.
)

I got scared, ( he admits, after a few silent moments. )
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the bed is so big and harrybarry sized

[personal profile] metre 2016-04-22 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
No.

( murmured into his shoulder, half muffled by it. he's the flash, right? he isn't supposed to be scared of anyone, of anything, he's supposed to defend and protect and fight when necessary -- and he's supposed to win. it's what heroes do. they don't go running to the nearest set of arms they can find to burrow deep in an embrace that lessens the pain for awhile. he's supposed to have some higher plan, some solution that fixes everything.

barry's never been good at doing what he's supposed to. the echoing crack of zoom splattering his back on the floor still radiates a string of insecurity within him, a realization that he isn't good enough, no matter how hard he tries. zoom will still be faster, the reverse flash will still be more powerful. he'll still be barry allen, afraid to step outside of his house, nestling in against harrison like that's the best problem solver he could think of.
)
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an experiment needs lots of trials!!

[personal profile] metre 2016-04-22 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
I can't.

( smaller voice now, he turns his face away, cheek mashed against his shoulder. he can't flinch. he can't be weak. he can't run to harrison whenever he needs to be comforted, told that he's brave and strong and indeed, a hero. he isn't. what has he done to prove it? allowed eddie to die so eobard could be stopped? twiddled his thumbs and waited for some clear all sign to get rid of zoom with? the world may be made of metahumans -- people like oliver and thea, people who bring good to the world and wear their hero pins with pride, if not humanity. bruce, clark, peter, gwen. heroes, good people, the people who defeat the bad guys, the people who win.

barry is just the guy who needs to be held.
)
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climbs into lap

[personal profile] metre 2016-04-22 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
I can't bend.

( it's just a fancier word, the implication is still the same. why other people can bend and flinch and break and get pushed to their limits while barry can't -- he isn't sure. it's just how it is. sometimes it feels like the world is lashing out at him, weighing on his shoulders with the importance of his universe and 52 other ones, and that's -- difficult, to bear. difficult but necessary. he doesn't have time to be upset. )

I can't let him think he has power over me. ( he grips harrison tighter, not sure if they're holding each other as lovers or as a son would hold his father -- maybe they just are, and maybe that's just enough. ) But he does.
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[personal profile] metre 2016-04-22 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Then what do I do.

( it sounds hollow, empty, a question he's so sick of asking. what can he do? how does he fix things? where's the dummy's guide for dealing with your time traveling, mother murdering, arch nemesis? nothing is probably the answer, there's nothing to be done and nothing to do, but barry is never content with that. for all his insecurities, at least he'll never stop trying.

he peels back a little, slithers a hand up to cup harrison's cheek.
)

I'm sorry he has your face.
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[personal profile] metre 2016-04-24 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
( he smiles a little bit at that, small and sad, stroking a thumb over his cheek idly. a little in awe, at harrison -- how much he cares about him, how much it meant to hear harrison cares about for him in return. a fatherly way, maybe, which almost hurts if he thinks about it longer than he needs to. is it wrong of him to want more? )

I like it more on you.

( which definitely goes without saying, but you know. he still needs the words out loud, the you're the only one i need and i do need you, regardless of universes or how they were never meant to have met up. it means something regardless, it means everything, and much like cisco's party although without the alcohol definer, barry leans in and presses his mouth to him, a little desperate. finding the good still left in this city and searching for it in harrison. )
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[personal profile] metre 2016-04-25 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
( what a pleasure it is, sometimes, to be just barry allen. he wouldn't trade up the flash life for anything, he thinks, from living a boring and frankly meaningless life before -- now he's someone, something greater. but being barry allen, just a boy kissing another boy, that's a quiet moment of serenity he won't pass up on, gentle fingers at harrison's chin keeping him tilted just right, so barry can kiss and kiss and kiss, and have his fill of kisses, off the man that in another life would've been his mentor.

he doesn't think about eobard -- he tries not to think about eobard, at least. he shuts his eyes and takes vision away in light of feeling him, harrison, just slightly shorter but there enough that barry can make a gentle effort into pining him against the wall behind him, a solid chest knocking him back. the motion could be suggestive, or it could be desperate -- eager or wanton or sad or lonely, endlessly and impossibly filled with emotion that exudes itself in tucking harrison against the wall, slotting between his legs while barry kisses, and kisses and kisses.
)
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[personal profile] metre 2016-04-25 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
( it is different -- he isn't drunk this time, mainly, he's in charge of what he's doing. he knows what he's taking from harrison, pining him back and sucking on his lips, the familiar odd vibration of pent up emotion pressed in against him, more than a little wanton in this particular circumstance. teeth find harrison's flesh lower lip and bite him softly, eagerly, demanding something that he can't name, that he doesn't let them put words to yet. he just does, feeling it out, laying palms flat on the points of harrison's slender hips, and pushing his shirt just fractions of an inch higher, making his intent clear. )
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[personal profile] metre 2016-04-26 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( he eats up that sound on Harrison's lips, immediately hungry for more of them to devour, a firstly slow and tempered kiss gaining passion, speed. whatever hesitation those wayward hands first expressed, they now grow bolder in climbing up the footfalls of harrison's ribcage, palming smooth but muscled skin with a vibrating touch, tempting and trusting. teasing, too.

for a man who can think a mile a minute, he wills his brain slower, not to think beyond the touch he presses against the body in front of him -- not his mother's murderer, not his sworn enemy, not anyone except another man he looks up to, and this time, this time, he's sure he won't be betrayed. he hopes he won't. maybe if he gives harrison something worth staying for, he won't leave barry like all the others.

even he can tell how pathetic that is. he still presses a firming cock against harrison's hip, thigh sliding between his legs the nudge at his own.
)
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[personal profile] metre 2016-04-29 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
No.

( he says it immediately, almost unwillingly, still under the effects of having harrison near him and his arm holding tightly close. it's almost a painful innocence that his expression shows, big eyes looking up and down across harrison's features before he kind of -- realizes, what they're doing. realizes that he doesn't mind, hands slowing at his sides until it's a normal hold, thumbs strong on his ribcage. )

I-I mean. No, I just ... want ... ( he flushes and ducks down against harrison's neck, hiding his face away in sheepishness. ) You, I guess. I mean. Definitely, yes. Right? Is that bad?