harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

He knows. Barry. Fifteen years. He knows you. You can't trick him into thinking...anything. Different. [And yes, Barry might be taller than he is, all things being equal, but right now things are far from it and Harrison is tucking Barry into both arms, bracing himself as if he can stand between Barry and some physical blow heading toward him and catch it himself, leaning more toward acting-father right now than anything else.

There's no other way to react, no other way he can react to the bleakness in Barry's voice, the way he's almost burrowed into Harrison's shoulders even as he whispers in the same breath that he can't do what he's doing right now.]

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.

[It's so quietly, sadly sincere that Harrison can't help smiling a little. Eobard has more than just his face, he knows that almost too well now, he has the memories and echoes of the first Harrison Wells from Barry's Earth, but that man's compassion hadn't gotten in the way of the Reverse Flash.

He's still the man who had built Barry up to bring him down even harder and twisted the very definition of love, and it isn't fair that Barry should have to deal with him now. It's not a sentiment that does any good at all, but Harrison still thinks it to himself.] Yeah. Well. It was mine first and I've done more with it.

( 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. )

[It hadn't been a challenge to predict that this might be coming, and Harrison's fingers rub lightly over the nape of Barry's neck, slow and even, keeping him here.

The last thing he wants is to do something that will end up hurting Barry even more deeply.

But that doesn't mean he won't lean into the kiss, light and careful, the hand around Barry's waist tucking him in closer. Here, at least for a little while, there isn't anything Barry needs to save, nothing to sacrifice for, it's just them. He can just be Barry Allen.]

( 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. )

[Harrison hits the wall a little harder than expected, knocking just that much more breath out of him as Barry almost drinks him in. It's more than he expects, an escalation from their brief connection at Cisco's party, this is different, he can almost taste how much Barry needs something from him.

So he relaxes against the body crowded so close to him, one arm still tight around Barry's waist, the fingers at the back of his neck sliding forward to cup along his jaw, a thumb tracing the line of his cheek. There's no room for him to whisper, not yet, but there's nothing to say, not when everything is pouring out so clearly in this. There's nothing more for Harrison to do, yet, than let Barry have this.]

( 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. )

[That vibration is familiar and it pulls a gasp from him, briefly wide-eyed as memories rise entirely unbidden, someone else melting into him like this, eager and wanting, the need coming through his skin with every touch. It's enough to have his hips shifting into Barry's hands with a low sound that could be a groan or a growl, or the barely-there whisper of a name, too muffled in the kiss to know.

There had been a fraction of this before, the realization that this was possible, but it's here now and Harrison hadn't realized how impatiently he'd been waiting for it. The roll of his hips and slide of his teeth against Barry's lip, those are enough to say yes without cluttering the room with words neither of them want to reach for.]

( 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. )

[It's that shifting of Barry's hips that brings Harrison back to his senses. He blinks his eyes open, still a little dazed from the surprise of feeling Barry's hands vibrating against his skin and the memory it brings back, and his fingers slide to the back of Barry's neck as he pulls back just enough to whisper.]

Barry. Wait. [He keeps his arm tight around Barry's waist, not letting him move back, this isn't a rejection, this is only a pause. Because he needs to know, searching Barry's face.] I'm not him, Barry. Is that what you want?

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?

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