triskehale | date night

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Derek has a lot more time on his hands now that he isn't working the food truck, and he's doing his best to find ways to fill it. He's made some improvements to the cabin, and now he looks at the place that was once a place for him to be alone and wonders if its too small. He wonders if maybe Barry might want to find a place of their own together. The thought scares him and exhilarates him all at once, and he pushes it aside to think about later. Things are so good between them, and he's a little worried to press his luck.

Since the truck has been closed, Derek's Friday nights are free again. Barry is at the station, no doubt cooped up in his lab, and Derek decides to see if he can go coax him out. It's a little strange to walk through the police station, even as often as he finds himself there now. He still has a bit of a reputation there, thanks to his history of showing up with bleeding criminals, and now he's also known as the boyfriend of the cute new forensic scientist.

He waves at a few people, avoids small talk with a few others, and finally breathes in relief once he finds Barry's lab. He's the only one inside, sitting in the moonlight pouring in through the window, and Derek knocks on the door frame. "Hey," he says quietly. "Must be a hell of a case."

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"No," says Barry, smiling faintly as he begins to slow down on his mountain of food. "I liked Bones. I don't know why, he's such a grump, and he never got to do much doctoring on the show besides saying, 'He's dead, Jim,' but he was my favorite. And Uhura."

Barry whistles low. "What a knockout."

"Damnit, Jim," Derek quotes gruffly, smiling a little before finishing off the last of his bread. The moment goes a little bittersweet, and Derek assumes maybe they're both thinking about the families that they no longer have. They have each other and to Derek, Barry feels like family. But still, there's no replacing what they've lost.

"Uhura, huh? Should I be jealous?" Derek teases, bumping his shoulder against Barry's softly. "Bones is here too. Reboot Bones, anyway. This place is so bizarre. I'm friends with dwarves from Lord of the Rings."

"I'm pretty sure I've seen them," says Barry, smiling until his gaze it caught by the motion of the flickering screen. They're coming to the sad part of the time travel episode, where Jim realizes he can change history and save Edith, but that if she lives, her life will cause a spiral of effects that would worsen life for all of humanity. It's the first time he's seen it since he got his powers, and Barry realizes in a rush how close it hits to home.

Mouth dry, Barry lifts his last piece of bread and tries valiantly to eat it.

Barry's scent goes slightly brittle and sad all of a sudden, and Derek has no idea why. Admittedly, he's been paying more attention to Barry and his food than the screen, so it takes him a moment to piece it all together. It's been a really long time since he's seen the episode, but eventually it comes flooding back to him. Derek has a hard time watching anything involving house fires, just like Barry is particularly troubled by time travel and sacrifice.

"Hey," Derek says quietly, leaning in to wrap his arms around Barry and rest his chin on Barry's shoulder, nuzzling softly at his neck. "We can watch something else."

He bites his lip and presses a kiss behind Barry's ear, something soft and sweet just to remind Barry that Derek is there, that he cares. He still isn't the best at talking, but he's more than capable of listening. "Or-- do you want to talk about it?"

Barry huffs out a laugh, but it's a feeble one as he nods. "Right, you can smell me getting sad." He breathes in, finally shifting into Derek's side as guilt and embarrassment and grief roil through him.

"He left, actually," he said. "My dad, when he got out of prison. All that time apart and we were finally together, and he barely made a pit stop at the house before he left to go west. He said it was so I could be the hero I needed to be, but I think - " Barry hesitates. "I think it might have been because he knew I'd gone back in time, and I still didn't save her. I could have fixed everything right then - for him, for her, for our family, and I didn't do it."

"Yeah," Derek replies sheepishly. "That, and I know you pretty well."

Barry starts talking, and Derek listens to every word as he moves so that he's fully behind Barry, thighs on either side of his hips as he keeps his arms wrapped loosely around Barry's middle. Derek finds that sometimes it's easier to talk when he doesn't have to look anyone in the eyes, but he doesn't want to let go. His heart aches for Barry, and he furrows his brow a bit as he processes everything. It must have been so hard to get a parent back only to lose them again, that time of their own volition.

"Barry," he says quietly, gently pulling him back so that he's leaning against Derek's chest. "It's not like you did it without reason. I can't even imagine how hard that must have been, but I know that if given the choice? I really doubt I could have been as selfless. You never stopped believing in your father," Derek assures him, holding him a bit tighter. "And I really, really don't think that he would have stopped believing in you either."

"I hope so," says Barry softly, half burrowed back against Derek. Derek believes in the best of his dad, and Barry would like to, too, but he can't help wondering. "I just wish I could've said a proper goodbye to him before I came here," he says. "But I guess everybody wishes that when they wind up stuck here."

"I know what you mean," Derek says quietly. He never got to say goodbye to his parents, or any of the rest of his family. It was just a normal day, and his last words to his mother were a muffled and sarcastic yeah, yeah as he ran out of the house with a mouth full of toast.

"I feel bad," Derek admits quietly, suddenly feeling the need to be honest. "I really wish that you could be back there with your dad, and everyone else. But-- I'm so fucking glad that you're here."

"Don't feel bad," Barry murmurs. "I feel that way, too. I want to be there, but I want to be with you, too. This place wouldn't be bearable without you." Barry closes his eyes for a moment, just leaning back into Derek, soaking in his warmth. He thinks of Derek coming to get him on a really tough day at work. He thinks of the food he'd made for him, of the setup Derek's made in his yard with pillows and blankets and a projector.

"There are worse places to be stuck, you know?" he asks with a faint smile.

"I just want to make you as happy as I can," Derek admits, wrapping his arms more tightly around Barry and nuzzling the side of Barry's throat and pressing a kiss to each in the line of moles along his neck. "I know you didn't ask to be here, and I know-- I know that you'd rather be home and I don't blame you at all."

Derek doesn't quite feel the same pull to go home. There's nothing waiting for him in Beacon Hills except for more enemies, more death and pain. Darrow definitely has its downsides, and he hates that he's trapped anywhere, but he doesn't even really want to leave. He hasn't wanted to in awhile. "But we're definitely making the most of being stuck here, right?"

"We are," says Barry, twisting in his arms to face him. "And I don't want to be home if it means leaving you. I just - " Barry laughs a little. "I wish that somehow, you could come home with me. You could help the team. Everyone would love you, God, especially Cisco." He feels lighter for the thought, even if it's a wistful one. "Joe, my dad, Caitlin. Even Iris. Everyone."

Derek loosens his grip just enough to let Barry turn in his arms, and watches his face as he speaks. The emotion and honesty in Barry's voice makes Derek's throat go a little tight, and he nods. God, Barry really does love him. Not that Derek doubted him, but in this moment he really feels the whole depth and scope of that love and it's nearly enough to make his eyes sting. He's just so grateful, and he returns that love with a ferocity that he hopes Barry can feel to his bones.

"If I had the choice, I think I'd go with you," Derek admits. He has people that he cares for very deeply here, and a life that he's come to enjoy, but he would go with Barry if such a thing were possible. For Barry to have his family back-- for Derek to be a part of that family? He doesn't think that there's anything that he wouldn't do. "I'd love to meet them."

His voice is trembling slightly, eyes shining as he leans in to press their foreheads together. "I don't ever want to be anywhere that isn't where you are."

Barry swallows hard, but the lump doesn't go away, especially when he sees the telltale sheen in Derek's eyes. Twisting further, Barry wraps his arms around Derek, pulls his legs up and wraps those around him too until they're completely tangled on the blankets.

"And I'd go to Beacon Hills if I had to," says Barry, smiling through the tremors in his own voice, "Even if it's apparently populated by dicks."

Derek positions himself to accept the onslaught of long, strong limbs clinging to him, and he holds onto Barry just as fiercely for a long moment. The tension is broken by Barry's words, and Derek lets out a shaky laugh before sniffling once and reaching up to cup the base of Barry's skull, thumbing at the short hair at his nape.

"Huge dicks," Derek replies, biting his lip for a moment. The only thing truly calling him back to Beacon Hills is his little sister, the one he hasn't seen since she was eleven years old. Still, he thinks that he would choose Central City. "If you knew how much of a hellhole Beacon Hills could be, you'd know just how much that means to me."

He smiles, and then leans in to kiss Barry softly before speaking again. "Nah, Central City would be better. You have your family, and your adoring fans. A coffee even," Derek teases, still dragging his fingertips through Barry's hair. "How could I resist going where I could get my very own Flash action figure to play with?"

"You're not allowed to do anything dirty to or with the action figure," Barry laughs, leaning in for another kiss. He keeps it short, feeling Derek's breaths just as labored as his own, pulling back to kiss his cheek instead. He peppers more against his face, lips pressing to Derek's forehead and both brows.

"It would be pretty awesome, though," he says. "Especially when Team Arrow came to town. You'd experience the singular joy of working your way into Oliver's heart all over again."

"Why would I do that when I could do something dirty with the real thing?" Derek teases, playfully squeezing Barry's ass through his sweats. His eyes fall shut as Barry kisses his face, and he can't help but to let out a small, fond growl. He never knew that he could feel how Barry makes him feel. After he lost his family, he thought that he would never be this important to anyone again. Derek is used to being wrong about things, but this time it feels really good.

"It wasn't that hard the first time," Derek says with a laugh, feeling a slight pang as he thinks of Oliver. "I just threw him off of his game and made fun of him a lot."

Barry chuckles. "Yeah, that would throw him off his game," he says with a pang of his own. "If he ever comes back, explaining your suit is gonna be real awkward." But Barry's had about enough of missing people tonight, and he buries it in another, deeper kiss, cupping Derek's cheeks in both hands.

"Maybe a little," Derek says with a laugh, scrunching his nose up a bit. Barry kisses him, deeper this time, and Derek returns it with another soft growl as Barry holds his face. He licks into Barry's mouth and slides his fingers up into his soft hair, winding it between his fingers.

"Seems like you might have figured out another part of the surprise," Derek says, smiling against Barry's mouth and kissing him again, pulling him further into his lap. Derek is glad that they talked, but now more than anything he wants to touch. No matter how many times he gets to touch Barry, whether it be a brush of a hand or a kiss, it never seems like enough. "How many times did you have sex outdoors before you met me, huh?"

He's grinning, and there's a teasing curl to it as he kisses him again and nips playfully at his lower lip.

"Um, about zero, I think?" answers Barry, arching with an indrawn breath when their bodies meet just right. "Less than one for sure. That being said," he adds with a laugh, winding his arms around Derek's neck, "At this point isn't us not having sex more surprising? Not that I'm complaining."

He finds the right angle and rocks forward, feeling every bit of the heat he'd felt before dinner returning with renewed strength. Barry takes Derek's hand and pushes it beneath his shirt, suddenly anxious to have those hands on him. "God, you're warm."

"You better not be complaining," Derek replies, dragging his lips along Barry's jaw and throat in a line of kisses. His beard makes Barry's skin flush red, and he gasps when Barry's hips slide forward to press perfectly against Derek's own. With Barry, it's never just sex. It always feels more meaningful, like it's just another way of communicating. "We're just really, really good at it."

Once his hand is under Barry's shirt, Derek's fingers trail up to circle a nipple. He traces it with his thumb, flicking his nail across it once it stiffens. Derek surges up onto his knees and catches Barry as he rocks backwards, laying him down gently into the cushions and pushing his shirt up to lean down and press a kiss to his flat stomach.

"You know what I've been thinking about all day?" Derek asks, breathing hotly against the groove of Barry's hip before taking the drawstring of Barry's sweats between his teeth and tugging the knot free. "About just how badly I wanted to get my mouth on you."

Even though he's put Derek's hand there, even though it's everything Barry's wanting and more, he sees stars when Derek's fingers find his nipple and tweak, the world tilting in a way that doesn't make sense until Barry realizes Derek's got him on his back.

He gapes up at him, ready for anything until Derek undoes his drawstring with his teeth, and then Barry can only whine. "God, please," he says, hips bucking up against Derek's chin. "I love your mouth."

"It loves you back," Derek says with a low chuckle, pushing Barry's shirt up over his chest before easing his sweats down to his knees. It's an obscene image, one that Derek can barely look away from. Barry's skin glows under the tiny lights, and Derek slides one hand up the center of his chest and stomach while wrapping the other around his cock. It's blood-warm in his palm and Derek thumbs at the head, barely wasting any time before he's leaning down to drag his tongue across it.

"You always taste so good," Derek groans, eyes flickering red as he looks up at Barry to see his reaction. He drags his wet tongue down the shaft, slicking the way for his hand to start to pump slowly up and down while he pulls the head into his mouth and starts to suck almost lazily. He wants to take this slow tonight, and pay Barry's body the attention it deserves. He wants to take his time, because he hopes against all odds that that's one thing that they'll never run out of.

Barry's already whimpering with need and Derek's only got his pants down. Then he bends his head and licks a stripe across his cock and Barry's gone, head thrown back and groaning out his pleasure. "God, please," he says again, shifting up on his elbows in time to see Derek's red eyes. He looks hungry in a way that's only ever meant amazing things for Barry, and he groans again, eyes at half mast when Derek begins to pump and suck him at the same time.

His toes curl inside his sneakers, and Barry suddenly wishes he'd taken them off so he could press his feet to Derek's back, urge him on with insistent digs of his toes. "So good," he breathes, but Barry whines when he doesn't pick up speed. "So slow."

"We can't speed through everything, Flash," Derek murmurs against the head of his cock, grinning up at him before opening his mouth wide and letting Barry's cock slide across his tongue. He closes his lips around it only when it nudges the back of his throat, and he lets out a hungry moan as his other hand travels along Barry's chest, over his nipples and along his collarbones.

Maybe he wants to drive Barry a little crazy. Derek bobs his head up and down slowly, draping his arm across Barry's hips to pin them down to the pillows while he blows him. A low growl escapes him, sending vibrations around Barry's cock as he pushes down deeper, relaxing his throat and swallowing. Bitter flavor bursts across his tongue, and he growls again. He practically woke up craving the weight of Barry's cock on his tongue, and now that he has it, he wants to make it last.

Edited 2016-09-13 06:49 (UTC)

Barry chases Derek's hands with his own, tries to make them bear down harder, dig his nails in deeper, slides his fingers into Derek's hair instead and tries to urge him forward, but he can't even lift his hips. "Derek," Barry whimpers as Derek holds him down, mouth sliding so tight and deep around him that Barry could weep, so slow he might go mad.

"Please," he breathes out, head thrown back as Derek swallows around him. His toes curl inside his sneakers and Barry's dizzy with it, or maybe it's just the way he's gulping down air, not able to get enough with Derek's mouth so hot around him.

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