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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"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.

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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.

"Okay, okay," Derek says with a throaty chuckle, both turned on and amused by Barry's urging. His own cock is stiff and trapped uncomfortably in his jeans, so he reaches down to pop the fly and give himself a little relief before he drags his tongue up the side of Barry's cock again. A clear bead of fluid rolls down from the head and Derek catches it with the tip of his tongue, letting out a pleased hum as he swallows.

"Mm, since you're so eager," he purrs, eyes red as he looks up at Barry's face. His cock is warm and thick as Derek wraps his hand around it, dragging it up and down slowly. "Do you want to fuck my mouth?"

Derek pulls off, and Barry manages to get his head up with an affronted look that Derek has stopped, only to loose a heartfelt moan when Derek licks the head of his cock. He hums, almost too lost in the firm grip of Derek's hand to hear his offer, but Barry stills with his eyes gone wide.

"Yes?" he says, for the idea is so heady he's not sure if he's misheard, if he or anyone should have this kind of thing on offer, holding Derek's beautiful face in his hands and fucking it. "I would love that," he says, breathless and sitting up on his elbows. "Would you?"

"I would," Derek says truthfully. He trusts Barry so much, and sometimes exhibiting that trust turns him on more than anything else that they do. That, and Barry seems so thrilled by the idea that Derek couldn't possibly refuse him.

He crawls over Barry's body to kiss him, and then rolls back to sit up on his knees and pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. "Do you want to stand, or do you want me to lay down?"

The thought of trying something new has him excited, chest heaving with each deep breath as he watches Barry eagerly. "However you want me."

"That's," says Barry with a deep breath as Derek pulls his shirt off, "Not really narrowing it down, I want you every way." Barry rocks up onto his own knees, not sure how he wants Derek but positive that if he doesn't choose, they'll never get to start. Barry puts a hand to the blankets and levers himself onto his trembling legs. "Every way, all the time, Derek, it's killing me. On your knees?" he asks.

Barry steps forward, unable to look away from Derek's flushed face. "I want to see you."

"You can always have me however you want," Derek says easily, watching Barry's body as he moves. His gaze drags up to Barry's face, his flushed mouth and bright eyes, and his heart seems to trip over itself before starting to beat even faster. It's been less than a minute since Barry has touched him, but Derek already misses it.

"Yeah, that's good. I want to watch your face," Derek breathes out, reaching out as Barry stands to drag his sweats down trembling legs and helping him out of his shoes. Soon Barry is standing naked in front of him, and Derek slides his hands up the backs of his thighs to cup his ass and pull him closer. His mouth falls open as he lets out a shuddering breath, and he looks up at Barry's face as he leans in to pull Barry's cock into his mouth again.

Barry gasps, pushing into Derek's grip. It doesn't seem right or fair, it doesn't seem possible that anyone could have someone like Derek on their knees in front of them, but here Derek is, looking up at Barry with an expression that's near enough to break Barry's heart.

"Yeah," he breathes as Derek opens his mouth and takes him in, not quite thrusting yet. "This," he says, overwhelmed and reverent and so hot he feels he'll catch fire, "And then I'm going to make you come so hard you cry, Derek. Whatever it takes."

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