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roommates

THE ROOMMATES MEME

Perhaps you were best friends who decided to make rent cheaper by living together, a couple who took the plunge and moved in together, or you could just be some random people thrown together by circumstance and really needing a place to live.

Either way, you're sharing a flat (or maybe even a room) now! What's going to happen?

You know this drill:
- Post your character name, series and any preferences.
- Go to RNG (1-11) and tag around.
- Have fun!

PROMPTS:
( the dishes in the sink )
The classic. Your flatmate just can't do the damn dishes. Are you annoyed? Do you confront them? Hell, perhaps you're just as lazy.

( the house party )
A staple of college/university life (and beyond). Break out the drink, tell people to bring their own beer because it's time to get messy! ... Oh, wait, you didn't know people were infiltrating your flat tonight? My bad.

( the move in )
Someone's moving into your place! Quick, help them! Or stand and laugh while they struggle upstairs.

( the noisy one )
Is there anything worse than paper thin walls and a noisy flatmate? You can hear everything they're doing... even (or especially) the TMI.

( the friendly one )
Oh, lucky you, you've scored someone who wants to try and make things as good as possible for you both! Don't waste this now. It might just be the greatest thing you could have.

( the tmi one )
OH GOD why did you walk in during that? Nope, backing out now... unless you're into that. Why do they keep telling you things, as well? Gosh.

( the disaster )
There's not even words. These are the ones the internet warned you about. A little TMI or noise? That is nothing compared to the crazy you're stuck with right now.

( the tv night )
Movies, TV marathons, whatever you like. You and your flatmate are going to hunker down with some popcorn and have fun.

( the fight )
Aww, darn. Is it not working out? Finally having to confront a crazy, or tell your other half that this is going to hell in a handbasket? Good luck, man.

( the shopping )
Whether you're going for groceries or furniture (or fun!), you and your flatmate are hitting the shops and spending some cash.

( the other )
Thought of something not on here? Go for it! Mix and match your options or anything else!

MEME ORIGINALLY BY

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"That's not what I'm.. nnh!.." Barry's head falls back as skilled fingers find a nipple and pinch just hard enough to make his hips buck. God it's been such a long time. "That's not what I'm saying."

Much more of this and Snart is going to completely short-circuit his ability to form words.

"I'm saying you could be more."

Leonard snorts, a soft, dark chuckle. Maybe hr's the one who doesn't get it, but it also doesn't matter. What he really wants is to distract the speedster, and that seems to be working.

"You're living in a dreamworld," he purrs, voice rich with something like affection.

Leaving the nipple alone, he drops his hand down and opens Barry's fly. "Last chance to pull out," he murmurs. "I'm gonna make you have to change your pants."

He'll see it one day, what Barry sees in him. He has so much potential to do good in the world.

Then those nimble fingers slip down his stomach to his aching erection and he moans. "Not going anywhere," he asserts, pressing eagerly against him.

So far, doing good hasn't exactly worked out the way he might have hoped. Bank robbery was simple - heroing came with all these inconvenient sacrifices.

But maybe a few perks, too.

He kissed Barry, deeply and thoroughly again, then dropped to his knees and slipped a hand into his underwear, drawing his erection out of his pants.

The speedster's shoulders hit the wall with a thud as cool hands fish him out of his jeans and cool air hits overheated skin. Barry can't help the moan that slips free, his fingers shifting to stroke through his close-cropped hair. "Nnh. God Len.."

"Yessssss, that's it, let me hear you," Snart purred, though he licked and mouthed languidly over the head of Barry's cock between the words. "You know, I feel like this retreat is working already. Look how much cliser we've gotten."

With a soft laugh at his own joke, he bent his head to engulf the speedster's member and began to suck in earnest.

Barry has to lock his knees to keep them from buckling. This was crazy. Beyond crazy. This was stupid and reckless and Len sucking him off is easily the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life. Better than the private fantasies he might have had, too.

What starts as an attempt to snort at his joke quickly trails off into another broken groan as warm heat surrounds him. "Jesus.. Len. Ohgoddon'tstop."

Len knows what he's doing, and he applies himself with determination and skill to bringing Barry right to the very edge of the falls. At the last moment, just as Barry's words and reactions are telling him that his orgasm is imminent, he curls his fingers around his cock and squeezes, casually lifting his head to look up at the speedster's face with a satisfied, malicious smirk.

Oh no, Barry, you aren't coming yet. Not until Snart wants you to, that is.

Barry is so close, so close to that edge that he very nearly screams when he's denied and his entire body vibrates with the force of it.

He chokes and curses, trying to breathe as he looks down at Snart.

Give him a minute. He'll remember how to speak.

The smirk only widens as Barry curses up a storm. Leonard looks every inch thr villain he once was in that moment, even on his knees before Barry, his lips swollen from delivering the blowjob.

"You sure you know what you're getting into, Barry?" he taunted, hand lazily beginning to stroke, to keep him just short of that edge.

It would be so easy to scoop him up, take them both to bed. But control is kind of Snart's thing, so he simply drops his head back against the wall. "Oh god I hate you." But the words are delivered with no venom.

"Finish it off or fuck me into the nearest hard surface."

Snart had been on the receiving end of Barry's strength and speed more than once and knew just how easy it would be. The fact that he did have control here, was all the more thrilling, knowing that Barry didn't dare turn the tables on him.

"Mmmm... what a choice," he purred, voice deep and liquid with desire. He hadn't planned on going that far so quickly - in fact, he hadn't necessarily even intended to insist on getting off himself - but... well, with that option laid on the table so temptingly, he couldn't very well say no.

He got to his feet and stood back for a moment, letting his eyes travel over the gorgeous picture Barry made - cock out and flushed, and the younger man panting braced against the wall - then he jerked his thumb towards the bedroom. "Get in there. I want you naked by the time I join you."

There's a thrill in it too, giving up just this little bit of control to Cold. He's not in any danger, so it's nice to let go. Barry grins eagerly at the order. "Not gonna be a problem."

And in a rush of wind he's gone, clothes at the foot of the bed, fingers idly drifting over his erection as he waits.

Yeah, Snart knew he was going to do that. Chuckling a little, he strolled into the bathroom and hunted through the cupboard, finding a convenient bottle of lube. Apparently, they thought of everything.

He slipped it into his pocket and walked into the bedroom, once again taking it all in for a moment. His eyes were both appreciative and calculating, and he was still completely fully dressed, his erection contained in loose-fitting pants. At least he wasn't wearing his coat.

He slipped off his shoes, and walked towards the bed. "You look like you just won the fucking lottery," he said, then cocked his head, sliding one knee onto the bed and leaning over the younger man, planting his hands on either side of his shoulders. "Well, the sex lottery. If you were rich, this would look different."

Sex lottery? It's enough to draw a laugh out of Barry as he hooks an arm around Snart to draw him into bed. "Seriously, are you going to pun all the way through this. Pants. Off." An eager hand palms his erection. "I need this in my mouth like right now."

Leonard groaned a bit and pushed his hips forward, rubbing his clothed erection into Barry's hand. "And what if I want to fuck you instead?" he growled, though he was already tugging at his own zipper, though all he did was draw his dick out of his pants, rather than taking them off properly.

The sight is enough to make his mouth go dry and Barry nods. "That. You should do that." God it's been too long and he wants this no matter how much of a bad idea it seems like. "Fuck me."

Snart grinned fiercely at the plea. How far they'd come from that Christmas when Barry had freaked out at the sight of Snart at his home. Though he doubted Iris and Joe would be happy to hear about this.

He bent to capture Barry's lips again, the kiss heating up as he pushed his knee between Barry's legs and pulled the lube out of his pocket. He slicked one hand and then delved down, gently sliding a finger into the speedster's body.

Barry moans raggedly at the probing finger, arching his hips up towards the criminal. He shouldn't want him like this, whatever they're doing it's all going to end in pain and tears but given the fact that it's been more than two years since he'd taken anyone to bed - hormones are going to win out in the end.

The reactions are so gratifying. Leonard is already suspecting that he could get addicted to the pleasures of being with the speedster - and that will be just fine. Of course, there's the teeny tiny wrinkle that Barry will probably get all sappy about it, and Cold will hurt him, whether he wants to or not.

But that's a problem for the future. Like, at least after he gets his first really good orgasm in ages.

He pushes in and out slowly, then works a second finger deeply into the other man, listening avidly to the noises he continued to make. His lips travel over Barry's skin, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave little marks along his neck.

Maybe they could work it out. Just a hook-up right? No strings, no emotions getting involved. Because those fingers in him feel like heaven and Barry wants more. He wants to be fucked until he can't remember his own name, to get out of his head for just a little while.

"Stop teasing," he groans. "'m good. Get up here."

Leonard chuckles and scissors his fingers open, testing to make sure that wasn't just bravado. Of course, if he did push a little too hard, Barry would heal.

He pulls his fingers free and shifts upwards, pushing Barry's legs further apart as he rubs himself against the crack of his ass. "Impatient," he purrs smugly. "I like that."

Slowly, he begins to push himself deep into Barry's body.

Barry shudders and groans at the skilled, long fingers working into him. His fingers twitch in the sheets and the vibrations threaten to tear the sheets beneath him as he hooks his leg back behind Len to help keep him close as he works his way inside.

His brows furrow, short, sharp breaths escaping from him as he sinks deeply into him. God. It's so good and he hisses out a moan as he seats fully inside him. "Nnh. Nnh.. fuck so good.. don't stop don't stop."

That pleading just goes straight to his dick, and warms Len from the inside out in a thoroughly pleasant way. What he wouldn't give to hear the Flash begging him like that on a daily basis? He'd give quite a lot, anyway.

"Nnngh," he groans, hooking his arms under Barry's legs and forcing them up and out to give him total access as he begins to thrust. "That's it, kid," he purrs. "I've got you."

The moment Cold moves, Barry simply lets him do it. Surrender is a rush in itself and he arches his back, moaning as he's reassured. Promised. Barry doesn't need forever, he just needs this. Len's body spearing into him again and again and driving him ever closer to that wonderful, delicious peak.

"More. Fuck. Don't stop," he begs, one hand stroking himself as the thrusts pick up in pace.

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