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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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Len was determined to get him off - at least once - before he orgasmed, but the task was getting more difficult by the moment. He panted and shuddered as Barry also began to twist under him.

"Come for me, Barry," he ordered breathlessly.

He hardly needs the encouragement as his fist tightens and his back bows with the force of his orgasm, fingers clutching hard at Len's shoulder as he suffered and cries out a peak that has been absolute years in the making.

Snart grunts softly, biting down on his lower lip as Barry writhes in his arms. He thrusts a few more times into that gorgeous body before finding his own completion, scarcely making a sound as his body tightens and shudders through his climax.

He sinks down, bracing himself over Barry, panting for breath for a few moments before rolling off of him and onto his back. He isn't certain what to make of all this, honestly. It can't be something permanent, but Barry never struck him as the no-strings-attached type, so he's rather expecting Barry to get mushy about it.

Maybe...that wouldn't be so bad in the short term, though he knows he won't be good for Barry in the long.

Yup. That just happened. Barry closes his eyes as Snart rolls off him and flops onto his back and they both try and catch their breath. Easily one of the dumber things he's done, but his body is deliciously sore and he's still tingling right down to his toes.

So he's just not going to think about it. Nope. He's going to get up, wander into the bathroom for a quick shower and find some fresh clothes to pull on. Denial won't work for long, but he's also not going to expect much out of this, no matter what he might want for himself.

Len sort of reaches out vaguely when he feels Barry get up, but his hand flops down and he just stays where he is while Barry showers, letting himself doze. Maybe it's a good idea for him to conserve his strength, actually, given that he just bagged himself a lover half his age with super speed and super...everything.

It occurs to Len that he might be slightly too old for this. But he really, really doesn't care.

When Barry emerges from the bathroom, Len gets up. He's all tucked into place and looking like he didn't just have amazing sex, but he grabs a spare set of clothing and passes Barry on his way to have a shower as well.

However, as they come close, he catches Barry by the arm and stops him, leaning close. He bites down lightly on Barry's earlobe, then whispers. "Gonna fuck you again later," he promises, low and smug. "Hope that's not a problem."

It should be a problem. It really should be. But Barry can't contain his shudder at the promise or the way his body reacts to Len simply being pressed close. This is all going to end in tears, blows or both.

Funny enough? He doesn't care.

Barry shifts to catch him in a lingering kiss. "Pretty sure I'm not gonna have a problem with it. But next time? Next time I'm riding you."

Len hums into the kiss and slips his arm around his waist, holding him close for a bit longer. "Promise?" he purrs, eyes lighting with interest.

"Guess you'll just have to see," he murmurs against his lips. This was a bad idea in every sense of the word, but let's face it, that hasn't stopped him in the past.

Len pulled away, eyes bright with mischief. "You'd better not break your word, Barry."

He slapped the younger man on the ass and then walked into the bathroom to clean up.

And if there's a return tweak to that very, very nicely shaped ass before he flashes away, who can blame him right? Two can totally play at this game, Cold.

Len grins and strips off his clothes before taking a shower. When he steps back out, he dries off and dresses again before emerging. "You still here, honeybunch? How much time before the mixer?" he calls out sweetly.

There's a groan from the kitchen. "Seriously. Do not call me that." They could still play their parts, they could still have amazing sex, but honeybunch? Barry's got to draw the line somewhere.

"I checked out the place while you were in the shower. We should be able to get out during this little mixer to take a better look around."

"What, you don't like pet names?" Len was bemused and slightly irritated that Barry had been able to case the place so easily. If only he had that kind of ability - he could get so much more done. "You sure you need me around at all?" he teased.

"Come on," he huffs. Scarlet and Red weren't enough? Seriously he has to draw the line somewhere. "You know I need your help on this. I can get around but the only way we're going to do this is together."

And Barry? He's not sure if he should be relieved or worried that he's got Len watching his back. Likely a little of both.

"Glad to know I'm needed," Len purrs. "Unless you're just trying to pat my ass. Are you trying to pat my ass?" He'll never get tired of the sexual innuendos, especially now that they've had sex.

He slips his arm around Barry's waist and steals a kiss, tickled that he can actually do that now. "Let's go, then."

"Well if that's an offer?" Barry smiles in return. God. The innuendos in addition to the puns. He's never going to get a straight answer out of him again.

He snorts at the arm, but doesn't make a show of pushing it off. They are supposed to be in counseling after all. Making the effort while they did some snooping around.

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