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Dirty Little Secret

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As soon as he had sent the message, Len poured himself a glass of scotch and waited. He would have been fine with ignoring Barry's e-Mails for all eternity (okay, that wasn't really true) but in the end it had been a very forceful visit from his sister and Mick that had made him reply.

Both of them had threatened to never speak to him again if he didn't speak to Barry and really, he could not not speak to the only family he had, now could he?

So he told Barry to come over. And now he waited. Not five seconds later, he heard a crackling sound and there was a knock on his door. Slowly, he walked over, bracing himself for what was to come. He opened it and looked right into Barry's smiling face.

He had almost forgotten how beautiful Barry was. With his carefree attitude even though he had already been through so much in his short lifetime. The big smile on his face, his crinkling eyes... Len swallowed hard before letting the speedster into his apartment.

“Come in,” was all he said in greeting.

Barry walked in and stood in the middle of the living room, uncertainty evident in his eyes.


Barry sat down on the sofa.

Both of them looked at each other but neither said anything.

“Okay,” Barry sighed, “I'll start, shall I?”

Len was leaning against his kitchen counter which separated the kitchen from the living room, almost as if to have as much space between him and Barry as possible.

“I'm in love with you,” Barry said. Voice strong and loud.

Hearing these words spoken out loud did things with Leonard he didn't know were possible, he actually felt weak in his knees.

“When I found out that you were... that you are Snowflake... I couldn't believe it. After watching the footage, I went straight on home and re-read all of the messages, trying to figure out whether or not it could be true. And you know what? I re-read all those messages, having in mind that you are the one who wrote them and I fell for you even more. I mean, jesus Len, I was talking to you about the crush I have on you. This is really messed up. But you said – on multiple occasions – that I am important. And that I am wonderful and I quote 'anyone would be happy to have me'. Did you just say that because you thought you were talking to a stranger or did you mean it? Because if you meant it... I meant every word I have ever written to you. To you, about you. Every single word. I think you are amazing and I do fall in love more and more every time I look at you...” Barry paused, not knowing what else to say and then added: “And I do want to have a Doctor Who marathon with you. And kiss you and someday marry you because I do believe – I really do – that you are my soulmate.”

Then it was silent again. Barry was so nervous he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest while waiting for Len to reply.

Len cleared his throat.

“I... I don't know what to tell you, Barry.”

“Well, best case scenario would be that you tell me you love me back, actually, but no pressure.”

“Gee, thanks,” Len smirked.

Oh how Barry loved that smirk. Not that he would ever tell him that.

Len's face went blank once more and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Look, Barry, I'm... I'm just gonna be honest with you here. I feel like I'm floating – or drowning – without anything I can hold on to. Since you told me that you were Science, I... this makes me so incredibly vulnerable and I feel very powerless. I said things in those e-Mails I never would have said to your face – or anyone's face, really. I am scared and I am tired and I would have left if... if I wasn't so hung up on you. The thing is though, that while I did talk to you about you – which you are right, by the way, is weird – I always talked about this fantasy. Because I know that you and me.. it wouldn't work. I mean you are the Flash, I am Captain Cold. There is this huge age gap, you would get in trouble with your friends and family and it's just not worth it.”

He took a large sip from his glass and looked at Barry, nervous about his reaction.

“Did you say you like me back?”

Len snorted.

“Is that all you took from that?”

Barry shrugged.

“It's the only important thing you said.”

He slowly stood up and walked over to Len. He took Len's glass out of his hand and placed it on the counter. He then continued to get closer and closer.

Len's breath hitched slightly, which Barry took as an invitation and kissed him. Softly at first and then it became more and more urgent, before they had to break the kiss for some air.

Barry tugged on Len's shirt but he removed Barry's hands from his waste.

“I'm shocked,” he drawled.

“Barry Allen, master of seduction. I'll have you know that I don't put out so easily. You'll have to buy me dinner first.”

Barry put his arms around Len's neck and grinned at him.

“Can do. I'm not quite ready to let go of you, yet though. Not even long enough to get food.”

He kissed him again.

“I'll be the Ten to your Rose,” he murmured and kissed Len again. Len huffed and Barry took it as a positive sign.

“I'll be the Rory to your Amy.”

He kissed him again but Len broke the kiss and looked at him obviously fighting a grin.

“How come I'm always the girl?”

Barry grinned before leaning in again.

“Because I will always be here to protect your Pandorica.”

Len laughed out loud and tried to get out of Barry's embrace.

“This is horrible,” he said trying to make Barry let go.

“I would have waited so many millennia for you to reply. You could have called me the boy who waited.”

Len ducked out of the embrace and put a couple of feet between him and Barry.

“No, Barry, no! I can't even look at you right now! Go, stand in the corner,” he exclaimed still laughing.

Since the living room wasn't really big, Barry flash-sped over to Len, knocked him to the ground and straddled him.

He leaned down, kissing him again.

“You know you love it.”

Len grinned, he had his eyes closed and felt so much happier than he could remember ever being.

“Mhh,” he finally murmured.

“Unfortunately, I think you're right.”

“I'm always right.”

Since he still had his eyes closed, he couldn't see Barry but he could still feel his breath on his own face.


“Yeah, and I have another bit of wisdom for you, Captain Cold.”

Len laughed (one could say it was a giggle, but Leonard Snart did not giggle).

“Yeah? And what's that?”

“That you should wear a bowtie.”

Len opened his eyes and looked straight into Barry's highly amused face.

“Why would I do such a thing?”

“Because bowties are cool.”

Len couldn't really argue with that. That was why he just grabbed Barry at the back of his neck and dragged him down to meet his own lips with his.

If Mr. Barry absolute-sunshine Allen was certain that they could make it work, who was he to not believe in him?