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elrhiarhodanTitle: Time On My Hands
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words – Day 12 (Prompt: Ass)
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Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen, E-2 Harrison Wells; implied Cisco/Barry, implied Cisco/Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne, implied Cisco/E-2 Harrison Wells
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~300
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Cisco finds he doesn't have enough hours in the day to really appreciate things. Like Barry's ass.
A/N: Written for Day 12 of the Merry Month of Masturbation, for the prompt “Ass”.
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For someone who worked around time traveling speedsters, he never seemed to have enough hours in the day. Never enough time to get down to business and really appreciate the gifts that the lightning had given him. Like Barry's abs and Barry's ass – especially in the suit.
Which was kind of unfair.
Before Barry, he'd never considered himself an ass man. He had been more of a strong forearms and broad shoulders kind of guy and he'd spent way too many nights with a bottle of Jergan's thinking about Dr. Wells' attributes.
Of course, that stopped once Wells has murdered him. Remembering his death at the hands, okay – hand – of a psychotic time-traveling speedster had a way of killing the mood.
Thank god he didn't get all hot and bothered by this new Wells, with his bad taste in music and his ridiculous hair, and the swath of perfectly toned belly that appeared whenever he stretched himself.
Stop it. Just… stop it.
No, Harry Wells did nothing for him.
Liar.
He let out an annoyed sigh, ignored the strange looks from Barry (with his perfect abs and his tiny ass hidden by too many layers of clothing and his endlessly long legs encased in tight, tight jeans) and from Harry (with his stupidly floofy hair and strong arms and neck and shoulders and that bit of skin showing where his sweater had ridden up over his perfect ass).
"Excuse me." He got up and pulled down his tee shirt, which was a little too short to cover what needed to be covered. "I need to um – go – take some time…"
Barry was definitely smirking at him and Harry looked like he knew just what was going through his head.
Oh, there definitely weren't enough hours in the day for this.
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words – Day 12 (Prompt: Ass)
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen, E-2 Harrison Wells; implied Cisco/Barry, implied Cisco/Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne, implied Cisco/E-2 Harrison Wells
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~300
Beta Credit: None
Summary: Cisco finds he doesn't have enough hours in the day to really appreciate things. Like Barry's ass.
A/N: Written for Day 12 of the Merry Month of Masturbation, for the prompt “Ass”.
For someone who worked around time traveling speedsters, he never seemed to have enough hours in the day. Never enough time to get down to business and really appreciate the gifts that the lightning had given him. Like Barry's abs and Barry's ass – especially in the suit.
Which was kind of unfair.
Before Barry, he'd never considered himself an ass man. He had been more of a strong forearms and broad shoulders kind of guy and he'd spent way too many nights with a bottle of Jergan's thinking about Dr. Wells' attributes.
Of course, that stopped once Wells has murdered him. Remembering his death at the hands, okay – hand – of a psychotic time-traveling speedster had a way of killing the mood.
Thank god he didn't get all hot and bothered by this new Wells, with his bad taste in music and his ridiculous hair, and the swath of perfectly toned belly that appeared whenever he stretched himself.
Stop it. Just… stop it.
No, Harry Wells did nothing for him.
Liar.
He let out an annoyed sigh, ignored the strange looks from Barry (with his perfect abs and his tiny ass hidden by too many layers of clothing and his endlessly long legs encased in tight, tight jeans) and from Harry (with his stupidly floofy hair and strong arms and neck and shoulders and that bit of skin showing where his sweater had ridden up over his perfect ass).
"Excuse me." He got up and pulled down his tee shirt, which was a little too short to cover what needed to be covered. "I need to um – go – take some time…"
Barry was definitely smirking at him and Harry looked like he knew just what was going through his head.
Oh, there definitely weren't enough hours in the day for this.
