Third person
Radiant, bright light streamed through the beige drapes and onto the soft, white bed that Hal Jordan and Barry Allen shared. It awoke Barry, causing him to roll over and try to find his partner to tuck his face into his chest and hide from the piercing light.
Hal was no where to be found, and Barry leaned back against the many pillows that surrounded him on the bed. He was so comfortable, but he had to pee so bad.
Sighing, he sat up and blinked his shining blue eyes a few times to adjust to the light. He got up, his bare feet becoming cold on the wooden oak floor, and walked over to the dresser him and Hal shared.
Tiredly, and groggily, he tugged open the drapes by the dresser and looked outside at Gotham. It looked so lively, so busy, even at this early in the morning. Of course it did, though; it was a workday and early in the morning. In a few hours, the streets would be completely clear, and that's when the two men would start running their errands.
He pulled out a pair of black joggers and used the restroom. As he walked from the pale blue restroom, his stomach growled angrily, disturbing the calm morning. Of course Barry was hungry; he not only had to deal with a naturally fast metabolism, but also had to deal with the fact that whenever he used his glorious power it costed him thousands of precious calories.
He set a hand on his stomach, and opened the bedroom door. A wonderful smell of breakfast hit his nose, and made his mouth water. His eyes widened, and, without noticing, Barry's legs carried him into the warm kitchen.
Hal Jordan, his handsome, sexy, but still classy, boyfriend was in his boxers, just boxers, making an incredible feast.
"Good morning, my love," Hal smiled, leaning over to peck his boyfriend on his cheek.
"Damn, what did I do to deserve-" he addressed Hal, "This?" Barry smirked, plopping in a chair that was in perfect view so not only could he see the food being cooked, but his extremely gorgeous boyfriend.
Hal shrugged, and turned back to the sizzling pan. He opened the lid, and more aromas hit Barry's nose. Hal clicked off the stove top and gathered some plates.
After serving Barry eggs, pancakes, some hash browns, bacon, and a few other things, he served himself just some eggs, toast, and bacon.
Barry immediately began to shovel food in his face, then moaned at the flavors hitting his tongue.
"Barry, save that for later," Hal winked, sipping his coffee and picking up his book that rested on the table.
Barry flushed and grabbed the glass of orange juice. Sipping off of the glass, he scanned Hal up and down, and admired him. He was too absorbed in his book to notice his boyfriend's loving gaze on him, until Barry began to do the dishes.
"Babe, I got that," Hal scolded, standing up.
Barry put his hand on his chest in desperate attempt to stop him.
"Mmm, no. Allow me," Barry argued, setting the rest of the dishes in the sink. He ran the water and added some soap, and Hal whipped him in the butt with a towel.
"I'm drying,"
Barry flushed and began to wash the dishes that were piled up. Hal hummed some tune he heard a few days ago on the radio, and swayed his hips so he gently bunked against Barry's.
Eventually the dishes were all washed and put away, and Hal grabbed Barry and began to slow dance with him to his hum. Barry followed Hal's lead, and giggled when Hal dipped him down and gently pushed a loving kiss into his neck.
"You're a dork, Hal,"
"And you're irresistible, Barry," Hal smirked, as he scooped Barry up and ran with him to the bedroom. And the entire way, you could hear Barry's laughs and protests, until he eventually gave into the charm.
