Arrowverse One-shots

Tension

Some seriously smutty Oliver and Barry work here.
Barry is stressed with everything going on, Oliver is good at relieving tension.

     Barry throws his mask, knocking a lamp off the bedside table. He groans and catches it, knowing Joe would be made if he just let it break. Break. That's exactly what Barry needed, a break. A stress, Flash, crime free break. But that could never happen, Central City needed him too much for the Flash to take a break of any kind.
     Recently things had gotten even worse for Barry, stress wise that is. With Zoom gone and the mess he had made with Flashpoint, things were just crazy stressful. He needed something to relieve some tension. An expected visit from Oliver Queen was exactly the type of something he needed.
     Oliver knocks on the door, waiting patiently for Barry. For the fastest man alive, he was slow when it came to opening doors. Oliver puts a hand on his hip and the other on the door frame so when Barry finally opens it, he's leaning over him. "O-Oliver, what are you doing here?"
     "It's the last Friday of the month, we always meet at this time. Don't tell me you forgot." He says, walking past Barry and over to the stairs, slapping his ass on the way. Barry jumps and walks after him. "Why are you going upstairs?" He asks. "If you're sure that no one is gonna come home than we can do it in the living room, I'd like a change of scenery."
     "Do what?" Barry asks, starting to get nervous. "Each other. Come on, you know what we do. I didn't come all the way out here for you to get cold feet and a soft dick." Oliver says, pulling Barry up a step. "Come on Oliver, that's not funny." Barry says, starting to get nervous. "Neither is you joking."
     "I'm not joking. I don't know what's going on. We've never done this before." He says. "Flashpoint?" Oliver asks. "Makes sense. I can't believe that the little change ended up with us sleeping together. This is nuts." Barry laughs. "What's nuts is that after all the times I've fucked your brains out, you don't even remember. Well, we'll make new memories."
     "Uh, Ollie, what do you mean?"

     Oliver throws Barry onto the bed, pinning him down. "I've never done this with a man before." Barry warns. "Like I said, we're making new memories." He says, pulling on Barry's shirt's collar. Barry unzips his pants and slides them down for Oliver, he wasn't expecting this but now he needed it.
     "Tell me you want me." Oliver growls, yanking down Barry's boxers. Barry swallows hard and let's Oliver run his hands over his now completely naked body. Barry closes his eyes tightly, waiting for what feels like an eternity, waiting for Oliver to touch him again. The waiting gets boring, he opens his eyes. Oliver is taking off his shoes. He laughs and pulls down his boxers, leaving them both completely exposed.
     "So, this is your first time?" Oliver asks, getting excited. "Yeah, first time. Please be gentle."
     "The first time I remember us doing this, it was your first time too, this is confusing. Anyway, it was your first time and you were super nervous that I was gonna hurt you. You know what I did?" Oliver asks. "Went easy on me?" Barry asks. Oliver laughs. "No, no Barry. I fucked you so hard that you nearly passed out."
     Barry swallows, his body was ready and there was no hiding it, there was no hiding anything. Oliver gives his dick a quick jerk, giving it the last little bit it needed to be hard enough to stay up on its own. Barry's was already doing that, he was so turned on, he could finish without much more than thinking about it.
     "This is gonna hurt." Oliver warns, pulling the lube out of his discarded jacket's pocket. He squeezes some onto his hand, coating his dick in more than he needs, the last thing he wanted was Barry complaining. Oliver doesn't flinch, making Barry think the lube must have warmed up in Oliver's pocket. He's wrong.
     The cold lube makes Barry jump when some hits skin. "Jeez Ollie, that's so cold, I expected it to call me Scarlet." Barry says, wiping the lube droplets from his upper leg. "Don't be such a baby. That's the easiest part." Oliver says, not giving Barry any other warning before pushing the head of his dick in, making Barry scream.
     His legs spasm and shake, Oliver holding him in place. "Tell me when I can put more in." He says. "There's more?" Barry asks. "You're barely past the head, you for another eight inches." Oliver tells him. Barry groans, rubbing Oliver's arms. "Just shove it all in." He says. "That's a lot at once, are you sure that's what you want?" He asks. "Just fucking fuck me Oliver, before I change my mind."
     Oliver doesn't wait, he pushes the rest into Barry, making him writh in pain and discomfort. Eventually he stops, letting him settle to the feeling. "My big fat cock feels good in your tight little ass, doesn't it?" Oliver asks, getting close to Barry's ear.
     Barry is on the brink of finishing, getting breathless and shaky. "This is okay. No, no this is good. It feels so full, I love it." He breathes. Oliver slowly puts a leg on each shoulder and pulls out. Barry moans when Oliver gets it all the way out, leaving Barry open and dripping. "Please Oliver, I need this."
     Oliver pushes all the way in, stealing another scream from Barry. "Do that, do that." Barry pleads, hitting Oliver's arm. Oliver does as he's asked, bottoming out again and again, getting Barry to his limit. He takes longer than Oliver expected so Oliver moves up, pushing Barry's legs closer to his chest and pushing him over the edge, making him finish. Oliver holds Barry as he shakes.
     He'd never felt anything like that before. It was surreal, powerful, and completely savage. Oliver pulls out completely, he's still hard. "Wow Barry, I didn't believe you when you said you're the fastest man alive, now I do." Oliver teases, only half joking. He didn't like not being finished, something Barry was about to learn.
     Barry smiles and turns his head to Oliver, who grabs his cheeks and forces his mouth open. Oliver works his dick into Barry's mouth, ignoring his gagging. "Faster you finish me, faster you breathe." He tells him. Barry starts vibrating, sending chills up Oliver's spine.
     Oliver doesn't last much long after, spilling down Barry's throat. He pulls out and drops onto the bed next to Barry. "How's that for stress relief?" He asks. Barry smiles. "You just relieved a lot of tension."