Coldflash smut

Back to School

Hardcore smut right here.
!!!I AM WARNING YOU NOW! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, PEOPLE!!! Also, none of this really takesplace in school.
Later on Imma do a prequel to this. Just because I have it written already :)

Today had been the worst day of my life. Oh, you think I'm being dramatic, no doubt, but it's true. I got locked in the bathroom for forty five minutes the second I got to school. Why, you may be asking? Because Tony had heard a girl he likes talking about me. Oh, but wait, there's more. Upon releasing me from the bathroom, Tony desided to also beat the ever loving hell out of me. He threatened to do the same to anyone who talked to me, so I was avoided like the black death all day. Between Tony beating me and my "friends" avoiding me all day, I was pretty upset. And in pain. On my way back home I tried to keep myself from crying as I remembered what happened between my group of friends. The moment Tony showed up they all bailed on me, even before he threatened anyone. As if I was just some pathetic kid who it was too late for, and that they didn't need anymore. My phone buzzed, making me sniffle and wipe my face with my sleeve. I wasn't all too surprised at who it was. I swiped the screen over and held it up to my ear, trying to clear my throat before speaking.
"Hey, Leonard." If my voice hadn't sounded so raspy, he might not have paused before responding.
"Hey, Bear. Is it alright if I swing by?" He asked, not commenting on my strained tone.
"Uh, let me just ask Joe first." My voice was a little stronger that time. Maybe because he wasn't pointing it out.
"Okay." I hung up, walking faster so he didn't have to wait for my response too long. Leonard was all I had at school. My only ally. But even with him around, I was starting to suffer more and more at school. Things had never been so bad, even in middle school.

It was quiet in the house as I leaned around the doorframe to see my foster father cooking dinner. Joe and Iris took pretty good care of me. And as tragic as the circumstances were, living with them wasn't bad at all.

"Hey, Joe? Can my friend Leonard come over?" I asked, hiding in case he turned his all knowing eyes on me.
"The senior? You still hang out with him?" Joe asked as he stirred the giant pot of chilli on the stove. He turned to look at me then, making me shrink back a little. "Isn't he Mick's friend? That kid is bad ne- Barry? What are you hiding?" I sighed, knowing that he would see eventually. I stepped into the room, looking at my feet in shame. The dark hue around my eye was completly visible in the ever-so comfortable kitchen light. I could practically feel his eyes boring into me while I shuffled my feet around.
"Barry... I thought that kid had moved to a new school." That kid had moved back almost immediately. It was the beginning of last year when Tony left, and the end when he moved back. Guess no other school wanted to put up with his behavior.
"He came back. But Leonard actually helped me, so can he come over?" I knew my childish face was borderline puppy like, and I could see his resolve breaking.
"Alright. I guess. Iris went over to Linda's house to spend the night, so it'll just be us guys tonight." I nodded, happily pulling my phone up and texting Leonard to come over. Feeling better, I made my way to the freezer to get the ice pack Joe bought years ago for situations just like this. The small blue pack had been shoved to the back, and even on my tippy toes I couldn't quite reach it. Joe, noticing my suffering, pulled it out and dropped it into my hands.
"Thanks." He made a humerous grunting sound, making me roll my eyes. Just wait. I'll grow. I'll grow like a tree!
I was walking out the door, heading towards my room upstairs, when the door rang.
"I got it!" I turned on my heel, walking back down the few steps and to the front door. I was surprised when I opened it and saw Leonard. Already here?

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The door opened to reveal a bruised and tired looking Barry.
"You got here quick." He looked so surprised before stepping aside and stuffing his phone into his back pocket. I knew that Joe would let me stay over, so I hadn't waited for Barry to say yes. He held an ice pack to his face gently as I walked in, and I wondered if he was the only kid who actually owned an ice pack.
"I wasn't too far from here. Is Joe cooking?" I could smell chili, the scent drifting from his kitchen, so I didn't really need to ask. It just felt like the right thing to do.
"Yeah. And Iris is over at Linda's spending the night." I could practically hear the relief in his voice. When I first started coming over Iris would always barge in to ask Barry some bizarre question or demand he explain some question that always went beyond her. Today it'd be peaceful, I thought to myself. Today we wouldn't be interrupted.
The second we were in his room I closed the door and tilted his head up to get a closer look at his face.
"How's your eye feel?" I asked, noting that he had also been trying to hide his limp. He shifted, lowering his head from my grip.
"Like crap. I'm so tired of ending the week feeling like I got tenderized with a meat mallet." He flopped onto his bed, leaving me to stand awkwardly in the room. I know he's had it rough at school. When I first met him he reminded me of my sister. Of course, he was laying on the floor with a broken nose and someone had stolen one of his shoes and taped it to the cieling, which had never exactly happened to Lisa.
"How about your knee?" He looked up at me suspiciously before dropping his head back down.
"Just as bad. How did you know it was hurt?" I sat beside him, leaning against the wall.
"Your bad at hiding things, Scarlett. Do you want more ice for it?" He shook his head before sitting up and climbing off the bed.
"I just want to forget about this whole awful day." He said, walking to his closet and opening the door. I watched as he pulled his shirt off and threw it into the basket by the door, just barely making the shot. He was pretty thin, but not unhealthy. Just didn't have a lot of muscle or fat. I could still appreciate the way his body moved as he reached into his closet for another shirt and a pair of khakis, though.
"Should I go out to the hall?" Or translation, you don't care if I watch you change, right? I'm a senior, what can I say? We're all dogs.
"Nah, it's fine." He stayed turned away from me as he pulled his jeans down, tossing them to the hamper as well. I winced when I saw the bruise on the side of his knee. We were in different buildings most of the time, but I always came running when he needed me.
"Barry?" My voice rarely sounded as gentle as it did just then so Barry complied quickly, turning his head over his shoulder to look me up and down.
"Yeah?" I stood from his bed, approaching him slowly as he watched me. I carressed his face softly, my mind going blank as I stared into his warm, gentle eyes.