Coldflash smut

No Strings?

!!SUPER SMUT WARNING!! CONTENT MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS!

"What are you doing here so late?" Leonard asked, leaning against the doorframe. Before I could answer he tugged me inside, closing the door. "It's too cold to stand at the door."
"Right... look, I'm sorry for stopping by so late but I just... It was a really long day and I really needed to talk to you." A small smile tugged at his lips as he pulled me in close to kiss me. At first I kissed him back, before remembering why I was here in the first place. I had hoped we could just talk. I gently pushed him away, making him raise an eyebrow.
"You okay, Scarlet?" I nodded, looking down and taking a breath.
"I just... I didn't come here for that."
He isn't my boyfriend. It's not like I thought he'd change his mind. I knew from the start that he didn't want any sort of serious relationship. So why does this hurt so bad? "How do you feel about me?" I asked, my heartbeat accelerating. He seemed to freeze up at that. I could see him frantically searching for an answer. At last, he turned away from me so I couldn't see his eyes when he answered me.
"We've been doing this for years, what kind of a question is that?" I nodded, finally accepting it. If he can't even say something as simple as love after all we've done, then I wouldn't fool myself any longer. This would likely be the last night.
"Never mind, Snart. Can I please just... stay here, at least. I'll be gone in the morning." I saw his shoulders stiffen slightly as he turned to look at me once more. Right then and there I seen why he didn't plan on changing his ways, on loving me back. We weren't even friends.
"It's been a while since you called me Snart." It had been a while since I thought of him as Snart. As Captain Cold; the man with a heart full of ice. He went to kiss me but I backed up, turning away from him abruptly. I can't do this now! Not knowing it means nothing! There can't be a last time, I need to get away.
"Wait! I think I wanna go home, actually. I'll talk to you later." Rather than let me leave like a sane person, Snart pulled me back to him.
"What's up with you? Why are you so upset?" The fact that he didn't know why only made me feel worse. So I really wasn't special, then. I'm nothing more to him than I was three years ago.
"I don't want this anymore." Captain Cold froze in place, his skin paling as though a frost had settled over it.
"Your lying." I pulled myself free from him, stepping towards the door.
"I'm not lying. No more." Once more he caught me, but this time he pushed me against the wall.
"Why? Why now? Things have been great. You've never complained before. You've never once said you didn't enjoy it." He was taking this worse than I thought he would. It's always been walls with him. Whenever I get through one, another is put up.
"Look, Leonard, I can't keep doing this. You don't care if I'm happy or not. To you, I'm like some mutual satisfaction deal. No need for any messy feelings here, right?" His eyes were cold, yet my words seemed to soften them slightly.
"Barry, if it was some mutual satisfaction thing, then I'd be obligated to care if you were unhappy. This is... And that's not fair, you know I hated messy from the start." He can't even deny it. I felt my lungs start to burn as I had been holding my breath.
"Fine. Well, I'm not happy, Snart. I'm not even close to happy. I'm cutting this whole thing off right now. I'm done with this whole charade." Those words tasted much like poison, or acid, but I knew they needed to be said.
"That's bullshit. Tell me the truth, Barry." He had me trapped against the wall, but he wasn't trying anything.

"What truth, Snart? What do you want me to say? It's just time to stop playing around." I knew this was hurting me more than him, but I couldn't actually tell him the truth. Mainly because I didn't want to hurt him. He'd be upset if he knew I had begun to care for him. Or, at least, that I was breaking things off because of my feelings for him. So if I gotta break at least one heart tonight, let it only be mine. I'll piss him off and leave, then he'll forget me and I can go home and cry my eyes out. Guess even when I'm leaving him I still love him.
"Barry, I know you better than anyone. I know when you're telling the truth, and I know when you're lying." I sighed, thinking of some way to just break things off cleanly.
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