How I Feel - An Olivarry Story

A Flicker of Warmth

Barry wakes up to the sound of the nearby shower running. He opens his eyes, finding himself alone in Oliver's bedroom laying on Oliver's bed. He pans his head to his left in search of an alarm clock. With no luck, he digs his hand into his pocket to retrieve his cellphone. It was 8 o'clock in the morning.

Barry unlocks his phone to read a text message sent from Iris:

Morning. Just left. I'm heading to Jitters before work. Rough night? ;) — 7:46 A.M.

Barry rolls his eyes and replies with a small smirk:

Spent the night. Nothing happened. I sobered him up, though. He gets a little poetic when he's drunk. — 8:03 A.M.

Iris replies almost immediately:

Prove it. Let's get drinks tonight. — 8:04 A.M.

Barry begins to consider Iris' offer, but his thoughts are interrupted by hearing the shower shut off. He notices the trash can he had set down the night before was missing. Oliver probably had thrown up this morning and decided to take a shower to clean himself up. With the condition Oliver was in physically and emotionally, he wasn't entirely sure what the best option for him was. With a pit at the bottom of his stomach, he begins typing his next message slowly and proceeds to send it:

I'm not sure he's up for that Iris. — 8:04 A.M.

He's going through a breakup. Of course he is. Let me know by 5pm. That's when I'm off. — 8:06 A.M.

I don't know. — 8:06 A.M.

You gotta learn to take risks, Allen. Or I'll ask him myself. — 8:08 A.M.

Alright. I'll let you know. Have a good day. Say hi to Caitlin for me. — 8:09 A.M.

The moment Barry shut his phone off to set it down so that he could wait for Oliver peacefully, Oliver walks in wearing nothing but a towel.

"You're up." Oliver observes.

"O-Oliver," Barry stutters. "I thought you'd come out already dressed... I can... um... wait outside."

Oliver laughs. "No worries. You can stay."

"S-stay?"

"If you don't want to take a look you don't have to."

"It's not that I don't want to... or that I do... I mean- Why would I w-want to? You know? Like... uh... I- Are you sure?" Barry questions as if a foot was jammed into his mouth.

"Relax, Flash. I don't bite," Oliver walks closer to Barry, grabbing his chin and teasingly whispers into his ear, "Unless you're into that."

Barry laughs nervously. He felt every inch of his body begin to tingle. Before he knew it, his body was starting to vibrate, indicating an immense amount of excitement and pleasure. He moves away from Oliver to stop himself from feeling the way he was. This is not the time.

"You alright?" Oliver asks as he walked toward his closet in search for a change of clothes. He couldn't help but notice Barry's odd behavior.

"How on Earth are you possibly asking me that?" Barry avoids eye contact with Oliver. He instead focuses on the spot of floor where the trash can is supposed to be.

"Come again?"

"Did you throw up?" Barry dodges. He decided it was best to not mention the breakup.