Friends don't (Snowbarry)

It's my shoulder

Hey guys, Um this chapter was inspired by shyesplease. It's almost the first chapter of his story (no fine print) which i'm obsessed with, soooo. Hope you guys like it..

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Barry walked towards Caitlin's medical area, stopping himself in the doorway as his eyes found his favorite M.D. in the corner.

He leaned against the door's frame, folding his arm's and watched her explain her test's to the twins, eyes scrunched down in immense focus and concentration. When she was like that, Barry noticed a wrinkle in-between her eyes would form which he admittedly thought made her look...Good?

A smile easily morphed across his face as he spotted the little line. Caitlin seemed to be everyone's Rock. The person who keeps them in check and helps them out of the dark,(even though she is seemingly drowned in it.)

She'd always been there for him, making him smile during the toughest times and offering her wise words when he needed the boost. But it wasn't until recently did he truly start to appreciate everything she did for him. She not only was his doctor or a friend to talk to, she restored his hope.

Her belief in him as regular ol' Barry and as The Flash transcended anything else he knew, and he felt like he could take on the world because of it. He was lighter on his feet and it reminded him back to the days before things got complicated and messy in his life - before Flashpoint and personas and failed relationships - where he was happy go lucky and optimistic.

"Caitlin?" Barry called out, fully entering her office area. She turned to him at the sound of his voice, her lips immediately widening at his presence, causing Barry to smile back. "Hey." "Hey," he greeted softly, walking over to her leisurely. She held up her index finger, signaling him to wait for one second as she looked back to the kids before telling them to go on a walk. She then looked back at him, giving him her undivided attention.

"Did you need something?" His smile dampened ever so slightly. "Actually, yeah..." he let out reluctantly. "My shoulders have been bothering me a lot lately," he pointed out, rotating them for good measure enticed a slight hiss from the speedster. Caitlin frowned, ushering him to the medical bed in the center of the room. "When did the pain start?" The speedster took a second to think. "Um, I don't really know...it just happened...," Barry recalled back on, his hand moving in circles.

"well, when did you notice it started?" Barry guiltily grinned. "A week ago, I kept thinking it would just go away," he admitted with a sheepish shrug. "With my speedy healing and all..." She clicked her tongue as she rounded the bed to face his back. She lifted his shirt up to his shoulder blades, prompting Barry to take the shirt off the rest of the way, knowing nonverbal cues like the back of his hand now that they've been doing this for years. Her fingers poked and prodded at certain areas of his back. "You back seem's to have pain lines. Have you been working out more so then usual? Extra physical activities as well as stress can cause serious back and shoulder pain," she surmised, walking back so she was standing in front of him. "yeah, it might be because of both...So...what do I do?" Barry asked searchingly."Head down to the local spa and get a massage?"

Caitlin bit down on her lower lip, contemplating what to do as she looked at her friend. "You could," she said, nodding, "Though I... somewhat know how to give a massage. Granted, I'm not certified but..." she admitted, trailing off with a shrug. Barry raised a brow in interest. "Have you been moonlighting as a masseuse this whole time, Dr. Snow?" he wondered aloud, his closed lips raised on one side as he watched he humorously. She gave him a deadpanned look that caused him to chuckle. "Very funny," she said dryly. "While I was taking care of you in your coma, I was also really stressed about Ronnie and my career that I actually taught myself some techniques since I always felt weird about complete strangers touching me like that. And it's not like I was going to ask Cisco or..." she paused, wrinkling her nose, "or Dr. Wells-er, Thawne me a massage."

Barry laughed, not being able to picture the aforementioned men giving her a massage. "Well then, Dr. Snow, would you please help your patient?" he play pleaded, hands even in prayer to further the act. "He is in pain." "You just don't want to pay for an actual massage." Barry shrugged, his smile wide and unashamed. "Maybe...but you offered...Or are you rusty?" he then teased her.

She let out a self-dignified huff. "I never get rusty," she proclaimed, before letting out an exaggerated sigh coupled with a fond eye roll. "Go on, lay down," she directed. He flashed her a cheeky grin before laying down on the bed, his back facing up with his head down and facing her. "Is this good?" She nodded silently, walking closer to him.

She stood still for a moment, surveying his back, trying to gauge where she should start first. Eventually she picked an area and beg applying pressure to it increasingly. Barry was startled at the first contact, jumping ever so slightly. Caitlin's hands stilled along the knobs of his spine causing him to shiver further, but for an entirely different reason

"Cold," he quickly murmured into the bed. She sighed as he felt her fingers begin their work again, digging into his back. "Sorry, I'm sorry" she lightly. Barry shook his head. "Not it's nice, almost refresh...Ahhhhh," Barry let out, interrupting himself.

Caitlin stopped again, pulling herself away. "What? What now?" she frantically asked. He turned to look at her, her eyes were blown wide in panic. "Was that too hard?" she asked concerning, obviously not wanting to hurt him. He shook his head. "Quite the opposite," he admitted with a chuckle. "Please, continue. It feels good." She let out a relieved breath before taking over her previous actions, her fingers pressing deep into his warm skin, kneading into his sculpted back. Her hands were like magic against his skin; he could already feel the pain in his shoulders lessening, allowing him to sink into the medical bed, relaxing.

Her touch was purpose was clearly just massaging his back - but it felt...sensual at times, to him. Maybe it was because of his growing feelings for the doctor, coupled with the fact that this was the first she was touching him that wasn't strictly friendly nor doctor related.

He had to take a deep breath, trying to suppress his body from reacting to her hands on him. However, it didn't stop the forthcoming moan from breathy escaping his lips after pressed into a rather sensitive spot. "...ohhhhh!"

He felt her hands trip over the rhythm they had been moving, but she didn't stop this time. He figured he had just frightened her by the sudden sound, so he let out a meek "sorry" he threw his friend an embarrassed smile over his shoulder.

She cleared her throat. "No problem," she said thickly, swallowing as her eyes stayed trained on his back. Furrowing his brows, Barry couldn't help but notice that Caitlin was visibly flustered, blushing even. It hadn't been his intention, but her reaction was catalyzing one of his own a wondered what she was thinking. Because if she was thinking what he thought she was thinking... - his dick twitched, and, yeah, now he definitely had a boner. Great.

"Barry," Caitlin's voice spoke up, snapping him from his thoughts. "I'm going to need you to turn on your side just for one moment. I'd be easier to reach this patch of your shoulder."

His eyes shot open wide as he in took a quick breath that then led into a momentary coughing fit. "Barry?" Caitlin let worriedly, patting him on the back to help with his cough. He cleared his throat once the coughing spell dissipated. "Do - do I really have to?" he stuttered out.

Caitlin felt almost shy for a second, "I guess not." She sent him a sad smile "I - I think we're good for today," she said, her voice quite as she backed away. "And I - I just remembered that I told Harry I'd help him with something, so..." she trailed off, motioning to the door before speed walking herself out of the med-bay.

Barry noticed her sudden change in mood but she left before he explain himself or even ask what happened. He watched her leave. She hadn't seen his boner, at least he hopes not.And only when he was sure that she was out of earshot, did he give a frustratingly groaning as he proceeded to bang his head against the mattress numerous times. what the hell just happened?