Another Path Chosen

[chosenbylightning]

He called himself Savitar. God of speed.
What an asshole.

Barry had no interest in the metal suit, the promise of immortality or any of it. He just wanted to be left in peace. And maybe run a few con jobs on the side. But damnit, as soon as Savitar threatened other versions, other Barry Allen's who might have had better lives than his?

Screw it.

He had to try. He had to go. Running through time until the very fabric of reality shattered. The least he could do was warn the guy, right?

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[commanderspecs]

He beams at the prospect of pancakes and lets Barry slip off his sweater. He reaches up and undoes his tie with practiced ease. He kisses Barry softly again and glances back at the closed door.

"...he seems to have had a rough like." He turns back to his Barry and kisses him again. "Kind of like you."

[adultflash]

"His life has definitely been worse than mine, but there are some similarities, yeah," Barry agrees, wrapping his arms around his self after they've finished undressing. It's still upsetting to think about the possibility of his dad not being innocent in another universe. "If Joe hadn't taken me in, I might be more like him."

[commanderspecs]

He pulls him into a hug as well, peppering where he could reach with soft kisses. It is difficult to think of a life without Nora and Henry. But to think of a life that the new Barry has lead? Barry buries his face in his Barry's neck for a moment before pulling away.

"Come on, let's go to bed before you sleep standing up," he says softly with a smile.

[adultflash]

Barry chuckles ruefully, giving him another kiss before leading him to the bed and getting comfortable under a pile of blankets, snuggling right up against his self. "Goodnight, Barry," he murmurs, feeling warm and safe next to him like this.