YOU ASKED AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

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Tumblr Drabble @2 - “Can I kiss you?”
Warnings: Bullying, Alternate Universe - High School

Barry Allen had been in love with Oliver Queen since his freshman year. It was kind of embarrassing how giant his crush on the older teenager was, as Iris constantly loved to remind him, but he knew better than to follow through with his feelings.
Oliver was handsome, rich, popular – everything Barry was not. Barry was nothing, a loser who got pushed and shoved and bullied on a day to day basis. No, to Oliver, Barry was probably nothing more than a squished bug on the windshield of his ridiculously expensive sports car.

It was kind of ironic, how Barry’s heart always chose someone too far out of his reach.

So when Leonard Snart and his ragtag group of bullies (they called themselves The Rogues, something Barry rolled his eyes at every time he heard it) cornered him in the locker room after Lacrosse in his junior year, he had rightfully assumed that none of his teammates would help him, even if they did hear him cry out. No matter how friendly his fellow lacrosse players were to him on the field (even Oliver, surprisingly enough), as soon as they stepped off the green, Barry was returned to his ‘Freak, avoid at all costs’ status.

So when Snart slams him into his locker, Barry bites down on his lip, hangs his head in surrender. Three years of this has taught him that the less he fights back, the less of a beating he’ll receive. It doesn’t make the punches hurt any less, though. At least the brutes have the sense to avoid hitting his face; he’s always had trouble explaining to Joe how he got his black eyes.

The lanky teenager breaks his silence when he receives a particularly vicious kick in the side, biting back a yelp. That’s going to hurt later. He curls up further, abused ribs screaming in protest, but the hits cease suddenly when Snart is pulled away from him and thrown into the opposite lockers.

“Get the fuck off him, Snart!” Barry recognises that voice – Oliver?

The rest of the Rogues have turned their attention on Oliver, backing up when the Senior sends a dark glare in their direction, accompanied by a terrifying snarl. Snart gives an irritable groan as the Rogues pull him to his feet, pulling out of their grip roughly and straightening his clothes.

“Stay the fuck out of it, Queen.” A sneer, “What do you care, anyway? The little freak ain’t even worth your time.” Oliver wasn’t having any of it, scoffing at the group as he moved to stand in front of Barry’s curled up form.

“Piss off, before you really make me angry.” Snart’s right hand man, Mick, looked like he was more than fine with making the blond angry, but Snart shook his head, gritting his teeth. He spares one last look at Barry, spitting on the floor by his head.

“Until next time, Barry.”

Oliver waits until he hears the locker room door swing shut with a bang, moving to kneel in front of Barry who’s still tense, probably in a lot of dull, aching pain. The younger man peers up at Oliver when the older teenager places a calming hand on his shoulder, offering a crooked smile that pulls on his split lip.

“Uh, uhm, t-thank you, Oliver.” Stumbling over his words, the brunette manages to rise to his knees, arms wrapped protectively over his bruised torso. “But now you’re in their bad books.” Barry’s eyes widen when he realises how ungrateful that sentence sounds, shaking an open palm in the blond’s direction.
“Not that I’m, ungrateful or anything. I’m grateful, really, thank you, for saving my ass. But, uh, I really don’t want to see you get hurt? For me? Well, not for me. But. If you ever need something, let me know, I guess? Since now I owe you one, or whatever, I’m sorry I’m rambling again-“

Oliver reaches out and cups his face carefully, effectively putting an end to Barry’s ramble, seeing as the younger teen is now more interested in doing an imitation of a tomato, green eyes wide with something Oliver can’t quite place.

“You’re kind of adorable when you ramble. Can I kiss you?” Barry opens his mouth a few times, letting out a choked squeak he’ll forever be embarrassed by. To save himself further blackmail fuel, he just nods into Oliver’s hands, heart rate escalating and wow he must have taken a hit to the head somewhere in there because there is no way this is real.

“Please?”

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