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Look, Hartley was not UNAWARE that he liked being manhandled. He liked a partner who could push him around a little in the bedroom, maybe even pick him up and move him on occasion. Hell, Chip’s ability to pick Hartley up and pin him against the shower wall while they were fucking was a big part of why Hartley had stayed with that cheating bastard for as long as he had. Hartley knew that he was into a little bit of rough play. He hadn’t been joking when he’d told Barry that getting scooped up by a guy in all leather was a long time fantasy and he had also gotten more private enjoyment than he was willing to admit to out of that experience.
So yes, Hartley knew he was an idiot for agreeing to a no-powers spar with Barry after they went from ‘trying to kill each other’ to ‘kinda friendly’. But, in Hartley’s defense… Barry was really hot and had asked very nicely, which was the perfect combination of things to make Hartley agree to something stupid.
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It started out fairly well. Hartley threw a few punches that Barry dodged, Barry threw a few punches that Hartley ducked, and they circled each other, looking for their openings. Then Hartley glanced to the side and asked, “What was that sound?”
And, just as Hartley had hoped, Barry immediately turned to look, asking, “What s-”
Hartley immediately launched himself forward, taking advantage of Barry’s distraction to tackle Barry and wrestle him to the ground. Barry gave a startled yelp and they wrestled on the floor for a minute until Barry managed to flip them over and pin Hartley facedown on the mats, one hand holding Hartley’s wrists behind him and the other pressing Hartley’s cheek into the mat. Barry’s knees were on either side of Hartley’s hips, his groin pressed to Hartley’s butt lightly as he sat on Hartley’s thighs, and Hartley’s body wasted no time sending every drop of blood that he had straight down as, insufferably smug, Barry stated, “Pretty sure I win that one.”
“Get off me.”
Hartley hated how strained his voice sounded- He was a grown man, for god’s sake, and here he was getting a boner like a middle schooler- but it had Barry scrambling up immediately, tone going distinctly worried as he asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt-”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
Hartley immediately scurried out of the training room, praying that his loose pants and long shirt were enough to hide the bulge, and hauled ass down to the locker rooms, taking a long, cold shower. Then he heard Barry’s voice in the distance, worriedly stating, “I really hope I didn’t hurt him. Should I go check on him?”
There was a long pause, then, sounding like he was trying not to laugh, Cisco answered, “I think let him have a few minutes.”
“But-”
“He’s probably just pouting about you winning the fight or something.”
Barry made another worried noise and Cisco offered, “We’ll give him a few minutes to cool down, then I’ll go check on him, alright?”
Hartley rested his head against the shower wall, closing his eyes, and a few minutes later, there was a knock on the locker room door and Cisco called, “You alive, dickhead?”
Hartley turned off the shower, grabbing a towel and his glasses, and called, “I’m fine, Ramon.”
“I’m coming in.”
Hartley wrapped the towel around his hips and Cisco stepped in a minute later, closing the door and asking, “Are you injured? Barry is convinced that he hurt you.”
“I’m fine, Cisquito. Tell Allen that he didn’t hurt me.”
Cisco raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, then asked, "And what should I tell him is going on instead? Because he’s going to keep fussing if I don’t tell him something.”
Hartley glared at him, then answered, “I don't care what you tell him. I’m fine.”
Cisco’s smirk got a little bigger and he teased, “Oh, so should I tell him the truth, then?”
Hartley glared harder, then snapped, "I’m going to go lay down. For some reason, I suddenly have a headache.”
Cisco laughed, but slipped out of the locker room. Hartley got dressed, then went up to his office and locked the door as he heard Cisco state, “Hartley is fine. I think he was just having an emotional moment. You should see if he wants to spar again tomorrow, I think it was good practice for both of you.”
Hartley put his hands over his face and sighed.
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Because Hartley was weak of spirit, he found himself on the mats with Barry again the next morning. Barry seemed oddly flushed as they wrestled, but Hartley ignored both Barry’s blush and his own as they rolled on the mats. He managed to make it through nearly 15 minutes of sparring before his body caught on to the fact that he was being pushed around by a pretty man, at which point Hartley fled back to the locker room to take another cold shower and pointedly ignore Barry worriedly asking Cisco and Caitlin if they thought he had accidentally hurt Hartley.
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“How long do you think it’ll take Barry to catch on that the reason Hartley keeps running away is because he’s got an erection from Barry throwing him around?”
Hartley turned to glare in the general direction that Cisco’s voice came from, even though he was four rooms and two floors away, then scowled harder when Caitlin laughed and answered, “Seeing as I’m fairly certain Barry hasn’t even pieced together that he’s also into it, my money is that’ll he put it together some time around the heat death of the universe.”
Iris laughed, then chimed in, “He’s totally oblivious.”
There was a long pause, then Cisco asked, “Wait, is that why Barry’s vitals keep going all weird? I thought it was just from the exertion of doing things without his speed.”
“I’ve only ever seen his vitals do that while fighting with Hartley or that time he ran into the plant lady from Gotham and she dosed him with the aphrodisiac pollen.”
There was another long pause, then Cisco answered, “Oh my god.”
“Should we- Do you think we should tell Barry? I mean, Hartley has enough awareness that he probably knows already, but…”
“Don’t you dare. This is Hartley’s karma for being such a dickhead when we first met.”
Hartley scowled, then looked at his phone when it chirped and headed down for his sparring session with Barry.
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20 minutes later, Hartley found himself laying facedown on the mats, harder than he had ever been in his life. He had known that he liked being pushed around a little, but Barry had just picked Hartley up and thrown him across the sparring room and Hartley was pretty sure that if he stood up he’d pass out from the fact that every single drop of blood in his body had apparently relocated itself to his groin. So he stayed on the mat, praying for either his erection to go down (or, barring that, for a meteor to punch through the roof of STAR Labs and fucking take him out), until Barry was hovering over him, fussing, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to throw you that hard, you’re lighter than I expected, I really-”
“Allen. If you keep looking at me right now, I’m killing us both.”
Barry fluttered his hands worriedly, then asked, “Do you want me to get Caitlin? I’m gonna go get Caitlin. Stay-”
“I want you to turn off the lights, leave the room, and just leave me here to die.”
“What? No, I’m-”
The door opened and Caitlin stepped in, suggesting, “Barry, why don’t you go get cleaned up? I’ll make sure Hartley is okay.”
Barry hesitated, but Caitlin must have used her ‘That was an order, not a request’ look on him, because Barry cleared out. Caitlin closed the door behind him, then stated, “If you’re injured, speak now and I’ll give you medical assistance. If you’re not, I suggest you bring it up with Barry and see if he’s interested in sparring somewhere that you two can actually take care of this. Like, for example, his bedroom.”
Hartley held up a middle finger, then answered, “Don’t try me, Snow.”
Caitlin snorted, then answered, “Please, what are you going to do? You can’t even walk right now, I suspect.”
“Fuck off.”
Caitlin obligingly left, but, a minute later, the door opened again and Cisco stuck his head in, stating, “Iris told me to tell you that Barry vibrates in bed.”
“Fuck off, Ramon.”
Cisco laughed, but left. Hartley stayed on the mats for another few minutes, then peeled himself up and made his way down to the locker rooms.
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“Allen. I’m fine.”
Barry hovered over Hartley where Hartley was sitting on the mats and trying to hide his erection, then fussed, “Are you-”
“For fuck’s- I’m fine! I’m just a little too into being thrown around, alright?”
There was a startled pause, then Barry asked, “Oh. Oh!! Do- Do you want-”
He bit his lip, blushing, then asked, “Do you want some help with that?”
Hartley eyed him, then answered cautiously, “I’m not going to turn it down.”
Barry blushed brighter, then scooped Hartley up and, seconds later, gently tossed Hartley down onto a plush bed.
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“Hey, Barry, Hartley, just a friendly reminder that the sparring room has cameras and vitals monitoring and I get a notification on my phone when the vitals monitoring equipment detects an unusual spike in vitals. So maybe just keep that in mind next time you ‘spar’.”
Barry froze, face going the same shade as his suit, and Hartley turned to look at Caitlin, then answered, “Good to know. I’ll make sure to get a copy of the footage and then delete it going forward.”
“Hartley!”
Hartley shot Barry a smirk, then answered, “What? I’ll give you a copy too, if you want.”
Barry blushed yet darker and Caitlin rolled her eyes, then stated, “I’m glad you two are having fun.”
Then she walked out as Barry finally squeaked, “Can you send me a copy of the video?”
“You’ll have to fight me for it first.”
Hartley waggled his eyebrows at Barry and Barry blushed, then answered, “That can be arranged."