"Barry? Do you wanna hang at my place?"

"Sure. I'll be right over."

...

"Oliver? I'm here!" Barry called up the stairs.

He came to the Queen mansion pretty often. Oliver and he were close friends, usually helping each other with homework, girls (boys in Oliver's case), etc.

"Barry? Come on up! I just have to change!" was the reply he received.

Barry smirked to himself.

"Are you inviting me up for the wrong reasons?" he yelled. 

He could practically hear a returning smirk in Oliver's voice as he responded with, "Do you want me to be?" 

Barry couldn't help but blush. It was his nature!

He headed up the stairs to Oliver's room.

When he got there, however, he was greeted by the sight of Oliver shirtless.

And hot damn!

"Uh, you know, uh, can you, maybe, put on a shirt?"

Barry honestly didn't know how he wanted that to come out, but he's happy that it was at least understandable.

"Do I have to?" Oliver teased, making Barry's blush turn even darker.

"You know what? I'lljustturnaround," Barry said quickly, his body was facing the door before he even finished talking,

Oliver laughed.

Oliver took off his shoes and socks.

He tried to unzip his jeans, but the zipper was stuck.

"Uh... Barry?" he asked, praying this wasn't going to be as awkward as he thought it would be.

Barry barely refrained from turning around as he replied with, "What's up?"

"Uh... my zipper's stuck and you're the only one here who can help me. I'm obviously not asking my sister, and my mom's not home, not that I'd ask her, and I can't do it, so will you please?"

Barry felt like his face was on fire. He couldn't do that! 

"I'm really sorry, Oliver, but I-"

"Please?" Oliver begged, about ready to get on his knees, which would probably hurt.

Barry had always been a sucker for Oliver.

He turned around, deliberately not looking at his bare chest (which was very hot; don't quote him on that) as he walked toward his pants.

"You owe me," Barry said, refusing to look him in the eye.

"Yep," Oliver said.

Barry pulled on the zipper (holding as little of it as possible to stay as far away as possible from Oliver's junk), but it didn't move.

What it did reveal was that Oliver wasn't wearing underwear.

"Oliver!? What the hell?" Barry demanded.

He did manage to look Oliver in the eye when he said that, though. He considered that an accomplishment.

"I... don't really have an excuse for that?"

Barry glared at him.

"Could you make this more awkward for me?" Barry muttered.

"It would be if you had a crush on me," Oliver laughed, but what Barry didn't notice was the look Oliver gave him.

Barry just went rigid.

After a second he went back to "work", praying to any God there was that Oliver hadn't noticed.

Oliver did notice. He decided not to comment on it, however.

When Barry finally managed to get the damn zipper to move, he backed up as far away as possible without leaving the room.

He tried to turn away, but Oliver him with a hand on his shoulder. He immediately relaxed into the touch.

"Barry?"

Barry turned around to face him and was shocked to see that their noses were almost touching.

Meaning their mouths were pretty close as well.

Crap.

Without waiting for Barry to come up with some awkward response, Oliver leaned in.

He was shocked when Barry closed the distance.

...

Turns out broken zippers were good for something.

...

When Oliver woke up next morning next to Barry, he couldn't help but smirk to himself.

"I knew not wearing underwear would be worth it," he muttered.

...

Note: So, Oliver basically planned the entire thing. XD

Hope you enjoyed!