Oliver sipped his beer. He was surprised he was as coherent as he was, considering how much he had drunk.

Yet he still couldn't get his mind off one Barry Allen.

He never really thought he looked men, but waking up from a wet dream the day after he met Barry suggested otherwise.

Of course, he knew he couldn't have him. He wasn't going to drag something as innocent and pure as Barry into his life.

So, instead of going to bed where another dream awaited him, why not forget? Why not forget he existed, that he didn't return Oliver's feelings?

So he chugged the rest of his beer and cheered along with the others around him. He cheered with some to forgetting, others to unreturned feelings.

Right now, he didn't care about the papers that would ask if he was going back to old habits. He didn't care about the questions he would get, the judgmental looks, or his reputation.

All he cared about was forgetting.

...

When Barry went to visit his boss, he did not expect to find Thea giving him directions to a bar. After finding out Oliver owned it he calmed down a little, but he couldn't help but worry. His boss was a known alcoholic. Well, past tense, but still.

He didn't know why he was worrying so much over it, but he was, and something told him he wasn't about to stop. So why fight it?

He was surprised to see Oliver at a bar, drink in hand and cheering along with a bunch of other drunks.

He sighed. He walked over and pulled at Oliver's arm, trying to pull him away from the dozens of drinks lined up.

"That your boyfriend?" one of the guys asked with a smug smirk as if he had just figured out the secret to the universe.

Instead of saying no as Barry had expected, Oliver just started to roar with laughter and nod.

"Yep! He's all mine!"

Then, as if to prove his point, he pulled Barry toward him and kissed him. Instead of pulling away like his instincts were telling him, Barry responded, pulling Oliver up from the stool and pressed him closer to his body. He felt Oliver guide him back to an empty corner. He could've sworn someone was smirking at him, but he was too preoccupied to check.

He felt a moan, but he couldn't tell who made it. He didn't really care, though.

Suddenly, Oliver seemed to sober up and realize what was happening. He stared at Barry wide-eyed, his powerful demeanor changing.

"Barry?"

So Oliver Queen did know his name. Interesting.

"That's me," Barry replied. He could feel his confidence wavering, though. A minute ago, he had felt like a prize. Now he just felt like an idiot.

Oliver seemed to have no idea what to do similar to Barry's case, so he just looked at the floor.

Barry heard a sigh from behind him and a sigh from in front of him.

"What are you doing here, Speedy?" Oliver asked. He continued to glare at the floor, though.

"What do you think? I'm sick of hearing the moans in your sleep," Thea replied. She rolled her eyes and tapped Barry on the shoulder.

"He likes you," Thea informed, pointing a finger in Oliver's direction. "He dreams about you almost every night, and most of them aren't innocent. I feel like that kiss should speak for itself, but knowing you, your excuse it as him being drunk." She rolled her eyes. "Just kiss him already!"

She walked away, but as she walked, she gave him the bird and gestured to both him and Oliver as a clear gesture.

Barry scratched as his neck while Oliver stared at the floor.

"Screw it," Oliver muttered. He calmly closed the distance between himself and Barry and pressed Barry to his chest. He kissed him, and Barry easily returned it.

...

Notes: So, I'm actually quite proud of this. For those who read my other stuff, you know that I don't normally write smutty stuff.

Sorry I haven't been updating this as much. I'm trying to have this completed by January. By completed I mean 50 chapters. The problem is, I also have Snowbarry and a bunch of new prompts...

Hope you enjoyed!