Note: Co-written by @ladyawesome45321 !!!!!

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Barry stared at Oliver in shock and hurt. "How could you ever doubt me?" he whispered.

Oliver rolled his eyes at his antics.

"Barry, you know I have better taste. Admit it," Oliver deadpanned.

Barry shook his head stubbornly. "Never!"

Then he zipped back and shoved ice cream into Oliver's hand.

"Eat it," he ordered, greeted with a scowling Oliver. Oliver gave him a dirty look before he licked it.

And moaned.

"I thought only I could make you do that," Barry smirked. Oliver glared at him, but Barry was all but forgotten by the next few bites.

"God, Barry... and I thought I had taste," Oliver said when the cone was gone. Barry just rolled his eyes.

"Cocky now, are we?" Barry said, eyeing Oliver for the reaction.

But Oliver just stared longingly at his hand, like he hoped his ice cream would just appear there.

Barry rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on. I'm still here you know."

Oliver glanced up.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I forgot about you with my new boyfriend," Oliver replied. Barry sighed.

"It's ice cream," he deadpanned.

Oliver shrugged.

"I still love it more than you."

Ouch.

Barry sighed.

"Fine. If you love ice cream, then you love ice cream."

Barry stared at Oliver, a little hurt when Oliver didn't even glance up.

He smirked. He knew how to get him back.

...

The next day, Barry showed up to their apartment with some ice cream, though this was a different kind. It was... (wait for it, wait for it...) mint ice cream. He knew Oliver had never had it, but he also knew that Oliver would love it.

But ice cream could play hard to get, too.

Barry ran to the store and bought a gallon before going back to their apartment.

He grabbed a spoon and lounged out on the couch. The only reason he hadn't dug in yet was because he wanted to tease Oliver.

Of course Oliver had to return the favor.

So he went out and got a huge tub of ice cream as well. Somehow, he had woken up before Barry and was just getting home. Apparently, he knew how to make pillows look extremely like him... Oliver had better teach Barry that trick. It would be useful against Caitlin...

Oliver couldn't help but stare at the green cream going into Barry's mouth as they watched the news. What he didn't know was that Barry was watching him out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh, I give up, alright?" Oliver relented after almost two hours. Barry smirked and turned toward him slowly.

"Good. I missed my boyfriend."

Barry walked over and straddled him.

Long story short, the ice cream was long forgotten. Poor things melted and were never eaten.