When Barry looked down at him, lip caught between his teeth, the last thing on his mind was how quickly they could start up that Star Wars marathon. Not that he wouldn't enjoy it. Len was a nerd in his own right though he didn't wear it on his sleeve in the more obvious ways. But an incomplete high school education didn't make him any less interested in culture and art and everything else worth consuming. He was a child of the seventies and eighties. Of course he'd absorbed a love for Star Wars.
"Oh I don't know, Barry. I'm enjoying the argument so far," Len slipped his hands up and over Barry's hips and leaned up and in for a kiss that was probably longer than entirely necessary. But this was a much needed distraction. For both of them, but particularly in the moment for Len. He didn't have to think about the phenomenal ways in which he'd managed to fuck up back home. He might have resisted getting in so deep before, but why bother? Didn't he have some right to at least one good thing? He hadn’t let himself feel this way in what felt like such a long time. Len hadn’t even been sure he was capable of it. But, gradually, Barry was helping him. Crawling in under his skin in a way that, for once, didn’t make him want to run away from it because it was easier than feeling something.
“Star Wars is Greek tragedy in space. It’s the rise and fall and redemption of Darth Vader.” Len paused in his thoughts long enough to kiss his way up under Barry’s chin, forcing him to crane that long neck upwards so he could get an eye full. “And do you know what’s important to Greek Tragedy, Barry? An origin story. You can’t ignore Episode I just because it’s a trainwreck,” he punctuated the point with a nip to the right side of Barry’s neck that he quickly smoothed over with his tongue. When he actually put forth the effort to leave behind evidence, it never lasted long. A real shame. Maybe one of the few drawbacks to Barry’s meta human powers as far as this aspect of their relationship was concerned.
“It’s Vader’s story that Kylo Ren is trying to carry on in the new one.” Again, he punctuated his point with a physical response but this time it was his hands giving a sure squeeze on Barry’s ass. His own fault, really. For choosing that kind of position. “And Rey, too. With his lightsaber. His struggle between the dark and the light is playing out all over again between the two of them.” And maybe he was a little personally invested in the idea of the over-reaching story being about that continued struggle for redemption over everything else. He could relate, after all.