"Barry's a quick study when it comes to the puns. It hasn't taken long to get him up to speed." Len couldn't help but lay it on thick just to see how deeply embedded he could make that wrinkle in between Rip's brows. If he wasn't going to get laid in the very near future, then he had to get his kicks somehow. He was already disappointed that Barry had stolen his shirt for the sake of covering up. Granted seeing Barry in his clothes was it's own kind of thrill but only after they'd finished with the very best part of being under dressed together. He didn't make any moves to further color himself up. If only to maintain Rip's level of discomfort.
"Well if it makes you feel any better whe hadn't made it to the stick grabbing yet," he couldn't help but smirk over Barry's shoulder at the implication. He even gave the speedster's hips a little squeeze just for fun. But unfortunately Rip's concern and subsequent reprimands didn't do any wonders for his own hard on. Just the opposite, since the Captain mostly acted as a reminder of his own irrelevancy by comparison to the younger man sitting on his lap.
"Oh please, enlighten us. Just how much do you think the timeline disapproves of the two of us sleeping together?" Which seemed such a silly thing considering the impact the team had already had. Could still have at this point. He honestly couldn't be bothered to care. Not after the mountain of shit he'd been forced to wade through in recent weeks. Especially after Mick. Barry was too bright a spot in his otherwise relatively dark life to ignore. And he'd always been pretty good at being selfish up to this point.