|Cisco Ramon is the official meta-human (namegenerator) wrote in paradisolog,|
@ 2016-04-11 13:31:00
|Entry tags:||~barry allen (theflash), ~cisco ramon (namegenerator)|
WHO: Cisco Ramon & Barry Allen
WHERE: Cisco's rock shelter
WHEN: Monday morning
WHAT: Waking up in bed together, womp
Cisco had done a lot of hard work in his day, of course he had, but not manual labor. The past week and change had been a lot of hauling rocks, stacking rocks, and then lather, rinse, repeat. Once he'd finished his own shelter, he'd started helping Barry with his and because it wasn't quite as close to the stream, the hauling took a little longer and managing to get enough mud from the edge of the stream to the place Barry was building had been a bit more of a challenge than he'd thought it would be. It was still kind of rewarding to be the hero of the two of them for the moment. It wasn't saving lives, but the sentiment felt kind of the same to him, in its own way.
Barry had been staying with Cisco when they finished building for the night, retiring on the floor of Cisco's crude house a few yards away on the floor. He didn't mind sharing the space with his best friend, at least for now. They'd finish Barry's shelter probably by the end of the next day or so, if they kept working at the current rate, and then they'd both have a spot of privacy which, for Cisco, was important. He loved having Barry around, but he didn't love having to sort of stave off the encounters with the ladies for fear of getting walked in on.
That morning, Cisco woke up to a slap in the face — literally — as Barry moved in his sleep. "Dude, you're in my bubble," he grunted as he shoved Barry's hand away from his face and rolled onto his side away from his friend, eyes still closed and voice hoarse from sleepiness, "get out of my bubble, man, personal space is important."
It took only long enough for Cisco to say those words before he was awake enough to actually register that he wasn't laying on the cool, hard ground, but in a bed. In a really comfortable bed, under blankets, in his boxers...and Barry was literally inches away. Cisco's eyes snapped open and he fell out of the bed in his hurried attempt to move away, scrambling to his feet.
"Whoa, what the—?!" he managed.