As he scrambled to sit up, there might have been a little guilt in the back of his mind about letting Wells blow him with that wounded mouth, but there was a kind of excitement about it too, a spark that went through his groin at the thought that Wells wanted him so much, not even all those injuries could get in the way.
And then Wells really was sucking him, Harrison Wells was sucking his cock, and in a flash Barry thought of just how many magazines and articles and, oh God, his actual biography were in this room somewhere, and yet here was the man himself with his head in Barry’s lap. Barry didn’t know where to put his hands.