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He puts the finishing touches on his pseudo-gauntlets and tries to get some sleep before the big day.

*

Barry is shivering with excitement all day. Singh even asks him point blank what the hell is wrong with him, and when the workday is over, he makes a mad dash home to throw on his costume.

He thought about growing his hair out, but Iris laughed until she cried, so Barry figured it probably wasn’t the greatest idea.

Once he’s done slicking his hair and triple checking his suit to make sure everything’s perfect, he runs himself over to Cisco’s at breakneck speed and knocks excitedly on the door. It’s all he can do not to phase through right then and there.

Cisco finally opens the door after what feels like an eternity, and Barry shouts, “Happy Halloween!” at the top of his lungs. He nearly chokes on air when he sees what Cisco’s wearing – a loose, red long sleeve with a lightning bolt on it, blue sweatpants, red boots that look like they came out of the clearance section of a Party City, and a replica helmet that at least looks like it’s custom made.

“I…I thought we were gonna dress up as each other,” Barry says, confused. He holds up one of his gauntlets uselessly as if in demonstration.

Cisco snorts, and taps his helmet. “I am the Flash, see?”

Barry does see, and he’s not sure how he feels about Cisco dressed up in Jay Garrick’s suit. “What about dressing up as me?”

“Dude, you seriously didn’t think I was gonna squeeze into all that leather, did you?” Cisco says, then “oh my god, you did,” when Barry begins to pout. “Bar, no one but your stringbean ass can fit into that get-up.”

“String… – oh, come on, please?” he begs, sticking out his lower lip.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting me with the puppy dog eyes this time, no sir.” Cisco retreats back into his apartment, and Barry follows right behind him.

“I’ll bring you lunch tomorrow from wherever you want.”

Cisco raises an eyebrow. “Wherever?”

“Within the U.S. I’m not running all the way to Brazil again, dude.”

“Okay, no deal.”

“W-wait!” Barry zips in front of Cisco. “Fine, anywhere you want.”

“For the rest of the week.”

“Ugh, fine.” It’s all worth it, Barry tells himself.

“And a back massage.”

Barry nods. “And a back massage.”

“And you have to do that vibrating thing with the back of your throat tonight.”

Well. Barry doesn’t have to be persuaded to do that. “Deal,” he says quickly.

Cisco sighs. “The things I do for you, I swear…alright, get the suit.”

Barry flashes off and back before Cisco can even finish speaking. Cisco begins stripping down and attempting to slide himself into the textured leather, and Barry really can’t contain himself any longer.

It’s a while before they make it to the CCPN Halloween party Iris invited them to.

*

“You okay?” Barry asks, and forces himself to keep from smirking too broadly.

“Guh.” Cisco’s completely sated, a dazed look on his face as he sinks into the mattress further.

“You asked for the hands and the tongue,” Barry points out.

“Yeah…” Cisco’s voice is distant, barely a mumble as he eyes begin to drift shut. “We’re doing that again tomorrow night…”