Barry's eyes blink open, the gentle vibration from his phone alarm buzzing against his thigh. He slips it out of his pocket, trying to remember why he had set it for so early, before he notices the date–

February 20th. Hal's birthday.

A smile tugs at his lips and he pushes himself up on one arm, tilting his head down to observe the person currently hogging all of the sheets.

Hal's lips are parted, one arm haphazardly thrown above his head, the other still reaching in Barry's direction as he snores quietly against the pillow. The sheets have gotten tangled around his hips during the night and Barry drags his eyes up Hal's toned chest appreciatively, fingers moving of their own volition to follow the path of his gaze. Hal's always quick to admit that he knows how good he looks– when he's leaning back in the conference room chair with a dirty smirk or posing for the media after a hard-fought victory– but it's little moments like these, when Hal's unaware of anyone watching, where Barry always finds him the most beautiful.

He has to lean in to press a fond kiss to Hal's collarbone, smiling against his warm skin as Hal makes a quiet, content sound in his sleep. It had taken a while– okay, several shots of vodka– for him to weasel Hal's birthday out of him. He's always been oddly reluctant to share that little bit of himself. Barry thinks that maybe Hal's had a bad experience with birthdays, or hasn't had a good one in a while.. and that simply will not do. Barry had made sure to thoroughly wear Hal out last night so that he could sneak out of bed without Hal waking up to put the final touches on the cake and carefully arrange his present so that Hal can see it when he first walks into the kitchen. He wants Hal's day to be perfect.. and that means starting the morning off with a pleasant surprise.

Barry carefully untangles the sheets from around Hal's middle, lifting them up and kneeling between Hal's outstretched legs. God, he looks so good in the morning light, golden hues filtering over firm muscles, accentuating his tanned skin and bringing out the rich chocolate color of Hal's hair. He dips his head downwards, pressing the lightest of kisses to Hal's sternum, fingers trailing up the outside of Hal's thigh so he can rub his thumb in fond circles around his hipbone. Hal shifts in his sleep, knee knocking against Barry's leg, but doesn't wake up, just turns his head to the side and snores against the pillow. Hmm.. maybe he wore him out a little too thoroughly.

Hot lips press along warm skin as he kisses a path from Hal's hip to his navel, nose brushing against soft brown hairs as he slides his fingers up the inside of Hal's thigh with deliberate slowness. He nips at the v-shaped muscles, teeth brushing along the firm planes as he ghosts his lips over Hal's cock. Hal lets out a quiet moan in his sleep as his hips twitch upwards. Barry smiles, tongue flicking out to swirl over the base of Hal's dick, a light touch that causes Hal's legs to spread wider, a tiny furrow forming on his brow.

He doesn't do this that often– not when Hal's usually so.. enthusiastic about his oral talent– but he's a fast learner, and he's experienced enough to know what Hal likes. Barry drags his tongue up the side of Hal's cock, flicking a light, teasing touch over the head as he inches his fingers higher, rubbing along the crease where thigh meets pelvis and slipping them inward. Hal's hips give another twitch, muffled moan falling from his lips as Barry closes his mouth over the head and gently sucks. He watches Hal's reaction from under long lashes, watches the subtle clench of Hal's muscles as he dips his tongue further down, dragging it back and forth along the underside of cock before pulling back and licking his lips.

God, he looks so gorgeous. He still can't quite believe that he gets to have this– gets to be in love with his best friend and have him love him in return, gets to hang around his favorite person all day and take him to bed at night, gets to curl around him when he sleeps and bury his face into the back of his neck. It's everything he's wanted for years now, and sometimes when he looks at Hal twisted up in his bedsheets like he belongs there, like he's always been there.. it's unbelievable.

He runs a finger up the underside of Hal's hard cock, watching with bated breath as Hal mumbles something under his breath, twists his fingers into the sheets and whimpers. He must have been more tired than he thought. Barry can't resist leaning back down and wrapping his lips around Hal's dick, sliding down about half way and swirling his tongue with a lazy swipe, sliding back up to flick at the slit before hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Hal's hips lift off the sheets, strangled sounding 'Barry' falling from his lips and Barry pulls back, watching Hal's long eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones but still– not waking up. Hmmmm.. this calls for more drastic measures.

Barry closes his mouth back over the head of Hal's cock, inching his fingers down between firm muscle and running along Hal's – still wet, oh my god– entrance. He dips his finger tip inside at the same time he vibrates his tongue against Hal's dick. Hal's eyes shoot open with a strained sounding 'Fuck!', blinking rapidly into the morning light before catching Barry's gaze and dropping his head back to the pillow with a pleased sounding groan.

"Good– ah!" Barry eases his finger inside him, curling it as he slides it back out while still vibrating his tongue in a gentle, unhurried motion. "Good morning to you too, fuck." Hal shifts his hips down, forcing Barry's finger deeper and moans loudly when he brushes over his prostate, head tilted down to watch Barry's mouth slide up and down on his cock. Barry just hums around Hal's dick, bobbing his head as he slowly ramps up the vibrations, pumping his finger in time with the slide of his tongue, over and over until Hal's gasps fill the quiet stillness of the bedroom.

Hal slides his hands into Barry's hair, brushing over the blond strands with reverence before pushing at the back of Barry's head with an impatient motion, hips twitching as he let's out a strained moan. Barry pulls back to press a soft kiss to Hal's navel, lips curling against warm skin as Hal whines. He shoots Hal the dirtiest smirk he can muster before sliding his lips over the tip and dragging his tongue all the way down, not stopping until his nose hits the soft brown hairs at the base of Hal's cock and slips inside him with two fingers. Barry makes sure to catch Hal's gaze, curling his fingers upward so that they're resting right where Hal's most sensitive, and vibrates his tongue and hand at the same time.

"Oh fuck!" Hal throws his head back against the pillow, fingers digging into the back of Barry's skull as his dick pulses inside Barry's mouth, hot liquid spurting from the tip and shooting down the back of Barry's throat. Barry chokes a bit, eyes watering as he swallows the best that he can– he really needs to get better at this– still pumping his finger inside Hal's wet heat as he milks every last drop from Hal's cock, refusing to pull away until Hal's batting at his wrist with a weak sounding whimper.

Barry pulls back with a satisfied smack of his lips, mouthing his way up Hal's abs and over his chest to press a soft kiss right below his ear.

"Happy Birthday."

He feels Hal make a confused sound beneath him, fingers sliding around Barry's back to tug him close. Hal's head tilts to the side, pressing against Barry's as he clears his throat.

"It's my birthday?"