"Are you flirting with me ?" + allenbert <3
Barry’s chair is missing. He stares at the empty space in front of his desk for a solid minute before turning to look at the potential culprit.
Barry turns. Julian is tucked behind his own desk and yup, that is definitely Barry’s chair. “Allen,” he replies without looking up from his folder. He’s got his glasses on; Barry hates him a little for that. It’s not fair that glasses are a Thing for him.
“I need my chair,” Barry says, holding onto his resolve.
“As do I,” Julian says, flipping a page.
Barry steps up to his desk. “You have a chair,” he points out, nodding at the chair shunted off to one side. “You don’t need mine.”
“I’m afraid I do,” Julian replies, scribbling a note in with a pen. When Barry leans his hands on the desk, Julian finally looks up.
Then, very deliberately, he sets the folder on the desk and wheels the chair back. He kicks his feet up on the desk and raises both eyebrows challengingly. Barry holds onto Julian’s feet to keep him from moving any farther.
“Are you flirting with me?” Julian asks in a deadpan snark, and Barry’s ears redden.
He doesn’t let go. “I want my chair back,” he insists emphatically.
Julian looks him up and down, once, thoughtfully. “Take it,” he challenges at last.
Barry exhales, letting go of his feet, and Julian stays perfectly still, taunting. “Go on. If it’s your chair, take it.”
“You don’t need my chair,” Barry deflects.
Julian smiles wolfishly. “Oh I most certainly do.” When Barry growls, he all but laughs. “I like you like this, Allen. Keep it up and I might give it back.”
And he snags the folder and turns, deliberately putting his back to Barry and resuming like nothing’s changed.
Nothing’s changed, Barry tells himself, but he never reclaims the chair. And it is not, he tells himself, because Julian “likes him like this,” all flustered and pushy.
(Until it is.)