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There are certain things you should know about Barry Allen.
The first is that he's The Flash. He runs around in a red leather tights fighting metahumans and basically being awesome. He's kinda like Harry Potter, y'know, lightening strike, Chosen One, saves the city on a reg.
(Also, he has a Hermione Granger and a Dumbledore (Voldemort?) to support and guide him.)
The second one is that is that Iris West is the love if his life.
Which brings us to the third; loving Iris West didn't stop him from wanting to fuck her pretty-boy detective boyfriend through the floor.
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Barry dislikes Eddie on principle. He's with the woman he loves, hating him is a given.
Eddie doesn't seem particularly threatened by Barry, which probably doesn't say much about his detective skills. However, Iris has also been quite blind to his feelings. And she has known him for almost his entire life.
On the other hand, he is bothered by the Flash. Which makes sense, since Iris looks at him in a way she never looks at Barry; with admiration and a little bit of lust. And despite Caitlin's very sensible and repeated deterrents, Barry can't seem to keep away from her and how he feels when that look is directed at him.
What he isn't prepared for is how genuinely nice Eddie is. He seems to want to hang out with him, get to know him. It's vexing because every time that happens, he feels a little twinge of guilt about his masked meetings with Iris.
Not enough to stop, though.
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The metal meta-bully strikes and Eddie is really pissed off about Tony Woodward and his Iris hurting ways. Which Barry completely agrees with. However, he's not sure why this mutual understanding has to be reinforced with the help of a Dudebro-bag punching-bonding session. But, it might help him be an awesome-r Flash. So, he goes with it.
They're shooting the shit, bonding(!?) over getting bullied while Barry lightly punches the bag, held tight by Eddie and then-
'Harder.'
Weak punch.
Eddie gets this expression on his face, his voice becomes huskier, 'Harder.'
And Barry, well, he gets this split second image of Eddie beneath him, sweaty, naked, his face twisted in pleasure, sunlight glinting off his golden skin, demanding Barry to go harder and harder and-
He punches through the bag.
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Barry chucks that thought into a locked box in the deepest, darkest corner of his mind. It's a fluke anyway, something brought upon due to exertion and a really long dry spell. The idea that he'd ever be attracted to Eddie is preposterous.
Right? Right.
.....not really.