Barry Allen is always late

It was a hell of a week Barry had. His first time sleeping with a man. He'd left Iris, and was now finding comfort in the arms of very well hung men. He couldn't think of much else since then. Work had even gone undone. It was a bit of a shame none of the marks Derek had made on him lasted, but Barry remembered them vividly. So much so that the night before he'd even jerked off to the memory. He'd gone to bed alone that night, but apparently his roommate had not. He could hear pounding and grunting against his wall and rolled his eyes.

Eventually he managed to drown it out and woke the next morning, still very much alone and full of regret. Maybe he should have told Derek he wanted more from him, or at least a few more rounds..but he'd said nothing. He'd given him a kiss and both of them went on their separate ways. So he thought. Barry finished getting ready for work at the police station and headed into the kitchen when he smelled fresh food being cooked, an saw a familiar sight.

"....Derek?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, and a hint of disbelief. Was it really Derek his roommate had been fucking last night? He could only stare at the man, a hint of annoyance written in his eyes.