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Joe and Iris watched on in amusement as Barry frantically tried to fix up the house and set the table, not allowing either Joe nor Iris to enter the kitchen. He was halted from his fussing by the doorbell.

"He's here!" Barry exclaimed before speeding to the door taking a deep breath before opening the door with a smile. "You made it!"

"Barely," Harry smiled, offering the bottle of wine he had in one hand and the treacle tart he had in the other. "I did a couple of turns around the block before I finally found it."

Barry chuckled, taking the offerings with a thank you.

"Please, come in." Barry moved to the side, letting Harry walk in. "You shouldn't have, you being here is enough."

"I didn't want to come empty handed." Harry shrugged. "I already started making the treacle tart when Joe invited me and I had the wine laying around, so, it wasn't any trouble on my part."

"I can't wait to try it then!" Barry smiled, looking back at the man following him.

"Try what?" Iris asked as the two men came into the living room.

"Harry made a treacle tart." The blond piped up with a grin directed at the blushing man.

"It's nothing." Harry waved him off shyly, with the blush on his face that made Barry's grin widen. "Hi," he greeted, offering his hand to Joe and then Iris. "This must be the famous Iris."

"And you're the famous Harry who my dad and brother can't stop gushing about." Iris smirked as both of the young men started to blush and Joe snorted. "Let me get your coat."

"I'll go put this in the kitchen." Barry quickly made his exit before he made a fool of himself in front of Harry.

"Thanks." Harry coughed, trying to will away the blush on his face as he took off his coat and gave it to her. Revealing the tight black jeans and a size too big cotton olive green shirt that showed off his collarbones perfectly.

"You clean up nice, partner." Joe complemented, guiding the other man to the coach while Iris went to hang his coat by the door.

"Thanks, you have a lovely home." He said looking around at the open living room.

"I got wine!" Barry called out as he walked back in, two glasses of one in each hand.

"Right on time." Iris joked, taking one of the glasses from Barry before he even reached the other sitting duo.

Barry rolled his eyes at his sister's behavior before coming to a stop in front of the sitting partners. His eyes widened at what the black haired man was wearing. He was so used to seeing the other man in his loose work clothes that now seeing him in comfortable clothes, tight jeans and with his collarbones showing gave Barry a brief pause.

"Are we gonna get the wine any time soon?" Joe asked, amused as Barry just stood there, eyes glued on the young detective.

"Hmm?" Barry snapped his eyes away from tracing the visible skin of his crush to look at his father who raised an amused eyebrow and pointedly glanced down at the wine in Barry's hands. "Oh! Right, sorry!" He coughed, blush darkening his high cheekbones.

"Thanks, Barry." Harry cheekily smiled up at the still standing blond, his blush not going away as he found blue eyes not leaving his greens.

"So, Harry." Iris called back attention to herself when it seemed that the other two young men were fine just looking at each other. "How do you like Central City?"

"I like it so far." Harry smiled, taking a sip from his wine. "Well, except what happened my first week here."

"What happened?" Joe asked, giving Barry a glance when he felt him tense beside him on the couch.

"Something or someone, crashed into the wall of my bathroom while I was taking a shower my first day on the job!" He said amongst the shocked gasps of his audience. "I know! By the time I cleared the shampoo and opened my eyes all I could see was a flash of electricity or lightning."

"Is that so?" Iris asked, turning to raise an eyebrow at Barry who refused to meet the knowing gazes of his family.

"Yes! You won't believe how long or how much it took to remodel the whole bathroom!" Harry huffed, finishing his wine and leaving the glass on the coffee table. Not noticing how both father and daughter had their eyes on Barry who had his hands covering his face. "Thankfully, today they finished all the renovations and my apartment will be workers free."

"I hope that incident didn't leave you with a bad impression with our city?" Joe said, rolling his eyes at Barry's actions. Giving his partner his attention.

"At least it's better than Starling City." His admittance rose a few eyebrows and got Barry's attention back.

"You were in Starling City?" Barry asked, surprise coloring his features.

"Yes," Harry nodded, raising his glass when Iris offered to refill it for him. "Only stayed there for a month or so before I accepted a transfer to CCPD."

"Did you meet Oliver Queen?"

"Iris," Barry rolled his eyes at her question. "I'm sure Starling is big enough that they never met."

"Actually, we do know each other." Harry piped in, stopping the siblings before they could argue. "I met Ollie way before I arrived at Starling."

That declaration didn't sit well with Barry, as there seemed to be a softness in Harry's tone when he spoke about Oliver. It seems Iris thought so too.

"You sound as if you were close?"

"We were." He admitted with a smile, but his eyes said that he didn't want to talk about it.

"How about we have dinner?" Joe asked suddenly standing up, giving Iris a pointed look to come with him. "Barry you stay and entertain our guest while Iris and I set the table."

"But," the blond started to protest, but sat back down when Joe smiled at him with a wink.

"You did all the cooking, let us set up."

Barry sighed as they went to the kitchen leaving him alone with Harry, he didn't know what to say and it seemed like Harry was the same as they both sat there in silence, sipping their wine.

"So,"

"I,"

They both chuckled when they spoke at the same time and Barry gestured for Harry to speak first.

"So, you grew up here?" Harry asked, motioning around him at the house with his free hand.

"I did," He smiled softly, looking down at the glass of wine in his hand. "After my mom died, Joe took me in and raised me as his own."

"My condolences." Harry spoke softly, he moved down the couch he was sitting on so that he could comfortably lay his on Barry's. "I know how it feels to lose a parent, both my parents were killed when I was 16 months old."

"I'm so sorry," Barry locked his eyes with Harry's, only seeing understanding. He covered Harry's hand on his, returning his soft smile.

"Dinner is served!" Joe called out from the dining table, breaking the two apart and putting a stop to their shared moment.

"I guess we should go eat now." Harry sighed, giving Barry's hand one last squeeze before removing his hand from between the other man's.

"I guess we should." Barry smiled, standing up. Feeling a little daring he offered his arm to the other man. "Shall we?" He waited with bated breath to see the other man's reaction.

"We shall." Harry chuckled softly before standing up and taking Barry's arm, who gave a subtle breath of relief before he led Harry to the dining room.

"This looks amazing!" Harry praised, looking at the full spread on the table in front of him missing the amused grin Joe gave to Barry and Iris's eyebrow wiggle.

Barry rolled his eyes, pulling Harry's seat for him before he sat down beside him.

"Yeah, Barry doesn't know how to hold back." Iris chuckled, smirking back at Barrywhen he gave her a glare.

"I can't wait to taste everything!" Harry beamed at the blond sitting next to him, who blushed at the attention.

"Well then let's dig in." Joe said and started to pile his plate with the delicious food.

The spent the whole meal having a lighthearted conversation and enjoying the meal Barry had conversation was mostly between Barry and Harry as Joe and Iris stood back and traded smiles as the two men started to bond,almost forgetting about their company.

"I'm so full." Iris groaned, leaning back and receiving agreeing hums from all around.

"Then I guess you don't want a piece of the tart Harry made." Barry teased getting up and gathering the dirty plates.

"How dare you suggest that I don't want dessert!" Iris exclaimed, affronted as she stood up to help Barry, making Harry chuckle at their antics and for Joe to roll his eyes.

"Let me help." Harry offered, standing up and helping the two.

"You don't have to do that." Barry said getting an agreeing hum from Iris.

"I know, I want to." Harry smiled, side stepping Barry when he tried to take the plates from him.

"Don't forget to bring out the tart!" Joe called out at the two who giggled as they made their way to the kitchen.

"How am I supposed to serve this?" Barry asked as he pulled out the treacle tart from the oven where it was being kept warm.

"Vanilla ice-cream is fine if you have it." Harry suggested as he lay the dishes by the sink to be cleaned later.

"I've never had treacle tart before." Barry admitted as he took out a tub of ice-cream from the freezer while Harry started to slice and dish out the sweet tart.

"You have no idea what you're missing." Harry teased, licking his fingers to rid them of the sticky syrup of the tart.

"I'm sure." Barry breathed out, eyes focused on Harry's mouth. "You have a little crumb there." He said pointing to the corner of his mouth.

"Oh," Harry blushed, raising his free hand to wipe at his mouth. "Is it gone?"

"No," Barry walked closer to Harry and raised his hand. "Let me."

Harry's breath stuttered when Barry gently touched the corner of his lip, wiping the drums away.

"Thanks." Harry breathed out, his eyes lowering as he kept staring at where Barry licked the crumb away from his own finger.

"You're welcome." Barry could feel something pulling him forward and who was he to deny it when Harry was closing in the distance between them as he raised himself up to get closer to Barry.

Harry slowly raised one of his hand and touched Barry's cheek, closing the distance between them until there was barely an inch between their lips.

"Is this ok?" Barry asked, voice no louder than a whisper as he raised one hand and let the tips of his fingers graze over Harry's neck, where he not only heard but felt as his breath hitched.

"More than." Harry said before erasing that last inch and kissing Barry, both sighing into the kiss when they felt a spark ignite. And when Harry pulled back to breath, Barry followed him and connected their lips together more passionately than the kiss that came before it.

"What's taking so long?" Iris asked, making them spring apart. "Oh! Sorry!" She quickly turned around and left the kitchen.

They stood there staring wide eyed at where Iris was a second ago before they turned to each other and burst into laughter.

"I guess she couldn't wait any longer to have dessert." Barry chuckled, going back to serving the ice-cream with each piece Harry previously placed on a plate.

"Neither could I, to tell the truth." Harry hummed serving up the last piece.

"Oh, couldn't you?" Barry teased nudging Harry on the side with his hip.

"Oh yes," Harry smirked back at the blond, taking to plates with him as they both made their way out of the kitchen. "Treacle tart is my favorite dessert after all." He said laughing at Barry's affronted look.

"Took you guys long enough." Iris smirked, wiggling her eyebrows as they both came into view of her and Joe who snorted at the matching blush on both young men's faces.

"Sorry." Barry shrugged, handing them each one a plate before sitting down where Harry placed the other plate he was holding beside his on the table.

Barry busied himself with his slice of treacle to avoid the amused, knowing glances of his family and promptly moaned as the first bite practically assaulted his mouth.

"This is fantastic!" He exclaimed, quickly taking another mouthful.

"Thank you." Harry muttered shyly as the other two quickly offered their own complements.

Sitting here with the three family members made him so happy and nostalgic to his own friends back in England. He still thought that it was a good idea to leave the Wizarding world and his friends supported him all the way and even though they were busy with their own jobs and their growing families they still liked to check up on him constantly, which made him happy.

"Hey,you ok?" Barry whispered, leaning towards Harry so that his body covered Harry's from view of the other two.

"I'm great."Harry smiled, nudging Barry with his shoulder teasingly before he quickly stole a bite from Barry's slice.

"Hey!" Barry exclaimed, before trying to retaliate but couldn't because Harry hid his plate with both arms.

"My precious." Harry hissed at the blond making everyone around him laugh and that's how Harry liked it.

After helping Barry clean up Harry decided that it was late and he should leave because they still had to get up early tomorrow.

"Let me walk you out." Barry offered, leading Harry outside with a hand on the middle of his back.

"That was really fun." Harry said as they reached his car and he turned to face Barry, looking up at the other man from beneath his lashes.

"It really was." The blond agreed with a smile. "We should do it again some other time."

"We should," Harry nodded, moving closer and raised himself up to place a kiss on Barry's cheek. "Maybe just the two of us next time?"He whispered in Barry's ear before stepping back with a smile.

"Definitely." Barry grinned, feeling ecstatic about the events that transpired today.

"Goodnight, Barry." Harry said before unlocking his car and climbing in.

"Goodnight." Barry waved as Harry started his car and left.

He kept his eye on Harry's car until it disappeared from his view then he sighed and turned to get back into the house only to find Iris and Joe giving him wide grins from the open door.

"I can't believe you guys." He complained, going inside to face the questions that he knew were coming.

Hope you enjoyed it cause it'll be a few days before the next chapter is out, But don't worry I promise I won't take too long :)