so so awkward.

Ah yes, now he had company in the land of awkward.
Barry had his lips pursed together was the other seemed
to take in what was right in front of him. He kept himself
from lightly laughing at the whole situation. It seemed like
some bad rom-com movie, or some weird twilight zone
going on here. The young CSI wasn’t sure which one was
worse, or maybe it was a mixture of the two. Man, when
his friends hear about this from him they’re probably laugh.
Well, if he tells them anyway. For now that was very unlikely.

He managed to chuckle a bit, taking back his wallet, and
stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’m pretty sure I’d know
if I had a brother,” although… Iris had no idea about her
brother– nah, his parents wouldn’t. And his dad would have
told him, especially after his mom was killed. It’s a nice idea
though, having a brother. Meh. Anyway, moving on!

At least this had made his slightly boring day interesting.
It’s not exactly every day that you get mistaken for your
doppelganger. Maybe he’ll tell Len, only because he’d
probably be the only one that wouldn’t really everyone.
But he would also need to endure the older man’s teasing.

“What?” he looked confused, considering he had gotten lost
in his train of though just a moment ago. But he got the jest of
what the other was saying. And felt his cheeks a bit red, coughing
slightly, and glancing away. “That was– my first kiss from a guy,”
Barry muttered softly, the guy’s lips were rather soft. “I– um, it’s
okay don’t worry about it, I mean it didn’t bother me.” Honestly,
the other looked more freaked out than he did. “So like–
it’s nice to met you? Even in these really weird circumstances?”
His stomach grumbled again, “…. lunch?”

‘That was– my first kiss from a guy.’

Stepping back a few seconds?  If Blaine wasn’t already mortified –
hearing that he just became Barry’s first kiss from a guy?  Put the
nail in the coffin of his composure.  Stupefied–Blaine only bowed
his head slowly while he lit up like someone flipped the switch to
a fireplace and set it ablaze.  Stuttering tongue refusing to work
right had him uttering a broken and rattled.  “I- If- You’re first–wow–
you sure?” There was two sentence in there.  Whatever came out
was a jumbled concoction of–needing a serious lifeline before he
about faced and walked out the door.

Yet Barry stood there with a grumbling belly and food on the mind
like he was barely rattled.  Hazel eyes blinked and Blaine palmed
over his mouth waving his fingers once he reached the opposite
side from where he started but the heel of his hand dug against
his chin without lowering.  “Y-yeah.  Nice to meet you–hold on.
You want to have lunch,” he asked through his fingers.

Blaine figured he owed the poor guy if he was the one to steal his
first kiss from a man. Without second guessing if he should, he
agreed.  “Sure.  That’d be great.  My treat.  An apology for the,”
remembering he was cupping his lips, he flicked his wrist pointing
between their lips again and breathed deep so his smile wasn’t as
nervous and just–warmly apologetic.