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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Bart_Allen/Jaime_Reyes
  Character:
      Bart_Allen, Jaime_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Making_Up, Guilt, Bluepulse
  Series:
      Part 4 of Tumblr_Promptfics
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-05 Words: 1142
****** Guilty ******
by cadavs
Summary
     It was the adrenaline, it was the lack of touchy-feely activities in
     the past month, it was teenage hormones – it was a lot of things but
     Jaime had stopped listening to Khaji Da rattle on about possibilities
     long ago.
     Or, the one where Jaime almost goes too far.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was the adrenaline, it was the lack of touchy-feely activities in the past
month, it was teenage hormones – it was a lotof things but Jaime had stopped
listening to Khaji Da rattle on about possibilities long ago. 
Instead, he focused on the task of prying off the white and red suit of Impulse
and get to Bart. Blue tossed off goggles and boots and gloves, not caring where
they were going to end up – he was sure he heard something fragile being
knocked over. His mouth dominated Bart’s after his own suit started retracting
– Bart was really awkward over kissing scarab carapace – and Jaime’s hands
roamed over a pale, runner’s body.
Bart laughed – slightly nervous – when Jaime pushed him roughly back into the
bed. He wasn’t exactly shyabout roughness, because they did sometimes get rough
– it happened. But when Bart looked up he saw something weird in Jaime’s eyes.
The speedster attempted to ignore it, and ignore it he did when Jaime did that
amazingthing with his tongue against Bart’s dick—
“Ohhhhfuck,” Bart ground out, hands clenching the sheets when he felt Jaime’s
suddenly slick fingers press against his prostate. Things escalated so quickly,
it made even Bart’s head spin, and he was suddenly with his legs over Jaime’s
shoulders and being pounded into.
“Uh—hermano, that—ah!” Bart winced as teeth broke the skin on his shoulder. He
grit his own teeth, becoming hyper-aware of the death grip his boyfriend
currently had on his hips, and it suddenly felt as if Jaime was crowding him
too much, and he couldn’t breathe, and—
Bart cried out softly in a way that signaled he definitelywasn’t okay and Jaime
froze,snapped back to reality with that small sound.
“Bart?” Jaime asked, voice barely above a whisper even though he was out of
breath. ‘Jaime Reyes, you have scared the Impulse,’ Khaji supplied helpfully.
Jaime wanted to tell the scarab to stuff it, but saw with horror that Khaji was
right. Bart was trembling…
No, Bart was terrified.
Jaime immediately pulled himself from Bart and then—he was very unsure of what
to do then. He didn’t know how Bart would react if he tried to hold him, or—
‘Suggested tactic: talk to the Impulse.’ Oh, duh.
“Bart? Bart…? Hey, cariño, are you okay?” Jaime asked quietly, petting Bart’s
hair and smiled when Bart didn’t flinch. Green eyes slowly opened to look up at
brown and Bart felt he could breathe a little easier.
Bart hesitated and Jaime felt like flinging himself into the sun.
“Bart, I’m so sorry,” Jaime said dejectedly. “Are you okay? How bad did I hurt
you?”
“I’m okay… Nothing t-too bad. It’ll heal,” Bart replied. Jaime frowned, kissing
Bart’s forehead softly. He helped them rearrange to a more comfortable position
– Jaime being as gentle as he possibly could. He even cleaned the blood from
the now vicious looking bite. Jaime kept telling Bart how sorry he was, feeling
like the biggest piece of shit.
“Blue, it’s okay. I forgive you. Really, I’m fine now,” Bart persuaded.
That didn’t stop Jaime from feeling guilty.
–––
“Wow Jaimewhat is all thisitsmellssogood!!”
Jaime looked up and grinned sheepishly at Bart. He was currently in the middle
of finishing cooking – it was their anniversary and he wanted to do something
special for the speedster. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
‘Jaime Reyes, the Impulse has already told you multiple times that he has
forgiven you.’
Obviously, Khaji didn’t buy it. But Jaime would digress, because that little
shit’s opinion didn’t matter to him at the moment. What did, though, was Bart’s
look of pure excitementat all the wonderful smelling food.
“Happy anniversary? Bart, I told you to—“
“I know I knowbut then I smelled the food and my stomach started growling
and—hey! What’s that??” Bart darted forward to examine the food closer and
Jaime didn’t have the heart to shoo him away.
“Calm down, mi amor. It’s not going to run away,” Jaime promised. Bart smiled
and backed off watching – and fidgeting the whole while – as Jaime finished up.
After dinner, Bart went on and on and onabout how much he had loved the night.
Well, mostly the food, but Jaime understood what Bart meant.
“Hey, her-mano, you got any ice cream?” Bart asked excitedly after they had
settled on the couch. Jaime blinked, then laughed.
“Your appetite is never satisfied, is it? In the freezer,” Jaime told Bart,
getting up to make sure his boyfriend didn’t make a mess of things. Bart was
currently digging, with renewed awe, through the freezer. “Woooaahhhhsince when
did you stockpile so much ice cream and frozen yummies???”
“Since I have a boyfriend with a black hole for a stomach,” Jaime replied,
shrugging. He watched as Bart grabbed an armful of everything, grinning.
“Gosh, Blue, you spoil me, y’know? I mean, I thought you always buying me
Chicken Whizzies and sodas was you just being nice but wow!”
Jaime rubbed the back of his head, smiling.
–––
Bart was sitting in Jaime’s lap, curled up happily in a blanket while the two
of them watched a movie. At first, Jaime thought Bart was just being cute. The
speedster was peppering kisses along Jaime’s throat and jaw line so the Latino
teen didn’t think much of it – he sometimes liked to think of Bart as an overly
affectionate puppy. However, Jaime tensed when he felt Bart bite his earlobe
and heard him whine. It was times like these that Jaime remembered what a funny
thing hormones were.
‘The Impulse is—‘
“I know,” Jaime huffed quietly, causing Bart to blink up at him in slight
confusion. He clarified with, “The scarab…”
Bart nodded and kissed Jaime with obvious hunger. “Bart… I’m not sure this is a
good idea—“
“Jaime.” The said teen bit his lip nervously as he looked into green eyes,
which looked rather irritated at the moment.
“I don’t want to scare or hurt you again.”
‘Jaime Reyes, you’re being irrational.’
Jaime pointedly ignored Khaji.
Meanwhile, Bart sighed and rolled his eyes. He pushed Jaime back onto the bed
and straddled his waist, ignoring Jaime’s look of panicked confusion.
“Jaime, her-mano, I forgave you. It was an accident and, more importantly, it’s
done and over with now,” Bart said, petting Jaime’s hair with a gentleness that
completely contradicted how needy he was.
“I still can’t help but feel bad,” Jaime said.
“I could tell,” Bart said. “But if you’re going to continue feeling bad about
something, it’s going to be about getting nothing for the next two months
because you’ve been so worried about not hurting me that you’ve been neglecting
me.”
“I… Oh… Oh. You’ve… for the past month… I should probably stop talking now and
just go with this, shouldn’t I?”
“Uh, doi.”
End Notes
     saltsgaar asked: Prompt: Jaime gets too rough during sex with Bart
     and Bart gets scared and Jaime feels likes shit about it, afterwards.
     Jaime apologizes and Bart forgives him but he doesn't think that's
     enough. So for like a month Jaime decides to spoil Bart by cooking
     amazing dinners and over supplying him with chicken whizzees and
     sugary sweets out the wazoo.
     I'm still ehhhh about the ending...
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