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A speedster, a man and his bug.
Together, the three were fast asleep in their bed at home. Well… Technically, Khaji Da never slept; but the scarab was quietly processing data while Jaime recharged with Bart snuggled up beside him. The beetle knew better than to wake it’s host up on a day off.
The Caucasian fingers resting on Jaime’s bare chest began to curl ever slightly.
It took a moment, but Bart slowly blinked to life. He took a deep breath on instinct, immediately catching onto the faint scent of Jaime’s cologne. It was an aroma that never failed to put a smile on his face. He’d choose it over coffee any day.
Lifting his head up from the comfort of his pectoral pillow, Bart glanced upwards to see if his boyfriend was still asleep.
Unsurprisingly, his eyelids were peacefully closed.
That meant the speedster was free to do what he did every morning when he woke up with Jaime by his side. And that was to gaze longingly upon not only the most lovable man in the universe, but the sexiest one too. Bart would never understand how he had lucked out so much.
“I’m so lucky,” he whispered.
“I feel the same way Amor.”
Jaime kept his surprised speedster in suspense before opening an eyelid and grinning.
“Look at you babe,” Bart teased. “Awake before noon! Should I look outside to see if the world has ended?”
“No,” Jaime replied calmly. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay here with me.”
Bart had almost melted at how soft his voice was. Jaime was still adorably sleepy, but that didn’t change a thing. He was a charmer and still had a reputation to uphold. So he rolled up onto Jaime pressing his cotton shirt into the man’s washboard of abs, before grinning mischievously.
“Are you going to make it worth my while?”
The man who had already made the easiest decision of a lifetime, took a moment to relax and enjoy the view. There was nothing more pleasurable than seeing Bart look at him like that . He slowly guided his hands up Bart’s hips before resting them on the speedster’s lower back.
“Si.”
“Don’t hold back Blue,” Bart taunted.
Jaime simply smirked and lifted his head up to kiss Bart delicately. It was so tender and loving. Nice, but not at all what the speedster had clearly been hoping for. Jaime pulled away momentarily to let Bart take a breath, because the speedster was about to need it.
Without warning, Jaime kissed again.
This time he captured Bart’s lips firm and fast. But he didn’t stop there, expertly ramping up the passion so quickly that even Bart’s brain was struggling to keep up. He flipped their positions, like it was nothing , pinning Bart beneath his muscular frame. The pleasured gasp he received was all the invitation needed to be able to slide his tongue into the warmth of Bart’s mouth.
The deeper Jaime kissed, the more Bart felt like his head was floating; and the best he could to ground himself was to hold onto the man above him tightly. It didn’t take long for Jaime to realize that he had gotten carried away in the speedster’s moans, forgetting a little something called oxygen .
So regrettably, he resurfaced.
But it was worth it though when he looked down to see Bart’s face. The speedster’s eyes were still shut and his mouth was just hanging open breathlessly like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. He truly looked blissed out to the point of being on another planet.
How could the older man not smugly make a point about Bart’s state?
“Did that crash your mode , cariño?”
Eventually, Bart’s brain rebooted and his eyes flickered to life.
“You play dirty Blue,” he licked his lips before grinning. “I respect that.”
“I can play even dirtier,” Jaime warned.
“I’d like to see tha-”
Jaime rolled his hips down into Bart’s, immediately drawing out the loudest moan so far.
“Blue, can we-?”
Given that they had , multiple times the night prior, it wasn’t surprising that Jaime had woken up starving. As a testament to this, Jaime’s stomach growled loudly from between them making sure it got priority over any other organs. The pair crumbled into laughter, Bart’s lips grazing Jaime’s neck for a moment before pulling up again to speak.
“Nevermind. Let’s get you some food babe.”
Jaime gave Bart a quick peck on the lips before rolling off of him to settle on the edge of the bed. He stood up and turned around to smile at his boyfriend still swimming beneath the warm covers. Surrendering to the sudden urge to stretch, Jaime raised his arms and flexed his muscles much to Bart’s pleasure.
It was all Bart could do to not jump him then and there. And Jaime could tell. But Bart had known it wasn’t a deliberate tease, and had also not forgotten that his man needed some food pronto. Instead, he settled for the next best thing.
Bart dashed the short distance to hug Jaime from the front, resting his chin upwardly so that they could maintain eye contact and talk about breakfast. Once Jaime had wrapped his arms lovingly around Bart, he put the question on both their minds out into the crisp morning air.
“Did you want to have breakfast at home, Amor? We could always go out to a cafe if you’d like?”
“Hmm… They are both pretty crash ideas Blue.”
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Do they > have breakfast at home < OR > have breakfast at a cafe < ?