Rated: T

AN:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the fandom they're from. (Young Justice/Young Justice Invasion) If I did Hummingbird & Birdflash would be cannon.

Warning: Slightly suggestive context. VERY FLUFFAY!

Hi guys! Um, I didn't include a NSFW ending so I wasn't sure what rating this would be, so T just to be safe. I am free to any criticisms you may have, so please let me know, it could help me a lot. Thank you!

Credit: I posted this fic after reading a post from imagineyourotp. (tumblr)

"Imagine your OTP playing a game in which they kiss without touching each other, who ever touches the other first and the other person gets to do what ever they want with them."

*Bart's P.O.V.*

Bart's body buzzed lightly. His arms were straight in front of him, with his hands resting on his knees, and his lips locked with the one and only; Boy Wonder's. His hands were clawing at his costume, but he had to resist. He couldn't touch Tim. Why?

-Flashback-

"Bart.."

"Hmm?" Bart moved his hands down Tim's front.

Tim sighs. "Bart...Can you keep your hands off for a second?...I'm trying to work."

"But Tim..!" he whines.

"Alright, let's play a game, Bart."

"A game? What kinda game, Tim?"

"...We can kiss, as much as you want, but..if you touch me, you lose and have to leave me alone to do my work. If you win, we can do whatever you want. Deal?"

If he won, Tim would back away from his work, and spend some time with Bart.

"Deal," he nodded frantically.

-End Flashback-

Right, he had to win. He moans as Tim sucks on his tongue. "Tim...Tim," he moans between kisses. He could feel Tim smirk as his ears turned red from the obscene noises of moaning that filled the room."Tim...Timtimtimtim.." He finally couldn't take it anymore. Bart took Tim's wrists in his hand and pinned them above his head as he gently pushed him down onto the bed.

*Tim's P.O.V.*

"Bart," He laughs as the speedster kisses him again. "Bart, I won, remember?" Tim smiles when Bart frowns and backs off of him. "Okay, okay. C'mere," Tim says as he wraps his arms around the speedster and pulls him on top of himself; locking their lips again.