A/N: I saw a picture of Bart drinking a slurpee and Bluepulse fluff kinda just HAPPENED

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, DC Comics, or any of their amazing characters

"Hey, my tongue looks like you!" Bart presented his stained-blue mouth to Jaime as they walked from the El Paso Seven-Eleven together.

Jaime made a face as he sucked down his own slurpee. "Dude. Visuals not appreciated."

Bart snorted, breaking out into giggles. "Man, these are so crash!"

Jaime bit his lip in concern as he eyed Bart, his eyes bright with sugar-gleam. Maybe he should've taken Joan's advice with the 'ease on the sweets' thing.

But seeing Bart smile was some sort of weakness for Jaime. It was like every time Jaime offered to take him somewhere, or buy him something, Bart's entire face would light up with surprise and excitement, almost as if Bart was unused to people being kind to him. Which only made Jaime want to spoil him more.

Bart pulled the straw out of his slurpee, scooping up some of the ice crystals with the flattened bottom and offering it to Jaime. "Wanna try some of mine?"
Jaime shook his head. "I have my own."

"But yours is red, it's different," Bart said, pushing it closer to Jaime's face.

Jaime lowered his head to meet the end of the straw. Blueberry. Not Jaime's favorite, but still good. He nodded his approval.

"Want to have a taste of-" Jaime didn't even get to finish his sentence before Bart pounced, clamping his mouth on the straw and sucking greedily.

The speedster's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"You okay, hermano-"

Bart clutched both his temples in pain, letting his blue slurpee fall and splat on the sidewalk.

"My head!" he cried.

Jaime cursed himself. He'd forgotten to warn Bart about brain freeze. Bart started hopping up and down trying to rid himself of the pain.

"Stick your thumb to the roof of your mouth!" Jaime tried. "Plug your nose! Think warm thoughts!"

"Aghhh!" Bart moaned, shaking his head, seemingly unable to hear Jaime over his pain.

Jaime sighed in frustration. "Dios mio."

He took Bart's face in his hands and stuck his own thumb to the top of Bart's mouth. Bart froze at the intrusion.

"Wha-" Bart said around Jaime's hand. "Jaime-"

The heat of Jaime's thumb seeped into Bart's mouth, chasing away the cold. Bart started to relax as the pain ebbed away.

"Oh. Das bett'r."

Bart's lips and tongue were soft. They brushed along Jaime's skin as he spoke and were startlingly distracting. Jaime's heart started to race and he quickly pulled his hand away. He wiped his thumb against his pant leg, looking at his feet to hide his blush.

"Oh Bart... Your slurpee..." Jaime said, spotting the mess.

Bart blinked and looked at the explosion at his feet. Some off it had splashed onto their shoes and the bottom of their pants in tiny neon blue dots. It was already melting under the heat of the El Paso sun, bleeding out in streams around them.

Bart's shoulders sagged. "... Is totally feeling the mode."

Bart's pout lasted for a total of three seconds before Jaime couldn't take it.

"Here, we can share," Jaime said, holding out his own slurpee to him, fully aware that 'share' really meant 'give.'

Bart looked up at Jaime in surprise. "Really?"

"Really," Jaime confirmed.

There was that stupid smile again. "You're so crash, her-man-oh."

Jaime slung his arm around Bart's shoulder.

"I know."