A/N: Someone wanted me to continue "Slurpees", but that was sort of a oneshot, so here is another oneshot with a frozen treat in it.
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Bart had never been to a playground before.
He zoomed ahead of Jaime, zipping up the candy-colored slides, whizzing through the plastic castle, and plunging down the winding staircases all before Jaime could protest.
"Slow down, hermano," Jaime hissed, checking over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. It was dusk on a school night, and the playground was abandoned despite the warming May weather.
Bart came to an abrupt stop at the swing set, flopping belly first on the seat. "What are these for, Jaime?"
"They're swings," Jaime said. "You're supposed to sit on it."
Bart adjusted, and gripped the chains tightly. "Now what?"
"Here, let me help you," Jaime said, coming up from behind, putting his hands just under Bart's so that their fingers were brushing. He pulled back and released with a shove.
Bart laughed at the rush. "Higher!"
Jaime smiled and pushed with more force, trying to ignore how Bart's laugh made his heart flutter and how warm his back was under his touch. Every time Bart swung back, Jaime was tempted to throw his arms around him and not let go. But that wasn't really a thing hermanos were supposed to do, Jaime thought. Then again, it was about time he stopped pretending Bart was just a friend to him, but before Jaime could muster the courage, Bart got restless.
"What are those?" he asked, digging his feet into the ground and pointing.
"Slides," Jaime answered. "You're supposed to- You know, slide down them, not run up them."
"Crash," Bart said, careful to jog instead of speed toward them. "Come on, Jaime!"
He was about to follow when he heard an ice cream truck chiming out behind him, making it's final rounds for the night. Jaime perked up; Bart loved ice cream.
"Hold on a sec, I'll be right there," Jaime responded, chasing after the truck as Bart disappeared in the mess tubes.
All the ice cream man had left were cheap Popsicles, but Jaime paid for them and ran back to the playground, anxious to present them to Bart and see the delighted look on his face.
But Bart was nowhere to be found.
Jaime poked his head up the slide. "Bart?"
No response. Jaime frowned. Where could he have gone?
"Bart?" He scanned the playground, all bathed in golden sunset. He checked up the other slides, under the twisting staircases, and started heading back to the swing set. "Hermano where-"
Bart swung down from the monkey bars, upside down. "Hey, amigo!"
Jaime jumped. "Dios mio, Bart you scared me!"
Bart grinned; they were so close their noses were brushing. Bart's floppy hair was frizzy and static from him rubbing against the plastic slides and his shirt was pulling down giving Jaime a peek of his lean built abdomen. Jaime blushed; he could even smell Bart's shampoo at this proximity.
"Got you," Bart teased. "Am I using these right?"
Jaime looked at Bart for a moment. His eyes were alight with excitement, the flare of the sun made the faint red tones in his hair blaze, Jaime could even see the near-invisible freckles sprinkled along Bart's nose and cheeks. Jaime found himself strangely at a loss for words. Bart was beautiful.
The speedster blinked, looking confused. "What? What am I doing wrong? Am I-Mmmff."
Jaime cut him off, cupping his cheek and kissing him. His lips were soft just like Jaime had imagined and he tasted of Chicken Whizzes they'd shared earlier. Jaime felt his heart race and pulled away quickly, startled by his own boldness. Bart stared at him looking stunned.
"I, um, bought you ice cream," Jaime stammered, pulling out the Popsicles from his other hand. "Or well, not really ice cream I guess, but it's cold and sweet and-"
Bart laughed. "Jaime, you are such a dork."
He grabbed the front of Jaime's shirt and yanked him in for another kiss, letting the frozen treat go forgotten.
