Wash board.
Garfield felt his heart catch in his throat. He had to look away, but how could he. 'Why did he have to be ripped?' he moaned to himself. Bart smiled to himself, seeing the way the changeling was nearly drooling over the older latino. "Hey, Jamie," he called out. "You got any laundry to go with that washboard?" Jamie slapped the speedster with his towel and went back to checking out his face in the mirror. Garfield, finding nothing else to take his attention, he excused himself from the locker room and left the two alone. Jamie sighed and pressed his head against the mirror. "JUST TELL HIM!" Bart blurted out. "You saw how he looked at you." "I can't, I'm afraid. What if we're wrong?" "Spoilers, but I'm not, trust me." Jamie sighed and threw his shirt over his shoulder. He marched through the hallway, finding the younger boy sitting near a window. "Hey, Jamie," he started, hating how his voice caught in his throat. "What's up?" Jamie just stared at him before lifting him up into his arms, crashing his lips against Garfield's. The changeling's shock died off quickly, pulling Jamie in close with one hand, the other raking down the bigger man's washboard abs.
Down the hall, Bart saw them and smiled. He pulled out a locket from under his shirt, clicking it open. Inside was a photo of Garfield and Jamie, holding a young baby girl. The other side had a picture of the baby girl grown up, with a baby herself. "See," he said to the second picture. "It all worked out Mom."