A.N. - Some reviews would be nice, so I can see if people are actually liking this story or not, so I know whether to keep posting or to stop bothering. Y'know, if you get the chance :P

The only sounds to be heard in the bedroom were the quiet snores of a sleeping Beast Boy. Bart's eyes fluttered open, as he slowly returned from the realms of his dreams. His green eyes flitted about the room briefly, taking note of his surroundings. He assumed it was late morning, perhaps early afternoon, but he couldn't be certain. It was sometimes difficult to tell in the mountain complex when one couldn't see a clock.

As he gathered his bearings something interesting occurred to the speedster. He had woken up in almost the exact position in which he had fallen asleep. This he found rather odd, as usually he was a restless sleeper, tossing and turning continuously as he slept, but last night he had stayed in one spot all night. What did not stay in one spot you ask? Garfield, that's what. When the two boys had drifted off to sleep, Beast Boy was cuddled tightly to Bart's side as he lay on his back. Now, Impulse was still on his back, however Garfield was sprawled out, lacking any form of grace, basically on top of Bart. The youngest Flash didn't mind much though, and the gentle snores of his green cuddle buddy were actually rather soothing.

He looked at Garfield's sleeping face as it rested on his bare chest and a small smile spread across his face, accompanied by a faint pink tint to his cheeks. The sight was just precious. Simply too adorable for words to express. Even the restless, impatient speedster could have lay there for hours at a time just looking at that sleeping face. So peaceful. Nothing could have ruined that moment.

"Oh crap..." The wave of sudden need crashed over Impulse with a suddenness, and an urgency, that alarmed him.

"Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee so bad! So not crash!"

Despite his urgent need to relieve himself, he knew that there was no way of getting out of bed and to the toilet without waking his sleeping friend. He'd just have to try and move him somehow...

As he began to roll the changeling off of him, Garfield reacted in the absolute opposite way. In his sleep, he moved his hands from their position resting gently on the pale boy's chest to wrap them tightly around his neck, all the while cuddling closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of the speedster's exposed neck.

"That's it, I'm fucked."

Bart knew that now there was absolutely no hope of escape without waking the sleeping boy, and he just couldn't bring himself to disturb Gar when he looked so peaceful. He was just too cute. Too perfect.

"Fuck... Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! I really, really have to go!" Impulse panicked in his head.

"Why isn't he waking up?" He questioned himself. "It's been like, what, an hour since I woke up? What's going on with him... Dammit he's a late sleeper."

"Just don't think about it" he reasoned with himself . "Think about other things. Anything other than pissing. Or water, of any kind. Thinking about water leads to thinking about pissing. I'll just think about other stuff, s'not that hard."

"Wait..." Impulse froze. "Wait... What the fuck is THAT? Why is my neck..? Oh god dammit Gar, you're killing me."

The gentle trickle of saliva rolled down Bart's neck as Beast Boy continued to drool lightly in his sleep while tightening his hold and nuzzling even deeper into the embrace.

At this point it was all becoming a bit too much for Impulse to bare. He was fully convinced that his bladder was about to rupture. This was how he was to meet his end. How humiliating.

As Bart continued to contemplate his untimely death and it's unfortunate cause, Garfield's eyes began to flutter open. The smaller boy let out a yawn, and began to stretch as he regained consciousness after his nights rest. Relief flooded Impulse's system. He was saved. SALVATION! In the next instant he had thrown Garfield off of him and was sprinting to the bathroom, crying back to the startled hero as he ran,
"YOUWOKEUPONYOUROWNICAN'TBEBLAMED"

As Garfield was thrown from his position on top of Impulse at an unreasonable speed, he let out a yelp, hitting the other side of the bed and bouncing right off, landing flat on his arse on the floor, trapped in a tangle of blankets and limbs.

Beast Boy's confusion as to what the fuck just happened to him quickly disappeared as he heard the sounds of Bart pissing coming from the open door to his bathroom. Now he understood why he was on the floor, but that didn't make his landing any less unpleasant.

Once he had finished relieving his aching bladder, Bart re-entered the bedroom, still naked, to see Gar still caught up in his knot of blankets and naked limbs on the floor. He knew he probably shouldn't, but that didn't mean he had any control over it. he erupted into fits of laughter, eyes tearing, as he looked at the pouting changeling on the floor.

Bart's laughter spurred Garfield to try to defend his position in some way. He had his pride dammit!

"THIS wouldn't have happened if you didn't fling me from the bed, you ass!" he accused, desperately trying to sound serious. He failed. The speedster chuckled in response, wiping tears from his eyes, "Well, dude, I wouldn't have had to of you hadn't become the drooling cuddle monster when I needed to pee!" he countered easily.

The red that flushed to Garfield's face was unmistakable.

"... Was I drooling that badly...?" he questioned through his embarrassment.

"Ahh, yeah! My neck was wetter than the Nile!"

Beast Boy facepalmed in shame, flopping back onto the floor, attempting to hide in his blankets. This only succeeded in inviting Bart to jump on him, wrestle the blankets from his face and plant a big hiss on his green lips. I guess that's better than hiding though.

They lay there on the floor, wrapped in the blankets, sharing that kiss for a long time, before eventually deciding that Bart should probably get dressed and go before anybody came looking for either of them.

"Meet you in the kitchen for breakfast?" Impulse winked at his shorter playmate.

"You bet!"

Beast Boy walked the young Flash to his door, where the cheeky time traveller stole another kiss, and gave a light peck to his nose.

"You make the cutest face whenever I do that" he clarified, before disappearing in a blur.

"Noted" Gar muttered through a small smile.

"He woke me up by throwing me on my ass, and still it feels like it was a perfect night" he thought to himself, leaning back against his closed door, sighing with satisfaction.