When Jaime wakes up, he doesn't open his eyes. Not because it's a habit or because he's used to it...but because there's a weight on him and there are kisses being sucked onto his neck.

"I know you're awake." Bart chuckles and Jaime allows himself to grin as he opens his eyes slowly.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" Bart counters before moving down to start sucking and biting a mark onto his shoulder.

"Mm...don't stop."

Jaime's hands wander over Bart's back and waist, his fingers tracing patterns and shapes over the scarred skin as Bart peppers him with kisses.

"You're excited." Bart chuckles and shifts slightly, forcing a moan out of Jaime's lips.

They're laying on the bed in their motel room. They reached California late last night and had checked into a Holiday Inn as soon as they got the chance.

"Don't judge me; every guy has a problem in the morning!" Jaime blushes and moves his hands down to Bart's waist.

"Oh really?" Bart teases and gasps when he's flipped onto his back.

"Yes."

That leads to touches and kisses and some grinding that leaves them both breathless and blushing.

"Jaime?"

"Hm?" Jaime's latched onto Bart's chest, enjoying the way his boyfriend is gasping for breath between moans and squeaks.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Angel."

In this moment, nothing matters.

It doesn't matter that Jaime's going to Stanford. It doesn't matter that Bart still had two years of high school left. It doesn't matter that Jaime's friends have teased him about having a younger boyfriend. It doesn't matter that Bart's friends have made fun of him for being in a steady relationship.

Nothing matters.

Nothing except the fact that Jaime loves Bart with every fiber of his being and Bart returns the feelings with no doubts.

That morning, they don't have sex nor do they fuck. Their room isn't filled with dirty moans and begging cries.

It's filled with gasps and whimpers. It's filled with whispered sweet nothings and clutching fingers that cling to the other's body in passion.

And afterward, Bart doesn't burrow his neck into Jaime's shoulder. They don't bask in their exhaustion.

They spoon and Jaime continues to whisper Spanish words into Bart's ear as his nose nuzzles the redhead's soft hair.

"I'll really miss you." Bart mumbles as Jaime draws shapes on the skin over his heart.

"I'll be around. If missions aren't enough, I'll be around for Thanksgiving, Christmas, New year, spring break, and summer break." Jaime states lovingly.

The Impulse does not need assurance; he needs love.

"I know, Jaime. It just sucks that I won't be able to come to you as often."

"We're going to be fine, Bart. I love you, you love me; we can't break apart."

"You sound so confident."

"I am confident. I'm confident that no one will ever come close to being as perfect as you. You're perfect for me...you're perfect in general. If anything, I'm the one who should be worried."

"Why?"

"With me not around to fend off all those freshmen at your school, who's to say you won't give one of them a try?" Jaime mumbles softly.

"None of them are like you, Jaime. They're all jerks or idiots. You're not. You're smart, sweet, protective...funny, responsible-" Bart is cut off by a gentle kiss.

"Don't forget hot, sexy, and Hispanic." Jaime states with a playful grin.

"There's that too."

Jaime chuckles and sighs contently.

"You're the best."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true. You're the best boyfriend a guy could have."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Jaime's rewarded with a kiss and the Hispanic allows the younger boy to turn in his embrace so that they're facing each other.

They exchange kisses and touches before they're interrupted by the sound of Jaime's phone vibrating on the bedside table.

"Answer it." Bart sighs sadly.

"Ignore it." Jaime counters with a small smile.

"It might be important!"

Bart chuckles when Jaime pecks his earlobe gently.

"It's probably just-"

Jaime's cut off by the sight of Bart crawling over him to grab his cell phone.

"Hello?" the redhead answers with a small smile. "Tim?"

"Tim?" Jaime sits up and leans in close.

"...mission call. we need you and Jaime here ASAP."

"Okay, we'll be there." Bart hangs up and scrambles out of bed with a frown.

"What's wrong?"

"Change; we need to get to the HQ."

"Why?"

"There's a mission."

"Now?"

"Yes! Come on!"

"Cock blockers." Jaime grumbles under his breath before standing up.