#i dont even think the main point of this drabble was to decorate the cookies

[paintingwithdarkness]

Cookies & BluePulse please 😊😊😊

Cookies

“Cariño, stop eating all the frosting or we’re not gonna have any for the cookies!” Jaime lightly chastised his boyfriend, watching as he squirted yet another glob of heavily dyed icing into his mouth.

Bart’s tongue was already stained green, and the tube, which had been brand new when they’d started was already half gone. Jaime snatched it from him and set it down on the counter.

“Aww,” Bart complained, “but the cookies are taking forever!”

Jaime glanced over to the little oven where a sheet of cookies was baking. He and Bart had decided to go with a homemade sugar cookie dough and had already made quite a mess of the kitchen, without Bart adding frosting to the mix. Both of them were covered in flour, and Jaime’s hands were still coated in a thin layer of grease from kneading the butter into their dough. Even with soap, he hadn’t been able to get all of the residue off. Not to mention the eggs Bart had cracked a little too hard against the counter. Jaime could see the runny yolks they’d failed to clean up trying to drip down onto the floor. The dough-covered Christmas themed cookie cutters they’d used were piled up in the sink.

Jaime watched as Bart reached for the tube of red icing and quickly grabbed him by the wrist before he could pick it up.

Bart whined again. “I’m hungry, Babe!”

“Then eat some of the left over M&Ms,” Jaime sighed. “The colors all taste the same.”

Bart scowled and mumbled something under his breath Jaime couldn’t quite catch, but snatched up the bag of leftover M&Ms and began snacking. He and Jaime had sorted out all of the M&Ms by color and decided that certain ones they probably wouldn’t end up using. An array of candy sat on the counter, all sorted out into bowls lined up next to the tubes of frosting.

Jaime kept a close eye on his boyfriend, making sure he didn’t steal anymore candy or icing he wasn’t supposed to. He knew how fast Bart could be (he was a speedster after all) and knew that even a second’s glance away could mean another tube of icing would go missing. There would be no point to even waiting for the cookies to finish baking if Bart ate up all of the decorations first.

Jaime spared a quick look at the oven timer. The cookies still had three minutes left, and then they needed time to cool. Surely he could keep his boyfriend in line for that much longer...

“Bart!” Jaime exclaimed, turning back around and catching the speedster with the tube of red frosting in hand. He snatched it away with a pointed look.

Bart tossed his head and groaned. “The cookies are taking forever and there’s nothing else to eat!”

Just then, an idea popped into Jaime’s head. He smirked. “Are you sure?” He stepped around the kitchen island to grab Bart by the hips, pressing the speedster’s lower back into the cool edge of the countertop. It wasn’t too often that Jaime was the one to initiate intimacy in their relationship, but he figured if he could keep Bart occupied while waiting for the cookies, and get a little pleasure out of it himself, then why not?

Jaime connected their lips, scrunching his nose up at the taste of pure sugar. Bart had eaten nothing but half a tube of frosting and candy for the past hour and it was all Jaime could taste. He loved Bart, and he especially loved kissing Bart, but the sweetness overload was too much. He pulled away and wiped at his mouth.

Bart gave him a confused look.

“Sorry, Cariño,” Jaime apologized. “But you taste like pure sugar.”

Bart laughed a little, draping an arm around Jaime’s shoulders. “Maybe if you had some of the frosting too it wouldn’t be so bad?” He reached behind him with the arm that wasn’t around Jaime’s neck, grabbing a tube of icing and twisted the cap off with his thumb.

Jaime removed a hand from his boyfriend’s waist and leaned forward to grab the tube. The move pressed them chest to chest. “Don’t even think about it,” Jaime growled at him playfully. He leaned up to press a kiss to the side of Bart’s neck. Bart tipped his head, accommodating him.

Jaime lightly trailed kisses down Bart’s neck to the collar of his shirt, and then sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat, dragging a pleased hum from the speedster’s chest. He traced up the other side of Bart’s pale neck and then across his jawline, ending with a teasing peck to the corner of his mouth. Bart whined in response and threaded his fingers through Jaime’s short-cropped hair, dragging him in for a real kiss.

This time, Jaime was prepared for the sickening sweetness. He closed his eyes as his lips moved with Bart’s, slowly getting used to the flavor. Vanilla, masked by the bitter taste of artificial dyes, chocolate, sugar plum and peppermint all danced over Jaime’s tongue as Bart coaxed his mouth open, deepening the kiss. Pretty soon, Jaime couldn’t differentiate between the taste of Bart’s mouth and his own.

As they kissed, Jaime’s hands slowly wandered across his boyfriend’s muscular, yet trim torso, appreciating the faint outlines of Bart’s developing six-pack, his powerful hips, strong thighs, and taut ass. Bart’s own seemed content to trace over the broad lines of Jaime’s back and shoulders, fingertips teasing at the protrusion of the Scarab’s shell beneath his shirt.

[Jaime Reyes] He tried to block out the disembodied voice in his head. Khaji Da always seemed to butt in at the worst times. Jaime was more than content to continue making out with his boyfriend without the distraction.

[Jaime Reyes, the Christmas confections are burning.]

He whined into Bart’s mouth as the speedster’s hands trailed under the front of his shirt, thumbs teasing down his David lines until hooking in the waistband of his jeans. Reluctantly, he broke away from Bart with a gasp for breath.

“Later,” Jaime panted. “We gotta decorate the cookies first.”

“Is that a promise?” Bart asked with a leer.

Jaime grined back at him as he slipped a pair of oven mitts on. “Depends on whether you want a Silent Night or want to jingle some bells?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

Bart shook his head at the innuendo. Jaime was witty and sarcastic, and his favorite type of flirting tended to include plays on words. Exchanging dirty puns with Bart was just a natural part of their relationship.

Jaime set the tray of cookies down on the counter. Khaji Da had warned him, and the batch had come out a little browner than Jaime would have liked, but the frosting and candy would do a good enough job masking the taste, so he wasn’t too concerned. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and placed them on the counter, one in front of himself and one in front of his boyfriend.

For the next hour, they decorated the cookies, spreading green icing on Christmas trees and wreaths and dotting gingerbread men with varying colored M&M eyes. While they worked, Jaime played Christmas music on his phone in the background, quietly enough that he could still talk to his boyfriend.

“Which one are you going to leave for Santa?” Jaime asked as he put the final touches on his last cookie. He’d already picked out a reindeer shaped treat he’d decorated to leave for the big man in red.

“Santa?” Bart scoffed. “There’s no way a dude in a sleigh loaded down with tons of presents and relying on the power of magic reindeer can make it around the world in a single night.”

“You can literally run at the speed of light,” Jaime pointed out.

Bart crossed his arms. “You mean to tell me that Grandpa Barry has been Santa this whole time?”

Jaime chuckled. “He does wear a red suit. Plus, it explains why he can eat the millions of Christmas cookies and leave only crumbs at each child’s house.”

Bart shook his head.

Jaime laughed and gave him a kiss to placate him. “Don’t ruin the magic for me, Cariño.”

Bart slumped down in his chair, but set aside a cookie nonetheless. “The only people qualified for magic are Dr. Fate and Zatanna. I don’t think an old, fat man who breaks into houses should be granted those same privledges.”

Jaime slugged Bart in the bicep playfully. “You’re such a Scrooge!” He complained laughingly.

“Us speedsters are men of science,” Bart defended with a shrug. He got up and took the plate with his and Jaime’s cookies for Santa over to set on the mantle above their fireplace. He took a second to admire the tree he and Jaime had decorated on the first of December and then returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess. As he passed by the counter, Jaime tugged him down into his lap with an insistent kiss.

Jaime smiled when he felt his boyfriend kiss back and adjusted his position so that Bart could properly straddle his lap.

“I think the Christmas packages arrived early,” Bart whispered into Jaime’s ear suggestively, as he ground down against him.

Jaime placed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind Bart’s ear before replying back, “Maybe we should take them to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Bart turned his head to give Jaime a quick kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a Merry Christmas to me.”

Jaime kissed his boyfriend one more time before standing up from his chair to carry Bart down the hallway to their bedroom. The mess in the kitchen could wait. Right now, all he wanted was to be a ho ho ho for the love of his life.

Merry Christmas @lifewhyyoudothisquestionmark! Hope you enjoy this 🎄🎁

I think you’re rubbing off on me with all of these jokes. My writing never used to be like this. Oh well. I’ll blame you and my terrible sleep schedule for this monstrosity 😂