Kon and Bart were going to have sex tonight.

That was their plan. It was in the schedule. Right after dinner and ice cream and right before Wendy the Werewolf Stalker. Tonight was going to be the night. The turning point of their relationship. Surprisingly, they'd carefully planned everything so nothing would go wrong.

And, of course, everything did.

It started with Robin and an impromptu meeting. Which lasted forever. But it *was* a pretty important meeting, at least that's what Robin had said when he'd lectured everyone into the meeting room.

Kon had groaned when Robin announced the topic. "And Red Tornado said that our cable bills have been too high. So in order to conserve energy..."

And Bart would have groaned if he'd been listening, but rather didn't tune into the conversation until later. Robin had been talking non-stop for a good twenty minutes. "And S.E.T.I. has gotten numerous calls about space sighting. So, Bart, no taking 'The Max' out for joy rides."

And since this came out of nowhere for Bart he'd replied the best way he knew how: Ignoring it was ever said. Though Cissie was nice enough to defend him, even if she was just a guest at the meeting. "Then Kon and Cassie shouldn't be able to fly around all of a sudden, and we shouldn't be able to use the supercycle outside of emergencies!"

And that had caused something of a riot.

Which had taken even longer. And it was sort of Kon's fault, cause he didn't want to let it drop. Heck, he'd probably have argued with Rob over what color shoelaces Young Justice should wear if it meant he got to argue with Rob. So there went dinner on their list.

Which was kind of a problem. Kon and Bart were both rather big on eating. So, they thought to compensate with ice cream. Only to discover that Wonder Girl had finished off the ice cream right before the meeting.

Thus started the great hunt for ice cream.

They'd split up, both heading to their favorite ice-cream haunts. The problem with that was that while Kon had his favorite place in the little city of Makawao, Maui, Bart had...

Well Bart had over thirty different favorite places. All in different states.

Which normally would have been a problem... if they were still open. But, being that Robin and Cissie and Kon had argued for the better part of the day, afternoon, and evening, most were closed or closing by now.

And Bart wasn't coming home until he found ice cream. Now Kon, he was in luck. Hawaii was six hours behind the east coast and his favorite shop was still open when he'd gotten there.

Kon had simply run into the conundrum of how to get the ice cream back before it melted without getting it all over himself. He managed to grab some milk shakes, which was the simplest thing. Which only left the daunting task of trying to find Bart over the free world.

Time was running out. If he could find Bart, and then they could crash and relax, then maybe they could get back to their schedule. But that was not to be. By the time Kon found Bart-- halfway through Delaware-- the milkshakes were fairly warm. And not nearly bizarre enough for Bart. Thus, the headache Kon had was not ice cream inspired.

They'd debated their options of going back to Hawaii once more, when they decided while it may be more expensive, it was far more easy to find a 24 hour supermarket and buy ice cream there.

They would have thought of it earlier... but they weren't that smart.

Or really, it might just be that their intellect was not quite as fast as they were. And it had trouble catching up.

So, they went to the supermarket. Got too much ice cream, spent too much money, and ended up scarfing in the kitchen, making complete pigs of themselves, very contently. At least until everyone somehow, magically, realized there was free ice cream in the kitchen. After all, Secret had been passing through to go down to the gym, and most likely she had run into Cassie, who was sure to tell Cissie, who couldn't help telling Robin, who was supposed to be back in Gotham by now.

"Don't touch it!" Kon told Cassie warningly. Wonder Girl hovered in the air across from him. She glared in response.

Tim had the vanilla open and he and Cissie were sharing it.

"Um..." Bart tried. "You know, we bought that ourselves. Hard earned... allowance." He looked at Kon imploringly.

Kon frowned, unhappy at this sudden turn of events. Couldn't two guys get a moment's privacy in this damned place! The obvious answer to that was, of course, no. So, Kon tried to steal the ice cream from Tim. Which allowed Cassie to steal the chocolate. And *that* became a battle.

She might have taken his side during the argument, but she stole his chocolate ice cream. And then she stole the whipped cream, which meant every teenaged superhero for himself! And in the end, there would have been more ice cream left over, if they could only learn to share.

However, it did lead into the interesting prospect of showering.

Problem with that was the fact that Tim also had to take a shower. Which lead away from the erotic into the completely uncomfortable. Bart had showered and changed in record time. While Tim and Kon had to shower thoroughly (both wondering how ice cream had gotten under their costumes exactly) in awkward silence.

"So..."

"I'm showering here, man." Kon started to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

"How long have you guys been together?"

Kon's eyes flew open. He winced, shampoo stung thank you very much. He quirked an eyebrow in Tim's direction. No use in denying it. "A while now."

"You could have told me."

"Oh yeah," Kon retorted, "I drop a line to all my ex's."

"I'm more than just your ex, Kon," Tim replied quietly. "I'm your friend."

"How long have you known?"

"Not long," Tim admitted. "I wasn't sure."

Tim trailed off, locking his gaze with Kon's as the water pounding down around them.

"So..."

"So."

"Have you told Cissie how madly in love with her you are yet?" Kon asked coldly.

"This has nothing to do with Cissie."

"And this has nothing to do with Bart," Kon shot back.

"Right! This is about us."

Kon flipped his head back, and grabbed a towel. "There is no us, Rob."

"I'm not sure there ever was Kon."

Kon's face went still, his breathing came to a halt.

Tim reached out, his hand locking onto Kon's slippery shoulder. "I'm sorry. That was a lie."

"Yeah, it was." Kon replied quietly. He walked out of the shower area, without so much as a glance backwards.

The meeting with Rob definitely put a damper on his already down mood, so much so that Kon didn't feel particularly motivated to go and find his boy. Mostly, because, he didn't feel like explaining to Bart what had happened.

He should have known this day was going to turn bad when his J-Lo CD had skipped four times, then the batteries on his walkman had run out. There were two saving graces on his list, however, considering that he would need to find Bart for one, he opted for the other. He fell onto the plush couch with a content sigh and clicked on the television.

Wendy the Werewolf Stalker was on. Which meant he and Bart had missed their window of opportunity. Kon chuckled to himself. There would be no more planning. Spontaneity only. Because planning, apparently, was not their strong suit.

Just past the credits, Bart jumped over the back of the couch and plopped down next to Kon. He was slowly getting into the show, but... werewolves! Why didn't they use something scarier? Werewolves just seemed too tacky.

He removed a small plastic bag out from his pocket, and started picking through the assortment of jellybeans.

Kon reached out and grabbed a cotton candy jellybean from the bag. He tried to focus on the show, not really wanting to talk. But it was hard to focus on werewolves. Seriously, could they have thought of something scarier? Not that Kon was really focusing on the werewolves to begin with, but seeing zippers did not help the suspension of disbelief. It wasn't until the show went to commercial, that he realized Bart was staring at him.

"What?" he asked, popping another pink jellybean.

"It's Wendy," Bart stated. He dug through the bag for a peppermint jellybean.

"What about Wendy?" Kon replied as he reached for the bag. He stopped, seeing the pink jellybean in Bart's hand. "Oooh cotton candy. Gimme?"

Bart shook his head. "It's peppermint," he insisted, and popped it in his mouth. The pink jellybean devoured, Bart popped another jellybean into his mouth. Damnit, not chocolate, coffee. "Wasn't something supposed to, you know, happen before Wendy?"

"Yeah. But I've been thinking that... maybe it shouldn't." He leaned over and attempted to grab another jellybean out of Bart's hand. The jellybean was in Bart's other hand instantly. Kon frowned. "Hey."

Bart popped it in his mouth, and then to Kon's stare added, "It was bubblegum. You don't like those ones anyway." He paused considering Kon's last statement. "So... we're waiting right?"

Kon nodded. Then turned his attention back to the television, liberating another jellybean in the process.

A minute later, Bart tapped him on the shoulder. "It wasn't me right?"

Kon smiled to himself. "It definitely wasn't you." He twisted around and lay down, his head in Bart's lap. "I just think maybe it isn't time yet."

"Okay, I was just checking."

Kon laughed slightly. Suddenly, he felt a slight weight atop his head. He rolled his eyes to look upwards. Yep, Bart had definitely put the jellybean bag on his forehead.

"Bart," Kon said calmly. "I believe you placed that bag on my head."

"Yep."

"I believe, according to the rules of the infamous Jellybean War Compact of 19...something, that the jelly beans are now mine." Kon smiled. Because while there was, obviously, no Jellybean Wars he felt very creative for having thought them up.

Bart wrinkled his face in confusion, but continued picking through the tiny plastic bag undaunted. "There is no Jellybean Compact War. You're just making that up." He held a red jellybean above Kon's mouth.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Kon opened his mouth and waited for Bart to feed him the red jellybean. Bart let it drop gently, however almost as soon as it was in his mouth, Kon made a face. "Uck. That was cinnamon." In a swift motion, he grabbed the jellybean bag, sat upright, and started hunting through the plastic container for the good type. Triumphant in his quest, he held up a pink jellybean.

"Woo hoo! Cotton Candy, baby!" And Kon held up the jellybean for all to see.

Bart squinted at it, with narrow eyes. "That's peppermint!" he insisted.

"You just want it for yourself." Kon objected. "I can tell."

"Yep. Now give. Peppermint should not be wasted."

"It's cotton candy I tell you!" Kon held the jellybean in the sir. His arm's reach much longer than Bart's.

And of course, the fact that he was starting to hover had nothing to do with it. Bart pouted at the unfairness of it all. Bart looked at Kon, hovering slightly off the couch. He frowned as Kon crowed in triumph. And he did the only thing he could think of to get the jellybean.

He tickled Kon.

"Stop!" The kid choked in between involuntary laughs. "So not freakin' fair!"

"Jellybean?" Bart prompted holding out his hand.

"Never!" Kon shouted as he squirmed away from Bart.

Bart looked up towards the ceiling. "That is not fair."

"There's other jellybeans in the bag," Kon insisted.

"That's the last peppermint one!"

"It's Cotton Candy!" Kon shouted.

"Peppermint," Bart insisted as his too-fast-to-be-seen hands scurried across Kon's torso.

Kon held up his hand in supplication as he floated back down to the couch. Bart watched him suspiciously. When Kon finally got his laughing under control, much to Bart's outrage, he popped the jellybean into his own mouth.

"But!" Bat protested too late.

Kon chewed for a second and then his face pinched up. "Ew."

"HA! Told you so!"

"I hate peppermint," Kon said with a pout.

"Told you. What a waste."

"You can stop tickling me now, you know."

"Yeah, you're right. What a waste," Bart lamented.

Kon stuck out his tongue in disgust. "Bleh," he commented.

Bart smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "We can get more tomorrow."

"Can't see how you like the peppermint ones."

"Remind me of Christmas."

Kon looked at Bart carefully. He leaned into the speedster, kissing him softly on the lips. Bart opened his mouth under the slight pressure and Kon slipped his tongue in.

He pulled away reluctantly, after a few minutes. "Yeah, I can see that," he whispered.

Bart smiled impishly. "Should have peppermint more often."

"Why peppermint?" broke in another voice, which was soon followed by an jubilant exclamation of "Jellybeans!"

Bart and Kon looked over at the door. Bart frowned unhappily. Kon muttered something unprintable. The rest of Young Justice piled into the room in the great Jellybean Hunt.

First, the ice cream... now this! Kon swiped a purple jean bean from Cassie. "I won these fair and square."

"Where?" she asked grabbing another few out of the bag.

"The Great Jellybean War," Bart supplied.

"There is no such thing as a Jellybean War," Cissie replied as she snagged a blue one.

"There will be," Kon warned. "Unless you lay off the good types!"

Cassie rolled her eyes, "And how are we supposed to know what the good kind are, hmmm?"

"Cassie." Kon warned, his voice dark and edgy.

"It's not as if they have labels or anything." Cassie grabbed a pink one that looked suspiciously like cotton candy and popped it into her mouth.

At which point Kon just snapped. He swiped the bag from her hand. "God, you can be so annoying sometimes."

Cassie gave him a look of pure anger. "Is that so?"

Bart and Cissie fidgeted nervously.

"Yeah, it is." Kon folded his arms.

"I see." Cassie seemed on the verge of homicide.

Cissie latched onto Bart's arm and began tugging him towards the door. But Bart didn't seem to want to move. He watched with wide eyes as the shouting match continued.

"You always just burst in here and think you can do whatever you like!"

"Like you should talk!"

"Bart," Cissie whispered into his ear, "c'mon, let's go."

"Oh yeah?!?"

"Yeah Kon!"

"Oh good lord," Cissie sighed.

Bart sighed. This day had not turned out like he'd planned.

"What is your problem anyway," Cass insisted. "It's not like they're even your jellybeans?"

"It isn't about the jellybeans any more. It's about you being a pushy know it all."

"Excuse me! It's better than being a hot heade--"

"STOP!"

"I..." Cass trailed away.

"Ooops." Kon winced.

"Bart, you're my hero." Cissie beamed at him. She threw hers arms around his neck. She turned to the two fighting metas. "Are you ready to behave now?" she chastised. "Or does Bart have to get down and dirty."

Kon and Cass tried. They really did. They looked at each other, half stunned, half... they started laughing. Very loudly.

Cissie sighed. "They're so mean," she muttered under her breath.

Bart frowned more. This *was not* funny.

The door opened and Tim walked in. He froze, staring at the laughing pair. "I thought... could've sworn I heard them yelling."

"Oh you did," Kon affirmed.

"But-- but--" Cass tried to speak between chuckles, "Bart laid the smack down on us."

Bart's eyes narrowed.

"Oh you shoulda seen it," Kon continued.

"Yep, totally," Cass agreed. "You wouldn't have believed it."

"Bart?" Even with the mask on Tim looked so confused.

"It was actually impressive." Cissie patted Bart on the back.

"Until they started laughing," Bart clarified.

"If you saw the expression on your face though, man!"

Kon was so not helping the situation.

"Uh huh." Bart did not look happy.

"I see." Tim set his mouth in a straight line.

Cass and Kon exchanged looks and then turned their attention back to Rob. "You so had to be there," Cass proclaimed.

"I was here," Cissie defended. "It wasn't funny."

"Yeah," Bart said trying to muster some attitude.

"Bart," Kon grinned at him. "Come on! You *know* it was funny."

Tim just shook his head. Kon and Cass could be so clueless sometimes.

Bart snagged the jellybeans. He turned to Tim and Cissie who seemed to be the only sympathetic souls, and held the bag out for them to dig in.

Cassie stopped laughing. Or smiling. She just stared mournfully at the jellybeans.

"Okay, then." Kon sighed.

Kon turned to Cass. "Shall we?" he held out an arm.

Cass took it, despite the fact she was confused. "But of course."

Kon floated up, allowing Cass a moment to get her bearings. "Jellybean ahoy!" And he flew off, Cass right beside him.

Bart harrumphed. Most vocally in fact.

Tim shook his head. Kon could be such a child.

Cissie put her face in her hands. And she sighed.

Bart was simply put out. Even the fact he was holding the jellybeans didn't help.

At a loss of what to do, Tim and Cissie exchanged looked and shrugged. They left a pouty Bart sitting on couch watching the credits of Wendy roll. As he ate non-Peppermint jellybean, after non Peppermint jellybean, his mood darkened.

Cherub was a re-run. That was the melted whipped cream on the already disappointing day. Rob and Cissie had left, having to go on patrol and home, respectively. Bart should have headed home, but he told Max and Helen he was crashing here.

With SB.

And Bart couldn't decide if he was happy or sad that Kon wasn't here at the moment. The television programming flickered from the news to a late night movie, all without reaction.

He should leave; after all, Kon had left.

But instead, he stayed, until he finally curled up on the sofa, commercials lulling him to sleep.

"Are you sure about this Cass?"

"Are you sure you were a jerk, Kon?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm sure."

"Go," she commanded gently, as they landed on the lawn outside the HQ. She pushed the small package at his chest. They'd spent a good amount of time searching for it. "And good luck," she admonished before flying off.

Kon looked at the door, intent on walking in, but his feet just weren't moving, damnit.

He was going to apologize. He *wanted* to apologize. It just... went against the grain. Kon wasn't the type to apologize. For anything. He wasn't sure how to go about this, what to say.

Or even how pissed Bart was.

And standing outside, looking at the door, wasn't helping one bit. Should he just go in and apologize. Should he give Bart the gift, before or after, wait for Bart to bring it up... oh this was too damn confusing.

He needed to get this over with. Apologize and win back favor. Or something like that. He'd been too focused on the gift to listen to Cassie completely. Taking a deep breath Kon walked into the room with a hopeful grin plastered onto his face.

He stepped nervously into the room, clutching the present but not too tightly. The lights were off but the flickering rhythms of the TV illuminated the room. "Bart?" He looked around for the young speedster.

There was silence, and a late night horror film in return. He became a little more nervous. He walked further into the room and tried again. "Bart?"

There was still silence and the creepy background music. Kon moved to the couch to sit down in rejection. He had almost plopped onto the end of the couch when the blanket stirred. Kon arched an eyebrow and leaned closer to the blanket. Over the din of overdramatic piano he could hear soft even breathing. Kon lifted the blanket up and saw Bart curled up asleep on the couch.

Kon smiled to himself, as he pulled the blanket back to rest on Bart's waist. Bart was hugging himself in his sleep, his brow furrowed. Yep, Bart was still upset with him. Kon bent down in front of the sleeping boy. He untucked Bart's arms slowly, carefully not to wake him, and slipped the present into them. Bart hugged the gift lazily. Kon pulled the blanket back up to Bart's chin.

Sighing to himself Kon took the remote and plopped into a nearby recliner. He'd just wait for Bart to wake up and then they'd talk. And he'd apologize. And beg forgiveness. And all that.

And he waited. And waited. And waited. The horror movie ended, the good guys won, proceed directly to roll credits. The names scrolled on the screen and Kon didn't even see them. He yawned loudly, and channel surfed through the infomercials.

During the middle of the Super Duper Pressure Cooker, he fell asleep, following Bart into never-never land.

Bart awoke to a televangelist shouting out the way to salvation, which wasn't the best way to wake up on a Sunday morning. Yawning, he sat up, intending to look for the remote when he noticed the gift he was clutching. Then, he noticed Kon's soft snores from the recliner.

Despite his formerly bad mood, he smiled and set to work on tearing off the wrapping. As he opened the box, he smiled. He resisted the temptation to hug tackle Kon. He dashed off, coming back with a small candy bag of his own.

Kon stirred awake as the televangelist screamed for release from sin. He squinted at the television. Grumbling, he looked around for the remote and met Bart's eyes. Bart smiled and Kon felt relief flood through him.

Bart tossed the small bag to his friend. "Here, gift."

Kon looked at it, a bit skeptically. Bart seemed to be genuinely happy and not a bit like last night. Still, though... "It's not going to blow up in my face is it?"

"Nope." Bart shook his head. Kon shook the box carefully, hoping that the thudding sounds would reveal the gift to him.

"Open it." Bart ordered. He didn't have to tell Kon twice. Actually, the present was unwrapped before Bart had finished saying, 'Open."

Kon looked down at the unwrapped gift and laughed. He ruffled Bart's hair affectionately. "You're crazy, you know that?" He lifted the bag and untied it, holding it open for Bart to take some candy. Bart wrinkled his nose in disapproval, as expected. "Why did you buy me a gift anyway?"

"Well, you bought me one, so I figured I'd get you something to say 'Thank you.'"

"Well, okay." Kon popped a bit of candy into his mouth. "But I bought you a present because I was a jerk. You don't have to thank me for apologizing."

Bart shrugged. "Too late. Besides, we were out of jellybeans anyway."

"I'm not surprised," Kon grinned. He popped a piece of candy into Bart's mouth.

"You're welcome."

He planted a kiss on Bart's cheek. "You forgive me?"

Bart smiled, which meant of course.

And the television evangelist shouted, "Praise Jesus!"

"So... uh... what do you want to do now?" Kon gave Bart a lopsided smile.

Bart looked at the bag of peppermint jellybeans. Kon looked at the bag of cotton candy ones. They looked at each other. They smiled. The decision was unanimous. The first jellybean flew across the room, smacking Bart in the middle of the forehead. Bart would have moved out of the way had he not been occupied by tossing his first jellybean at Kon's nose.

The opening shots had been fired, so of course, this meant war.

Such a tragic lost of jellybeans too. But you know what? It was kinda worth it.

The jellybeans flew. The competitors ducked, ran, or flew out of the way, but still the small pellet like candies found their way to their targets.

And even to the other innocent bystanders like the rest of the team, who were wondering why Bart and Kon were being so stingy before if they were just going to throw the damn things around the room.

Robin cleared his throat, quite loudly.

Kon and Bart stopped immediately, frozen in contorted about-to-run positions. Two jellybeans slammed into Bart's nose. One harmlessly bounced off Kon's chest. Both boys managed weak smiles in Tim's direction.

"Put. The. Jellybeans. Down."

And: Whomp! The jellybeans fell to the floor looking as harmless as the moment they were bought. Tim turned to shrug and sigh at Cissie and Cassie who were watching pretty much dumbfounded. 'Why me?' he thought. "Okay, let's start cleaning up now and then we'll get down to our next meeting."

Bart and Kon rolled their eyes.

"What's this one about?" Cassie groaned.

"Water conservation," Tim said. "So, c'mon Bart, Kon, let's get a move on." And by the time Tim had turned around, the jellybeans had been cleaned and Superboy and Impulse were gone.

"Figures," Tim sighed.

"Oh don't be so irritable," Cassie put an arm around Tim's shoulder. "I mean, they're cute. Y'know? And it could be worse."

"How?" Tim asked, even though he knew he'd hate the answer.

"They could be having sex."

"Cass," Tim looked her straight in the eye. "Don't *ever* say that again."

"But--"

"Never. Ever again."

"I was just--"

"Drop it."

"Only if you stop these stupid meetings."

"Deal."

And that's how Bart and Kon and the Great Jellybean War got everyone two hours a week free from YJ meetings.

Wait. Sorry. And that's how Bart and Kon didn't have sex. Period.

~stories~