Third person
Hal and Barry sat across from one another in their usual fast food joint. It was quick, cheap, and empty when the two finished a battle with the rest of the Justice League. Both men were trying to keep their relationship on the down low, just until everything with Darkseid blew over.
Barry was munching away on his burger, whilst Hal was picking at his fries. They were making small talk, mostly about the stars in the sky and the rain that was suppose to be rolling in tomorrow, and pecking at their food; well, Hal was anyway. Barry was practically shoveling it in his face; his damn metabolism was so high, and running himself ragged and burning all of those calories doesn't help either.
But Hal was happy to keep his boy fed; if Barry was healthy and happy, well, so was Hal.
About half way during their meal, Hal had something on the side of his face; right on the corner of his mouth.
"Hal," Barry pointed to the corner of his mouth, to mirror Hal had something on his face.
Hal smiled, and grabbed the side of Barry's face. Confused, Barry looked to speak at his idiot boyfriend, but as he did, Hal gently pushed his lips into the corner of Barry's mouth.
Barry flushed, then stood up abruptly.
"You had something on your face!" He exclaimed, flustered.
Hal shrugged.
"I thought you wanted a kiss!"
This made Barry flush harder, and run out of the fast food joint at light speed. Hal ran after him.
"Barry, wait!" He laughed.
But later, when they were back at their apartment, everything was settled. And multiple kisses were given and received.
