The Melon-Head Boy -a Simdil fanfiction-

Chapter twelve: Gentle (Smut)

(A/N: Before the chapter starts, I just want to say thank you. Yesterday, about 150 people had read this story, now 314?! Holy shit!

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P.S. This is my first time writing smut, don't judge me bc it sucks :P)

Disclaimer: This chapter contains smut/fluff. If you're not comfortable with that, just skip it.

-Martin's POV-

It's friday and my parent's wedding day, so they both will be staying at a hotel tonight and won't come home for two days.

I walk up to Simon, who's standing by his locker.

"Hey," I say in a condfident voice. Simon looks up at me, a bunch of books in his arms.

"Hi," he smiles. I lean down a kiss him quickly. His cheeks turn pink and his brown eyes sparkle.

"Wanna come over to my place today?"

"Sure," he smiles.

The rest of the day just flies away. Me and Simon worked together in Chemistry, ate lunch together and got to be on the same team in P.E.

On one of the 5 minute breaks between classes , Baki comes up to me and Simon.

"Hey, Martin, what's up with your friend Double?" he asks.

"Well... Are you gay?" I respond.

"Yeah"

"So is he," I say and he blushes, nodding. We all walk to the next class.

When the final bell rings, all the students cheers and walk out of the classroom. One of our teachers stands by the door, handing out homework. I grab a paper and meet Simon in the hall.

"Ready to go?" I smile.

"Yeah!" he says, excited. I place my hand on his lower back and start walking.

Double walk up to us as we walk. His eyes are glowing with excitement.

"Baki just gave me his freaking number!" he yelps. "It's fucking on!" We high-five and he disappears in to the crowd.

~ts~

We step out of my car and walk towards my house. I unlock the door and he walk in, me holding the door open.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, looking at him.

"Nah, what 'bout you?"

"I'm good. Wanna go upstairs?"

"Sure." he says and we walk up to my room. It's actually clean for the first time in a year. Simon looks around for a second, exploring the room with his eyes. I carefully watch him, amazed by his pureness. He looks up at me and carefully takes my hand and leads me towards my bed.

We both sit on the bed, looking at each other. His face has an expression I can't read. He presses his lips together, like he's not sure about something. He then places his hand on my chest and slowly starts pushing me down on the bed. He bites his lower lip. Every move he makes, he does sowly. Like he's showing me everything he does while he's doing it. I'm not sure if it's for me or for him.

I put my legs on the bed, now fully laying down on the bed, I leaning on my elbows so I can see him. A flash of insecurement shows in his eyes as he, just as careful as before, climbs on top of me. He leans down and carefully kisses me, his lips slightly trembling. I kiss back immediatelly. Another kiss. And another, follwed by one more. His kisses slowly turn more confident and I feel him starting to relax on top of me. I sit up, him still on top of me. I start taking more control, placing my hands on his waist. We kiss again. And again... And again.