The Big Brilliant Book Of Emon One-Shots

Little Simon

The door swung, and opened without a sound. Soft brown eyes skimmed the room, spotting the red gaming chair turned with it's back to him.
Silently, he shut the door, hearing the familiar ring of music in his ears. Either The Smiths of Sigur Rós, because Ethan knew that whenever Simon wanted to relaxed he'd listen to them.
He moved over to the rocking gaming chair, and smiled to himself. He couldn't possibly live without Simon, because he gave him internal life.
"Hiiii..."
Ethan watched as eyes green and glittery looked up at him. He could stare at them for hours, and he knew Simon could stare back.
"Hello Sweetheart."
Ethan watched as Simon took his hand and dragged him forwards, pulling him down to sit in his lap. Ethan smiled, swinging his legs over the armrest.
"Bae?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we watch some of your little kid videos?"
Simon smiled, and slipped a hand up the back of Ethan's shirt.
"Dunno, are you gonna show me yours?"
"Yeah, alright."
Simon smiled, and moved his left hand to the mouse.
"Oh fuck, I can't use the mouse, I'm not taking my hand out your shirt."
"I'll do it." Ethan sighed, taking the mouse and growling. "Just make sure your hand doesn't move."
Simon licked his lips, and nudged his head into Ethan's shoulder. With a gentle touch, he traced Ethan's back, before kissing at his neck. He watched as Ethan turned the volume down on the music, before moving the mouse around in a search for the videos.
"Click on the folders, Babes."
"I'll show you my folders."
Simon shook his head, and gave a little bubbly giggle.
"Suck me you retard."
"After I've seen your little Simon videos."
Ethan kissed Simon's nose, and pinched his cheeks.
"Just be quite, and let me watch these."

-I felt like ending the day on a small one. Sorry if you don't know who The Smiths or Sigur Rós are, I just felt like referencing them because they're my two favourite bands.-