snowbaz smut

chapter one

baz-

Come to the party they said, it'll be fun they said, I couldn't help but be pissed as I had to carry Simon , who by the way weighs a fuck ton when he's passed out cold.

Crowley, the only reason i went to that damn party was to make sure Snow wouldn't come back into our room screaming, crying, and wasted all at once. It's happened many times before and I'm always the one who has to clean up his mess and make sure he doesn't throw himself out of the window by accident.

I failed my job dramatically after Snow had chugged down 3 beers in the matter of minutes after running away from me. Now i'm stuck speed walking while carrying him bridal style all the way up to our room after Penny pestered me to be sure he wouldn't try to kill himself proving he was "invincible", again.

simon-

W-what's happening? Where am I? Is- am I being carried by Baz?

baz-

I look down at Snow after hearing a sort of quite mumbling sound to see if he had woken up, and man was that a big mistake.

I look down to see a sleepy Simon Snow, his bronze curls in a complete mess, his half lidded eyes ever so slightly peeking up to meet mine, and a glorious flush covering his cheeks completely. His lips were slightly parted and he looked like an angel even more so than usual.

I suddenly felt the little blood I had flowing in my veins from some mice I drank earlier rushing up to my own cheeks. My knees felt so week at the sight I could hardly keep my stance.

I was practically sprinting to get back to our room now, I hate to admit it, but Snows beautiful face made my teenage hormones run a mile faster. Just have to drop Simon off in his bed so I could go calm myself down.
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We were almost to our room when I heard Simon start to wake up again, but this time Simon moaned out loud, "Baaaaz!"

I almost tripped again, and stared down at him still in my arms, "what!" I say sharply, but only loud enough for him to hear.

Then he gave me a very disappointed look, mumbled something to himself, and threw his arms around by neck. By this point I was completely speechless and more flushed in the face than he was.

He pulled himself up so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face. So close his lips were almost on my touching my cheek, I could practically feel his goofy smile almost pressed on my skin.

Then he whispered into my ear "You're really cute when your not plotting."

Then he rested his head on my shoulder, pressing his warm face into my neck.

What the heck was that?! Should I be pissed that he thinks I'm plotting again or screaming because he called me cute?!

"Whatever," I say in response and stop at our door.

I unlock and open the door as fast as humanly possible with a Simon Snow in their arms, and shut the door just as fast. I gently place the, once again, sleeping Simon on his bed and rush to the bathroom to try and clam myself down from whatever just happened.

That was way too much for one night.