Simon Says...

David sat by his kitchen island, catching up on his social media, all the while waiting for the oven to finish cooking the lasagna he prepared for the picnic. He and his fellow judges - Alesha, Amanda, and his beloved Simon ;), as well as Ant and Dec, and Stephen, decided to do some bonding after another successful series of BGT.

David couldn't help but smile fondly at the pictures of him and Simon posted all over Twitter by fans gushing over their on-screen relationship. 'Oh, if only they knew...' cheekily thought David, remembering the last time the music mogul and him spent time together.

Flashback:

"What do you think, Simon?"

Simon turned around before quickly hiding his face into his hands, clearly embarrassed. "God, no. Not that; it's completely hideous," the man groaned.

David just laughed, happy he got the response he wanted from the older man. Still, he continued to wind him up, just a little bit longer. "You're sure? I think I could really pull this off, give even Amanda 'More Nipples, The Better' Holden a run for her money,"

Despite the embarrassment, Simon couldn't help but chuckle. "Trust me, Sweetheart, I rather been seen with you wearing her gowns, than you wear that."

David blushed. They may be on holiday in the Mediterranean, but normally the pet names stay within the confines of trusted company like that of the girls and lads. After all, despite his camp persona, David was a private and shy person. Filled with a great sense of joy - but trying to play it off like it was no big deal that Simon said something really sweet (okay, okay, semi-sweet) - he shrugged his shoulders as if to say "whatever" and put the fashionably offending piece of cloth back where he found it.

"It wouldn't had gone with my heels anyway," David stated with a straight face as he began making his way to the front of the little beachfront shop.

Simon actually managed to choke on air. "I'll get you for that, Walliams," he said, catching up with the younger judge. An evil grin was plastered over his handsome face.

David wasn't afraid though: quite the opposite actually. He simply winked back at the man before replying, "I cannot wait, my Si,"

Present:

David let out a giggle. He loved winding his man up! It was just too fun sometimes. It even turns Mr. Nasty on, gets him all hot and bothered because it gives him an excuse to remind David who he's messing with and -

Ding!

The noise spooked him. "Oh, what!?" David exclaimed before he remembered the oven, "Yay! The lasagna's done!" He went over to the oven, cutting the power before popping on some oven mitts and opening the oven door. Viewing at his lovely creation, David was quite pleased with himself. 'Eat your heart out Gordon Ramsay!' God, it smelled delicious; could this moment get any better!

"That smells heavenly, David,"

David nearly dropped his lasagna onto the floor. He whipped around, "Jesus, Simon, don't scare me like that! You would've ruined our picnic!"

Simon held his hands in the air, a semi sympathetic grin covering his face. "Sorry, Sweetheart," he apologized to the comedian as the man carefully placed the food down on the stovetop.

Smiling as a result of the pet name, David removed the oven mitts and came towards his man. "What are you doing here, Si? I thought we were going to meet at the park along with the others". The taller of the two wrapped his arms around the other's neck, connecting his lips gently with the shorter man's.

Moaning softly, Simon returned the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around David's waist, pulling him as close to him as possible. David couldn't help getting excited as Simon nibbled along his lips, brushing his tongue along those spots quickly afterwards. He opened his mouth for him, letting the other man completely take control. His moans came out loud and long as Simon's tongue explored and conquered every space and part of his mouth, from the very tip of his own tongue to the far back of his throat. David barely registered himself moving before he felt the small of his back rub against the island.

"Si - Simon...," he breathed as soon as the need for air broke him free from the other's captivating hold.

"The others asked if we could push back the picnic an hour," Simon mumbled against his lips, pecking them in between his speech. "Ant and Dec are stuck in a meeting with ITV, and Alesha and Amanda are caught up shopping with their girls,"

"What *kiss* about *kiss* Ste- *longer kiss* -phen?"

"Um *kiss* who cares?"

"Simon!" David pulled away slightly, helplessly letting out a laugh.

Simon simply winked before re-closing the distance between the two. "Forget about the others for now David," he commanded, gently, seductively, an incredibly sexy grin present upon his face, "We have an hour to ourselves right now; let's just focus on you and me, baby,"

David was so, incredibly, turned on. "Yes, Simon, my Simon," he groaned deep and desperate, kissing him again, and again, and again as things instantaneously escalated from there.

Fin