The One Shots Of Everything

There's a First Time for Everything (Part 1)

Pairing: SnowBaz (Simon Snow x Baz Pitch from Fangirl and Carry On, Simon)

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Imbecile.

Simon's thoughts kept dashing back to that word. And right at this moment, it was darn accurate. His infuriating roommate kept sniggering at him. How dare you mock me, shameless grey eyes.

"I-," snigger, "can't believe that the great and heroic prophesied one, Simon Snow, is still a virgin." Baz wasn't someone with much of a filter. This whole mess started when they played a game of Truth or Dare. An innocent little game, really. But then, when Simon picked Truth, Baz blurted out the most embarrassing question he could've ask.
"Snow, are you a virgin or not?"

And then, after a long, very long moment, he stuttered his reply, "Y-yes."
And then Baz started laughing as if his life depended on it.
Which bought him to this situation now, his face red from embarrassment and anger. And Baz still laughing.

Thinking of a comeback, he crossed his arms.
"And you're not?"
Baz stopped snickering like an idiot and instead was wearing an expression of amusement. "Awww, Snow. You should know that, I'm your roommate. Did you see me sneak in any ladies into the room?"
Baz was now leaning against his bedside table.

Simom shrugged. "I don't know, that's the problem. You're my roommate and all you ever do is try to kill me, so how am I supposed to know anything about you?"

Baz scoffed, and raised his eyebrows, "You sure that after years of being roommates, you know absolutely nothing about me?"

Simon bit his lip as he thought, "Well, I do know that you love minty flavours, like me. You love cheese, you like your coffee with a lot of cream, you hate pumpkins and I always see you reading the Da Vinci Code, so it must be a favorite." Saying that now, he realized that he did know a lot of things about Baz that he picked up over the years and sometimes, he used as leverage against him. He also told him about his past, which he sleepily told Simon on a night rendezvous to the Watford nursery.

He was looking down this whole time. And Baz was suddenly quiet, so when he looked up, he caught his breath when his eyes directly met two grey eyes with specks of blue in them at the middle, which he noticed now. Baz was sitting close to him. Too close. Sitting on his bed, with that same mischievous smile and eyes. But right now, there was something else in them, and Simon didn't have the words for it.

He spoke up, "Basilton, what are you doing?"

Baz leaned forward.

"What I've wanted to do for a long time."

And before he knew it, something soft and tasted of mint were against his lips, and the smell of dairy cheese and lemons washed over him. He could feel Baz's tongue swipe over his lower lip and slide into his mouth. Baz took hold of his shoulders, and down into his back. Simon couldn't breathe. He was breathless. The good kind of breathless, the great kind. And it made him feel tingly and mushy all at the same time.

So this is what it feels like to kiss your long time enemy.

Amazing.
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When Baz let go of him, it was likes someone snapped him out of a dream. He was dazed.

As his vision cleared, he saw Baz looking down, trying to hide his face. He was pink. And sheepish. And shy. And everything Baz was not normally like.

Simon stared into beyond their bedroom window.

I kissed Baz, my enemy...and I like it.

He shook his head.

When he turned towards Baz, he was clenching his hands so hard, his knuckles were turning white. Simon covered it with his hands. They were all cold and sweaty. "Baz, are you okay?"

Wait, since when did I worry about him? Oh yeah, ever since we maked out.

Baz looked up, wearing an expression Simon never saw on him before. Happy and genuinely nervous about...what? For something.
"Simon."
He focused back to Baz, who was now caressing his hand.

"Simon, I know you're gonna freak out. In fact, I am freaking out. It's just...," he looked away.

Simon knew where this was going and he wasn't sure. And so he did what he did best. He tried to take control, and failed.

"Baz, I know you're gonna say that the kiss was a mistake. It's okay. I know that you just got lost in the moment. And I get it, I was too." The word liar reverberated somewhere inside Simon's head.

"WHAT?!"

Baz had let go of his hand and was standing up.

"What did you say? It was all a mistake?"

Simon just looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? You couldn't possibly li-"

"SIMON SNOW! You dense squarehead! Are you that clueless that you couldn't at least notice that I liked- no, I mean loved you?!"

Simon couldn't understand what in the world Baz was saying, but what he did know was that he hated getting yelled at.

"Look, if your definition of loving me is trying to kill me, then thanks but no thanks!"

He was just about to storm out, but suddenly Baz grabbed his arm. Simon turned around and saw a desperate expression on his face, his hands were shaking and he was sweating.

He took a deep breath. "Look Simon, I just want to know if you're willing to take this, us somewhere. If not, then it's okay. Just...don't push me away."

He had that pleading glint in his eyes and the way he stared up at him like the fate of the universe depended on his answer. Simon knew he couldn't say no.

Oh boy, prepare to get more than your fair share of non-virgin male and grey eyes, Simon.

He leaned closer to Baz and put his hands on his face, caressing softly.

"All right, Basilton. But remember, I'm a tough nut to crack."

Baz chuckled then their lips collided again in a kiss. A kiss that felt so right on so many levels.