Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

games arent meant to end like that

Baz's eyes were on fire. Constant, incessant burning sparked in both of them, as he stared mindlessly forward, his hands moving without him realising it, his eyes staring blankly.

"Basil, if you don't take at least a 10-minute break from that game, your eyes are going to burn holes in your head, and I will love it."

"Kinky, Bunce, but you're not my type," Baz paused the game he was playing and looked toward Penelope, his vision blackened and blurred as he readjusted to the different lighting. She stood in the doorframe and laughed at his obviously dazed expression. "Speaking of, where is Simon?"

Penelope's smile grew slightly, as she smirked at Baz. It was rare for Baz to be so upfront with his feelings for Simon, especially to Penelope, but over time it had been natural for his cockiness to spill over into their relationship, and he was much more comfortable flaunting his feelings. Sometimes she yearned for the days when they were subtle about their romance, but subtlety was never Simon's, nor Baz's, thing.
"He's around here somewhere, if you were able to look anywhere that wasn't that bloody game, you'd notice. Anyway, I'm going out, so have fun!" And then she was gone, in a swirl of fabrics and the smell of books left wafting behind her.

"Snow?" He called out, and heard a loud sound of something hitting the ground in response. Baz laughed as the visual of Simon falling off their bed in surprise invaded his brain.

"Jesus! Is that the sound of my boyfriend? I thought he became mute after all that bloody gaming he was doing," Simon's voice was becoming steadily louder, and even more sarcastic, as he walked towards where Baz was seated, and as he appeared in the doorway, Baz was met with his smirking face. "I thought you had lost the will or the want to communicate with the world outside of the television."

"Stop being so dramatic, Snow, I haven't been playing for that long," Baz rolled his, still burning, eyes, and Simon's eyebrows raised in response. "And anyway, you'd love it, if you gave it the chance, and played it."

"I highly doubt that," now it was Simons's turn to roll his eyes, as he walked to sit next to Baz on the couch.

Baz thrust the controller into his hands, feeling strange without the imprint of it in his hands, "Well here, have a go."

Simon laughed, and Baz's lips quirked in response, "Scared, Snow?"

"You wish."

It didn't take long for Baz to be proven right. Simon was sucked so supremely and fully into the game that he wasn't aware of his boyfriends smug face watching his eyes dart across the TV, until Simon became aware and mumbled, "shut up."

"I didn't say anything," Baz laughed.

"I knew what you were thinking."

"Now, I know for a fact that that just isn't true," he laughed again, and moved to nuzzle his face into Simon's neck, kissing the mole there (which he often used for target practice).

"Don't distract me," Simon giggled, even as he silently begged for Baz to continue.

"Well, fine, if you care about the game more than me," Baz teased, and sat back, and Simon whined as his warm breath left his neck. "Don't be needy, Snow."

"I can't help it," Simon said, still focusing on the game, until Baz's lips were once again at his neck, and Simon lost all willpower, and the remote tumbled from his hands, "fuck the game." And then his hands were entangled in Baz's hair, the game forgotten.

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Hello again! I know this is super late, because I said it was gonna be a 30 DAY challenge, but I never said they'd be consecutive days hahaha! Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this.  And if the formatting is off, it's because I wrote this on an iPad and haven't checked it on the laptop because I'm lazy as fuck.

Leave me a vote and a comment and tell me I'm lazy and terrible for not posting more here, but it probably won't change anything! Thanks for reading again!