Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

what are you wearing

One of Simon's favourite thing about Watford had been the uniform. He had never had many clothes growing up in the homes, and the ones he did have had always made him feel like his feelings of being an outsider were represented on his body.
But leaving Watford, and having to get clothes, and being given clothes, had awakened something in him. He loved wearing things others normally didn't, not all the time, and indeed he still struggled to actually leave the house in anything he wanted to, due to self esteem issues and insecurities. But today was the day.

He tugged self consciously on the shirt that barely covered his midriff, and looked at himself in the mirror, his jaw raised and his shoulders squared.
"It's time, you look good, and even if people think you don't, you feel good and that's all that matters," he said quietly to his reflection, and watched his eyes almost narrow in determination.
He closed his eyes and focussed on his breath, feeling it fill him all the way to his fingers and toes, and then exhaled; and with it he tried to exhale all negative thoughts and insecurity. And it worked, sort of. And he walked out of his room and into the common living area, straight into the sight of Baz.

"What are you wearing?"

"What are you wearing?"

Baz glanced down, and smoothed his hands over the thighs of his pants, the pink satin silky under his fingers.

"I never want you in anything else," Baz said, his eyes scanning over Simon, landing on the cropped shirt he wore, and Simon flushed.

"Ditto." Now Baz flushed, the pink flooding to his cheeks a clear indicator that he has fed recently, let blood flow past his lips and revive him. Simon would never have imagined that Baz would wear the pants he was wearing now, the smooth pale pink satin sitting comfortably on his pale skin, the high waisted band snug around him, the pleats down the legs highlighting the length and leanness of them. Simon felt short of breath watching him, as Baz put his hands in his pockets.

Not everyone could pull of pink pants, but the contrast between the black t-shirt he had tucked in, and his black hair, and pale skin, and the pink, all just fit so perfectly together, and Simon gulped down a breath, trying to still his beating heart.
Baz didn't know how Simon was feeling as he looked him up and down, and he didn't know that Simon felt the same way he did, as he watched him in his crop top.

Baz had never felt any strong feelings about boys in crop tops, he knew it was a fashion statement some guys made, he wasn't one of them. But he didn't mind the ones that did either, he had just never seen anyone in a crop top that affected him. But Simon in a crop top was revolutionary for him.
The way it revealed his stomach, soft but flat, tanned and spotted with delicate freckles, with a down of blonde hair. Baz had always liked Simon in white clothes, the way it complimented his tanned skin and golden hair; it made him look bright in a way other clothes didn't, it seemed to allow him to shine.

"Stop staring at me, Snow."

"Stop staring at me, Pitch," Simon growled, feeling frustrated all of a sudden. God, Baz could affect him in so many ways, without even trying. (Simon wasn't aware he did the exact same to Baz.)

Baz felt a smile spreading across his face, "How did I get so lucky?"

Simon's heart stopped for a moment (to hell with trying to control it anymore), "I was thinking the exact same thing."

And then they were crossing the room, maybe Baz moved, maybe Simon did, it didn't matter. They were in each other's arms, and all frustration about clothing was pushed aside.
"I'm serious," Baz practically groaned between peppering kisses on Simon's mouth, "I only want you wearing crop tops from now on."

Simon grinned and ducked his head to kiss Baz on the neck, loving the way the boy reacted to it, his breath leaving his body in gasps, "and I never want you in any other colour, from now on, it's pink everything."

The two boys couldn't keep their hands to themselves, and even as they longed to rid each other of their clothes, they also didn't want each other out of the clothes they had never worn before (and now would never stop wearing.)

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Hello again my friends! Hello from New Zealand! I am currently on holiday  and had some free time and wanted to write something for you all, so here it is! I'm beyond happy that this collection of stories has over 5k reads! It's ridiculous, and I'm so eternally grateful for anyone who has read any part, or commented, or voted, it means so much to me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this and look forward to some more being published soon, because I feel inspired (sort of, idk this could be garbage, but I like it)