Snowbaz one shots

3 - Baz & Simon

Simon
Alright, fine. I should tell him. It's just, well, the gost of Natasha Grimm-Pitch kissed me. The ghost of my enemy's mother kissed me. And told me to give said kiss to him. How the fuck do I say that? "Oh, hey, dude that pushed me down a flight of fucking stairs, your mom came back from the dead and told me to kiss you while you were away". I mean, she did tell me other stuff, so I could just, y'know, leave the kissing part out. Yeah, I'll just do that. Kissing my enemy on his dead mothers orders is hardly going to solve anything.

Baz
I'm confused as hell. Snow told me this morning that he wanted to talk to me, privately, after classes tonight. And of course, for not even a second, my deranged homosexual brain imagined him confessing that he's secretly in love with me. Then I imagined myself spitting in his face. Then I imagined myself licking it off and kissing him (because I'm disturbed. ask anyone). But I just sneered at him and said "whatever you need, chosen one" and went off to class.

~After classes~

Simon
Baz and I are sitting on our respective beds, facing eachother. I'm trying to figure out how to break the news, having genuinely no idea how to start this conversation, when he says "did you actually need something, snow? Or did you just come up here to watch me? Because I thought you did that enough when you stalked me.". "I- well- the thing is-" I take a deep breath and figure out what I'm going to say. "While you were gone, the veil lifted." I begin. The look on his face alone lets me continue, because he's already figured it out (bloody genius), and I don't want to be interrupted.

Baz
I can't believe what I'm hearing. My mother came back and spoke to snow, of all people. Snow. He's finshed telling me eveything, but he's touching his forehead with a weird look on his face. "You good, snow?" I ask, almost forgetting to make it sarcastic. He stands up and walks over to me, and I have no idea what he's doing. I wonder if he has any idea what he's doing.

Simon
I have no idea what im doing.

Baz
He leans in towards my forehead and holy mother of shit what is he doing?

Simon
Holy mother of shit what am I doing?

Baz
I feel his lips touch my forehead. What the actual fuck just happened. He pulls back and I look at him, and he looks pleased that I haven't kicked his ass (anthema be damned) yet. That's all it takes for me to pull his face back towards mine by his shirt and kiss him again, and again and again.

Simon
I don't know why I did this, but I was wrong before, I've definitely solved something. After a minute of me awkwardly standing in front of him, he grabs me by the sholders and pushes me so that I'm sitting next to him on the bed. He snakes his arm up my shirt and yanks the cross off from around my neck. He throws it to the side of the room and uses his arm to open up the shirt that he's already got his hand up. I lay back on the bed in defeat, which he doesn't seem to mind as he just kisses me all the way down my neck and chest.

Baz
I'm kissing simon snow.
And he kissed me first.
Crowley, I've even managed to get his shirt off
What a shame this stays hidden all day
I move down to his waist. I feel him shudder with anticipation, which I take to mean that I may proceed, but apparently not as he sits up abruptly, hitting me in the face with his stomach.
"Everything okay?" I ask softly. The last thing I want is to scare him, or make him feel unsafe around me.
"Yeah" he says "it's great" he puts his hand on top of mine "it's just, and this isn't your fault, I just don't want to do, that right now. It's just that, ten minutes ago, I thought that I was straight and that you wanted to push me down the stairs. I'm just not ready.Yet." he rakes the hand that's not on top of mine through his curls and looks at me nervously. I turn over my hand and lace my fingers with his "that's okay" I say "and if you ever want to stop, tell me, okay?". He looks at me like I'm an extra special idiot "ever?" He asks. " this is going to happen again?" "Crowley" I say, kissing him again "I don't know what I'm going to do with myself if it doesn't"

A/N: I really, really like this one. Sorry if you didn't, but I've wanted to write this for, like, a really long time. I had this idea pretty much as soon as I read where simon tells baz that natasha kissed him, and I always love reading simon and baz falling in love in a different way than in chapter 61, but still in the same world. Expect more of this in the future (mabye a normal high school au?), and leave suggestions for what you want to see next because I will definitely at least try to write them. I also really like writing as baz so expect more from his POV than anyone else's because I'm biased towards my sarcastic gay vampire son okay sue me.

Pace for now :)