SnowBaz Oneshots

Much Better Than Maths Class

Sorry I Haven't Been Updating! Life Has Been Sucking More Than Usual. Please Forgive Me! Also, This Part Is Very Fluffy. No Smut, But Pretty Dang Close... Bye!

       --Me

*Simon's POV*

Ugh! Maths class is so boring! How is anyone staying awake? Well, some are asleep, but still. Too many are awake. I rather be in any other class than this one. Spells and Potions, yep. I would defiantly rather be there. Anything other than bloody maths! I try to pass a note to Penny, but as soon as it lands on her desk she rips it to pieces, not even bothering to read it. I try again with Agatha, but she flicks the paper to the floor. I think she is still mad at me for the breakup. Even though she broke up with me. (Not that I mind really, our relationship wasn't going so well anyway.) She said that 'I didn't know how to be part of a couple, and she couldn't talk me through it.' I know, really rude, but I understood. I don't know how to be in a relationship. I just wish we could still be friends. Guess not. "Mr. Snow? Are you with us?" Mrs. Possibelf asks me. She asked me something? "Umm, I-I..." I stutter out. Half the class snickers at my response, Penny mouths something, but I can't understand it, and out of the corner of my eye I see Basilton smirking. "Please pay attention, Mr. Snow. Now, who can answer the question given?" The teacher commented. Penny immediately raises her hand, because of course she knows the answer. She knows everything. Even though I just got chided for not paying attention, my mind begins to wander again. I try to think about anything other than this class, and it works. I think about how when the bell tones I can go get tea with Penny. I think about how after tea there is a game on the pitch that I can go watch. About how the team is most likely going to win because the coach makes them practice 24/7. About how the only reason they actually win is because of Baz. About how he is the best player in Watford. "Don't you think you should be taking notes, Snow?" I hear a snide comment from behind me. I turn to see who said it, even though I know who said it. There is only one person who calls me 'Snow'. "What are you talking about?" I ask innocently. Baz gives me a smug look and says, "You had a look on your face, humour me, what were you thinking of, Snow? Was it miss Wellbelove? Bunce? Me?" He cocks his dark eyebrows while waiting for my response. I'm too in shock to say anything. However, Baz still sits and waits for me to answer. "W-Why were you looking at my face, Pitch?" I manage to retort. Although his smugness never wavers, I see a flash of worry cover his eyes. It's quickly covered up and he snarls, "Don't flatter yourself. You are in my line of vision." I huff and turn back around. My face burns, and I'm sure that a nice blush has covered it. 'Twit' I think to myself. Why is he always messing with me? I tried to be nice to him in first year, but he refused to return my friendliness. Now we are arch nemesis, but I don't want to be. I want to be friends. I hate having to hate him. I know we are destined to kill each other, but can't we just get along a little till then? If we were friends, things could be different. Baz and I could eat together, with Penny, and I would listen to them trying to see who is better in our classes. I would laugh when one of them, most likely Baz, gets frustrated and spells the other. Then, to calm Baz down, I would grab his hand under the table. We would hold hands all through tea, and walk that way towards Mummer's House. We would get to our room and immediately know that we are going to get in the shower. I would take my uniform off quickly and rush into the bathroom, but Baz, being the prick he is, would take his bloody time. I would turn the cold water on high, just to bother him, and start washing while Baz is still getting undressed. He would open the curtain, growling because of the temperature, and we would admire each other. "What a beautiful body you have there, Snow." Baz would compliment. In my fantasies he would then wrap his cold, long arms around me and we would kiss. I imagine his lips would be rough, yet the kiss would be like fireworks. Absolutely amazing. When we would break apart, I'd run my hands over his amazing form. I would rub my palm over his six pack, I know he has one (I saw it at football practice), and run my fingers through his soft, wet hair. If kiss him again, deeply this time, and whisper upon breaking, "I love you, Baz." And only in my dreams, he would answer, "I love you too, Simon." Then we would, well, let's just say 'have fun'. I hear a clink on the floor and realize I'm lost in my own fantasy. I blush, because the clink was my pen and everyone turned to look at me, and quietly lean over to retrieve it. But as soon as I move, I notice I have a problem. Apparently, my day dreams took over a certain part of me. A part that shouldn't be affected right now, but is. "Uhh, Miss Possibelf? M-May I go use the restroom?" I call out. She turns around from the chalk board, a disappointed look on her ugly face, and sighs. "Why Mr. Snow?" She asks. Why is it her business? I mean, in going to the restroom, you shouldn't ask someone why they are going. Especially me at the moment. The class snickers after she asks and I say, "I, uhh, cut my finger?" Everyone turns back towards me and waits for evidence. Even the teacher crosses her arms and raises her eyebrow. I decide that the only way I can get out of here to fix my problem, I actually have to cut myself. Luckily the desks are metal, so I find a nick under the desk and roughly drag my finger along it. I feel a burning pain and blood drip down my hand, I know it worked. I raise my hand above me. "Okay, you are excused. Mr. Pitch, please escort Mr. Snow." Miss Possibelf states turning back around. What?! No, no, no. He can't come! The reason I'm leaving is because of him! He'll notice! "Uh, I-I d-don't need-" I try to say, but am rudely interrupted. "Come on, Snow. I don't want to go anymore than you, but I also don't feel like getting detention." Baz says as he walks towards the door. 'Okay, calm down. Think of sad things.' My brain tells me. I try to think of anything that might make my problem go away, but it doesn't work. If anything, it makes it worse. I think of when I have to face the Humdrum, but my mind changes the Humdrum into Baz. I see him shirtless, I don't know why, and sweaty from all the fighting. I see his hair stuck against his face, and blood running from a cut in his lip. I see myself walking towards him, but instead of killing him, I kiss him. I lick the blood away from the cut and let him taste it. You might think that that will defiantly stop me from getting hard, but the thought of me tasting Baz and him tasting me makes me harder than I was before. I quickly untuck my shirt so it drapes over my front and run out of the room to Baz. I slow down and walk beside him, which doesn't help since I can feel his hand brushing my as we walk, but I need to act as natural as possible. "Uh, I-I can go by myself." I say as we stop in front of the bathroom. Baz turns towards me and says, "Snow, I don't go against what I say I will do. Now your hand is bleeding and I said I would help, whether either of us like it or not, I'm not going against my word." Somehow his stern voice causes me feel something. Something that shouldn't be felt at the moment. He stomps into the bathroom, and I have I choice but to follow him. When I enter, Baz turns towards me, holding a wetted towel for my hand. Somehow I forget to raise my hand, so he reaches for it himself. However, it isn't my hand he grabs. His hand retracts quickly, and I'm frozen in fear. He jumps back, towel dropping to the floor with a slop, and stares at me in horror. I try to leave, to run away as far I can, but my body refuses. It seems like centuries we stand there, but the honorific silence is broke when Baz starts laughing his arse off. "That's *laughs* w-why you didn't want me to come? *Laughs* Come on, Wellbelove must be great." He says with sarcasm. "I-It w-wasn't Wel- Agatha." I mutter. I don't know why I tell him, but I can't have anyone thinking that I still want her that way. Or anyway. Just friends. That's it. "Oh? Did Miss Wellbelove finally see what a idiot you are and leave? Took her long enough. So, who WAS it then?" His mouth is drawn in an evil smirk and his eyebrow raises. "C-Can yo-you j-just go?" I stutter nervously. He walks towards me, and I step back. We keep going till I'm pressed against the wall and he is a foot away. He takes another step and says, "Why, Snow? Did you plan to fix your problem? What, did you purposely cut yourself to come in here and wank off? Tell me, who was it? Bunce? You two seem really close. Did you perhaps want to be closer?" By now he is only a few inches in front of me. And once again, I feel something happen in me by knowing that I'm alone with Baz, pressed along a wall, with him so close. "P-Please l-leave." I beg. I don't want him figuring out who it made me so hard. I can't let him know that it was him. I make the mistake of looking down, and he grabs my chin and makes me face him. "Who was it? I pinky promise I won't tell." He says to me like I'm a child. I can't take it anymore, he is so close and my minds races with too many imagines. "It was you! Okay?!" I scream at him. His face drops and I know I should never have told him.

*Baz's POV*

What?! No, I must have heard him wrong. He couldn't be this way because of me. No, I'm dreaming. This is just a dream, and I will wake up in his state and go to the bathroom to wank like I usually do. But never, in a million years, would it be the other way around. "W-What?" I ask Snow warily. His face is almost as pale as mine, though his is in horror and mine is because I'm dead. "Snow, what did you say?" Hope fills me, but anger rises in my voice. He shakes his head violently, then bolts out the door. I've never seen Snow run so bloody fast.

*Simon's POV*

'Why did I just have to say it?! Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut?!' I think as I run towards Mummer's house. I know, Baz can technically come find me, I mean it's his room too, but after what I just did, and still am doing, and said, I'm sure he is already in America, planning on how to murder me. I finally make it to my room and slam the door shut. I hear it echo throughout the hallway, but don't care. My breathing is ragged, coming in and out with gasps and pants. 'It's a dream. None of this happened. You didn't just tell Basilton Pitch that you wank off to the thought of him.' My mind tries to convince me. It doesn't work. I know for a fact that everything that happened was real, and that I'll never be able to face him again. I go to get in the shower, a cold one. I strip of my clothes, turn on the water, and step in. I hear a loud bang come from outside the bathroom. I immediately think that it's The Humdrum. I really don't need this right now. But, of course, he always comes at the worst of times. I go to grab a towel, the shower still on, but the bathroom door bursts open to reveal Baz.

*Baz's POV*

"B-Baz? What-What are y-you d-doing in-in here?" Snow ask nervously. He is standing in the shower, dripping wet with the water still running, and doesn't have any covering. I'm able to keep up my composure and stay looking into his eyes. He wears a dark blush that travels all over his chest and face. "Did you really think that you could run away like that? This is my room too, you know. Plus, you have some explaining to do. Tell me, how long? How long have you been picturing me while you jerk off?" I say menacingly.  I don't know why I'm being so rude, I've always dreamed about Snow falling for me. I know wanking off to me doesn't exactly mean Snow is falling in love with me, but I'll take what I can get. "I-I...it's j-just th-that, I d-didn't mean t-to...umm..." He stutters out. I inwardly grimace at his struggle for words, I know how much he hates that he can't speak right, but on the outside I keep my smirk straight. "Simon," I say softly as a step towards him, less than a meter between us. He steps back, jut to get hit in the back by the shower wall, and stares at me, his mouth agape. "Do you want to know a secret?" I ask him. His eyes go wide, but he nods his head slowly. I step into the shower with him, getting soaked, and turn off the water. "B-B-Baz? W-What-what are y-you do-doing?" Simon blushes and tries to move away from me. I won't let him. I've waited way too long to have him this close. And now that I know he likes me too, it jut gives more of a reason of doing what I'm about to do.

*Simon's POV*

What the bloody hell is Baz doing? I stare at his body, unable to make eye contact, but also unable to look anywhere else. He is soaked from water, his shirt clinging to his abs. His trousers are drooping, showing off a little of his hips and waistband of his pants. I blush as I see them; however, all I can think of is what would happen if I turned the water back on that way his trousers might get heavier and fall. "The secret is..." Baz starts out leaning into me. His mouth is next to my ear, his cool breath on my neck, which isn't at all helping my 'problem'. "I wank off to you, too." Baz says huskily. 'What?!' is all my mind is thinking. No, he must be making a joke of me. Teasing me for liking him. Then a feel him grab my hips and pull me against him. I feel all of him against me, and it seems Basilton has a problem quite similar to mine. "Not only do I wank off to you, Simon, I like you. No, that's wrong. I love you." Baz says as he looks into my eyes. I can't hold back anymore. Having his hard, cold body against mine. Him telling me that he likes me too. I mean, my crush likes me back. No, he loves me back. I grab his sharp, yet gorgeous, face in my hands and kiss him with all the love I have. He immediately kisses me back, and soon we are deeply making out. I notice that I'm still naked, and decide to level the playing field by taking Baz's clothes off as well. Surprisingly, he allows me. We only break apart to slip his shirt off his head, and to breathe the much needed air. I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands getting tighter on my hips. I pull him into another kiss, and just before our lips meet, I say, with a bright smile, "You know, this is at all better than maths class."