Choosing the Worst Chosen One

the swallow

notes:
*just a lil steamy*
let me know if you have questions/concerns!

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Baz's POV

I call in sick or late more within the following weeks than I have in my entire life, but who can really blame me? Waking up to Simon Snow sleeping in your arms is the most precious thing known to man, and I thank Merlin every second that I'm the man who gets to witness it.

It always starts with shifting. He'll squirm in my arms, lazily readjusting until comfortable. His face gets pinched when he's situated again, and he'll snuggle closer, passing body heat through his skin and to me, lighting every nerve of mine on fire. Then comes the slow waking. He sniffles a little, which is hands down the cutest thing he's capable of, and then he'll wipe his eyes of the sleep clinging to his gold eyelashes. His face is always flushed in the morning, a pink glow under dozens of freckles and moles. He'll yawn and sniffle some more, his brilliant blue eyes hazy and hooded. Then he'll smile at me, a smile so bright it could make the sun green with envy, and when I tell you that I melt every time, I mean it; my entire body turns to Jell-o, my soul liquefies and leaves my body, all with a single look from Simon bloody Snow.

This morning is like every other, the same waking process today as the last, and the one before that, too. When he smiles this morning, I feel it again. It's a tug in my chest that only Simon can provoke, one that sends the butterflies in my stomach into overdrive. Simon brings one of his hands from my chest and runs it through my hair, bumping his nose to mine and breathing heavily. I instinctively tug him closer, tightening my grasp around his waist.

Simon groans, and once again, I am ignited. "I don't want you to leave for work."

He buries his face into my neck. I chuckle. "I don't want me to leave either. Good morning, by the way."

He grins up at me, amusement in his eyes. "Good morning, love."

Merlin, his voice is sexy.

Simon's grin grows larger, and maybe even mischievous? Before I can question it, he pulls my face down to his. With his arms around my neck and one leg propped up on my hip, I drag his body closer and pull him on top of me, keeping my lips locked with his. Simon's chest is flush against mine, and through my t-shirt and his hoodie, I can feel his heart exploding in sync with my own. My hands travel over the soft material of his sweatpants and around to his lower back, drawing his pelvis into mine. When he groans, I break away and connect my lips to his neck, right above his pulse.

This is how I know heaven exists. I know it does, because as he's rolling his hips over mine, he's giggling and gasping and tugging my hair and arching his back with a burning fire of desire in his eyes, and if this isn't heaven then I'm sorry to say that the stories are fake.

Simon's delicate hands gently press against my chest, forcing me to take my lips from his. He smiles and laughs, his face tinted with arousal. "Let a guy breathe, would you?"

I try to make some sarcastic remark, but as I watch his Adam's apple drop, I'm faced with the fact that all my knowledge of the English language has completely disappeared. I watch as it rises in slow motion, and I realize once again that he has the most intense and dramatic swallow I have ever seen.

To say it's a turn on would be an understatement.

"Baz?"

"Hmm?" I hum, breaking eye contact with his Adam's apple and trying to focus on Simon's eyes. It's not usually this difficult, but he swallows again and I can't help but divert my attention back to his throat. One of the moles on his neck moves as he swallows, that's how showy Simon's swallow is. Upon further investigation, I see a love bite just above his collarbone that's started to take on pigmentation. Maybe it's a vampire thing, but how would I know? All I know is his neck is a blank canvas, and I want to paint it all the colors of the fucking wind.

"You're staring at my neck, you bloody moron," He says, hitting my forehead with the palm of his hand. I look back at his eyes and instantaneously burst into an inferno. Simon smirks, cocking his head. Considering how hot my face feels, I can only imagine how red it must be.

I stare at his knee in embarrassment.

"What? Do I have a love bite or something? C'mon, Baz, what is it?"

I look back up at him. "You have the most theatrical swallow I've ever witnessed, and I find it extremely arousing."

His face turns crimson as he swats at my shoulder. "Basilton!"

I laugh and drop my forehead on his chest. "That was the most horrifying thing I have ever said." 

Simon echoes my laughter, and I feel the buzz travel straight to my toes. He massages my scalp with his fingers, his knees on either side of my waist. I slip my fingers under his hoodie (technically mine, but I like it on him better) and trace the skin above the waistband of his sweatpants (also technically mine, though I'd like to have these back at some point). "And I've totally killed the mood, haven't I?"

Simon erupts in giggles, sending my heart into a frenzy. "Absolutely."

a short and rushed chapter, but I'm kinda in love with it.
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- Zander