"Piss off, Snow." Baz slurred, drunkenly. But he was not drunk. Not really, unless you considered being drunk on someone was drunk. Because Baz was really really drunk on Simon and all he wanted to do was sniff him.
"Look, Baz. I don't know what is wrong with you but can you just stop." Simon tried to stop Baz from entering their room. Baz acted really weird, and it was just unsettling. He didn't think that Baz was really drunk because tomorrow was a school day. And Baz wouldn't do that. Because he was always responsible. Even when he was plotting all his evil plans, he never ever skipped classes and always finished his homework.
And Simon would know that because he was his roommate.
"Stop what, Snow? What?" He looked up at Simon, slumping onto their room's door. Trying really hard to ignore Simon's hands that were on his chest. Simon's hands were really warm, Baz thought.
Simon pushed his fingers at Baz's jumpers. He scrunched his eyebrows, and looked directly into Baz's eyes and feeling this foreign desire to push his fingers through Baz's hair. Baz's godly hair. But then he decided it was not really foreign because he had been feeling this and many more weird desires about Baz. Like circling his hands around Baz's neck because he wanted to be closer to Baz.
And he did it. Just because........
Baz stopped. Stopped acting drunk, stop doing whatever he was doing. Because Simon told him to stop. Because Simon was so close to him that he just needed to stop.
"Simon....." Baz sucked a deep breath. Whatever Simon was doing at that moment was so intoxicating, he was leaning closer to him and even Baz thought that wasn't possible because they were already so close. And it was good. So so good.
Simon froze when he heard Baz's voice, Baz was calling him Simon. Simon, Simon, Simon. And Baz never called him that because Baz told him they were enemies and enemies don't call each other by first names. Simon did anyway because to him Baz was never the enemy. His only enemy was the Humdrum. Not Baz, never Baz.
"Does this mean we are not enemies anymore?" Simon mumbled. So slow that if Baz was not so close, (painfully close but it was good pain) he wouldn't have heard it.
"Piss off, Simon." Baz said again. Since he didn't know what else to say. And he regretted it because then Simon did really piss of. He stormed into their room, leaving Baz and the smell of smoke behind.
Baz followed. "Calm the fuck down." He sneered to Simon, pushing Simon down into Baz's bed. Not consciously, because God knows how long since he wanted Simon on his bed. And at that moment he finally had that. Simon Snow, The Chosen One, The Mage's Heir on his bed. Looking so beautiful. Even when he was mad.
Simon opened his mouth to argue and Baz didn't want that. He would just ruin the moment. Simon always did that, always ruining the moment. And Baz did the only thing that crossed his mind at that moment.
He kissed him.
Slowly, because he was scared. But when Simon didn't push him away but responded (eagerly he might add), something inside him clicked. Finally, he knew he did something right in his life. Like kissing Simon Snow and pulling him closer on his bed.
He pulled away and looked at Simon. "Simon, Simon, Simon. We were never enemies." And when Simon grinned at him, he couldn't help but to grin back.
And now, he was really really drunk, he thought.
