My Boy// SnowBaz ✔️

Chapter 15

Baz

I wake up to the light coming in through my window, I forgot to close the curtains before we got into bed, and by the time I noticed simons head was already comfortably resting on my chest.

I look down at Simon, he's still sleeping peacefully. I take a moment to admire his freckled back that had been hidden by his shirt which has now crept up a bit.

I know that I can't move without waking him up, so I just grab my phone from the nightstand. I scroll through Instagram, then notice how cute Simon looks. I open Snapchat to take a picture of him sleeping on my chest, it's a nice photo and I plan on only keeping it for myself anyway. One thing I didn't check though, was whether or not the flash was on, I press the button to take the picture and a bright flash lights up what feels like the entire room. I frantically press my phone into the bed to dim the flash, but Simon is already awake.

"What was that?" He asks rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"I didn't realize my flash was on, on snap," I tell him apologetically.

"Oh, okay" he buries his face into the pillow. "What time is it?" He asks.

"Seven thirty," I tell him, and he sighs loudly pulling the blankets over his head.

"I'll go get us coffee," I laugh getting up.

"Of course you like being up early" he grumbles into his pillow.

"I do," I tell him lightly and walk to the door.

"Wait, Baz!"

"Yeah" I turn around, and

"I don't like coffee," he tells me. I roll my eyes and leave the room.

Simon

This is weird, I really like Baz, but I didn't think I'd be sitting in his bed this morning. I also didn't think I'd enjoy sharing a bed with someone else as much as I did. It was so nice having another person to hold, I already miss it.

I realize that I have class in about an hour and even if I left now, I wouldn't make it in time. I decided to cut my losses and not bother to try to get there. I can just text the groups to figure out what work I missed, and it's a Thursday anyway, I'm sure there won't be much new work assigned.

Baz returns carrying two mugs, he sits on the bed at the foot and hands me a mug. I smile when I realize he made me hot chocolate. "Thank you" I smile up at him, and he returns the smile.

"How was your sleep?" He asks, sipping his coffee, he doesn't even flinch at its bitterness.

"It was really good, you're very nice to sleep with" I giggle when I hear my own words. Baz doesn't say anything but he does look mildly amused.

We keep talking, but my eyes keep wandering along his chest. I try and resist the intrigue of the unknown, and force my eyes back up to meet his. "Why do you keep doing that?" He asks. He doesn't sound angry or judgemental, just confused.

"What?" I ask not being one hundred percent sure what he's talking about.

"You keep looking at me, then forcing yourself to stop, you know I don't mind" he shrugs. I don't get how he can be so comfortable talking about a subject that makes me so nervous.

"Yeah, I don't know" I shrug. He doesn't look satisfied with my answer.

"Okay, then can I ask why you're staring then?" There's a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth, but I can also tell he's trying to do something. The whole idea of answering that question honestly, scares me. There's too much to figure out in the answer.

"I don't know, I'm just curious?" I think that answer sums up my feelings pretty well. I keep looking over him, trying to find something that is attractive to me. Something that makes me really want him, but I can't and it's almost frustrating.

"About?" He presses, and I really don't want to tell him that I was trying to find something attractive about him. I obviously know he's objectively very attractive, and I think he looks nice, I'm just at a loss trying to find what people see that makes them want to pay for sex. Maybe it's just because I've never had it, maybe that's why I don't have the desire for it?

"I don't know.... I guess how I feel, versus how I know I'm supposed to feel"

"About?" He asks again.

"About the way you look? The way I'm supposed to probably be intrigued by the fact you're not wearing a shirt, but I'm not..." I feel stupid telling him that.

"But you were intrigued" he disagrees.

"No, I wasn't" I'm confused by how he thinks he knows this better than me.

"It may not have been sexually, but you were intrigued for one reason or another. I don't know what you were looking for, but there was something" he responds matter of factly, and it strikes me, that he's right. I wasn't checking him out because I was wanting to see more, it's like he said.

"Damn, I guess you're right" I smile, and this time allow my eyes to run down his chest. I take in everything about the man sitting across from me, his shoulders, chest, legs... everything I know people usually find attractive, and ask myself how I feel. And I know it's not my thing, and I think it's okay. I look back up at his face and into his eyes, and I know I like that. His face is so kind, and it's him, and I think he's really special. "Thanks" I smile when I've finished taking him in, he knew exactly what I was doing, and he happily just sat under my gaze and quietly sipped his coffee.

"Yeah, no problem. Did you figure anything out?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think I did" I grin.