Stuck with you ✔️

Day 9

(Smut: mutual masturbation, anal sex, oral sex, bratty Simon, )

Simon

That fucking bastard. Baz is on my last nerve, and he's about to run out of space if he keeps teasing me. Since yesterday he's been shoving his sexuality in my face, and I know he thinks it's going to make me cave, and admit that I'm possibly a little bit gay. And I wouldn't mind it, if it wasn't working. But damn it, he knows what he's doing.

Last night before going to have a shower, he casually mentioned to me that he's going to grab himself lube first. I swear he winked at me before disappearing into the loo. And in any other situation that would be an invitation, but I've somehow gotten myself written into an awful comedy or perhaps a shitty Fanfiction that's left me in this comically frustrating situation.

Baz

He spent the entirety of last year making me miserable, I don't see anything wrong with returning the favour. I'm not doing anything super mean, more just having a bit of fun.

I turn off the shower and instantly miss the warmth of the steam and the water. I step out into the chilling air of the bathroom and I close my eyes to feel the drops run down my back, and over my skin. I stare myself down in the mirror, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't checking myself out. I used to hate the way I looked. I thought I was too skinny and pale, thought I looked disgusting and sick all the time. But I've come to realize how subjective beauty is, and at this point, think I look amazing. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk out into our room.

This isn't something Simon or I do, ever. (I keep calling him Simon, I really need to break that habit). It was an unspoken rule to get dressed in the washroom after your shower, but things have changed a bit since then. And it might be a new low for me to be parading around our room almost naked, just to get Snow to admit that he's gay. But I'm getting a kick out of it. Literally, nothing in my life has been as satisfying as watching Snow squirm because of me. I sit down heavily on my bed and prop a leg up before I start up on my reading.

I can feel Snow's eyes on me the whole time, and I love it. Call me conceded, I don't care, it feels good to know someone finds you attractive. Especially when they're someone you also find attractive.

I'm silently reading, minding my own business when Snow finally speaks up. "Can you put some clothes on?" I almost laugh at how mad he sounds.

"Why?" I ask looking up from my book. "Is it distracting?" I rest my chin in my hand and meet his gaze inquisitively.

"Yes," he glares at me.

"If you come over here, it'll probably be even more distracting, but I don't think you'd mind at that point" I suggest.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, but gets up to cross the room over to me. I'm expecting him to be slow and awkward like he was last time, but as soon as he can reach me, he plucks the book out of my hands and tosses it to the side. He leans in but stops right before our lips connect. "I fucking hate you" he mumbles, and I almost laugh.

Then he connects our lips. It doesn't feel like we're kissing, it feels like we're fighting. I love it. He climbs on top of me and presses his lips against mine hungrily. "Hm so you're really this desperate" I mumble, and break the kiss to start sucking on his neck. he sighs softly and runs his hands through my hair. I love it when people do that, gentle fingers gracing my scalp and lightly pulling my hair, it's intoxicating.

"Maybe" he grins. I enjoy the way his body feels against mine, pushing me down, holding me where he wants me, but I also really want to be on top of him right now. This feels amazing, but his lack of certainty and experience with another man is incredibly obvious in the way he's holding himself. I roll us both over and get comfortable straddling his hips.