Stuck with you ✔️

Day 13

Tw: smut, and talk about self harm.

Baz

I wake up with Simon cuddled into my chest and take a second to appreciate everything. Even a month ago, this situation wasn't even an idea in my mind, and now I have an incredible man sleeping in my arms happily.

One thing I realize about this situation is that I either have to wake him up, or stay here until he wakes up. I decide to stay where I am, I don't have class today, and my homework can wait. Although I do vaguely remember Simon saying something about having class today... I'm sure he set an alarm. I'm able to reach my phone, so I scroll through TikTok while Simon's slow breathing continues.

I eventually feel him stirring beside me and look down to see him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Good morning," I smile, and he grunts out something that sounds like a response. I chuckle, and go back to my phone, but suddenly Simon's hand is on mine, and is slowly lifting my phone out of my hand and putting it to the side.

"Yes?" I ask, as Simon sits up to make eye contact with me.

"Know those dreams you wake up from, and wish you could go back to sleep?"

"Yes?" I laugh, and I think I know where he's going with this.

"Well-" he climbs onto my lap. "I had a very nice dream that I didn't get to finish before I woke up," he leans forward to kiss me.

"Oh, really?" I ask.

"Yeah," he nods.

"Was I in this dream?" I ask playfully.

"Maybe," he grins and presses a kiss to my neck. "And I'm wondering if you'd like to help me finish it?" He asks, lazily trailing his lips down my neck. He must still be half asleep to be acting like this. He's far too confident for his brain to be functioning normally.

"Hmmm, that sounds like a lovely idea," I mumble against his mouth. "Want to tell me what your dream was about?"

"Hm yeah," he sighs and starts running his hands under my shirt. "Well, you sucked me off," he begins, and the boldness takes me by surprise. "Which you haven't done before by the way," he mumbles jokingly.

"Yeah, I know." I laugh." We've fucked once. There's a lot still for us to do," I promise and pull my shirt off, hoping he'll follow my lead on that.

"Hmm, good" he's still talking like he's half asleep, and it's hilarious. I lift his shirt a bit to encourage him to take it off, and he (surprisingly) gets the hint. The only light I have to see him by, is from the semi-sheer blinds letting in the sunlight, and I have to admit, it's really highlighting his beauty. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against my chest while we kiss.

"Anything else happen in your dream, or did I just suck you off?" I chuckle.

"Well, that's where the part about continuing the dream comes from," he smirks, and to my surprise, he runs his hand over my crotch. I'm only wearing boxers, so it's incredibly obvious to us both that he's making me hard.

I swallow as I try not to get too carried away. Him having the confidence to take control is a massive fucking turn on, and if I was with anyone else, I'd be moving this along much faster. I would have already pulled off his pants, and begged him to start fucking me. But I think that would probably freak him out, so I hold onto my composure and gently guide Simon's hand back into my lap. He massages me through my boxers, and I whine at how good it feels. He smirks and pushes me onto my back, and I grin up at him.

"What?" He asks, confused by the giddy smile plastered to my face.

"Nothing, I just really like this," I tell him, and undo the string on his sweat pants.