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      Carry_On_-_Rainbow_Rowell
  Relationship:
      Tyrannus_Basilton_"Baz"_Pitch/Simon_Snow, Tyrannus_Basilton_"Baz"_Pitch_&
      Simon_Snow
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      Simon_Snow, Penelope_Bruce, Baz
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      bottom, POV_Simon, Blowjobs, Um...Simon_gets_rough, Sorry_but_not_really,
      slight_BDSM, Light_Angst, It_Gets_Worse_Before_It_Gets_Better, Nipple
      Play, Nipple_Licking, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Simon_is_REALLY_Dom, Still_not
      sorry, Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 1 of Live_Wire
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      Published: 2017-04-11 Updated: 2017-06-11 Chapters: 5/6 Words: 5456
****** Fools ******
by VCM_EL
Summary
     After the embarrassing scene with Simon, baz is cowering in their
     room. He will have to find a way to confront Simon with out dieing
     completely.Or will snow confront him? Either way he's positive that
     he's screwed.
Notes
     Hello again!
     Well. Last chapter was crap, sooo I'm trying harder for the second!!!
     Sorry for the bad editing, I know I suck, but this time will be
     better...hopefully. Plz coment below and let me know if u liked it.
     Enjoy!;)
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***** Don't play fair. *****
                                     Fools
                                        
 
Baz
 I lay in bed, my body still humming with magic. Simon's smell of smoke seeped
into my clothes. Its all too arousing. I breath in deeply, somehow the smell
manages to calm me just as much as it excites. How dose he do this to me?
Making me feel the most peculiar feelings. Making me fight myself, struggling
to gain control. He dose these things so easily. So naturally driving me crazy.
I close my eyes and my head swims.Today Simon Snow brought me to life, I could
stay awake for the rest of forever. It wouldn't even phase me. I feel
untouchable.
Sighing, I pull myself out of bed. I lose my footing several times before
reaching the bathroom. My feet feel light and l'm dizzy.
I feel drunk.
I stumble around the bathroom for a few minutes, moving without reason. After a
sorry atempt at brushing my teeth, I step through the bathroom door. Nearly
overlooking the person sitting on the other bed.
As clear as day, Snow sits. His head tiped back, slightly chewing on his bottom
lip. Knees pulled up to his cheats, as it rises and falls to uneven breath. I
let myself stare at him for a moment, before moving to avoid eye contact. Why
hadn't I herd him come in?
My foot steps seem louder as I walk across the room to my bed. How long has he
been here?
When look over at him, his presence in the room is smaller. It's odd for him to
be so confined in one spot, usually taking up all the space in a room. But
right now he's so...tight. Like he's holding all of himself in. It manages to
look more threatening then usual. As if he might brust suddenly. It makes the
air room heavy. 
The bed creeks under my weight... I shoot snow a questioned looked, trying hard
to keep my concern hidden. He shrugges not even looking my way. I pull the
blankets around me tightly, attempting to sleep. 
 
I dream of Snow. 
 
We'er standing alone, on top of a hill coated with grass. Sheep grazing around
us. If I wasn't so distracted, this would have been funny...Why Sheep?
Snows tetoring on his heels, like a child. He's smiling, a ginuine smile that I
don't ever recall him showing me. Lines form at the edges of his eyes, he seems
younger, more innocent.Taking a step closer he giggles and says "wake up baz"
My eyes fly open in shock. They wake to meet the same blue eyes from my dream.
Snow holds himself over me, his hand gripping my shoulder. "Whatdo you think
your doing Snow?" I say, turning a shade pink, that he can't see... The room is
dark. His eyes are wild, searching. I still can't move, he's too close. Both of
our heart beats pounding in my ears. What is he doing? We lock eyes as he
starts to push. The act sending shivers up my spine. I can feel his magic
starting to rise like tide. The gasp I responded with gose unnoticed. It's
different this time its more open, like his giving me everything. My body
trembles, I'm seeing stars. This is too much, my eyes wide. I can hear him."
Baz, try spelling". I take a deep breath trying to think of a spell, but
can't,all I see is stars...Stars...
"Twinkle,twinkle, little star".My voice is horse and rugged but the spell still
lands. The shoadow and figures of  our bedroom melt away to show the view
around us. We stand, our feet planted on nothing at all. The sky is all over
the place. There's no up or down just the stars. " Oh, Simon... It's." My
breath hitches at my mistake. I turn toward him to see if he noticed. He's
smirk is wide, but curls into a giddy smile at my embarrassment. It takes ever
thing I have to scold him, pouting." Not a word,Snow"
"Snow..?I thought I was Simon."he giggles.
I frown, he laughs harder.
"Shut up" I say pulling away from him. Instintly regretting it. The sky
crumbles around us, our room returning. Sadly, were back in bed Snow only
inches away from me. He looks down at me and me up at him. His expression has
changed, more of a flustered curiousness. He leans a bit closer, making my skin
grow hot. He's too close...I can feel his breath on my mouth. "Snow?" My voice
barley a whisper " what are yo-"
"Be quiet for a second,will you?" He leans even closer, and presses our
foreheads together. I nearly faint, when I feel his magic swimming in my mind.
He pours, I let him go. Taking in our sudden closeness. His breath hot on my
moulth. I could kiss him, I shouldn't... But I could. My pondering   is
interrupted by a wave of pleasure, that sending my hands up grabbing at nothing
but air. Another this time stronger. To my embarrassment, I moan. I open my
eyes that had shut closed. Snow, now has pulled away but still has his eyes
fixed on me. Just as suddenly as the last two, another rolls over. Making me
start to pant. In protest I attempt to push him away but it's no good, the hie
hold has become ovetpowering. Pinning me down, he takes my hands over my head.
Snows only expretion is a criminal smirk. His motions fly over my head. I'm
lost in the swirl of arousal in my stomach. This is happening...this is really
fucking happening. He's being so careless with me, his magic a white hot
volince. Like we'er fighting, he's overwhelming. I can feel it drowning me, but
this time it feels totally different. This time it feels like his waves are
soft. Slowly lapping and coaxing me into their warmth. It feels as though he's
seducing me.
The waves stop long enough to catch my breath. Snow has me straddled , looming
over me with a mischievous smile. My mouth falls open, in disbelief.
" Well, what do you know.., this is new."
He chuckles under his breath. I'm a tremeling mess with every push of his
magic. He has started to rock his hips against me. "Ah,..fuck...Snow" my own
voice is  unfamiliar. He laughs again bringing his mouth to my ear. "This
should be fun-" 
I'm so screwed.
 
***** Live Wire *****
Chapter Notes
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                                   Live_Wire
                                        
Baz
 
The rooms pitch black but I can see Snow perfectly. He must not know this
because the face he's making is marvelous. His bottom lip hangs open slightly,
tongue gliding over it every so often. Eyes full of lust, so different from
before. His hands gripping my writs over my head. He's never looked at me like
this. I study his expression, burning it into my memory. It's late, the teasing
has lasted far into the middle of the night. His erection pressing agents me,
making my own worse. An endless pattern of him pushing me to the edge, then
leaving me unsatisfied, is being pursued. I'm a sweaty mess by the time I give
in.
"Snow,...please" I beg, not minding how lewd I sound. I would do anything, I
would cross every line for him...so pleading is doneable.                      
    Leaning down, his lips on my ear.
"What is it baz, what do you want?" His voice low and lovely.
" I w-want you t-too touch-oh"my words interrupted by Snow's teeth clenching on
my ear.Sending my body into mind-numbing pleasure.
"Who do you want to touch you?" he asked between clenched teeth.
"You!,...Simon, please"
I could see his eyes dilate from arousal. Allowing myself a grin was almost
natural.                    
His hands slid down from my arms to my hair. Lacing his fingers through thick
locks, tugging at them slightly. I feel myself shiver, as he moves his head
down to my neck, his lips brushing against skin. "Say it again."
"Simon~"
"S-Simon please, let me cum..." My hips buck into his with the words.
Groaning deeply, then smiling.He pauses for a moment as though he was thinking
it over. Then finally he decides. 
"Fine...Do your worst"
His smooth voice sends me over the edge. The last wave of pleasure comes
crashing through me. Light flashes behind my closed eyes. The inner part of my
thighs being drenched with slick. Drool flowing from the edge of my mouth, as
loud moans spill. I don't care who hears, screaming his name several more times
before its all over.
We stay like this for a moment. Panting, sweaty covered in our own slick. Our
breath wild, filling the room with life. It's not until Snow lifts himself off
of me, that I realize what we've done. The sun creeps up,threatening a new day.
I suddenly find myself hating the sun more the usual. All I want is to grab him
and take him into my arms. But I don't. I let him get up, and walk across the
room wordlessly. Not even an attempt at an explanation.
He sees himself in his own bed. Pulling his covers over him, facing the other
way. Part of me knew this would happen. I knew very well it would end in
flames. But no, these aren't flames, this is just what's left after a fire.
Snow came in and set everything I ever was on fire with the snap of a finger,
then watched me burn. Leaving me to lay in ashes. I knew better to think
otherwise. But knowing doesn't make it less painful. I stare up at the ceiling
until my alarm goes off. 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The hallways are loud and busy like always. I walk through them, my feet heavy.
I fed earlier but I still feel hollow. I'm exhausted and aware of how shitty I
look.I don't even bother with Wellbolve today.Her stares go unnoticed.The time
I get to the class I have with Snow I'm furious with him.I don't get it, why do
all that just to ignore me the next day?
Walking past him without even giving him a glance. I could feel his stair on
the back of my neck. Trying my best not to notice, I fiddle with my pencil.
Which is uncommon overall but I don't care I'm in desperate need of Simon Snow
distractions. Then a shock like feeling rushes through me.The taste the smoke
fills my mouth. A wave of pleasure like before hits me. It's small but it's
still enough to make my breath hitch. The class Is still clouded with chatter,
hopefully preventing anyone from hearing me. I turn around and give snow a
scolding look. His only response is a criminal smile. He looks as though he's
enjoying himself.
Another wave comes crashing through, I bite my lip tightly to keep from
moaning. I'm now very aware of my reaction to him. Looking back again this time
with a pleading expression. Merely shrugging his shoulders, he has dismissed my
beg for mercy. The third wave hits hard, a gasp escaping me. No one in class
has seemed to notice. How is he doing this? He's not even touching me. Just as
suddenly as the question the answer strikes me. The fight with the dragon, that
was the only other time that Snow and I exchanged magic outside of the last
two. He must have stumbled in some way to affect me with his magic.
My leaking erection, ruining my thoughts. I can't help squirming in my seat,
already on the edge. The last one hits, making a mess in my trousers. My hands
cover my mouth. Muffling my groans. My underwear soaked. I feel myself flush
pink, looking around for questioned stares. My climax has gone unnoticed by our
classmates. I sigh in relief, before hearing Snow's laughter.
It's low and muffled at a level only I could hear. Laughing, laughing... at me.
I'm pissed, bloody fucking Snow. God, I hate him. He turns to me, looking deep
into my eyes, his face full of arousal. Resisting the reference to look away is
hard. His grin making me want to bang my head agents a wall.I love him. Because
I'm weak because he's Simon fucking Snow. All I want is to have him, to have
him for a second longer than everyone else. I love him, I love him, I love
him,... so much that it makes me sick.
Why can't he see that?
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Bottom of the Spectrum *****
Chapter Notes
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     EOCs stress me out. Im aware that this ending will triger some
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Simon
 
To be perfectly honest, I have no idea what I'm doing. But I know that it's
fun. Baz is a mess. More so now that I can see him clearly. His hair falls
sloppy around his face, bags under his eye. When asking the teacher to be
excused, his voice is horse and dry. Probably from all his screaming last
night.
His Screaming~
I could burst at the thought. Last night was almost too much for me. He looked
so...fuckable. His eyes glowing under half-closed lids, drooling, panting,
pleading for me. 
Dame, I want him. 
I wait a painful minute and a half before leaving class to go after him. Once
down the hall, I've started to jog then sprint to the bathroom. No longer
wanting to wait, when I walk into the boy's room, Baz is leaning agents the
tiled wall. A cigarette hanging out of his mouth, already lit and smoking up
the room. He doesn't even mind me as I walk toward him.
"You know I could get you suspended for that."
"Bite me, Snow"
Not a bad idea at all. I step closer, standing under him with a grin. Before
gripping his chin and bring his face down to meet my gaze.
"Were are your manners, Baz?" I use my other hand to grab his hip and pull him,
agents, me. 
"Ask nicely"
I make sure push some of my magic into him with the demand. His lean on me
becomes heavier as his knees buckle. I reach out and grab the cigarette from
his lips and throw it across the room. 
"Please..."
He leans closer to my ear.
"Let me taste you"
Wow. That's not what I expected. Not to mention how much harder I got. I look
up at him, his face submissive and needy.
"On your knees"
Without another word, he drops to the floor and reaches for my zipper. I let
him pull down my slacks along with my trousers. Exposing my erection. I have to
refrain from forcing into his mouth when he licks his lips and opens wide. 
 He takes me into his mouth, being quick to use his tongue.Lapping at the tip
then using his hand to stroke the shaft. Christ, he is good at this. Too good.
If he keeps this up I'm not sure I can keep from fucking his trout. He hallows
his cheeks and takes me deeper until I hit the back of his trout.
 
Why the hell not?
 
 
 
 
***** Let u Have it. *****
Chapter Summary
     um...sex that is all
Chapter Notes
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Baz 
 
I think I'm doing.
 
That's the only explanation for the amount of weakness I'm showing. For
Conerly's sake, I came to the bathroom to get away from Simon. Obviously, that
wasn't a good idea, taking the circumstances.
Simon has taken it upon himself to be rather forceful with the whole thrusting
thing. His movements have become uneven and harsh with every thrust forward.
His prick violating the most sensitive parts of my trout. And yet I still
continue to sit here, on my knees, taking in an intense mouth fuck. Don't get
me wrong, Simon Snow violating me is one if not my only dream for myself, but
how did this happen?
Wasn't I just planning how to forget about Simon and my serious addiction to
him? 
Simon grips my hair and yanks my head back, just hard enough to coax a moan out
of me as he slams even deeper. He groans in pleasure, his eyes locking with
mine. I can feel his cock stiffen to a new extent. 
Oh, Gods, he is big.
I take deep breaths from my nose, not sure if my gag reflex can take any more
of this. The raw feeling in my trout grows to an aching burn. Even with the
pain, I can't ignore how needy my body has become at his roughness. Despite my
inner protest, tears start to trickle down my face. I've involuntarily started
to rut myself agents whatever comes in contact with my crouch. A sudden wave of
pleasure throws me deeper into my hungered lust. Simon has placed his foot
between my legs, harshly pushing down on my erection. My muffled moans start to
echo through the room along with his heavy breath and curses.
 
"Christ, Baz~"
 
I'm going to cum. Or bite. Or worse.
My lips quiver around him. The way he fills me so well, has me drooling. His
voice, sticky with want and delayed release. 
My name. He moaned my name.
Cowardly, he sounds like heaven. A lot more erotic then I ever dreamed. So
rough, his grip on my hair stings a little.  I can only imagine how he would
fuck me. Gods, him fucking me...
No, I refuse to cum well sucking him off. He would never let me live that down.
Seriously, I'm being pitiful.
I swallow and slide my tongue over the sift shaft that's gaping my mouth open.
To my pleasure, his grip on me tightens, and his gaze becomes fierce. 
"Ugfhh..S-snow"
 
"What?.Gonna cum?"
I make a failing attempt at nodding...Fucking Snow.
 
"Hm..."
 
He releases a finger out of my hair and brings it to his face. Looking all too
innocent, until lust takes over. A smug grin curling ever so slightly. 
 
"Too bad,"
 
The bastard.
 
With the demand he returns to his brutal pace, counting his constant press on
my crotch.
It's almost too sudden when his whole body tenses and hot streaks of cum fill
the inside of the mouth. I suck hard through the whole thing, making sure that
I've got every drop. Only stopping when I feel him go limp. I swallow the fluid
down in a gulp, tasting him all the way down.
"Thirsty, were we?"
His voice snaps me out of my aroused trance. He is unbelievably sweet for
someone so bitter.
"You came to me, Snow"
"yeah, but you know you enjoyed it too,..." 
I make sure to scuff at this as I get up off my knees. Snow closes the gap
between us almost too quickly when I'm finally upright. Hand on my hip, knee
already placed between my legs, he had me pinned already. Still dizzy from what
took place beforehand, I was in no position to stop him. As much as I saw it
coming, his breath hitting my ear sent chills down my spine. 
 
"Ready for your reward"
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Simon
 
'Yes Please.'
 
 
 It was written all over his face. 
He was more of a mess then I thought. Even now looking at him, I still can't
believe this person is Baz. Baz would never give me a blowjob. My Baz isn't
capable of making the face he's making right now. But he is. Bastion Grim Pitch
has pinned agents a wall, begging me to make him cum.
 Dame, that's hot.
 
"Snow, I have better things to do then snog some prick in a restroom...So, if
you don't mind, please get off of me."
 
 Okay, begging might have been an overstatement. Despite his efforts, the
pleading in his voice is apparent. I lean closer, pressing our hips together
well resting my face into the crock of his neck. A small tremble runs through
him when I press my lips agents the pale skin there. 
"Bastion...do you really want me to stop?"
His shoulders tense, posture going stiff under me. I begin to paw at his hip,
letting my hand roam to his sides and stomach. Placing light kisses along his
collarbone before stopping to bite down and pinch his skin. "S-snow". His
Adam's apple bobs as he swallows with nervousness.I line my tongue up his
throat. His skin cools to the touch. He moans, dreamily making an expression
that should be illegal. At my own impatience, a few buttons on his dress shirt
have come undone. When I slide my hand under his the cloth, he doesn't seem to
mind. The skin there a bit warmer than his neck. I drag my fingers along his
lower abdomen, taking in his shape. Now that I can see him clearly(shirt didn't
last long after the first button was lost), Baz is really thin. Sharp hips,
soft duvets, and dips...beautiful.
When I suddenly dig my nails into bare skin Baz yelps before letting out a line
of pleased moans. I  continue leaving light marks. His hands cling to my
clothes as he presses his face into my shoulder. I begin to suck on his neck as
I need at his stomach and cheats. He nearly screams when my fingers brush over
his nipple. His face flushing with color that I've never seen before. 
 
"Simon,..not there" he manages between gasps.
 
"Oh, you mean here?" I ask sarcastically well rubbing the nub between my
fingers.
"hah,mmh" if he wasn't being so cute right now, I would be laughing. The noises
are ridiculous as much as arousing.
"So, sensitive...Do you play with them?" his face relapses with emotion. First
arousal, then anger, and finally embarrassment.
"That's n-none of your business-".Cute.
I dip my head down to his cheats, taking one of the puckered stubs into my
mouth. His earlier protest fades away behind a load moan. His grip on me tight,
and back arching with pleasure.
"Oh, Fuck~...Simon, si-mon...I can't...ah, cum-ing.,"
His eyes squeeze shut and he leans on me completely, legs giving out. I can
only imagine the sticky mess forming in his pants, it's worth the blue balls.
When I'm sure he is finished I help him to stand by himself. Picking his shirt
up off the ground, I hand it to him. Standing close enough for him to feel my
breath I whisper in his ear," Head up to the dorm early. I doubt that you could
sit through class like this."
Before he can argue I pace out the bathroom. Toward my next class, already
noticing the trouble my hard-on is making.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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Simon
I run my hand's through my hair. The class has been dragging along slower than
usual. The time I'm in Greek with Penny, I'm losing it. I'm so distracted when
Penny asks what's up, I actually tell the truth. 
"It's Baz"
She scuffs"Why am I not surprised, when is it not Baz." Penny plops down in her
seat next to me as if she's upset (we both know it's an act). I love Pen for
this, for suffering through my 'rants' with only the occasional complaint.
She looks bored and I continue.
"Well, it also has something to do with how I transferred magic to him." She
turns to face me, looking a bit more interested. "It seems to last awhile after
we lose contact like I'm still connected to him in a way...". Penny is now
fully facing me, her eyes wide.
"Simon, even if I don't think he's a vampire set out to kill you, I still don't
think 'sharing' powers with him is a good idea." She sounds irritated, witch is
bad( I can't handle irritated Penny right now)."Pen, as much as I agree with
you, transferring magic to Baz is something that could be useful." My voice
strains a little. " And if I have to deal with him for awhile then so be it."
"Do you hear yourself? You of all people know how Baz can be."
"Well, do you have any other candidate to be my human lightning rod?"
Penelope's face scrunches up like a wet rag.
The class hasn't started yet but the few people how have filtered in have
started to stare.
"I don't understand why you won't let me help you with this. I'm your best
friend." She pauses
"Baz is a Pitch, Simon...a Pitch." 
"...I could hurt you. Baz- he's different he can handle it."
"And I can't ?" She puts her hands on her hips and laughs but not in a real
way. "Simon, don't insult me."
Penny and I were never big on fights...a little here and there but we never
fought for long. I sit up straighter and tilt my head, waiting for an
explanation for her foul mood. Penelope sighs and crosses her arms "Look,
Simon, all I'm trying to say is... you have been acting weird lately and if
it's because of baz then I'm obviously going to be concerned". Her voice is
softer but her eyes are still fierce.
"Yeah...your right, I'm fine don't worry about it. I promise that if anything
happens you'll be the first to know". I say with a world famous cooked smile,
knowing she'll accept. She looks at me with spectacle gaze and finally huffs
out a 'fine'.
I feel guilty for a living but it has to be done. Penny can't know about me and
Baz yet. I still have to figure out what I and Baz are exactly.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Baz
 
Once I manage to wander back to the dorm(fatigue starting to set in), I peel
off one article of clothing at a time.
Looking down at the mess in my boxers sends a shudder up my spine. The image of
Snow's sinister smile plays once again in my mind. A thick chill of disgust
claws through me. It leaves me bitter and tied in knots. I can still feel him
there, at the pit of my stomach...putting fire to flash paper. The feeling
fills me from head to toe. I breathe him in, intoxicating to no end.
I finish undressing. I head to the bathroom planning on getting in the shower.
I don't bother picking up my clothes from off the floor.
 
Standing there under the hot spray of water, I let my mind drift need be.
Earlier the way he looked at me with his eyes lustfully half-lidded. The blue
in them seemed to be darker. They held me with swirls of color. His gaze so
fierce and demanding. I felt so lost in him. I locked with those simple eyes as
everything around us grew more complicated. The cruel sneer and cold tone in
his manner. It was like...he was trying to break me with that stare.
He could if he is wanted to. I was right there, under him helplessly willing.
So ready for him to truly end me any way he wanted to. A sudden pain in my
chest rose at the thought. Somehow, the way he touched me was compelled. The
way he pressed against me felt as though he was searching for answers.
He wanted to know something, have something. Something that I proudly couldn't
give. He was being cruel and rash, but at the same time so bold. The only thing
I'm sure of is starting to change. Simon has never looked at me like that
before. Everything is changing, Snow is falling apart. My world right alongside
him. 
 
Simon
The rest of class is a bit of a daze. Thoughts of Baz seem to spill into
everything and my mind starts to dip into some type of erotic grope fest. It's
starting to freak me out. Was I always this attracted to Baz? Now that I've had
him I can't seem to think of him in any other way. The thought of Baz at this
moment is too much. Thinking itself has started to affect my well-being. So I
don't at all...which is something I'll probably end up regretting.
As I pace to our room, I start to skim over what happened this morning.
Thinking of how Baz came just from me playing with his chest. I wondered how he
chose to wait on me... I see him laying in my bed with his legs spread wide.
Shamelessly, his hips swaying and back arch to a new degree.
I walk a bit faster.
I want baz. In the worse way possible...but I also hate him. A part of me wants
to take everything from him. To strip him of all his secrets and strengths. For
him to be weak and needing me. I want him to be desperate. Because then he'll
want me the most.
***
Baz 
When I walk through the bathroom door Simon is waiting. He lays on it, with one
hand behind his head and the other playing with the hem of the bed sheets.
Looking effortlessly careless, with that shit eating grin of his. " Get out of
my bed, prick", I say standing over him.  His eyes slide in my direction, wet
and glossy and bored. 
"Or what?" God... are we really doing this? I haven't heard that come-back
since the second year when Snow was all too furious to have clever snapbacks.
I don't fake the sigh as I start to turn away from him and his childish
attitude. "Snow, stop it...this is pitiful, even for you." I start to walk away
when I feel Snow's hand wrap around my wrist and yank me down into my bed. Snow
positions himself on top of me and the world spins a bit faster.
 
Simon
Baz face pales to the new extent as I pin him to his bed. I press my weight
agent him so we're lined up, face-to-face.
Our eyes meet in a heated blur before I lower my head to his neck. I place wet,
rough kisses against his pale skin. Tasting him as I please.
I'm a little shocked when I feel how intense his body is shaking. He presses
his hands at my sides trying to push me away. I bring my head up to look at
him. Only then I  wish I hadn't.
Baz looks scared.
His face was scrunched up in disgust and distaste. His eyes were fire, doing
horrible things to my heart. He looked so pained, as he continued to try and
push me off. 
"Baz?". He shuddered and closed his eye shut tight. 
"Get off of me Snow." 
"Baz, what's wrong?"
"I said get off!" He pushed me with more force, sitting up this time. I wrapped
my arms around his back pulling us closer, despite his obvious protest.
The struggle ended with his face pressed against my chest and my hands in his
hair. He was still yelling and shaking...but he wasn't pushing anymore. I still
didn't know what was wrong but baz seemed to be calming down. I just need to
keep holding him, then he will be okay...right?
I don't know what to do. I don't think baz has ever been this emotional in
front of me and we have never cuddled before...so this is all new. 
"Baz...what's going on?"
His headshots up from were it was resting on me. His face is less terrified and
more furious. "Are you stupid!? How the hell am I supposed to know!?" He starts
to throw uncoordinated fists at me. It probably would have hurt more if he
wasn't all puffy. I grip him again and pull him on to my lap well he continued
his raging.
"Okay, okay..sorry for asking. Look...just, tell me why you're so upset."
His expression is still bitter but he opens his mouth to speak. "Snow, why did
you kiss me the other night? Why did you do all those things in the bathroom
and tease me?" He looks almost earnestly at me,"What do you want from me?" 
I take a moment to realize what I'm doing exactly. Baz is still sitting in my
lap. He looks impatient waiting for his answer. I decide I shouldn't keep him
waiting. "I kissed you because I wanted to know what would happen." Baz's face
sours into a scroll," But then this morning I...I don't know. I was just doing
without thinking... I guess."
"So, you're telling me you did all this...just because you felt like it?" I
sigh and pull him closer" I didn't just fell like it, I wanted to. Now stop
making this complicated." I lean in a bit and he pushes me away.
" No Snow...I want an answer"
"And you got one," I push him back down into the bed. 
"Snow...wait, nymph"
"Call me, Simon~"
"Simon, huh-!...wait a minute...I need answers,"
"They can wait...now is a fun time—"
"Uuuugghh"
 
 
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