Baz Creepily Watches Simon Sleep
Baz watched Simon with piercing eyes, a gaze almost pointier than his fangs.
Fangs? What fangs? He thought to himself, mocking his crappy efforts of concealing who he is, what he is.
Simon tossed in his sleep like stir-fry and Baz shot his attention back to him, like a guard who had fallen asleep on duty. Simon's hair was pushing the limits of being one entity of curly tangles and Baz cursed himself for thinking how adorable it was.
Adorable and sexy.
Damnit.
So much for him moving on from this weird pervy obsession with Simon Snow. Every year Baz promised himself things would be different and every year he broke the promises miserably.
Correction: they are different, very different. Somehow with every passing year Simon Snow becomes more desirable to Baz, and every year he becomes more unattainable.
The summer doesn't help, either. You'd think being away from the snowball would make Baz forget or dull his feelings, but nope. He'd go to bed every night playing scenarios out in his head. Dirty rotten scenarios.
He'd crawl into bed and think to himself, Alright Snow, where'd we leave off.
So there he was, staring at the man of his dreams-or pre-dreams-longingly. More anger went in to his gaze then longing, actually. He wanted to rip Simon to shreds. Or maybe it was his clothes he wanted to rip to shreds...
Baz let out a wicked humph that spoke to his frustration.
"Baz?"
Baz froze, he didn't dare say anything.
"Basil, did you just growl at me?"
"I don't believe I did, no." Baz said as coolly as possible, still holding on to his breath for dear life.
"But you are awake."
"Are you some sort of idiot, Simon? Yes, I'm awake... now."
"Oh, sorry. I woke you up."
Baz went along with this, this was good, this put him in the clear. "Don't worry about it, Snow. We all know everything revolves around you, it's you're world I'm just living in it."
"Just shut up, Baz."
"You're the one that yelled at me about growling while I was in a deep tranquil sleep state!" This was Baz's favorite activity, pushing Simon's buttons. Well, I suppose he would prefer pushing Simon's tangible buttons, but this would have to do... for now.
"I said I was sorry! Do I have to come over there, get on my hands and knees, begging for forgiveness?!" Simon was nearly yelling now.
Thinking of Simon on his hands and knees made Baz's breath come unevenly. He was nearly panting.
"Probably."
"Goodnight, Baz." Simon said with finality.
"Night, Snow." Baz said more to himself.
And he stayed up two more hours watching him toss and turn in his bed wanting to do nothing else but curl up next to him and comb his long slender hands through Simon's tangled hair.
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