forum "I'm used to being seen through but it feels so bad when it happens with you." // OxO // CLOSED! (Stalkers get ravioli)

Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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He nodded in understanding, falling silent again. Glancing over at Simon, Beckett finally noticed that he was sitting on his hands for some reason. He cast a questioning, amused look at Simon.

“What?” Simon said, noticing Beckett’s expression.

"…What are you doing?" Beckett would be the first to admit that he sat in weird positions sometimes, but he hadn't expected Simon to have that habit as well.

“Oh. The hands. I want to touch you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He shrugged.

"Oh! You should've just said that." Beckett laughed, moving closer. "You can, if you want." He wasn't for sure on what Simon meant when he said 'touch', but Beckett assumed he would go for hand-holding or something.

Simon reached out and cupped Beckett’s face, savoring the warmth of his skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, touching Beckett’s hair.

Beckett was a bit surprised that Simon already felt comfortable being close like this, but he definitely didn't mind. "Okay," He mumbled, practically melting into the touch. It'd been so long since he'd been with someone like this. It was nice.

“Okay,” Simon repeated. He tipped Beckett’s head upward, lightly brushing his Adam’s Apple. “You have a good jawline,” he remarked, kind of on accident.

Beckett fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously, looking away. "…Thanks," he responded softly. He'd never really thought about his jawline specifically, but he supposed it was alright. Though still a bit flustered, he'd gone pliant under Simon's touch and shifted wherever he guided him.

“Do you want me to stop?” Simon asked worriedly. He pulled his hand away. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He was generally a very careful person like this, but even more so with Beckett, because this was so new to him.

"I'm not uncomfortable," he laughed fondly. "It's just been a while since I've… y'know. Been with someone. Like this. I'm okay, I promise." Beckett hadn't expected Simon to be so gentle. It was endearing.

Simon smiled slightly, holding out his hand between them. “So it’s a good thing, then?”

He nodded in response, taking Simon's outstretched hand in his. "Yeah. It's a good thing." Beckett's voice was breathy and soft as he spoke. He felt a bit like he was dreaming.

“Can I kiss you again?” He was sure his hand was shaking in Beckett’s grasp but he didn’t pull away.

Seeing Simon so gentle and nervous was definitely a sight, though Beckett supposed that it just supported the idea that he really did feel for him. For some reason. "Yeah." Squeezing his hand gently, Beckett leaned forward and carefully pressed their lips together, his eyes fluttering shut.

Simon pulled away slightly. "I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you," he said softly. "I don't want that. So. . . just make sure. That I don't hurt you."

Beckett nodded, heart swelling with affection. This was just too sweet. "Okay." His other hand found it's way to Simon's as well, holding it between both of his now.

“Thank you,” he said. “I think that you’re very pretty. Sorry. That was weird. Nevermind.” He shook his head. “Forget I said that.”

Beckett would've burst into sudden laughter at the suddenness of the compliment were it not for the worry that Simon would misinterpret it. "Nonono, it's okay! That was- it was kinda adorable." He chuckled softly. "And thank you," he added. "You are as well."

Simon was slightly miffed at being called adorable, but he didn't show it. He reached out and lightly touched the top of Beckett's head. "I like your hair, too."

Beckett leaned into the touch with a wide grin, face dusted a light red at all the praise that came out of the blue. Not to say he didn't enjoy it, of course. "I like your eyes," he murmured, wanting to contribute something.

“Thank you,” Simon said. He wasn’t used to compliments, so he avoided eye contact, unsure what the etiquette was here.

He gently reached his hand up to cup Simon's cheek, softly turning his gaze back towards him. "You can't look away right after I say I like your eyes, where's the sense in that?" Beckett leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of Simon's nose with a quiet chuckle.

Simon blushed. "I'm not used. . . I'm not usually complimented. You know, since I'm dead and all." He tilted his head into Beckett's touch.

Beckett's heart swelled. "Mm. Well you'd better get used to it." He would be absolutely showering Simon in praise whenever he could. It hurt a bit to know that he'd gone so long without being cared for like this.