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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Beckett rolled his eyes, glancing back up at Simon. "They're kinda different, though."

“Basically the same,” Simon said. “Can I kiss you?”

Beckett nodded probably a bit too quickly. "Yeah. Yes. That- that would be good."

Simon put his hands on Beckett’s thighs and kissed him. “Do you know that I like you?”

Beckett flushed, not expecting the hands on his thighs. It was definitely nice, though. "Didn't you tell me less than five minutes ago that you did not?"

“Sarcasm is the best weapon. And if I’m not mistaken, that particular comment led to is kissing again, so, you know, win-lose sort of thing.”

Thinking back on that moment, he supposed that Simon was right. "…Alright, well." Without any witty remark, Beckett just leaned forward slightly and connected their lips again.

“No argument?” Simon said. “I’m shocked. Shocked, I tell you.”

"Shut up," he mumbled, tugging him forward by his hoodie strings. "If you like me so much, then prove it," he said with a devilish grin.

"See, you say all of this shit to seduce me and I still can't figure out how to get you to take off your shirt," Simon said, kissing Beckett's jaw and then his neck.

Beckett leaned back slightly with a breathy sigh, tugging off his shirt. "There. Is that better?" He dropped the bundled up fabric onto the counter beside him, crossing his arms.

Simon grinned. "Yeah, much better. I mean, I can't pull on the collar of your shirt anymore, but I think it's a step up." He touched Beckett's stomach lightly.

Beckett shrugged. "I'm sure we can find some other alternative." He hesitantly moved his hands, leaning back with a shiver. He hadn't ever been insecure about his body per se, but he'd also only been in a situation remotely similar to this one once or twice.

“Was that okay?” Simon said apprehensively, dropping his hands quickly.

Beckett nodded quickly. "Yeah. Yes." He cleared his throat. "I- Si, I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable, okay?" He chuckled softly. It was cute how he kept checking in.

“I just want to make sure!” he said defensively. “I don’t want you to think I don’t really care about you.”

Beckett leaned forward and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to Simon's lips, somewhat as an effort to get him to stop talking. "I know," he said when he pulled back slightly.

"Good. Okay." Simon smiled slightly. "If you want me to shut up, you can just say that, Beck."

"Mmh, I think my way was more fun." Beckett repositioned his legs, leaning on the palm of his hand as he looked up at Simon.

"I'm not complaining," he said. "Just- you know. A suggestion."

"I'll keep that in mind for the future," he hummed. Aimlessly swinging his feet, Beckett had to resituate slightly to avoid kicking Simon. "Now are we just going to sit in the kitchen and banter, or what?"

"It doesn't really matter to me," Simon said. "You seem to have me wrapped around your little finger and also might carry me around like one of those little dogs in purses."

Beckett's lip quirked in amusement. "I've got you wrapped around my finger, huh?" It was greatly amusing to hear Simon say something like that.

Simon tipped his head. "Yeah, pretty much."

Beckett looked at him for a few seconds, saying nothing as his mind ran. After a moment, he quickly looked away and cleared his throat. Nope nope nope. Not thinking about that right now. "I, uhm- I'm gonna put my shirt back on, then." He decided with a small chuckle, reaching for the shirt on the counter next to him. As much as he would've loved to keep it off, they were just talking now, and it was kind of chilly.

"What was the face about?" Simon said, shaking his hair out, making it poof up. "And I don't mind if you put your shirt back on. Well. I do mind- but, you know."

Beckett shook his head. "I- nothing. I didn't make a face. Don't worry about it." He responded, trying to change the topic as smoothly as possible. Which, knowing him, wasn't very smooth. He tugged his shirt back on. "You can always take it back off later, it's a bit too chilly to just sit here shirtless though."

"Hm. Alright then." Simon picked Beckett up and carried him to the couch, curling around him protectively. "You want to watch that show you were watching yesterday?"

Beckett made a surprised squeak noise, scrambling to grab onto Simon. How the hell was he able to do that like it was nothing? Dropping onto the couch, he looked back at Simon as much as the position he was in would allow. "How- didn't you say you were, like, tucked away in your room all the time? How are you so strong?"

Simon shrugged. "Good genetics, I guess. And you aren't exactly a Monster Truck, you must realize." He pressed closer into Beckett, burying his face in Beck's shoulder.