NSFW

The paint is cold against my wrist. I watch as he lets the brush kiss my skin with a pale orange. He glances up at me and smiles.

"Close your eyes."

I let them fall shut and focus on his fingers around my arm and the paint on my skin.

"Hold on," He whispers. The brush leaves my skin and I hear it clink against the side of the water bottle. He gets up from the bed.

"Eyes closed, baby boy."

I chew on my lip, listening to the rustling of him looking through the bag. It's silent for a moment and then music fills my ears. Truce by Twenty One Pilots begins to play. The bed sinks in front of me. I smile.

A kiss is pressed to the corner of my eye, the tip of my nose, and the very edge of my lips. Fuck.

Now the night is coming to an end.

The brush is back against my skin. I keep my eyes closed. The music swells in my chest and I feel tears prick my eyes. I am so happy.

A few minutes pass and the songs flow together. All songs I love.

The brush leaves my arm and I feel a cool breath of air hit the wet paint.

"All done? Can I open my eyes?" I'm giddy with excitement and joy.

"Not yet," He whispers. He continues to blow gently on the paint. And then he stops.

The bed shifts. His fingers brush my cheek, slip down my neck, and into my hair. My heart beats fast. I feel his warm breath against my face. It's shaky. His lips ghost over my and he pulls my face forward, pressing them together. He presses his hand against my chest and I let myself fall on the bed.

His nose bumps mine, our teeth crash together and our limbs get tangled in one another. It is simply a perfectly imperfect kiss.

When he pulls away from me he smiles. His grey eyes are glowing with the light of sun peeking through my curtains and his skin is honey. I lift my arm up and look at the art.

My wrist has an entire universe on it. Stars and planets and moons riddle my skin, standing out in the black background. I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful on my own skin before.

I kiss him again, a big kiss. A passionate one.

He pulls away and takes a breath, presses a kiss to my neck and sits up, leaning against my headboard.

"Take your shirt off," he says, his knees bent in front of him, arm draped over them.

I raise my eyebrow, my lips curving into a smirk.

"To paint, you pervert." He takes one of my pillows and throws it at me, laughing. I do as he says, my hands tugging the shirt off my back, tossing it aside.

"On your stomach," He instructs, shuffling over to me.

"The more you speak the more this sounds like the beginning of a low budget porno."

He laughs and kneels behind me, his fingers brushing my hips. "On your stomach, sweet boy."

I lose my breath, becoming dizzy with infatuation. I lay on my front, the pillow he threw at me rest under my arms and head. His legs straddle my hips and he leans down, his lips kissing the skin of my shoulder.

"Simon," he whispers into my ear.

"Mm?"

"I'm absolutely in love with you."

I exhale, my eyes closed. Fuck me.

He kisses my shoulder again and then the top of my spine.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He says it between kisses, his lips moving down my back. I think I might cry.

"You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, Simon. I love you."

I roll over under him, my lip quivering despite my efforts to keep it steady. He rests his forehead against mine and rests his hands on my freckle-covered stomach, the tip of his fingers brushing against the bandage.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his thumb circling my belly button.

I nod. If I speak I will cry.

"Are you sure, baby boy?"

I nod again and he kisses my jaw. "I love you,"

A tear falls down the side of my face. He pulls back and looks at me.

"Simon, what's wrong?"

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut. More tears fall.

"Simon," He whispers. He kisses my cheeks and then below my ear.

"I love you. I love you, Baz. I just- nobody has ever told me they loved me and meant it. I grew up thinking I would never be loved. And I mean, you just come here and show me the world. You're amazing, and...I love you. Thank you," My voice breaks and I take a deep, shaky, breath.

"Well, it's about time someone shows you how lovable you are," he says, his face pressed into my neck. "I love you. I will show you so much love you won't be able to handle it. Just wait; Simon Snow and the World of Love. Imagine that, a series based on you. You have the name, the hero name. Simon Snow. You sound brave, and selfless, and beautiful. Which is why the name suits you so well." He sits back up, still straddling my waist, a smile carved into his lips at the blush on my glowing face, which I'm sure is akin to a tomato. "How terribly sappy I've become. Where was I? Ah, yes."

He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. His skin is a soft red-brown underneath. "If you're shirtless it's only fair that I am too."

I smile and he presses a kiss to the dip of my collarbone. "Flip over, sweet boy. I want to paint on you."

"I want to kiss you," I whisper. He shakes his head and I lean up, kissing under his chin. "Forget the paint. I want your lips on mine."

He closes his eyes and I kiss his neck. "Your fingers in my hair."

I nip the skin. "Hips against hips."

He groans and rolls us over, hands gripping my hips, pressing them into his. "I love you,"

I slide my hands into his hair and wrap my legs around his waist. "I love you too. It's so amazing to say that. I love you Basilton Pitch."

He grins and kisses me, a peck, smiling as he does. And then he grabs the back of my head, pulls me into another smiling kiss, pecking softly again and again. I rest my elbows on his shoulders and let him kiss me.

"How are your stitches? Does it hurt to move this much?" He looks up at me, his face only inches from mine.

I shake my head, "I took painkillers when you went to your car. I barely feel it."

"Okay. Good."

"Can I give you a hickey?" I ask, my eyes pinned the beautiful soft skin of his collarbones, my fingers brushing against it.

"Oh god, I want nothing more."

I grin and kiss him swiftly, then lean down to the edge of his shoulder, kissing my way slowly to where his neck meets his collarbone.

He grasps my hair and pushes his hips into mine, my lips sucking at his neck. He moans.

I'm getting hard and so is he, I feel it pressed against mine. I pull away from his neck, which now adorns a soft purple mark. He looks at me for a minute and pulls my face to his, kissing me hard, his hips moving into mine.

I exhale into his mouth and he slides his tongue inside. My chest swells. I'm so full of love for him I might explode.

He wraps his fingers around my waist and grinds my hips down onto his. We're both breathing heavily when we pull away, his eyes looking into mine, hips still moving against hips.

"Fuck, Simon. I love you so much. You have no fucking idea."

I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm throbbing against him. He moves beneath me and lifts my chin to meet his eyes.

"I want to touch you. Okay?" He asks in a gentle tone, his fingers soft against my jaw. I nod, my cheeks flaming red and he kisses me, his fingers pulling off my sweats and my boxers. I kneel in over his legs.

He grips me in his hand and I let my eyes fall shut. My stomach is trembling with eagerness and lust. He slowly moves his hand. I try and keep my breathing even but it's hard. A simple touch and I'm almost thrown over the edge. I settle my forehead against his shoulder and whine under my breath. He keeps moving.

"Simon, I love you. I just-" He kisses my neck lustfully. "You're the most amazing boy I've ever met."

I shake my head, my fingers digging into his thighs. "I love you," He moves his hand faster, his lips sucking on my shoulder.

"Fuck- Baz-" I hook my hand around the back of his neck and let my teeth sink gently into his shoulder. My nails dig gently into his neck.

"Faster," I breathe into his neck.

"Like this?" He whispers, his hand moving torturously slow.

I groan, my head shaking.

"Oh. Like this?" He asks again, this time, his thumb moving up and circling the tip and then pressing down right on the center.

I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. "Fuck. Y-you're an asshole."

He laughs and I breathe out a chuckle. He pulls my head back to his shoulder and I let it rest against it. He moves his hand faster.

I furrow my eyebrows and pull my bottom lip between my teeth. I rake my nails down his chest.

"Again," he commands. "Do that again."

I bring my nails back up to his chest, dragging them slowly down to his lap. He breathes out and moves his hand faster.

"Baz- I'm close."

He smirks and swipes his tongue across the curve of my collarbone. His lips move to meet my ear, his teeth tugging at my earlobe.

"Cum for me, baby boy."

I moan, and let everything go. My breathing quickens, my moans get louder and my nails dig deeper. My teeth sink into his shoulder. He takes my chin in his hand and pulls my face to his, kissing me softly.

"I'm so fucking in love with you Simon Snow. I will never get over it. You are-" His voice breaks and his eyes squeeze shut. "Perfect. I love you."

I kiss him again. "I love you too."

He tangles my fingers in my hair and kisses my cheek, and my nose, and my forehead. "Where's your bathroom?"

I laugh and slide off him, laying back on my bed and pulling the sheets over me. "Just down the hall."

He stands from the bed. My face must be bright red. It's all over his stomach. He doesn't seem bothered by it, though. Instead, he leans over and pecks my lips, leaving my room without a word.

I get up and pull on my boxers. I peel off my bandage and rummage through my own bag to look for a new one. The skin is still raw. The pain meds are wearing off. I'll take some more in a couple hours. I stick the new bandage on and pull on a sweater.

Baz walks back in and wraps his arms around my waist from behind. "I love you. I'll never get tired of saying it."

I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. My cheeks hurt.

"I love you too. Do you mind me asking what else is in the bag?" I question, his forehead against mine.

He shakes his head and presses his face into my neck. "I want to show you but I also never want to let you go."

I grin and push my face into his hair. "Let's just lay down, then. The rest can wait."

He lifts up my legs and wraps them around his waist. He carries me to the bed with ease, laying down so we're face to face. His eyes droop and he smiles.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, his fingers brushing my cheek. "I brought snacks. Your favourites."

I grin. God my cheeks are going to be sore tomorrow. "Yes, please."

He leans over the side of the bed and grabs a paper bag. "What exactly are my favourites?" I ask, turned on my side, watching him unroll the top.

"Well, we have; cherry scones, mint aero bars, pink lemonade, and-" he reaches to the bottom of the bag and pulls out something wrapped in tinfoil. "Pizza."

I grin and sit up, resting my back against the headboard and my head against his shoulder. He handles me a bottle of lemonade.

"Thank you so much. You're so amazing."

He pecks my forehead and unwraps the tin foil, handing me a piece of pizza. Double cheese, my favourite.

"I'm happy that I'm in your life, Simon. I want to use every opportunity I get to make your life better. Fuck your dad. Fuck anyone who makes your life shitty, okay? I love you."

I look up at him and smile, bumping my pizza against his. "Together."

He grins and whispers, "Always."