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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"What do you think it means?" Simon said quietly. "You're pretty smart, aren't you."

Beckett laughed softly. "Yeah." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt for a moment. "…What's stopping you?" He spoke softer than before, both in tone and volume.

“I don’t know. What are you going to do about it?” Simon said, leaning forward slightly toward Beckett.

Beckett had to look almost straight up to make eye contact with Simon because of the way they were sitting- it was almost comical. "I didn't realize you wanted me to do something about it."

“Hmm,” is all Simon said, gazing down at Beckett, his hair falling in his eyes.

Beckett sat up on his knees, nervous as all hell. Was he interpreting this wrong? Was this a bad idea? Probably. That didn't stop him from slowly reaching for Simon's hand, careful to make sure he had enough time to pull away if he wanted.

Simon didn’t move a muscle, watching Beckett and holding his breath. This was making him jittery, but he did his best to quell his shaking.

Beckett was somewhat surprised that Simon had allowed him to take his hand, though he tried not to show it. He ran his thumb over cool skin for a moment before lifting Simon's hand to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. "You want me?" He murmured.

Simon’s hand burned where Beckett had kissed him and he made a noise in his throat. “Are you just going to mess with me?” he said, his voice husky.

He shook his head, looking up at Simon with hopeful eyes. He really had no idea where this might go or how good of an idea it was, but he wanted to find out.

Simon carefully pressed his lips to Beckett’s then pulled away. He wanted to kiss him again but he didn’t, waiting for Beckett’s reaction.

Beckett's eyes widened for a split second before he looked down and twined their fingers together, looking back up at Simon with a gentle smile. He leaned up and gently connected their lips again.

Simon grabbed Beckett’s collar and pulled him closer. He had forgotten what it was like to touch another person. He felt real again, adrenaline (was it still called that if you were a ghost?) shot through his body, and without meaning to, he bit Beckett’s lip. Subconsciously he realized he’d probably hurt Beckett. He let go of Beckett’s shirt and moved away. “Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Beckett laughed breathlessly, climbing up onto the couch instead of just sitting in the floor. He'd found it more amusing than anything since it hadn't hurt too much. It was already reduced to just a soft sting. "It's okay," he reassured with a grin, reaching his hand up to make sure it wasn't bleeding and then displaying his clean fingers to Simon. "See? All good." He felt like he was floating- it'd been so long since he'd been romantically involved with someone, just now realizing how much he'd missed it.

Simon grabbed Beckett’s hand and pushed it down to his side. “I won’t do it again,” he said seriously, locking eyes with the other boy.

"Uh, okay." He nodded along, fighting a chuckle at Simon's seriousness. He did seem like the type to be overly serious out of nowhere, though, Beckett supposed.

“Don’t laugh. It isn’t funny.” He reached out and touched Beckett’s lips. “You act like everything I say is a joke.”

Beckett tried his best not to move, but a smile gradually overtook his face anyway. "I do not! I just-" He shrugged. "I dunno. I'm happy, I guess."

Simon smiled. “I’m glad that you’re happy.” He let his hand drop and closed his eyes for a moment.

Beckett leaned back quietly, noting to himself that he didn't think he'd ever seen Simon actually smile until now.

“Beckett,” Simon said tentatively. “I feel. . .” He waved his hand, trying to come up with the right word. “I feel very . . . possessive. Of you. Do you want me to stop feeling that, or is that okay with you?”

Beckett chuckled. "Yeah, that's okay with me." He thought it was pretty damn adorable actually, but he was sure Simon would have his head if he voiced that.

“Okay.” Simon nodded. He wanted to reach out and hold on to Beckett, but he shifted slightly and put his hands under his thighs instead.

"So, is this whole thing a recent development, or..?" Beckett gestured between the two of them. "Like, uh. Those… feelings?"

“They were there for a long time. I don’t know how long. Just- one day I realized.” He shrugged. “I'm not very good at recognizing my feelings.”