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Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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Beckett thought back on his exact words, realizing that he had in fact called Simon hot. And as soon as the flush on his skin had faded, it was back, along with a sheepish smile, a shrug, and an avoidance of eye contact.

“Was it an accident?” Simon asked. “I mean, I don’t care,” he added quickly.

"I-I mean-" He hadn't necessarily meant to call Simon hot, but he definitely was. "It… wasn't really an accident," Beckett finally replied.

“Huh. Alright.” Simon nodded. “I think you’re hot too,” he said. “Just so you know.”

Beckett looked down at his lap. He'd never thought of himself as hot, and he half wondered if Simon was only saying it because he felt obligated to. "T-thanks," he mumbled, smile audible in his tone.

“You’re extremely welcome, Beck.” He watched Beckett, a slight smile on his face.”

He looked up, skin flushed and eyes wide, unsure if he'd just missed the last part of his name or if Simon, supreme angst lord, had just given him a cute nickname.

“What?” Simon said. “Look, if you’re going to nickname me, I get to nickname you back.”

Beckett nodded quickly, effectively shaking himself out of his stupor. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just didn't expect it." He grinned. "It's cute."

Simon frowned. “I am not cute,” he said angrily. “I am not cute,” he repeated.

"Right, of course. Not at all." Beckett rolled his eyes with a small smirk, reaching for Simon's hand and pressing another soft kiss to the back of it.

“I’m not,” he protested. “How am I cute? Demand for proof.”

"Nonono, you're right. You're… you're a, uh, a real tough nut to crack. You're so… mysterious. And dangerous."

Simon made a noise of impatience. “Yet again. You are a horrible liar.” He squinted at Beckett. “You really do think I’m cute, don’t you?”

Beckett shrugged, swinging his feet like a child might if they were bored. “I mean, yeah, kinda.” Truthfully, he hadn’t found Simon cute until he’d admitted his feelings and gotten all nervous and fidgety. That part was absolutely adorable.

“Ack. Whatever.” He waved a dismissive hand. “I will find a way to remove that term from your descriptive vocabulary.”

"What-what's that supposed to mean?" Beckett frowned, looking mildly concerned.

"I'm not going to let you call me cute anymore," he said. "I refuse to stand by and watch my bad-boy reputation crumble to the ground at the hands of a purple-haired librarian."

Beckett laughed. "You're cute," he retaliated, sticking out his tongue mischievously.

Simon growled. "I AM NOT CUTE," he said loudly, poking Beckett's chest with every word. "I AM NOT ADORABLE. I AM ANGRY AND RUDE ALL THE TIME."

"Pfft-" Beckett had honestly expected that he was digging himself into a deeper hole than this. This was pretty amusing. "Right, you're not cute. You only get all blushy and nervous when I get close to you, and can't think of any better way to prove your claim than by poking me. What's cute about that?" The question was phrased as if it were a statement, showing that Beckett wasn't really asking.

Simon thought for a moment, then said, "You asked for it." He reached forward, grabbed Beckett's collar and dragged him to the living room, throwing him on the couch. He jumped on top of him and shook Beckett's shoulders violently. "I AM NOT CUTE!"

If it weren't for the yelling and shaking, Beckett probably would've gotten a bit hot under the collar. Or at least a bit intimidated. He just chuckled. "Si, calm down. It's not a bad thing, y'know."

Simon sat back on Beckett's legs, glaring at him. "I'm not moving until you revoke your claims," he said imperiously, looking down at him, eyes narrowed.

"Oh no. You're not going to get off my lap. How will I cope." Beckett raised an eyebrow with a smile. "You're really not good at this whole 'punishment' thing," he hummed, tugging Simon closer.