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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Simon pulled away, glaring at Beckett. "I am not a cat. If I'm a cat, you're a gorilla."

"No, come backkkk!" Beckett whined, sitting up and looking at Simon with a small pout. "It wasn't an insult! It's endearing! Like, uhm, cats are regal and majestic and they can be scary and fierce and tough, y'know? But they still have a sweet spot for certain people, that's all I was saying!"

Simon raised an eyebrow. "If you say so," he said, only half-sarcastically, returning to his former position. "I hope you realize this makes you a gorilla."

Happy to see Simon return, Beckett didn’t put up too much of a fight to the gorilla claim. “How am I a gorilla? I think I’d be a dog. Plus that’d give us the cute cat person and dog person dynamic.” He shrugged.

Simon laughed. "I think that dynamic is pretty much out the window, what with you being the one who owns the cat."

“Well I mean dog person, not dog person.” Beckett smiled softly at Simon’s laugh. It was endearing. “That didn’t really make sense, but you know what I mean.”

Simon shifted so he could lay down and pulled Beckett down on top of him, keeping his arms wrapped around him. "So you're saying that I'm your cat."

Beckett’s face flushed slightly at the new kind of closeness but he welcomed it, keeping one of Simon’s hands in his and his other arm around his shoulder lazily. “No, you just have some amusing cat mannerisms. It’s endearing.”

He frowned slightly. "Cat mannerisms? I'm not going to start meowing for you on command."

Beckett buried his face in the crook of Simon's neck with a groan and a smile. "Nevermind, don't worry about it. You're just… pretty." His voice was slightly muffled, but his words were still decently clear.

Simon snorted. “Of course I am. But thank you for the sentiment.” He ruffled Beckett’s hair affectionately.

Beckett leaned into the touch happily, though his hair was probably a mess now. He didn't really mind, though. "This is nice."

"Good." Simon rubbed Beckett's back, closing his eyes and letting his head rest on the couch cushions.

Beckett looked up at him for a moment before closing his eyes as well and leaning against him with a smile of absolute, true bliss. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It had been such a stupid amount of time since he’d been this happy with someone before. He supposed it came back to how he’d been accidentally ignoring his own needs for who knows how long.

“Tell me if you want me to move or anything, okay?” Simon curled his fingers in Beckett’s hair. “I should french-braid your hair.”

Beckett nodded in acknowledgement. He seriously doubted he would ask to move any time soon. "I don't know if it's long enough for that," he mumbled softly. "You can try though, if you want."

"You'd have to sit up," he warned. "And I'm sure it is long enough. I can french-braid mine."

"Mmm…" Beckett thought about the proposition for a moment. "Later," he decided, nuzzling closer. He didn't want to move just yet.

"Whatever you want," Simon said, his tone gentle. And he did mean it, which was a new feeling for him.

Beckett was really, really trying not to cry. He was sure that Simon had seen him cry at one point or another, but this was different. "Thank you," he managed, knowing that his voice was probably a bit shaky. He was just so happy.

"You can cry, Beck. I've seen you cry before. Don't worry." He held Beckett tightly, worried that he had upset him somehow.

Beckett laughed softly. "Yeah, I- I know." He wiped a few stray tears away. The more he thought about how much he loved just being held like this, the more he realized how much he'd neglected that need. Simon's arms tightly around him just reminded him how much he'd needed this. He hadn't even known Simon very long and here he was, tearing up in his lap.

"No, you don't know. You're still all tense," Simon said. "Do you want me to move?"

"No," Beckett responded quickly. He just as quickly launched into a rambly apology. "I- I mean, if you want to move you can. Obviously. I'm not going to force you to stay. Sorry."

"If you apologize again, I'm going to throw you on the floor," Simon said, poking him. "I wasn't going to move unless you asked."