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 laughed again, more genuine than before. "Okay. Good, then." He could probably stay here all day, perfectly content. His head shot up suddenly. "Wait. You never gave me a kiss."

“I was waiting for you to ask. All you ever have to do is ask,” he said, kissing Beckett gently.

Beckett immediately melted into the touch, his hand coming up to cup Simon's cheek as he happily kissed back.

Simon pulled away and kissed Beckett’s hands, and then his wrists. He intertwined their fingers and kissed his lips again.

Beckett felt so warm. God, he’d missed this. He kissed back gently, slowly. He never wanted this to end.

Simon sat up, pulling Beckett with him and pushing his shirt up slightly, sure his hands were freezing cold.

Beckett shivered slightly, freezing for a split second before snapping out of it and moving in time with Simon. He had barely even done this before, so he unsurely kept his arms around his neck.

“Is this okay?” Simon asked, his voice coming out uneven and low.

Beckett nodded slowly. His stomach was flipping anxiously, and his heart racing. The only worry he had about letting Simon continue sliding his hands along his skin was that he would inevitably feel how hard his heart was beating, a dead giveaway.

“Beckett. You can touch me,” Simon said, gently taking his hands and placing them on his waist.

Beckett nervously glanced between Simon and his hands on his waist. “Are- are you sure?” This was all so foreign. He didn’t want to mess up somehow.

“Yes. Yeah.” He kissed Beckett, sliding his hands up farther.

Beckett leaned into the touches, shuddering slightly. He began to let his hands roam for a moment before just grabbing lightly onto the sides of Simon’s sweatshirt.

Simon pushed him backward carefully, pressing him against the couch and sitting on his hips. “I’ll stop if you want me
to,” he reminded Beckett.

Beckett leaned back when prompted, laying back against the couch. He wasn’t sure how far Simon was intending to go, so it was comforting to know all he had to do was say the word and everything would stop. He nodded absentmindedly, looking up at Simon with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Simon pulled his sweater over his head, tossing it unceremoniously on the floor. “Do you. . . Um.” He tugged on the hem
of Beckett’s shirt. “You don’t have to. I can put mine back on if you want.”

Beckett was sure that he had to be bright red at this point. As much as he tried not to stare at Simon's chest, he was only human. "I- um-" His words caught in his throat, he just nodded. "I just, uh- I don't know if I'm ready to uhm- y'know."

Simon made a strangled noise and fell off the couch. “I didn’t- No! I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean it in that way. Sorry- I got- carried away.”

Beckett sat up quickly. “S-Sorry! I- Are you okay? I just didn’t, uhm- I didn’t want to like, lead you on I guess? E-everything else is okay!” He timidly held out a hand to help Simon to his feet, not making eye contact.

Simon accepted Beckett’s hand and got to his feet, then pulled his hoodie back over his head. “I’m fine. I’m more concerned about you.”

Beckett had to admit that he was a bit disappointed to see the sweatshirt go back on, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I’m okay,” he said with an embarrassed chuckle.

Simon scrutinized Beckett for a moment, then said, "Are you sure?" He pulled the sleeves down over his wrists and fiddled with the piercing through his tongue.

"Yeah, I- why wouldn't I be?" Beckett frantically thought back over everything he'd said, thinking he might've accidentally said something weird that implied he was uncomfortable in the moment. He didn't think he had.

"I'm just making sure," Simon reassured him. "You just tend to speak without thinking. So I try to give you another chance and let you think about it."

"Oh." Beckett supposed he did do that quite often. He was still often surprised with just how much Simon knew about him- it made sense, he just forgot sometimes. "…Sorry," he said with a small, embarrassed laugh.