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Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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Simon bit his tongue. "I'm joking, Beck. I'm not going to stop you if you want to take off your shirt. Here. I won't even look." He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Beckett sighed, trying to hide his reddening face. There seemed to be many misunderstandings between the two of them, and that definitely didn't bode well for him and his easily-embarrassed self. "Y'know, for someone so big and scary you-you're really not great at social situations."

"Just figuring that one out? How do you think I got on the national fucking chess team? By being a popular person? I hid in my room and got in trouble on the internet." He opened his eyes, eyebrows raised slightly. "So, yes, naturally, I suck at reading social cues."

Beckett nodded quickly. "I- yeah, that makes sense. Sorry." He finished loading the dishwasher, clicking it on and hopping back up onto the counter. "…Will you. Um." He reached out his arms, making grabby hands at Simon.

Simon smiled slightly and held out his hands to Beckett. "Do what you want with them."

Beckett grinned, gently tugging him forward. He poked at the corner of Simon's mouth lightly, looking up at him triumphantly. "Softie."

Simon bit Beckett’s finger. “Maybe just a little bit,” he conceded. “Only for you.”

Beckett's wide smile grew, letting Simon bite him. He'd won, but that was too adorable of an admission to brag about it. "That's cheesy," he muttered instead.

Simon wrinkled his nose. "Sure it is, but you love it." He ruffled Beckett's hair lightly.

Beckett leaned into the touch slightly. "Maybe," he conceded after a moment. He'd always been a sucker for the cheesy romantic moments, he supposed.

"You do." Simon leaned forward and kissed Beckett's cheek. "You're basically a rom-com character."

Beckett huffed softly, not dignifying that with a response. He hadn't expected Simon to be so big on affection, but it was certainly a nice surprise. "You're soft," he observed, nuzzling closer.

"Thank you," Simon said, wrapping his arms around Beckett. "I feel like that just supports the fact that you view me as a cat."

Beckett hummed, shifting slightly to tug him closer. "I don't view you as a cat, I just see the similarities, and it's endearing." He began fiddling with Simon's sweatshirt strings again, wanting something to do with his hands.

“That’s very nearly the same thing,” Simon pointed out mildly.

Beckett rolled his eyes, glancing back up at Simon. "They're kinda different, though."

“Basically the same,” Simon said. “Can I kiss you?”

Beckett nodded probably a bit too quickly. "Yeah. Yes. That- that would be good."

Simon put his hands on Beckett’s thighs and kissed him. “Do you know that I like you?”

Beckett flushed, not expecting the hands on his thighs. It was definitely nice, though. "Didn't you tell me less than five minutes ago that you did not?"

“Sarcasm is the best weapon. And if I’m not mistaken, that particular comment led to is kissing again, so, you know, win-lose sort of thing.”

Thinking back on that moment, he supposed that Simon was right. "…Alright, well." Without any witty remark, Beckett just leaned forward slightly and connected their lips again.

“No argument?” Simon said. “I’m shocked. Shocked, I tell you.”

"Shut up," he mumbled, tugging him forward by his hoodie strings. "If you like me so much, then prove it," he said with a devilish grin.

"See, you say all of this shit to seduce me and I still can't figure out how to get you to take off your shirt," Simon said, kissing Beckett's jaw and then his neck.