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All I want to get is, a little bit closer


All I want to know is, can you come a little closer?

I’m leaning against a wall, trying not to draw any attention to myself. Girls keep coming up to me, being overly flirty and I have to tell every single one of them that I’m bloody queer and not enough drinks can change that

Of course, Snow invited me to a party. Only Snow can manage to get invited to a frat party without being in a frat, or without being in college for that matter. He probably got invited by the Starbucks barista, who I know has a massive taking for him. Snow is either oblivious or loves the attention, but today he came bubbling up to me when he got back after getting my coffee.

“We’re going to a party tonight!” He said, shutting down my laptop. I opened it right back up. I had a paper due that I needed to finish. And I kept getting distracted every time I tried to write it. (“Baz, please. We haven’t been to the zoo in so long.” “Baz, please, I wanna learn this card game.” “Baz please, I want you.”)

“It’s a Thursday.” I said, not looking up to meet him. He spins my chair around and he’s hovering over me (quite literally, he’s flying, he’s only 3 inches off the ground I don’t know why he wastes his breath on something like that)

“Wrong. It’s a party day. It’ll be fun! Come on Baz. Please. We haven’t let loose in so long.” 

I hate when he pleads. Cause I can never deny him. And he knows it (he knows I’m so crazy about him. So desperately in love with him that he always gets what he wants) ((and I always give it to him)) (((I’m okay with always giving Simon what he wants)))

“I’m finishing my paper first. You keep distracting me.” He gives me a wide smile and I’m about to turn back around but he stops me before I can and kisses me, while he’s still flying slightly above me. He pulls away (why? Stay on my lips forever. Mumble the words you speak into me so you’re a part of me forever) and he’s still grinning. “You better be quiet Snow. If I don’t finish, I’m not taking you to the party.” He smiles, nodding along.

“Yeah yeah yeah you bugger. Finish up.”

I finished in about 3 hours, and it would’ve been perfect if Snow let me reread it for the 3rd time and make sure there weren’t any mistakes (“Babes, I’m sure it’s perfect. Anything you do is perfect”) and we got ready to go. I spelled his wings and tail gone (not invisible, completely gone. I’ve gotten better at the spell) and we got in my car and drove to the address the barista gave Simon. We’re weren’t entirely on the lot but I already heard the music and the cheering and whooping of guests. I rub a hand over my face while I look over at Simon who looks so excited.

“Why do you want to go to this party so bad?”

“I didn’t go to parties at Watford. I was too busy thinking you were gonna kill me or figuring out the Humdrum’s next move, parties were the last thing on my mind.” I mumble no genuine words in response, finding parking that’s far enough from the house that my car won’t get wrecked if something happens, but close enough that it’s not that bad of a walk. Simon is tugging my arm, trying to speed up the process of us walking to the frat house.

Eventually, we entered and Simon is buzzing and humming beside me.

“Wicked! Look, there’s someone at the keg stand.” He had let go of my hand at that point and wandered off.

“Snow-“ but he’s too far already. I sigh. I don’t want to drink a lot if I have to take care of Simon in the possibility that he goes and drinks a ton.

So that’s how I managed to be here on this wall. Sipping whatever alcohol is in this punch. My eyes are on Simon. I found him talking to some girls. I can hear their entire conversation. (“You’re gay? That’s so cool! I like boys too! Let’s be friends.”) He seems to be having a good time, and I don’t want to interrupt him. I just wish he was a little closer to me. We came to this party together and we’re on opposite ends of the house. 

The next thing I know, Barista comes up to Simon. Simon smiles at her and she places a hand on his shoulder. He’s so oblivious, he has to know that she’s flirting with him (maybe he doesn’t though) ((Maybe when he says he only has eyes for me he truly means it)) (((I know I do)))

I hear him excuse himself from her gaze and grasp and I don’t know where he goes. My eyes frantically look around for him.

“Snow.” I hiss to myself. 

“Yes, Baz?” I press against the wall, Simon is right in front of me, peering up at me, gleaming like he’s the happiest guy in the world.

“Having fun?”

“A little. I would have more fun if you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I came to this party for you love. I’m happy if you’re happy.”

“Well, I’m not happy then.”

“Why not?”

“Cause you aren’t enjoying yourself!”

“It’s fine Simon. I’m here for you.”

“Well, if that’s the case. Let’s dance.”

“I don’t dance.”

“You will. For me. Please?”

I groan, but I nod. (I can never say no to him) He pulls my arm and peels me off the wall. He walks to the middle of the floor and starts dancing to the song.

“I don’t know how to dance to this.”

“Just do what feels right!” He’s bobbing his head to the music and moving his hips to the tune. 

Just do what feels right.

Here comes the breath before we get, a little bit closer

I inch myself closer to him, closer and closer till there’s little space between us. He looks up and smiles at me.

“This feels right.” I whisper to him. He nods and continues dancing close to me.

Here comes the rush before we touch, come a little closer

I place my hands on his hips, bringing him closer to me. He throws his arms around my neck, bringing himself even closer to me. He’s basically grinding on top of me. I’m not complaining. (He can grind on me all he wants cause holy shit)

The doors are open, the wind is really blowing

The night sky is changing overhead

“Do you wanna step outside?” I purr into his ear. He nods. I grab his hand and lead him to the back door. There are still too many people. There are some stairs that lead upwards, so I go upstairs with him. We’re on a little balcony, and there’s no one around us. He’s looking up at me with an intensity in his eyes.

I kiss him with the same intensity.


It's not just all physical

Baz is kissing me so sweetly, almost like I’m made of glass and he’s afraid he’s gonna hurt me. (He could never hurt me). His hands are on my cheek, stroking them softly. He pulls apart, but not enough that his lips are completely off my lips.

“I miss kissing you.” He mumbles.

“You kiss me all the time.” He laughs, capturing my lips again.

“It’s never enough. I could spend an eternity on your lips.” (I could too. But Baz is always better with words than I am. So I just show him that I love him. He’s always telling me.) ((I mean, I tell him too. But he has a way of saying things that’s incredible))

I'm the type who won't get oh so critical

Baz brings me even closer to him. I don’t mind. I’m not mad. (I wish we could. Entwine our bodies together.) 

So let's make things physical

For a minute, I forget that we’re at a party (he has that effect on me). I forget that I kind of forced him to come here, that I was so excited for this party cause when he’s kissing me like this, as the entire world depends on it, I forget everything. I only start to think about one thing when we’re tangled together like this.

I’m tugging his hair, bringing him even closer to me. His hands are rubbing my waist, sliding back and forth, before settling on my lower back and driving me closer to him. I don’t know who’s tongue slips in first. I don’t care. I let him dominate me. I let him melt me with his mouth.

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical

I part from his lips, only for a quick second. He looks down at me and he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whisper to him.


I won't treat you like you're oh so typical

“Me? If I’m beautiful, that makes your looks indescribable cause no one is more beautiful than you, Simon.” I whisper back to him. He beams.

All you think of lately is getting underneath me

I don’t know how long we’ve been out here. How long we’ve been kissing. How long we keep pulling each other closer and closer to each other. I do know, Snow is incredibly turned on.

All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

I also know that I’m incredibly turned on.

Here comes the heat before we meet, a little bit closer

Eventually, I have Simon pinned on a wall nearby. I’m rubbing his hard-on through his jeans. He’s moaning into my mouth and it’s hot, it’s all so hot. 

Here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer

His hands go to my hard-on as well. Before I know it, I’m in his hands and he’s in mine. We’re both jerking at an incredible pace, moaning into each other’s mouths. I don’t even care that we’re still at a party and that anyone can hear us moaning out loud right now. All I care about is Simon’s fingers on my cock, and mine on his. All I care about is how his head is thrown back, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, slightly stopping when he moans.

I want you close, I want you

I won't treat you like you're typical


I don’t know how we got here. I don’t care. It’s so risky and careless and so fun and so hot.

I want you close, I want you

I won't treat you like you're typical

His pace quickens, so I quicken as well. I want to be brought over the edge at the same time as him. 

Here come the dreams of you and me

Here come the dreams

I wouldn’t dream of doing this with anyone else. I wouldn’t dream of being in someone else’s arms. 


Here come the dreams of you and me

Here come the dreams

(I would fuck him here. But it’s too public. That kind of adds to the excitement to be completely honest. But I would let have him do anything that he’s uncomfortable with) ((but I’m gonna be dreaming about doing a lot more to him on the car ride home))

He’s close. I can tell. He’s bucking into my hand at a quicker pace, wanting release. I grant it to him. He’s spilling into my hand, my name on his lips. I’m coming soon after, his name on mine.

All I want to get is, a little bit closer

I quickly spell us clean and put both of our softening cocks away. He wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my chest. I rest mine on the top of his head, planting a little kiss.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He says.


Baz nods. We club down the stairs and trample into his car. He drives us home, one hand on the steering wheel, another holding mine, occasionally kissing it when we’re at a red light (He's always so gentle with me. So gentle with me. So caring with me. It's so different from the Baz I met back at Watford who was always threatening me.) ((I mean, I know now that it's because he wanted me. But it's still a different Baz. Something unlocked when we officially started dating.)) (((He's still snarky as ever and will call me stupid and other names, but it's still different.))) ((((Different because we make out, we cuddle, we cook breakfast together. Well, he cooks breakfast, I wrap my arms around him and plant kisses all along his bareback for support. DIfferent because we make love. Because no matter how filthy our dirty talk is, he always strokes my arms, my shoulders, my entire body. Soothing me from my high, planting relentless kissing))))

We both shower together and get into bed. He's holding me, as my wings and tail are still spelled gone, so he can truly wrap his arms around me. My back is to him. He's running his hands over my shoulder, kissing it over my shirt. 

All I want to know is, can you come a little closer?

I turn around so that I'm facing him. He smiles down at me. I smile at him.

"Did you have fun at the party?" I ask him. He scoffs.

"You could say that. I enjoyed the latter end of the party." I feel myself starting to blush. He caresses my cheek with his hand, and I press my face into it, wanting to get closer. Always wanting to get closer. 

"Maybe I'll invite you to more parties." He laughs, shaking his head. He kisses my forehead.

"You're bloody funny. Go to bed love. I adore you. I love you."

"I love you." I kiss him on the lips before resting in his arms.