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Kissing....without kissing (:

ok so this is kinda based on that scene in trc where they just kinda rub faces in the car bc if they kiss Gansey will eat shit and die. This time Simon will eat shit and die (:

enjoy~

Baz’s hand slid over the steering wheel. A small sigh blew from between his lips. 

Simon cracked his neck and gazed out the window. The street was damp, so the lights were reflected in bright long stripes. He licked his lips because they were chapped. They were chapped because he kept licking them. Vicious cycle.

They crawled to a stop. A red light caressed their faces.

Baz chanced a look.

Simon chanced back.

A swallow.

Lips licked. Simon tastes blood this time.

“You need some chapstick.”

A tongue pokes the wound. “Yeah.”

A breath hitches. Breathing stops.

The middle of the night. They’re alone in the world.

“Baz.”

“Yes?”

“The light’s green.”

Eyes find eyes again. His mouth drops open to reply. Less than a second passes.

Simon launches himself over the console, gripping Baz’s face, pressing their foreheads together, noses hugging, breaths weaving together.

Lips not touching.

Baz’s hands shoot up to grip Simon, hold him there, selfishly taking everything he can get. Their faces move against each other, lips kept just far enough apart.

Lips drag across cheeks. Tongues dart out to taste, something forbidden.

If this is what not kissing Simon is like, then...

“Baz,” he pants.

“Snow.”

“Not that,” he whines. His lips are hanging open, the bottom one still bloody. Baz lets himself lean in and, with the very tip of his tongue, prod the wound. This doesn’t count, he half-prays as he tastes pennies. Surely, this doesn’t count.

“Simon.”

The light turns red again.

They don’t notice.