SnowBaz Short Stories

Sexy Beast

"The wine is courtesy of the man at the end of the bar," he informed us, then walked over to another person.

"Kiss me again," Baz hissed. I shook my head, glancing down to the end of the bar.

"Maybe this guy just wants to be friends," I suggested.

"Simon. This is a gay bar. These people are looking for more than friends," Baz said.

"Then why are we here?" I asked.

"To have fun?" Baz responded, but it came out like a question.

"Yes. And maybe that's why he's here," I said, and walked over to the mystery man without waiting for Baz to respond. I could tell who he was because his eyes were trained on me, and a whisper of a smile was tugging on his lips. He had dusty brown hair, wide-set green eyes, and broad shoulders. He smiled wider as I walked over.

"Hello," he said, reaching out his hand. I shook it.

"Hello..." I trailed off.

"Steve," the man said. "And you?"

"Simon," I replied. "I just wanted to thank you for the drink. My boyfriend was grateful to have one less thing to pay for," I finished, trying to read his face for any reaction.

"Glad to help," Steve laughed, smile not wavering a bit.

"So what are you here for?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Well, I'm single as fuck, and- sorry, are you okay if I swear?" Steve asked worriedly. I laughed.

"Don't worry, it's completely fine," I smiled. Steve smiled back.

"Anyway, yeah, I'm single, but I also love safe spaces like this," Steve said.

"Are you gay?" I asked. "Like, do you exclusively like men, or..." I trailed off.

"Nah, I'm bi, so I guess I'm not totally qualified to be here, but-" Steve started, but I cut him off.

"Bullshit. You're part of this community, and you belong here," I insisted, my inner rights activist shining through.

"Thanks, Simon," Steve said, but his gaze was fixed on something over my shoulder. I turned around to see Baz mouthing the word 'mine' at Steve. I sighed.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Steve asked.

"Yep. I should probably get going," I replied.

"Okay. Nice chatting with you," Steve said, smiling.

"Remember to talk to lots of guys!" I called over my shoulder as I walked away. Baz was waiting for me when I got back to our seats.

"What was that about?" I asked him irritably.

"I just- I thought he was trying to make a move on you," Baz replied quietly, lowering his head.

"Oh my gosh- you're jealous!" I exclaimed, smiling.

"No, I'm not," Baz said, his face reddening.

"You're cute when you're jealous," I smirked, brushing Baz's cheek with my thumb.

"Please try not to make this jealousy thing a regular occurrence," Baz murmured, putting his hand over mine.

"Aw, don't worry. I'll try to be less attractive," I smiled.

"Crowley, that's impossible," Baz smirked in response. I grinned.

"Hey, you should meet Steve," I suggested. Baz's eyes suddenly became nervous again.

"The bloke you were just talking to?" He asked.

"That's the one," I nodded. Baz swallowed.

"Well, let's find him," Baz said. I smiled. We walked over to the end of the bar where I had seen Steve last, but he was nowhere to be found. I glanced over to the dance floor, and saw Steve. He wasn't just talking to a guy. They were full on, mouth-on-mouth, making out. Baz followed my gaze.

"That's who bought you a drink?" Baz exclaimed.

"Sure is," I smiled, leading Baz away. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired. Want to pack it in for tonight?"

"Sure," Baz replied, linking arms with me. "Let's go."

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"Hey," I said after we were about a block away. "Why did you have to say 'mine' to Steve earlier? You know I'm capable of telling him that I'm taken," I said. "It's not like I belong to you."

"I know you don't belong to me," Baz said. "Merlin, Snow, I don't know if you belong to yourself," he continued. "It's not entirely you I want, it's your love, and as the greedy bitch I am, I want all of it to myself," he finished. I raised my eyebrow, smiling.

"All of it?" I asked playfully. Baz bombarded my face with kisses.

"All of it," he replied. He began kissing my face again. This time, I caught his lips in mine, and my hands found the sides of his head. I felt his hands on my waist, holding on ever so gently. I could distantly hear the music from the bar, but I tuned it out. Baz grabbed at my every sense, and I let him. What a night, making out in the early hours, on a dark, but not quite lonely street. What a night.