As I'm sure you can tell based on the title... minors, begone! It's an @erotic-grope-fest collaboration from @stardustasincocaine and me!!
So I had this great plan to tease this fic, and post a chapter every day during EGF... and then I got Covid, and everything sort of got put on hold. So here we are, sliding in under the wire on the last day, to bring you the first of many chapters of absolute debauchery. Check out the (sfw) preview below, or head directly to ao3 to read the whole thing!
HUGE shoutout to @palimpsessed for organizing this event and also generally being a delightful human <3
“Jesus fucking Christ, ” I curse, shifting everything I’m trying to carry into one arm so I can scrounge around in my jacket pocket for my keys.
The pile wobbles threateningly, and I lift my knee to balance it as my fingers finally find what I’m looking for. Triumphant, I jam the key into the lock and shoulder open the door, depositing a heap of envelopes, several packages, and two bags of groceries onto the table just inside. I hang my jacket on the doorknob and shrug out of my jumper as quickly as I can; my wings are wicked cramped. Baz looks up from the sofa, where he’s cuddled under several blankets with his laptop perched on his lap and a tower of heavy-looking books stacked beside him.
“Why do we have so much mail?” I ask before he can say anything.
“I’m not sure; I suppose it’s the holiday season,” he says slowly.
I can tell he’s been immersed in whatever he was reading before I got home. Baz hardly ever gives himself a break, but he agreed to relax on the studying a bit so we could celebrate our first Christmas together in our flat. Last year, we split the holidays between Baz’s family and Nan and Jamie, but this year we decided to do our own thing. We still visited Baz’s siblings on Christmas Eve, and we had dinner at Nan’s for Boxing Day, but Christmas Day was just for us. It was honestly really nice, the two of us in our own little flat, having breakfast in bed and lounging around in our pajamas all day. But now, Christmas is over, and Baz is back to obsessing over his grades and classes, just like always. At the moment, however, he’s looking curiously at the crap I’ve just dumped all over the hallway.
“Pass me the mail, will you Snow?”
“Of course, your majesty,” I tease, gathering up the pile and taking it over to him.
Baz rolls his eyes at me and opens the first envelope. I can tell without reading it that it’s just our internet bill. I make my way back to the door and grab the grocery bags, heading into the kitchen to put the stuff away. By the time I’m finished and return to the living room, Baz has worked his way through all the envelopes and most of the packages. There’s some stuff we ordered for the flat that got delayed over Christmas– a new spatula, some hooks for the back of the door, and Baz’s fancy face wash. I snatch up a box of chocolates sitting on top of the pile and plop down in the big squashy chair across from Baz.
“‘Oo are ees rom?” I ask around a dark chocolate caramel.
“Daphne’s sister,” Baz replies without looking up.
He’s in the midst of opening the final package, a flat one in a cardboard envelope. I’m about to grab another chocolate when the look on his face stops me. The tops of Baz’s cheekbones have gone faintly pink, and his eyebrows are pinched together in the middle.
“Nothing,” Baz replies too quickly, clutching the open package to his chest.
“Doesn’t look like nothing…”
“Simon, please,” Baz begs, inching back into the corner of the sofa as I slowly stand and make my way around the coffee table.
“Please what?” I grin, leaning over him.
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