A.N. Hey guys! I legit just finished reading Carry On this morning and I couldn't help but write a little SnowBaz fanfic! Although, I didn't really mean to, it sort of just happened. I had the idea for their first kiss, and then things just escalated really quickly and got way more sexual than I intended, but hey, who am I to complain? So anyway, enjoy! And pleaseee like, review and follow, it would mean the world to me! If you guys like it and want it, I could write a follow-up chapter! :)

BAZ

It's late and we're fighting. To be honest, I don't even know why we're fighting anymore. I think it has something to do with the Mage, but I could be wrong. All our fights are just sort of the same to me. They all start the same and they all end up with me wanting to kiss him.

I wish he'd stop talking. I wish he'd just go away.

It's becoming more and more difficult to control myself, to hold myself back. He keeps screaming and I keep looking at his red lips. How I wish I could just shut his pretty mouth with mine.

He's getting closer now and I take a few steps back.
"Get back, Snow!" I shout.

"Why? Uh? What is it you'll do to me? Kill me?" He shouts back, getting even closer.

"Just go away." Please, I can't do it anymore.
He keeps shouting and pushing me. I wish I could just snap my fingers and disappear.

"Get back," I shout again, "or else –"

I didn't mean to say that last part, it sort of just came out. It seems to have triggered him even more and all I can see is his blue eyes frowning at me with such hate. He has this vein on the right side of his forehead, pumping blood, calling for me. Then there are his lips. Those beautiful red lips. The ones that hunt my dreams.

"Or else what?" He asks. "Just go ahead, I fucking dare you, Baz. I fucking dare you to do all the things you're thinking about right now!"

He doesn't need to ask me twice.

I grab his face and throw my lips against his. They're even hotter and softer than I had pictured in my head, and it feels like fire and ice finally colliding, merging into one element.

I think I expected him to push me away and punch me in the face or something, but he instead pushes me up against the wall and deepens the kiss and we're having a full on passionate make out session.

SIMON

I have no idea what I'm doing. I've never kissed a boy before.

Although, is Baz really a boy?

It's weird. No bad weird. More like, it's weird how I never knew how much I wanted this. How much I needed this. We're kissing like we need it to live. Like Baz is air and letting him go would kill me.

I don't want to let him go. I don't mean like ever, I mean, I know we'll have to eventually stop sucking on each other's mouths to, like, eat, sleep and everything, but I don't even want to think about stopping kissing Baz.

BAZ

Simon's mouth tastes like cinnamon, I like it. It tastes just like he smells, actually.

I grab the back of his head and push our mouths even closer together, as if that was even possible. My hand rests in his golden curls and I can't believe this is happening. If only he knew how long I've waited for this. To be able to grip that hair, to suck on those bloody lips, to have him pining me against the wall.

I want more.

I need more
Also, he did tell me to do to him everything I was thinking about, and I have to say, I have a dirty mind when it comes to Simon Snow.

I stop kissing him all of a sudden and he looks at me with those lost puppy eyes, and I can't help but smile. It's more of an evil smile actually. If he only knew all the things I was about to do to him, he wouldn't be looking at me like that.

"Baz-" he starts saying.

"Hush Snow, don't ruin it." I whisper in his ear before pushing him on his bed and jumping on top of him.

I've dreamt about being in this position so many times before and I can't believe it's actually happening. Simon Snow is mine to play with. I can do everything. I will do everything.

I lock my eyes to his, still smirking and I catch a glimpse of terror in those blue eyes of his.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a voice that's missing his usual confidence.

I stop smiling. I'm afraid I've gone too far. I mean, who am I kidding, why would Simon want me? I was just so cut up in the moment, in my own desire, that I forgot he might not want the same thing.

"I- uh, you told me to…" I mumble.

He did tell me to do everything I was thinking, but he thought it meant hurting him.

I couldn't get myself to hurt him, not really, not after this.

"Right," he said, thinking about it for a brief second, "don't stop."

I feel this pressure inside my chest, like my whole inside is on fire. I guess that's how it feels to be in love.

I also feel this pressure inside my jeans, but I know exactly the reason behind that.

Once again, I throw my mouth to his, pressing and moving my lips and tongue in ways I didn't know existed. I leave his mouth after a moment to move on to his neck. I don't know how many times I stared at his neck with burning desire. Sure, half the time I wanted to bite him, but those moles of his were my weakness and I dreamed one too many times about kissing each and everyone of them. They're all aligned into this sort of weird constellation and the more I'm looking at them, the more it feels like the constellation is showing me the way, like it's pointing in a specific direction. Like it wants me to go lower.

I start to unbutton his shirt and all I can hear is Simon's moans. All I can feel is his burning body against my cold skin. I feel my zipper ready to burst open at any moment.

I can't wait any longer. I tear apart his shirt and buttons go flying everywhere.

"Sorry." I say and he moans in response, which only encourages me to keep going.

I lay a trail of kisses on his stomach, making my way to his waist, making sure I kiss every inch of skin along the way.

I start kissing at the base of his jeans before looking up to meet his eyes. Crowley, he's so beautiful.

I guess he read my mind, because he gives me a silent nod before he jerks his head back.

SIMON

I've never had a blow job before. I mean, I have some experience with Agatha, but it was mostly over the clothes stuff.

This thing with Baz is definitely under the clothes stuff. It's way more sexual and passionate.

I feel my whole body tensing up, burning with desire.

And then I realize I'm literally burning up, like I'm about to go off any moment.

BAZ

He's glowing. Literally glowing. There's magic bursting out of every pore.

I stop and look at him.

"Fuck, Snow, I'm sorry!" I burst.

"Baz…" he says. It comes out as a whisper. Actually, I might have imagined him saying it.

He's shaking, he might be crying. I know I am.

I can't stand looking at him like this, I wish I could do something, make him stop.

I throw myself at him, holding him so tight, trying to make the shaking stop.

"Don't," he says, "I'll hurt you!"

"I don't care." I say, holding him even tighter./

I feel his magic burning my skin and I can't help but think, Simon Snow was always going to be the death of me, but why does it have to be while I'm giving him a fucking blow job?

I mean, our love was pretty much doomed before it even started. I'm a vampire, he's the chosen one, there was never a scenario where we'd both get out of this alive. I just wish I had more time. I wish we could've loved each other a little longer. I wish we could've made love without killing each other. I wish I could save Simon Snow.

SIMON

I don't know how much time has passed, but I eventually stopped glowing. I'm still shaking and Baz is still holding me tight in his arms, caressing my hair with his hand.

I am so tired, but I don't want to sleep. I don't want to wake up in the morning with Baz gone. I just want to stay in his arms forever, just like this.

"Baz…" I say with a tired and trembling voice.

"Shh," he says, "it's okay, I got you."

"No, Baz, I…"

It's hard to talk, I am so tired.

"I don't want to act like it never happened…" I finally say.

I feel him looking at me. "What? Like you didn't almost just explode?"

"No.. I mean us, I don't want you to act like it didn't happen… Like it didn't mean anything."

There's a moment of silence and then he squeezes me tighter. "I won't."

"You promise?"

My eyes are closing, I can't stay awake any longer.

BAZ

Simon fell asleep in my arms, his head resting on my chest. I feel his hot breath on my skin and I can't stop staring at his beautiful face. It's a good thing I can see in the dark, because I can stare at each and everyone of his freckles while letting him sleep peacefully. I can't help but smile.

"I promise, my love."