So maybe the kitchen wasn't the most comfortable place to be making out.

But, seriously, Emily, Jack, and Nora were all gone (a family party or some shit that Simon politely declined, claiming school work which garnered a sympathetic nod from his mother and an exchanged grin between his father and younger sister) and Simon would have to be a complete moron to give up this opportunity.

Obviously, it wasn't just school work keeping Simon home, it was also Bram asking to come over because please, can you help me with math homework and big brown eyes that still managed to make Simon go weak at the knees when he attempted to explain function relations over FaceTime.

"Just...come over, I guess," Simon acquiesced, neither missing the shit-eating grin Nora gave him as she slipped on her shoes nor the growth of Bram's smile when he hung up.

"We're gonna be back late, okay?" Emily said, sweeping down to kiss Simon's cheek. "Don't stay up too late waiting for us. You have anyone coming over?"

"Uh, Bram needs help with math," Simon answered, seemingly engrossed in an essay detailing the usage of figurative language in The Great Gatsby.

"Okay," Emily said. "If that's all you two are going to do."

Simon glared at his mother who only smiled innocently before leading Jack (who was laughing heartily) out the door, followed by Nora who shot Simon a look.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Simon practically leaped ten feet in the air. Pausing the music blaring out of his phone at top volume (Sincerely, Me) he flung open the door to reveal Bram's grinning face and -

"You brought Oreos?"

Bram nodded, gauging Simon's reaction. Based on the smile creeping its way across Simon's face, Bram guessed that he had succeeded in providing a welcome gift to his boyfriend.

"Y'know, this almost makes up for making me do math," Simon said, shoving two Oreos in his mouth with no grace whatsoever. "Almost."

Bram stifled a laugh. "Yeah, well. Okay, seriously though, how the fuck does a horizontal shrink work?"

Simon sighed, pointing at a number in the function. "Okay, so, when a is less than 1 then it's a stretch, and when it's more than 1…"

"...it's a shrink," Bram finished, looking up at Simon. "Okay, okay. What about when a is less than 0?"

Simon launched into an explanation about reflections and how they affected shrinks and stretches, but, honestly, Bram was more interested in watching Simon's eyes brighten and his lips move and, damn if that wasn't sexy.

"...so basically you flip it over the axis and do the shrink or stretch," Simon concludes five minutes later. "Anything else?"

Bram started and glanced at the clock and then the textbook and then at the half-eaten box of Oreos. "Help me with transversals? The parallel lines ones."

"I'm your boyfriend, not your math tutor," Simon griped, flipping to the right page.

"My very smart, sweet, sexy boyfriend," Bram said in a low voice. He could make out a slight blush blooming on Simon's cheekbones.

"Shut up," Simon muttered, grinning like a fool in love. Which, he supposed, he really was.

"Make me," Bram murmured, leaning forward marginally.

"Okay," Simon smiled, getting slowly to his feet before dragging Bram up by the collar of his shirt. "Okay," he repeated, turning them so that the kitchen table was pressing into Bram's lower back.

"Yeah?" Bram challenged, eyes glinting.

Simon's response came in the form of his lips crushing into Bram's, soft and rough all at the same time, hands roaming everywhere, cascading over cloth and skin before resting at the small bit of skin peeking out from under Bram's shirt at his hips. Bram hummed quietly and pulled Simon closer, moving his lips across Simon's face and up his neck until his tongue flicked at the hollow underneath his ear and Simon had to swallow a moan.

"Bram," Simon gasped, saying Bram's name like it's a magical thing, accentuating the last two letters and letting out a soft breath of air.

Bram detached his lips from Simon's earlobe and returned to pressing against Simon's - until Simon ducked down and began his work on Bram's collarbone, a movement that had Bram letting one arm drop from its position around Simons neck to the table, gripping tightly. Simon grinned and bit lightly, eliciting a groan from Bram as Simon worked a bruise into his skin.

"We always - fu- we can't - even - f- study," Bram managed to force out, causing Simon to laugh quietly.

"Complaining?" Simon teased, tracing his lips over to Bram's shoulder and kissing the skin there.

"Never," Bram choked out, his hold on the table tightening and the other hand slipping up to tangle in Simon's hair.

Simon pulled back an inch and stares into Bram's eyes for a moment. "Never?"

Bram chuckled, leaning back against the table and threading his other hand through Simon's curls to join the first. "Never."

Simon kissed Bram's forehead and Bram used the opportunity to press his lips to the hollow of Simon's throat, tongue flickering out momentarily. He was rewarded with a half-curse, half-moan from Simon that had Bram beaming.

"I love you," Simon breathed, and just like that the world stopped and restarted, and stopped and restarted again.

Simon's cheeks went pink as he realized the words that had fallen past his lips. "I-I-"

Bram silenced Simon with a gentle kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. Simon made some sort of muffled sound that faded into a sigh as he melted into the kiss. Bram pulled away, and Simon remained staring at Bram's chest, his hand tracing the contours of muscle.

"I love you too," Bram said, partly amused.

Simon grinned up at Bram and was about to press their lips back together when a loud barking informed them that right, Bieber was still here.

Simon laughed and pushed off of Bram, who stayed leaning against the table for a minute before following Simon with one thought in his head.

He loves me.

Hi! So Bram and Simon are my absolute favorite and I had to write about them.