Baz
"Prince Basilton, the king is requesting your immediate presence. Report to the throne room instantly," the guard huffed stiffly. I lowered my violin and planted a cold sneer onto my face, nodding curtly. I follow the guard into the foyer, standing in front of the throne and bowing to my father. "Basil," he waves his hand dismissively, "I need you to go into the kingdom and collect some supplies for the Winter Ball. Do you understand?' I sigh. "Yes, father." I leave the throne room, making my way to the stables. When I leap into Apollo's saddle, Mordelia runs over to me with tears in her eyes. "Baz, some men jumped me in the marketplace. But then someone helped me get away and now they're hurting him. Can you please go help him?" Panic glints in her eyes, so I grab the reins. "Where?" "By the baker's tent," she gasps. I snap the reins and Apollo gallops into town. Behind a couple tents, I find three drunk ruffians assaulting a young man. "Oi, back off," I shout. "What ya gonna do about it, Princy?" they tease. The young man collapses, falling onto the ground. I jump off Apollo and draw my sword, "Back off!" They retreat backwards, leaving the man bruised and bloodied. He is completely unconscious, so I gently lower him onto Apollo's back, and walk him back to the castle. When, we reach the stables, I lift the blond man into my arms and bring him into my room, carefully avoiding attention. I gently put him onto my bed, grabbing some rags and a basin of warm water. I tilt my head, admiring his bronze curls, perfectly toned face, that is scattered with freckles and moles. This guy is ridiculously handsome. I carefully remove his shirt, to treat the cuts, scrapes and bruises. As my fingers trace the large gouges in his skin, he jolts upward, looking at me with wide, frightened eyes. "Where am I? Who are you?" He cringes away from me, when I reach towards him. "Shush, calm down. I am Prince Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, but you can call me Baz. You're in my bedroom in the castle. You nearly died trying to protect my sister. What's your name?" I smile cautiously. "Simon, Simon Snow" he replies. "I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you up here to help clean your wounds" I say. "Oh, okay" Simon answers slowly. Then, Simon relaxes and rests his head on my shoulder. I stiffen and wrap my arm around him, Simon nuzzles into my shoulder-length onyx hair. "Do you need anything to eat, Simon?" " Umm, do you have any sour cherry scones?" He replies tentatively. "Ok, I'll have a servant bring up a few and some milk, that sound good?" I reply. Simon nods. When the maid comes to my room, I take the food tray and close the door. Simon is still laying on my bed, trying not to move. As soon as he sees the scones, he smiles eagerly and grabs at the tray childishly. I giggle and toss a scone at him. Simon catches it and tears into it. He moans appreciatively and it's not fair that he's this handsome. "Um, Baz. What did you say?" "Crowley, did I say that out loud? I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thin-" Simon grabs my collar and whisperers into my ear. "Just so you known, you're pretty handsome yourself." Simon grins and brushes our lips together. I kiss him back, cupping his jaw and his hands clenching in my hair. We break apart and I run my hand down his face, rubbing my thumb on Simon's lips. Simon reaches underneath my tunic and my breath hitches as his hands travel up my bare chest, tracing my muscles. He moves closer to me and begins to kiss my neck, softly sucking on my soft spot. I start moaning in bliss.
Simon
Baz is moaning and this is the happiest I've ever felt. My hands are on Baz's cold skin, rising up his torso. His tunic and vest buttons are popping open as my hands continue advancing towards his shoulders. Baz is huffing into my neck, eyes lidded in euphoria. He looks up at me, stormy eyes glistening. "I love you, Baz" I say quietly. His mouth falls open and he replies " I love you too, Simon."