A/N: WARNING: For those who don't want to read a Smexy scene (Um...who doesn't?) Stop reading around the break in the text. But truthfully, you're missing out ;D Enjoy guys, this is purely a well overdue smexxyyy Bram/Simon scene. So much more to come from this story! Sorry if it's also a little short, the next coming chapters will be longer. Thanks!
Simon vs. The Future
Chapter 2
Bram, his mom, stepfather and I were invited over to my parent's house for dinner to have a mini celebration for our engagement. Nora prepared the whole meal, and even had time to make a small cake. I swear she's incredible.
"How do you not have your own cooking show yet?" Bram asked, placing the bowl of salad on the table. Nora followed behind him with a large dish full of vegetables.
"I don't know- talk to my managers," she joked, nudging him with her elbow. He nudged her back, and went back to the kitchen to grab more dishes. I offered to help- actually begged to help, so I didn't have to-
"So, do you think you'll want to have the wedding in the spring?" my mom asks, looking up from her planner. Bram's mother is hovering over her, pointing at a few dates on the calendar.
"I honestly couldn't tell ya. We haven't decided when yet, but maybe summer?" I flipped my hands up.
"Summer? You sure? Aren't you worried about sweating in your tux?" Bram's mother asks.
"Charlene, they don't have to wear tuxes. Ooh, what about a beach wedding? You could have a laid back theme, that way you don't have to worry about the tux?" Mom said, penciling down some things.
"Beach?" I questioned.
"My mother wouldn't make it over the platform to get to the beach, so that's out." Bram's mother explained, taking a seat beside my mother at the table. My mom sighed, and bit at her thumbnail. She couldn't take her eyes off the planner for a second to notice how annoyed I was. Bram walked back into the room and set down a basket of bread. He smiled at me, but it faded when he caught wind of my attitude.
"Hey, do you think maybe we could take a break on wedding planning? Dinner is ready," Bram spoke politely to my mother and his, placing his hands gingerly on their shoulders.
"Oh, sure!" My mother nodded, folding up her wedding kit. I breathed a sigh of relief, and mouthed, 'thank you' to him across the room. He winked at me before grabbing the last of Nora's main course dishes and placed them between our mothers.
"Dig in before it gets cold. Dad, Ted!" Nora hollered. Dad came in sipping a beer, laughing with Bram's step-dad.
"Right, right!" Dad said to Ted, pointing to him. They were talking about the baseball game that was on, and I couldn't follow a single thing they were talking about. They took their seats and Nora started dishing out food. Bram settled in beside me at the table, and slid his hand over my leg. He squeezed my inner thigh lightly before just letting it rest there. The side-glance he shot me put a smile on my face. The corners of his lips turned up slightly as he handed Nora his plate.
"Thanks," he said, watching as she dishes him a hearty amount of food. He'll eat all of it- no doubt. He may be skinny, and awfully quiet- but I've seen this boy eat his way through a buffet table, leaving with no chicken wing left unturned. I waited my turn for food, and caught myself playing with the ring on my finger. I rolled it back and forth with my thumb and smiled. I was still getting used to it being there, and showing people has become my new favorite hobby.
Yes, people. I'm marrying Cute Bram Greenfeld-suck it.
"So, have you decided if you want a big wedding?" Ted asked, forking a green bean.
"Not sure," Bram answered. "It's only Friday, we got engaged on a Wednesday- can we have a minute to enjoy that?" he laughed, looking to his mom.
"You're going to set a date, Bram, and it will be here before you know it," she warned, wagging her finger at him. Bram touched his chin to his right shoulder and rolled his eyes at me before looking back at her. I laughed at his reaction, and his mother pouted.
"You think I'm kidding, just you watch. You're going to be begging for the clock to stop." She shook her head, cutting into her piece of pork loin. Nora really outdid herself. Good! Simon, change the topic!
"Nora, this is amazing!" I belted out, looking at her. She blushed, and lowered her head.
"Thanks, Si," she smiled.
"Mmm," Bram's mother nodded. "Sweetheart this is great, and again thank you so much for having us over. Really, I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate yawl's engagement." She smiles at both of us sincerely… Aaa-nd right back to it.
Even though his mother can sometimes be a bit much, she's really the nicest woman I know beside my own mother- and how could she not be? Bram had to get his personality from someone, so it only makes sense. Ted is kind of the happy medium. He's not as uptight at Charlene, but he is a neat freak, so they work well. He's a little more laid back personality wise, which tones her down a bit. I guess she can be a little obsessive compulsive, but so can Bram, so I've gotten used to it.
"Same here!" dad adds. He quickly wipes his mouth and goes for his water goblet. "Mm, everybody- raise your glasses," he says, holding it up. Everyone follows including Bram and I. He stands in his place at the table and clears his throat. Please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cry…
"Simon, Bram," he looks to us. "It's been a pleasure watching the two of you grow as a couple these last few years. I don't think I've ever seen two people more in love in my life, and that's saying something because we're pretty in love," he smirks, pointing to my mother. She blushes, and looks around the table.
"This isn't about us, Jack," she sings, jutting her chin out at him. He holds up a hand in a form of apology, and looks back to us.
"Sorry, anyway- I'm so excited for you guys to take on this new journey called marriage, and honestly the best years of your life are just ahead of you. I can feel it," he nods. "So- Congratulations! Here is to a happy marriage and hopefully plenty of kids," he holds up his glass.
"Here, here!" Ted rings out, and they all take a drink.
Bram doesn't, instead he looks at me and smiles. I see that smile every freaking day, but it never fails to set my cheeks a blaze and send my stomach into pure turmoil. He leans in and pecks my lips before taking a sip from his glass. How did I get so lucky?
I walk out of the bathroom connected to our bedroom and slap the light off before climbing into bed beside Bram. He's sitting up on his laptop, shirtless- making the cutest, uber-focused facial expression. It takes all of me to leave him be, but I want so badly to cuddle up to him. When I lie beside him, I peak onto his screen to see if he's actually doing work.
"What are you doing?" I ask. He looks down at me and then back at the screen.
"I'm looking up this place I'm supposed to be showing on Monday. I didn't get a chance to go there this week like I wanted to, so I'm trying to see if I can learn as much about it as I can," he explained.
"You're such a hard worker. I'm so proud of you," I smile lazily.
"Aw, thanks babe," Bram grins, leaning over to kiss me. I purse my lips, and close my eyes when our lips finally meet. I keep them pursed when he pulls away so he comes back in for another kiss- and another, and another until he's closed his laptop and kicks it off the bed. He rolls on top of me, and cradles a hand under my back, while supporting himself with the other. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to my body.
"Mm, Simon," he moans against my lips.
"Bram," I moan back, grabbing his face between my hands.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers.
"Oh, yeah?" I bite back playfully. He nods, and without another word he trails soft kisses down my neck, onto my collarbone.
"Take this off," he hums, gathering his fingers under the hem of my shirt. I cross my arms and grab the ends of my shirt. I shimmy out of it, and throw it to the side.
"I'm a hard worker you say?" he asks in a soft voice, sitting up. He's straddling me, and now running his fingertips across my chest. I quiver at the feeling, and place my hands on his hips.
"Yeah, really hard," I flash my eyes up at him.
"How hard?" he asks, acting as if 'really' wasn't good enough- adding a little attitude to his tone.
"Very hard," I reply, biting at my lip cause I know it kills him when I do. He licks his lips and stares down at my chest.
"Well then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I worked on you for a little bit, would you?" he quirked an eyebrow at me, and a seductive grin filled his expression.
"Just for a little bit?" I ask, running my hands up his sides. He chuckles softly, and leans in till his lips cling onto mine. His kisses reach me in places I had no clue existed before he came along. There is certainly an awakening every time he touches me, and I wish I could find it on my own - but lucky for him that he's the only one who can pull it out of me.
He pecks his lips down my chin, onto my chest, and drags his hands across the same skin until he's at the waistband of my boxers. I take a deep breath when his fingers graze the band, sneaking beneath it. He tugs lightly, kissing the skin as it becomes exposed. I feel his breath flow across my chilled skin, and I shiver. Bram finally begins pulling my boxers away from my hips and bunching them around my thighs. He takes hold of my already excited member- exciting it even more. His long fingers grasp around the base, and I can feel myself already losing it.
"Bram," I breathe, licking my lips. He doesn't say anything, and suddenly his mouth envelopes me. I roll my lips in tight, nearly biting down on them. I refrain from bucking my hips, but with every jerk of his hand and warm rush of his mouth, I twitch. His tongue- the same tongue that whispers 'I love you' and sweet secrets- runs up and down my shaft in an attempt to get me closer. I'm not far off- that's for sure.
I jolt when he removes his mouth, and returns to rubbing his right hand up and down my dick with gusto. He's looking at me with happiness in his eyes, and I try to keep my contact with him, but it becomes too much and I'm almost coming. I shut my eyes- squeezing them tight, and let a deep moan escape my throat.
"B-Bra- Ah," I can't even say before his thumb grazes the sensitive part just below the head. I bite back my words, physically shaking. I'm tense, and he can feel it- maybe even see it.
"Not yet, baby. Hold out," he says in a low voice. I shake my head, and grip the sheets below me.
"C-can't, ahh," I moan again, slapping a hand over my forehead. I'm sweating, and he stops moving. I want to protest, but he meets my mouth again. "Come on," I plead, running a hand over my chest.
"I'm working on it, be patient," he teases, sitting back and removing my boxers completely from my being. He throws them to the side, and steps off the bed. He goes into the bedside table and retrieves the stash of condoms. I rest a hand behind my head, and look at him.
"Do you really think we need those? We are getting married you know, I can trust that you haven't been with someone else," I chuckle.
"It's for an easy clean up- but I'm more than excited to feel you with nothing on," he bounces his eyebrows, leaning in to kiss me while he removes his boxer briefs. He's hard, and I can't help but already feel myself close to an orgasm at the thought of him inside me.
"Hurry up, please!" I beg, watching him cleanly slide the protection over his length. He jumps back onto the bed, and taps my knees to separate. He settles between my legs, and looks on at me hungrily.
"You ready?" he asks, reaching out for the bottle of lube. He applies an appropriate amount to himself, and then preps a finger that he quickly slips inside me. I jerk at the feeling, but relax.
"Sorry," comes out as a breathy laugh. "I should go easy, but I know you can handle it," he says. Fuck.
"Please," I moan. I rub my hands over his hips, grabbing the skin in my palms. I pull him against me, thrusting his rock hard member against my entrance.
"Okay, okay," he nods, lining himself up. The initial push from him is enough to drag a long, exhilarated moan from my chest. I cry out, digging my nails into his skin.
"Ah, fuck," I groan, pressing my chin into my chest.
"You okay?" he asks, before proceeding. I nod quickly, hoping he starts thrusting to relax me. It turns me on even more when he waits to make sure I'm okay. No matter the situation he cares about my comfort over all, and I couldn't ask for a better partner. "Okay," he says, pulling out slowly only to thrust back into me with a smoother force than before. I grunt with each thrust, and every time I get closer and closer. He pumps himself faster, and deeper.
"O-oh, Bram," I cry out. I press my head back into the pillow I'm against and my eyes are closed. He's panting, and his shoulders are flexed as he holds himself up above me. I run my hands along his muscles, taking in all of him.
"Ugh, Simon- oh, Si," he pants, rolling his hips up against me with each thrust. I reach around to his backside and hold him close with my hands on his ass. I'm slipping further off the edge, and I'm so close, but I wait because I know he's not there yet. Not until I see the face I know all too well.
"Uh- Mmm," he lets out a guttural moan, licking his lips. He stares down at my chest, as focused as can be.
"I'm c-close, ba-babe," I call out, rolling my head back and forth. I grip onto his sides, clawing away at the skin- digging for the release only he can master.
"I-ugh. Yeah, soon," he nods through broken words, pounding into me with a greater force than before. He quickens his pace, and with his right hand he grabs me around my back, holding me firmly as not to lose his place. I grip onto his shoulders before folding my arms around his neck. I pull him to me, and force my lips onto his. He kisses me back passionately, and then he's finally there. He draws in a deep breath, and his expression is that of pure ecstasy. I let myself feel everything, and I pulse around him, crying out words that probably don't belong in the English language.
He hollers my name, and throws his head back, grunting- and his body tenses on top of me. I come between us, and I can't catch my breath. Bram sighs from the release, and runs the hand he had around my back over his head- threading his fingers through his curls. He glances at the mess across his middle and mine, and cracks a grin.
"Shit," he breathes, pulling out of me. He doesn't go very far, and leans back. Bram strips the condom, and throws it into the trashcan beside the bed. He rocks forward and kisses me before lying on me with his chin pressed against my chest. He buries his face into the sweaty skin and sighs happily. I smile, and run my fingers through his hair.
"That was amazing," he breathes, looking into my eyes. He licks his lips, and breathes out again.
"I definitely didn't think that was happening tonight," I laugh, resting my hands in his hair. He giggles against me, and rubs his face into my chest again.
"I know, I thought we were going straight to sleep when we got home," he laughs back.
"Sex is always better than sleep," I reply.
"You're not wrong," he smiles, pushing him self off of me. "Stay here," he said, grazing my lips with his fingertip. He escapes into the bathroom and comes back with a warm, wet washcloth. He cleans me off, and himself, and my heart melts at his attention to detail. He closes the light in the bathroom, shuts the light off on the bedside table and crawls into bed. He pulls the covers over us and cuddles up close to me. He holds me close, and our legs tangle together.
"We should sleep like this every night," I suggest, quietly.
"I agree," he whispers, biting at my ear playfully. He pulls me tighter to him, and it's quiet and all I can hear is his breathing, which still seems to be slowing.
"I love you, Simon," he says.
I'm dazed, and sleepy, but I manage to whisper, "I love you more," before nodding off.
A/N: MY LOVES. I can't wait for the next coming chapters! Please let me know what you guys think! And again- any ideas, let me know!