#basilton fic

On their trip to America, they had stopped at quite a few hotels trying to make it down to California. Many... but none like this one.

This one was beyond run down, and Baz wasn’t just thinking that because he was used to his nice, cozy flat back in England. Or because he had grown up in a mansion...

It smelled. It was dark. The walls looked... damp somehow.

Baz sighed as he finished brushing his teeth, staring in doom at either bed in the single room. Of course Penny had taken the one that looked a little less broken and overly used. And, of course, it was Baz’s turn to sleep on the floor.

“This hotel has seen better days,” Simon said, stare pinpointed on the leaking air conditioning unit on the other side of the room. He was leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, freshly clean and dressed in sleep clothes, towel thrown over his strong shoulders.

He looked damned good in anything, even stuck in this moldy looking room.

Penny rolled her eyes from her bed. “You two really should relax a little! It’s not like it’s infested with anything. The reviews were good enough.”

Baz raised an eyebrow at her. “Do people in America really have such low standards?”

Penny ignored him and instead just shifted more into her bed, ready for sleep. He glanced over at Simon to see if his little jab had lightened his mood a bit. Unfortunately, it hadn’t. He was looking lost in space again and was staring at the floor, still rooted in the same spot.

Baz looked away, frowning again, and sat on the bed that was supposed to be Simon’s.

Why can’t I make him smile at all anymore? It’s like he’s already broken up with me in his mind... Could he be waiting to break up with me?

He brushed off the thought quickly. He and Simon were practically made for one another, and he knew it. He had been obsessed with this man for years. There was no way in hell he was going to give him up even if he did try to end things.

He was just going through a lot. He could give him a little more leeway. Just for a little while.

“In light of things I think we really should share a bed tonight, Snow.”

“Wh-what?” His head shot up, finally shaken out of his trance. “Share a bed...” His eyes glanced over to Penny’s form in the other bed already half asleep and his cheeks grew lightly pink.

Baz couldn’t help the big smile spreading across his face. Snow is too damn cute.

“Relax, Snow. I didn’t mean anything like that. I know just as well as you do that Penny would kick us out, bare naked, into the night if we tried anything like that in the same room as her.”

His cheeks grew darker.

“I didn’t think that, okay?” Snow finally moved from the doorway and plopped onto the bed, the towel sliding off onto the floor. He didn’t bother to move it to the hamper the hotel provided. “Just go to bed. Sleep next to me if you want.”

“Yes, sir.” Baz smiled at the back of Snow’s head as he settled down into bed facing away from him. He knew Penny was already asleep when she didn’t chime in on their conversation. It had been a long day for all of them.

Before turning off the lights Baz took in Snow’s lanky form sprawled out next to him. They may be going through a lot of issues lately, but nobody could blame him for still checking Simon out whenever he got the chance. He was irrevocably in love with such a hottie.

He settled down into the thin mattress, feeling every spring and board underneath him. He fell asleep debating on if he should at least try to hold Simon’s hand, or if that would just upset him even more.

...

And he woke up feeling a shift on the other side of the mattress. His groggy mind didn’t have time to process what was happening before he could feel Simon’s arm snake around his torso.

“Baz...” he sleppily muttered. “I’m sorry.” Baz only stiffened for a moment as Simon nuzzled his face into the back of Baz’s hair. “I love you.”

He hardly knew what to do with the affection. It had been a while, and even when it used to happen, it was usually more snogging and less... comforting. He could feel the stress and worry he’d been feeling being pulled away from him and away, like Simon’s touch was a magnet repelling the negatives.

“Snow...are you awake or asleep?” He had to be sure. He needed to know Snow wasn’t dreaming about someone else and not realizing he was snuggling the hell out of Baz.

“Oh...” Simon squeezed Baz lightly, “I thought you were asleep. I... I couldn’t fall asleep with you next to me. I just-” he cured up into Baz then, throwing his leg over his hip. “I felt like I needed... I just needed you. Your touch. If just only for a little while.”

Baz was fully awake now of course, blushing like a god damned mad man. He still wasn’t fully sure Simon was awake. He could just be responding in his sleep. He heard that people did that. Just talked in their sleep and woke up to not remember anything.

Just in case, he stood completely and utterly still, unsure if he should even reply.

“Baz?” Simon whispered in his ear, softly enough that he could barely hear him. “I can move back to my side if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, no.” He said the first ‘no’ a little too loudly but quickly corrected himself. He reached up to squeeze Simon’s arm and pulled it closer to him. Happiness bubbled up into his chest, and he had to try hard to stop his little giddy giggle forming there. “I like this. I just wasn’t sure if you were really awake or not.”

Simon sighed softly into Baz’s hair. “I know that I haven’t exactly been affectionate lately, but I-”

“Simon...” He knew he had to call him Simon then, because he knew Snow liked it when he called him by his first name. He wanted to say it, to make him feel more at ease. “If you move away from me now I’ll have to roll over to your side and never let you go.”

Baz could have sworn he felt a smile form on Simon’s lips pressed against the back of his head.

“Okay... just for tonight.”

“No. This is just one night of many, Simon.” He leaned back into Simon, who didn’t respond to him. “Oh, and I love you too, you insufferable goof.”

Simon still didn’t respond, but he did squeeze his hand lightly.