simonhudsons

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COVETEUR: Chace Crawford

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@poseimon: we can’t see your facey wacey!

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Billy had a way of kissing Simon that made him feel like he might die if the other man stopped. A lot of nonsense, he knew that, but when Billy pulled away, Simon’s chest constricted to the point of it being painful. He found his hands closing in the material of Billy’s sweater, pitifully attempting to tug him closer again. He wanted to hold onto the other man, like he was in the outfield, his hand outstretched in the final inning, reaching for the blur of red and white that could lead his team to victory if he could somehow manage to safely catch it in the leather of his glove. Kissing Billy was like catching a Don Drysdale knocker. 

He laughed lightly at Billy’s words, knowing that they were in danger of making a spectacle. Not that anyone around them was looking their way right now. Everyone else was too busy celebrating the new year. Right now, he knew that Kit would have tugged Lo into a kiss just as obscene. No one cared about what Simon and Billy were doing. For the moment, anyway.

“I don’t mind,” he argued plaintively, lips brushing against the other man’s again. Simon rarely thought of himself as a person who possessed any large degree of decorum. At work, he was usually covered in milk splashes and sugar. That was to say nothing of the coffee burns he gave himself. And baseball was hardly a graceful sport. He didn’t carry himself with much poise. 

So really, what did it matter if he was willing to let Billy take him in whatever way he wanted on the patio of A Novel Idea?

He shivered at the feeling of Billy’s hand slipping under the waistband of his jeans, tickling the fine hair at the small of his back. Okay, maybe that was a little indecent, because Simon would be lying if he claimed that his jeans weren’t getting tighter and tighter as Billy teasingly increased the pressure of his hand.

A quiet moan sounded from the back of Simon’s throat. The kisses Billy pressed against his neck weren’t helping, and the words he whispered in his ear threatened to do him in completely. 

“Billy, that’s not fair,” he whined, knowing he was one accidental hip thrust away from committing a class B misdemeanour that fully contradicted New York Public Law. He had to keep it together, which was hard when Billy looked like that. The perfect All-American hero with his floppy hair and cocksure grin. Like the boy-next-door from a Judy Garland movie. Simon wouldn’t be surprised if he burst into a chorus of I just adore him, so I can’t ignore him a la Esther Smith. 

Thankfully - depending on how you looked at it - Simon was granted a distraction in the form of Kit disentangling herself from her husband for long enough to come outside and pounce on Simon.

“Happy New Year!” she yelled in that boisterous way of hers. Bushy yellow hair falling around her face like a lion’s mane, she grinned at her brother and then made to jump into his arms for a hug.

With a millisecond to spare, Simon jerked his hips to the side like he was trying out for the ski team. Catching his sister with his hips still cocked at a jaunty angle to hide the evidence of what Billy’s words had done to him, preventing him from scarring his sister for life, he tightened his hold on Kit.

“Happy New Year, Kit,” he told her, his voice sounding oddly strangled as he sought out Billy over her nest of curls.

Eyes catching on the other man, Simon gave him one of the very few exasperated looks that had ever been directed Billy’s way. Billy knew what he was doing and how his words must have tortured Simon. His expression took on more of a pleading look. Billy, he mouthed, eyes wide. He wasn’t sure he could wait for a few more drinks. Realistically, he only had one more ‘happy new year’ in him and he figured he could save that one for Lo before he begged Billy to take him upstairs for that aforementioned ravishing.

Billy felt dizzy with want. To be kissing Simon like this, so openly and publicly, was a privilege he hadn’t always believed he could be afforded. It felt so completely right to be flush against the other man, surrounded by everyone that they adored, hands tugging gently at his curls as he drew him in closer. 

The two were barely unable to pause for breath, their lips no doubt turning a deeper red as they refused to break away from each other. Even their soft, uttered declarations of Happy New Year were washed away as Simon leaned in for more, swallowing Billy’s moans whole with a fresh, needy kiss that unfurled something so ferocious in the pit of his stomach. Arousal unfurled in his stomach, the weight between his legs growing as heat flushed through every inch of him beneath Simon’s touch.  

He couldn’t stop kissing him, didn’t want to. He wanted those lips on every inch of him, wanted to trace the lines of the other man’s skin with his mouth, to trace the curve of his hips with his tongue, feel him shudder as he dragged his mouth along his inner thigh. He wanted Simon in ways that threatened to undo him, pathetic, broken whimpers spilling from his throat as he dragged his teeth along the other man’s lower lip and nipped at the flesh, swollen and throbbing as it already was. 

“Y’know, if we stand out here kissing like this all night,” he gasped between kisses, his hand sliding around Simon’s waist, settling at the small of his back. “We might find ourselves being accused of indecent behaviour.” 

He laughed then, breathy and sweet against the other man’s mouth. His fingers dipped below the waistband of Simon’s jeans, hidden beneath the length of the other man’s sweater. Not enough for it to be deemed inappropriate or sordid, but enough to feel the curve of his back, the way his lower torso perfectly sloped as it met his ass. Yet another place Billy wanted to explore, to drag his teeth along the other man’s cheeks, teasing and taunting him before inevitably pushing into him. He could think of a thousand ways in which he’d have Simon if he let him, all far too X Rated to entertain until the two of them were safe and sound upstairs. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he thought about all the fun they could have later on, once everyone had cleared away. He knew he shouldn’t dwell too much, his jeans already feeling tight and constricted just from kissing alone. He nudged gently at Simon’s jaw with his nose, nuzzling sweetly against him before pressing careful, chaste kisses to his neck instead. 

“How about we head back inside and grab ourselves a few drinks before I ravish you here and now?” he teased, though his words were void of humour, laced only in truth. “And then maybe once everyone’s outta here, we can head upstairs?” 

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TEXTING: TY

Simon: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TY 🧡

Simon: i hope you have the BEST day!!

Simon: i found this photo from your last birthday though so hopefully things won’t get as crazy as that night did!

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TEXTING: PETEY

Simon: happy birthday petey! i hope you have a great day!!!

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@poseimon: happy birthday colin 😊

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We’ve played some good fucking tennis over the years, huh @therealcolinnash? Happy Birthday.

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@poseimon: if it helps i think you definitely chose the prettiest one ari 😊

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POV: I’m on a cute coffee date with your favorite tennis player and he’s standing very patiently, camera in hand, taking thirty six individual Instagrammable photos of me and waiting while I approve each one.

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@poseimon: of course they do! who wouldn’t love you matty?? :))

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Hero’s cats like me more than her and, as it so happens, so do little PB’s foster fails too. The camera never lies.

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was taking photos for jenna’s birthday coming up and kit said the photographer needed a picture too. you can probably tell I wasn’t ready for it!

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“Really?” Simon asked, his eyes widening when Billy mentioned that Sophie was looking forward to meeting him. All this time, he’d been worried about being an unwelcome house guest that Billy’s family would have to be polite to out of obligation. He hadn’t really paused to think that any of them wanted to meet him, never mind had been waiting for a long time.

He smiled at the thought, the realisation helping give way to the fact that Simon was really looking forward to getting to know Billy’s family a little better. His nerves were still there. But he thought about how excited he was to introduce himself to Billy’s mom and how he had a brand-new baseball and glove set tucked away at the bottom of his bag for Billy’s nephew. Plus, there was the added bonus of baby Danielle, Billy’s newborn niece. Simon loved babies, but he secretly loved the sight of Billy holding them a little bit more. He recalled the way the man next to him had tenderly held Jenna when she’d first been brought into the world and how Simon had nearly swooned on the spot. He had no doubts about having a similar reaction when he saw Billy with his niece.

“I’m looking forward to seeing Sophie too,” he said quietly. “And everyone else.”

He jumped a little when Billy’s hand landed on his, but turned his palm over automatically so he linked his fingers through Billy’s. Holding Billy’s hand was easy in a way that made Simon’s chest ache. He wanted to hold onto it forever, but wasn’t sure how much time had been granted for him to do so. Maybe when they got back to New York, Billy would be less amenable to affection like this. Maybe Michigan was a safe space for Billy, but New York… 

Well. New York was Julian, wasn’t it?

Simon bit his lip gently as he peered out the window. He felt bad even thinking it, but had Billy driven this same way once after picking Jules up from the airport? Probably. He’d have held his hand too, maybe brushed a kiss across his knuckles before taking him straight to his family. Simon bet the other McHales had loved Jules. He’d seen one or two pictures of the other man, noting how handsome he was. Simon would count on him being smart as well. 

He tried to snap himself out of his little funk, knowing that it was unfair to compare himself to a dead man. He could never step into Jules’ shoes, and he knew better than to even try. Still, sometimes he felt like there had been a hole in Billy’s life left by the other man and occasionally Billy would allow for Simon to attempt to fill it, but every time he tried, the sides of Simon’s soul and being just couldn’t quite meet the edges of what Jules had left behind. There would always be a gap that Simon could never close, forever falling short.

“What?” he asked dumbly when he heard Billy speak. His head snapped up and he blinked a few times, staring stupidly at the other man.

The easiest person to fall for.

He tried to plaster a smile onto his face. It was nice of Billy to say that, to make Simon feel better with kindness like that. He let out a small laugh when Billy mentioned Louis. He only knew the other man through Billy, but Louis was cool. And every good review he’d received for his book had been well-deserved.

“Y-yeah. Heh. Louis’ cool,” he said quietly. He stared at Billy again, realising he was holding onto his hand way too tightly over the console. Slowly, he loosened his grip and cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to think of something to say before his silence made everything uncomfortable.

“Michigan’s in a Percy Jackson book,” he said quickly. “Jason, Piper and Leo come here when they’re looking for Hera and then a Cyclopes tries to eat them and, I mean, that’s not the actual Percy Jackson series - sorry, I should have said that - but in the sequels. The Heroes of Olympus one.” He was relieved when his ramble was punctuated by Billy taking a right turn down a suburban road. “Is this your street?”

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“I think he's a really good kisser,” Simon confirmed with a giggle. Admittedly, he hadn’t kissed Billy as much as he’d have liked, especially since coming back from Michigan. But he knew what it was like to have the man’s lips against his now, the sensation of his tongue brushing along Billy’s. In fact, the phantom feeling of the other man’s mouth pressed against him took priority over the rest of Simon’s daydreams now. There was little he did outside of work and baseball and Jenna that wasn’t thinking about kissing Billy.

He blushed at Billy’s words, his hand moving to the small of Billy’s back. He flattened the palm of his hand against the material of the other man’s shirt, holding him close.

He scrunched one eye shut, awkwardly winking at Billy when he felt his thumb against Simon’s birthmark. Initially, it had struck him as odd how fascinated Billy was with it. He’d never been self-conscious about it, per se, but the other guys he’d been with had seemed to have lukewarm feelings. One guy had asked, in a conversational tone, if he ever edited it out in his photos and had been mildly confused when Simon had said no.

Billy didn’t just take the birthmark as part and parcel of Simon though. He actually seemed to really like it, giving it plenty of attention with his mouth and fingers in a way that never failed to make Simon flush red with pride. As if he’d had the choice to grow it himself or something.

His breath caught in his throat as soon as the countdown started and he moved closer to Billy, feeling the warmth from the other man seep through his shirt.

All around them, everyone else was counting down from ten but Simon wasn’t even sure he knew what numbers were the longer he stared at Billy, the other man’s declaration hitting him square in the chest.

“Me too,” he said truthfully. 

As soon as it hit one, it was difficult to kiss Billy properly, if only because he was smiling so much. But he made a valiant attempt, allowing Billy’s tongue to part his lips so he could clumsily deepen the kiss with a soft sigh. He felt Billy everywhere. Against his mouth, hands in his hair, burrowed deep in his chest.

When they parted, Simon’s chest heaved as he stared at the other man, heart clenching at the nickname he was given. He blinked, the chorus of HAPPY NEAR YEAR echoing all around the mini-courtyard of A Novel Idea. Simon barely heard it though, everything else muffled into white noise in his periphery. He continued to stare at Billy, a mad fluttering behind his ribcage prompting him to inhale a shaky breath.

“Happy New Year,” he said faintly, although that wasn’t all he wanted to say. Another three words were on the tip of his tongue and Simon wanted to say them so badly.

Instead, he leaned forward, crashing his lips against Billy’s again and tugging the man even closer, heart beating wildly. He wondered if he could pour everything he was feeling into this kiss, if maybe Billy knew what he was trying to say with it and accept the offering. Or maybe Billy thought it was just another kiss.

Billy laughed, the chill of the cold night’s air barely touching him. How could he feel anything other than warm with Simon Hudson pressed up against him, the weight of him just as exciting now as it had been the first time they’d bumped shoulders, held hands, or even hugged. With each word the other man uttered, his heart seemed to flutter in his chest, a wave of heat filling his stomach, his chest, washing over him and anchoring him where he stood. The rest of the partygoers could disappear for all he cared; all he saw was Simon. 

“Oh, really? You think he’s a good kisser?” he playfully found himself musing, sliding his hand up to cup the nape of his neck. Gently, he tipped Simon’s head back, ignoring Rae’s gleeful tone as she gave the final, one-minute call for midnight. His teeth grazed along Simon’s jaw, lips pressing gently to his cheek. “I bet he really wants to taste you.” 

His voice was soft, barely a whisper, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. Not that he imagined any of their friends were eavesdropping, but he meant his words only for Simon’s ears. He wanted to draw out that pretty blush he was so fond of, to illicit his favourite sound on Earth, that delicate giggle that made his heart burst into flames every time without fail. 

“Yeah, baby. I think you definitely have a shot,” Billy reassured him, eyes bright as the people surrounding them suddenly broke out into a loud, mismatched countdown. 

One hand still pressed to Simon’s waist, he allowed his other to caress his cheek, finger’s tracing each freckle, each blemish. His gaze trailed to the birthmark at the top of his eye, the soft pink skin catching in the moonlight. Billy smiled as he leaned in, pressing his lips there, soft and wet as he lingered on arguably his favourite part of the other man’s body. 

Ten. 

Nine. 

Eight. 

“I’m so fucking glad I’m here with you tonight, Si,” his breath was light against the other man’s skin, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed their foreheads together. 

Five. 

Four. 

He drew Simon’s body closer, stomachs flush against one another’s, finger dipping into the the loop of the other man’s jeans, hooking around them as he held him tight. 

Three. 

Two. 

One. 

Their lips crashed together, Billy’s tongue expertly parting Simon’s lips as he sighed gently into his open mouth. He’d tasted him several times over, most recently in Michigan, and he still never got used to it. Billy was fairly sure this was the closest to Heaven he’d ever been. His tongue chased Simon’s, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging as he whimpered, a soft laugh spilling from his lips at his own desperation. 

“Happy New Year, baby,” he mumbled, his words slurring as he willed himself to pull back from the kiss, needy and wanting for more. 

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@poseimon: I'm really sorry that happened to you sephy :(( you're right though, cats and apple juice usually do make things feel a lot better

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man on the street complimented my chest and i threw up in a bush but then i went home and cuddled grantaire and drank 3 glasses of apple juice so now i am cured. rejuvenated even.

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TEXTING: ARIADNE Simon: happy birthday ari!!! i hope you have a really lovely day. i mean i know you will. billy probably plans to spoil you rotten :)

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@poseimon: @jellicleprince DUCK HERDING????

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@poseimon: angelica! ty and I were wondering if we can come to your juggling class next week?

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TEXTING: NATALIYA Simon: happy birthday nataliya!!!!!

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@poseimon: omg congratulations jas!!!!

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