Laika's Extras

Baby, Its Cold Outside

Hey guys! This ones a smut request from MinecraftModders , with the prompt 'it's cold, I can think of a way to warm us up'. Hope you enjoy! Listened to the song in the media while writing. Song:
- 'To Be Loved' by Papa Roach

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"Martin, I don't like it."

Martin looked up from the book he was reading, glancing down at his little boyfriend, currently swaddled in about four blankets, a hoodie that Martin was sure he'd lost a while ago, and an adorkable scarf, at least as thick as his entire burrito-blanket ensemble put together.

He was pouting out at the TV, glaring at whatever was being said, something about the weather.

Martin chuckled, dropping a kiss on top of his head, curling a hand around his waist squeezing gently.

"What is it, baby?" he murmured, setting the book down as Simon looked up at him, lip sliding out further, pout deepening, before he huffed, whining into Martin's chest.

"It's winter. Winter means snow. Snow means cold. I don't like the cold." he grumbled, muffled by his face stuffed under Martin's chin, and the copious amounts of fluffy layers he was wearing.

Martin grinned, pulling Simon closer and slipping a hand under the blankets, rubbing the cutie's back absentmindedly. He bit back a laugh as Simon mumbled about comfy tiddies.

"Well, I can't really do anything about the weather, bebe, it's just nature." he placated, knowing that, however cute Simon was when he was grumpy, he more than made up for it by being the whiniest little shit to ever grace the earth. And Martin absolutely adored it.

"Well then nature can go suck a chode. It's freezing." Simon lamented, and Martin let out a bark of surprised laughter at his boyfriends choice word. Simon glared up at him owlishly, and Martin rolled his eyes, leaning down and pecking his lips. Feisty motherfucker.

"You're extra sassy today. I have to say, I like it." Martin purred, smirking as Simon's eyes widened, blushing oh so prettily, before he huffed again, hiding his embarrassed features between Martin's 'comfy tiddies' once more.

"You're mean. I take it back, you and nature can both suck chodes." he groaned, and Martin just smirked wider, the hand that wasn't trailing up and down his boyfriends spine coming up to thread it's fingers through his flamboyantly styled hair, scratching his scalp soothingly.

The first time Martin had noticed Simon, months back, was when a new kid turned up at the coffee shop, and soft and shy and doe eyed. He was struck by the bright green floofy chaos, somehow styled on top of his head, as well as the adorable stutter he had when he asked Martin for his caramel macchiato - he was smitten right then and there, the pink blush the final nail in his love struck coffin.

They began dating not long after, Martin writing his phone number, as well as his nickname 'Bodil' (of which Simon had become fond of calling him after a few visits to the cafe) on what he reckoned to be his best macchiato yet. He loved Simon, and he knew that Simon loved him. They just worked really well together, and he wouldn't trade his sweet, if sometimes more than grouchy little lover for the world.

"Martin! Don't mess the hair!" Simon cried, swatting his prying hands away from his green locks, smoothing down a couple of cowlicks and punching his boyfriend lightly on the arm.

"I don't need to, love, it's already practically sentient." he teased, Simon gasping in mock indignation, sticking his tongue out and smacking Martin in the face with his scarf, pushing him back on the bed until he was sitting on top of him, looking triumphant as Martin grinned up at him.