Yogscast One Shots

Hatsome: Ice

Shipping: Smih, Trott and Ross
AU:
Suggested By: Anyone who wanted Hatsome.

This was written by Little_Wolf007 as I literally couldn't write today!

Blushing bright red, Trott hid behind his thick woolen scarf, shoving his mobile back in his pocket. Smith was such a fucking dick.

"You alright, mate?" Ross asked, juggling three lattes and a chocolate cupcake in his hands, as he made his way slowly to where Trott stood. It was January, practically the coldest time of the year, and it was freaking snowing. Saying it was just freezing was an understatement. Trott felt as if his blood had been turned to ice, that was under three layers of t-shirts and jackets and about 7 pairs of socks. Ross, the idiot, was only wearing a t-shirt, Superdry as per usual. His goosebumps must've had goosebumps. However, despite his blue complexion and constant shivering, he did look kinda cute? Well Trott thought so anyway. Standing under the dim light outside of the Starbucks store, Trott began to chuckle.

"Nah, Ross, just Smith being Smith. His royal highness said we should hurry back right away and..." Trott stopped, his blush growing even redder as bit his lip.

"And?" Ross questioned, handing him his latte. Now his hands were free he could finally start eating that stupid cupcake. Let's just hope it wasn't semen-filled, eh? He bit into the chocolaty cake, the taste dancing over his tongue.

Trott took a sip of his latte, "he said, the house is too cold without us there, well in a much more crude way if you know what I mean." He winked at Ross, jumping backwards to avoid cake crumbs as Ross began to laugh.

"Maybe, instead of pretending to be ill, he should've come with us," Ross chuckled, throwing away the crumpled cake wrapper as he reached for Trott's hand.

"What'll I do with you two, eh, mate?" Trott smiled, grasping his outstretched hand. His hands were tiny in comparison to Ross's, something the hat boys had all laughed about at one point or another.

"What, your amazing boyfriends that you'd do anything for?" Ross batted his eyelashes at Trott jokingly, "speaking of which, Trott carry me home please?"

Trott merely shook his head, laughing inwardly as he dragged Ross back towards the hat house. The quicker they were at home, curled up beneath a blanket and drinking hot chocolate, the better. Ross's hands were warm against Trott's, their fingers entwined as they hurried home. The sky looked bleak, painting their surroundings a dim grey, the streets drained of their colour. Yet Ross and Trott still managed to keep happy, even when the cold seeped through their shoes, ebbing through their toes like a slow-acting poison. They laughed and joked, not even complaining about Smith got to stay at home in the warmth whilst they had to walk for miles just to get him coffee. They were happy. Well, until Trott fell forward face-first into the icy floor.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, dragging Ross down on top of him as he fell. The impact took the breath from his body, pain exploding through his back as he landed awkwardly upon the curb. Ross tried to move, and failed miserably, as his shoes struggled to grip the icy pavement. He smiled awkwardly at Trott, pushing himself onto his hands and knees above the shorter man.

"Ouch?" Trott muttered, breathing heavily as he started into Ross' deep blue eyes. Ross frowned, pulling Trott into an upright position.

AN:

As I said before, Little_Wolf007 wrote this for me today. And for that I thank her immensely!!

Love you all!

-goopllmw
XxX