who could've thought i'd get you

1 | "no, come back!"

synopsis: the world tour concert in oslo brings about brett's first encounter with snow. they are, understandably, very enthusiastic about the entire thing.

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if brett has to be really honest with himself—only under the threat of possible maiming or otherwise—he picks some snowy countries as stops for the world tour just because they're exactly what they are: snowy.

the bitter cold of nordic wind nips at his heels, wrestles with the thin fabric of his scarf to scratch at his throat, but it's not very noticeable when compared to the sight of the pure expanse of white stretching out into the horizon before him. losing his snow virginity is totally worth the effort of flying out here—aside from, of course, the planned world tour and the slow realization of their dreams coming true and what-not. he can be thankful for many things at once; he's a multi-tasker.

"hey guys! first time seeing snow in my life," brett explains for the vlog, locking his jaw tight to keep his teeth from chattering. "it's pretty exciting. it's pretty wet."

eddy grins at him from behind the camera, pointing the lens away towards the snow-laden trees as he leans close to murmur near the shorter man's ear. "i'd make a provocative joke about your excitement right about now, but then that would just be childish, hey?"

"oh please." brett rolls his eyes. "you're just as excited about the snow as i am." granted, eddy himself had already seen snow before, but. well. his best friend's right there beside him celebrating this momentous occasion with brett, trivial though it may be, and it's—touching. sets something behind his breastbone aflame. call him sentimental, sure; eddy doesn't have to know.

it takes just a few more minutes admiring the scenery for brett to realize that his body, virgin as it is to any snowy encounters and all that that entails, isn't ready for long-term exposure to the cold. he's getting ready to trudge back to the safe, warm confines of the oslo konserthus when an icy sensation jolts his spine and oh.

well. eddy's just shoved a handful of snow down inside his jacket. what the fuck.

shaking the intruding article off his clothes, brett begins to march away, angry stomps thumping through the ivory slush as his best-friend-but-not-at-the-moment-no-thanks laughs and laughs and generally makes a fool of himself.

"hey, wait, no, come back!" despite the plea, his words are stained with laughter, and the idiot isn't even bothering to stifle it. what a fucking traitor. brett doesn't bother turning around. "i'm sorry—brett, i'm sorry!"

"no, you're not sorry, you absolute fucker," he growls, but then eddy catches up to him, a hand placed on his shoulder to pivot brett around, to make him face that mischievous smile.

"sorry."

"no."

"just thought you might appreciate a more intimate encounter with snow, that's all."

"thank you for your interest in expanding my natural worldview, but not like this." brett huffs, hugging his arms tight around himself as the chill on his skin begins to settle within. "god, i'm cold."

eddy looks at him for a silent moment, and then steps closer, taking hold of the edges of his long coat and folding them around the other man like a cocoon, brett tucked safely against his chest. "i'm sorry. would you appreciate a more intimate encounter with me instead?"

brett rolls his eyes even harder this time around, but with eddy's arms wrapped tight around him, warmth an enveloping embrace that seeps into his bones and clings tight, brett decides: fine. his best friend can be forgiven.

after all, he can return the favor later.

(and he does. he slips and falls to the ground after the successful attempt, but he does. eddy shivers and bares his teeth in the kind of smile one makes when trying to survive mild torture. brett, thoughtful as he is, offers to let eddy take refuge again inside the coat he'd given brett earlier—and that's how they make their way back inside: entwined around each other, sharing heat between them, two peas in a warm pod.)