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DECEMBER 24th
"daniel!" corbyn shrieked, feeling his back get pounded by a clump of snow. he dug his hands through the sea of white, scooping up the substance into a compacted ball. he turned around to face daniel who seemed to be constructing his own weapons off by the lonesome car in the parking lot just a feet away from him.
a snowball fight was not what he expected when daniel said he had plans for them. corbyn was thinking something more along the lines of a facetime call with their families, but instead the blond ushered them outside into the winter wonderland.
with one forceful throw, he sent the snowball flying into the side of daniel's face. he wasn't necessarily aiming for the particular target, but nonetheless was still satisfied with the outcome. "you just fucked up," daniel chuckled. he trekked through the snow, creeping further and further towards corbyn who had been backing away. before the brunet could get too far ahead, daniel lunged forwards. his slightly larger body hounded corbyn's into the snowbank as he landed on top of the smaller.
"oh my god, you idiot get off!" corbyn cried, trying to push his way out of the hole that the two bodies had made. daniel grabbed corbyn's face in his cold palms, forcing him to make eye contact. "your evil," corbyn breathed.
daniel smirked, "i know," he said in a raspy tone. he brushed his thumb over corbyn's cheek bone, just below his eye, comforting the brunet. "you have pretty eyes," he complimented. he slowly brought his lips down to leave a lingering kiss on the pale skin of corbyn's forehead.
"oh says you mr ocean eyes," corbyn scoffed, finally regaining the strength to push daniel upwards.
once the two were out of the snowbank, they were completely drenched. they didn't have any heavy coats with them so they were simply in layered hoodies and jeans. maybe not the best attire for fighting in the snow.
they began their walk back to the hotel which wasn't too far as they hadn't even left the parking lot. the snow did slow them down quite a bit though. "you hurt me," corbyn pouted, rubbing his shoulder.
daniel let out a dramatic gasp, slapping his right hand over his heart. "oh my god! i hurt the corbyn besson? what a monster i am!" he sarcastically exclaimed.
"i hate you," corbyn huffed.
"no you don't," daniel laughed. he grabbed corbyn's wrist, turning the boy around in his tracks, "look me in the eyes and say you hate me."
corbyn pouted, "that's not fair," he whined.
"because you don't hate me."
"fine, i don't hate you. i strongly despise you," corbyn corrected. he tried to walk away once again, but daniel grabbed him by the waist, pulling his body in closer.
"baby i don't believe a word you say," daniel said huskily.
corbyn blushed and pursed his lips, "why's that?"
"because last night when we were sleeping you were glued to me and wouldn't let go."
"the wind was scary okay!" corbyn exclaimed in defense, "plus you're really warm," he took a pause, reaching up to wipe a speck of snow from daniel's eyebrow, "speaking of warm, can we please go inside because i'm about to get hypothermia," it was clear to see corbyn was becoming flustered by daniel's actions with him. the touchiness, the darker toned voice, the nicknames; he didn't know why he was feeling this way. daniel was his best friend.
"fine, fine."
the two boys arrived back at their room and changed out of the cold, damp clothes. daniel watched as corbyn admirably eyed one of his hoodie's which was thrown across the desk chair by the window. "you want that bub?" daniel asked, picking up the article of clothing. corbyn nodded. with a smile daniel slipped the hoodie over corbyn's body, "there you go hun," he straightened it out on the boy, running his hands along his sides.
the blush on corbyn's face was impossible to miss. daniel cupped his palms around corbyn's face, gently trailing his thumbs along the soft skin, "warm?" he asked. the mere inches between the two's forehead made corbyn's heart pound like crazy. he let out a shaky breath and nodded. daniel brought his lips to the surface of his forehead, plastering the tiniest kisses along the ridge of it. "good," he pulled away, "you want to go check out the gameroom now? devyn said they had a lot to do in there."
