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COLD DECEMBER NIGHT ! jarbyn
IN WHICH ! jack is a very cold boy ; fluff
SONG ! cold december night - micheal buble
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chilly air drifted throughout the night sky, small flakes of snow dancing around the brazen winds. fingers clasped onto a warm hand, desperately trying to steal its' warmth. the two boys set a comfortable pace, a set of legs not having to do too much work to catch up with the taller's long strides.
corbyn looked down as a small, quiet, whine sounded out from besides him, catching wind of a pouting jack as brown orbs met blue ones, "hey, what's wrong, angel."
"'m cold, corb."
the brunette glanced down at the boy's shivering body, his pastel hoodie not doing much to stop the cold vibrations as he continued to pull his sleeves over his finger tips. corbyn's tongue clicked in disapproval, quickly shedding his puffy coat before helping jack tenderly place his arms in the warmth. "that better, bub?"
the boy shrugged weakly, pulling the cloth over his torso as his limbs continued to tremble lowly, "a little? 'm still cold."
"we're almost home, love. we can get you all cozied up in some blankets by the fireplace. what's still cold?"
"my hands."
corbyn picked up the brunette's hands, reaching through the slightly oversized sleeves to gather jack's fingers in his. one at a time, the boy tried to warm up the smaller's hands–rubbing his larger palms around trembling ones, holding them up to his mouth as he pressed little kisses to the back of his palm.
jack smiled up at the new sense of warmth provided, curling his fingers into corbyn's touch as his warm breath heated up his hands, offering sweet and soothing comfort. the older brunette pulled the smaller into his touch, wrapping gentle arms around his boy as he used his body to heat jack up. "let's get home, angel."
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"mine or yours?"
jack looked up from his persistently trembling toes, nearly finished placing fuzzy socks over the pale skin, "yours."
corbyn hummed, removing his sweatshirt off the hanger to help place the large piece on jack's body. "arms."
jack lifted his arms above his head, corbyn gently maneuvering the grey top onto his boy. the brunette had already shoved on some comfy sweatpants, socks now fully placed over his ankles. "you wanna go by the fireplace now?"
"no, i just wanna go in the bed." jack gazed towards the fluffy comforter, watching the pile of warm blankets slowly multiply as corbyn seemed to pull the covers out of nowhere.
"you don't wanna go by the fireplace anymore?" corbyn stood in front of the boy, pulling his body to lean into his chest, jack shifting as he wrapped his arms around the taller's torso.
"i don't wanna move, 'jus wanna get in the covers with you."
"alright, that's okay." corbyn helped the cold boy onto his feet, guiding the brunette towards the bed. pulling back the covers before helping the boy in. "what do you wanna do?"
"can we just–i dunno–talk? and what are you doing, get in here."
the brunette scoffed, moving over to the other side of the bed before sliding under the sheets, pulling jack onto his chest, moving a reassuring hand up and down the long of his back, "remember how i asked you out?"
a small giggle bubbled out of jack's throat, nodding gently into corbyn's chest, "you asked me during the 8 letters tour, you were all sweaty and nervous and then you just blurted it out."
"you can't blame me," corbyn protested, "it was a long show. and who wouldn't be nervous asking the most perfect boy in the world to be his."
the boy blushed, hiding his beet red features into the brunette's muscled chest, mumbling out gentle protests at the praise.
corbyn laughed fondly at the brunette, moving his hands to caress the nape of his neck. "i'm still cold, corb."
"still?" an arm came out to wrap another blanket around jack's torso, layering yet another cover atop the shivering brunette. pulling the boy completely on top of him, corbyn pressed small kisses to jack's jaw, the smaller's giggles sounding into his ear as the brunette continued his gentle attack.
jack squirmed away once he started to get ticklish, resting palms on the older's chest as he pushed himself up, looking into green orbs as a pout came to form on his lips, "how come you're always so warm. it's not fair."
"i don't know, angel. i just am, but wouldn't you prefer that?"
"prefer me being cold all the time? i don't."
"no, me being all warm so that whenever you're cold all you have to do is find me for a warm hug and–bam!–you feel all better."
the boy smiled at that, shying away from the loving gaze focused on him before digging his head back into corbyn's chest, "well it's not working because i'm still cold."
corbyn huffed, breathing out a laugh before placing another blanket atop jack's body, "lemme see your hands, angel."
jack fished his hands out of the covers, presenting them towards the brunette as he continued to nestle his head into corbyn's collarbone. the brunette repeated his actions from the street, pressing the still cold finger tips to his lips, blowing warm air onto the shivering limbs. the boy then littering kisses onto jack's hand, gently pretending to gnaw on his fingers, the boy yelping in protest.
"why are you so cold today, bubba?" corbyn question, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of jack's knuckles before moving onto the next hand.
"i dunno, the weather hates me." the boy whined his answer into corbyn's neck, snuggling further into the constant comfort corbyn provided.
"is anything else cold?"
jack nodded, innocent orbs peeking out of their hiding spot as a small smile toyed on the boy's face.
"what?"
"my lips."
the older brunette couldn't hold back his laugh at that, warmth rumbling his body as jack lightly bounced on the boy's chest, "oh, really?"
jack nodded, rather proud expression plastered onto his face as corbyn's hands came up to cup his face. firm, reassuring palms pressed up to his boy's cheeks as corbyn guided jack's head down. their lips connected in a gentle kiss, corbyn guiding the passionate movement as he pressed his lips against the younger with nothing but love and warmth embedded into the action. pulling away, the brunette's finger moved to thumb at jack's lip, playing with the soft tissue as he smiled at the boy that was all his.
"that better?"
"much."
i want something that lasts forever so kiss me on this cold december night
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wc. 1088
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