Alright…got bored. So, I was looking at pictures and decided that Jefferson/Killian would be wonderful. So, here you are, dearies. Just so you know, in this, the two were already friends.

It was snowing hard outside the boy's dorm of Storybrooke Academy. Some boys looked out at the powder with joy. Others stared out the windows sadly. Even more just didn't care.

Jefferson just sat on his bed, read his book, and drank his tea. He didn't care if it was snowing, as long as he wasn't bothered too much. But of course, that wasn't going to happen.

"Jeff, check this snow out!"

The door had opened and Jefferson's best male friend, Killian Jones, ran in, snow on his clothes and skin a bit pink. He was smiling, though his brilliantly white teeth were chattering.

"I see it. You're going to get sick, by the way."

"You're no fun."

"And you need to dry off," replied Jefferson, standing and striding to his bathroom. "Here."

The towel he threw smacked into Killian's face, making the scruffy boy stumble.

"I swear, if one of my earrings comes out…" grumbled Killian, drying his hair.

"You sound like a girl," snickered Jefferson.

"Shut the hell up, Jeff."

"Don't call me Jeff. You know I hate it."

"Yeah. And that's why I keep doing it."

Killian sat on Jefferson's desk, grinning. Jefferson just rolled his eyes, sat back down on his bed, and continued to read his book. There was a moment of silence, then:

"What're you reading?"

Killian had moved to sit next to Jefferson on the narrow bed. His shoulder was pressed into Jefferson's arm, his head resting on his friend's shoulder. Killian's still-damp hair brushed against the scar on Jefferson's neck, almost making Jefferson shudder.

"Grimm Brothers," said Jefferson after a moment.

"Is it any good?"

Wait, since when did Killian care about books?

"It's alright. I've read it a few times, so it's a bit boring…"

Killian nodded, then took the book from Jefferson's hands, put it on the desk, and easily hopped into Jefferson's lap. For a moment, Jefferson was confused at his friend's behavior, brain slowed by the weather. Then he felt chapped lips pressed to his mouth and stubble tickle his chin. There was another moment of silence as the two kissed, then Killian pulled away, grinning.

"Am I warm enough for you not to worry about me now?"

"Let's go with that."

Well, here we are…Awkward fluffy stuff of…odd pairing…ness. Whee! And yes, I am thinking off doing a longer version of this sort of thing. I wonder what we could call this pairing. I'll go with MadCaptain. That sounds cool…