"Jesus Christ, Alfred, it's freezing out here!"

"Yeah, I noticed. And you've been complainin' about it for the past thirty minutes. Tough it out! We're winnin' by a mile!"

"All the more reason to leave now and get ahead of the traffic."

Alfred rolled his eyes and shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "I told you to bring a jacket, but did you listen? Noooo..."

"Shut it," Arthur muttered, wrapping his arms around himself in a useless attempt to conserve what little body heat he had left. "Wasn't even my idea to come to this stupid game... none of these rules make sense... too many players..."

The home team scored and Alfred stood up to cheer loudly and obnoxiously with the rest of the students. Arthur kept muttering to himself.

After the crowd quietened, Alfred sat down again, his cheeks rosy pink from both cold and excitement, his breath coming out in bright white puffs visible against the black night sky above the stadium. Arthur's attention was mostly drawn towards Alfred's jacket, though, which was an authentic World War II pilot jacket he'd gotten from an army surplus store a while back. Needless to say, it looked warm, and Arthur was consumed with envy.

A family unfolded a blanket and draped it over themselves, and an idea struck Arthur.

"Hey," he mumbled, not trying to be heard over the crowd but also nudging Alfred in the arm so he would be noticed. "Share your jacket with me?"

"What?" Alfred said, tearing his attention from the athletes. He clearly hadn't been listening.

"I said, could you share your jacket with me?" Arthur repeated, this time speaking louder so Alfred could hear.

"You want me to what? No way, man, that's... uh..."

Arthur raised an eyebrow as if daring Alfred to finish that sentence. "Hm? What's that? 'No way, man, that's...' what?"

"Jeez, quit bein' so sensitive, Artie. Only jokin'. Here." He took off his jacket-that warm, leather jacket-and draped it over Arthur's shoulders. "Better?"

Arthur shivered from the sudden change in temperature, but it was a good shiver. It was the kind of shiver you get when the one you love holds you in their arms, and you feel safe and warm and comfortable. The jacket guarded Arthur from the biting cold wind, and kept Alfred's warmth and smell close.

With a smile, Arthur sighed contentedly and leaned against Alfred's shoulder, now feeling almost reluctant to go home when the game ended.

"Better."


A/N: Just got back from a game and wanted to write a little drabble. I'm not posting as much anymore because I want to focus on more original work for scholarship contests and stuff. I can't promise I'll have the time for more developed fanfictions, but I will try.

~Jel