Aurora
Alfred groaned in discomfort, rubbing his hands together frantically to warm them up. He looked like a great big charred marshmallow in his poofy black coat, but he didn't care. It was brutally cold, and he didn't know how or why he had let Matthew convince him to go this far north. He couldn't stand the weather in Toronto, never mind a tiny little island in Nunavut that was all Matthew's. Maybe it was the look in those cute eyes? The pout that Matthew had gave?
"It's so cold." he mumbled between chattering teeth. He felt jealous of Matthew, who didn't seem to mind the weather at all, stepping out from the cabin in just a simple fall jacket, two steaming mugs of hot cocoa in each hand. The Canadian grinned at him, offering the cup. Alfred gratefully accepted one, sighing as the warmth seeped through his fingers. He took a sip, marveling at Matthew's talent at making the best cup of cocoa ever. Maybe it was his secret super power?
"Stop whining, you big baby." Matthew told him, smiling as he bumped their shoulders together affectionately, sitting as close to Alfred as possible. "Just watch, and then you can go inside and warm up."
Alfred smirked, his humor not yet frozen like the rest of him. His cold fingers brushed over Matthew's equally cold cheek, the touch gentle, surprising both of them. "You'll help me warm up right? Keep the bed warm?" Matthew blushed deeply, taking a long drink from his mug to cover his embarrassment. Alfred just chuckled, pressing chapped lips to Matthew's temple before sipping at his own hot cocoa.
"Oh look. It's starting." Slowly, like a sunrise, colors spread above them, like the sky was a canvas and the lights water colors. Blues and greens, reds and purples. Mingling, streaking, waving before fading away only to be replaced by a new color. Endless delicate ribbons dancing among the stars before being erased.
They sat close together, watching it all and feeling a strange sense of smallness. Nothing compared to the earth that ruled them all. Alfred ignored the voice that said they could have simply gone to Manitoba if they wanted to see this. Matthew had picked Nunavut for a reason. They were on top of the world. Together, small and separate.
They stayed there, taking it in. Their cocoa forgotten, just near each other, humbled, until even Matthew was shivering, fingers stiff. Alfred pulled Matthew to him, pressing their lips together, the green above dying their hair and skin green, all the colors reflected in their eyes. He understood, just a bit, what Matthew was saying without words, showing him this.
"I love you Matt." He'd said it before. But never with anything so close to god watching. So he'd say it and put his soul into the words. Matthew started to tear up, leaning forward to kiss him. Small, nothing compared to a force uncontrolled, wild and untamed.
They pulled away from each other, watching the last dregs of the lights until they were gone, fading like little wisps of smoke. As they continued to sit, they kissed occasionally, touching each other tenderly.
With another grin, Alfred pulled Matthew up to come back inside with him. "So. About warming me up?"
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