Shawn emitted a moan of disgust as he raised heavy eyelids to the world, slivers of cerulean clouded by the sandy dust of sleep as he attempted to focus whilst drowning in crystal blue.
"Why'd you wake me?" he groaned swatting at Chris agitatedly.
"Snow" whispered Chris his voice hitching with excitement, Shawn's attitude failing to crush his happiness.
"What are you talking about?" muttered Shawn burying himself further beneath the covers, desperately seeking the warmth he had been swaddled in mere moments ago.
A hiss of annoyance besmirched his lips as his lover rived the blankets from him, leaving his half clothed form exposed to the frigid air that kissed and nipped at his flesh.
"Chris I'm sleeping!" he grunted grabbing the bedcovers back with a vicious tug, "I don't care about snow!"
"But it's pretty" whined Chris
"No it's not, it's wet, it's cold and it's not worth you waking me up at the crack of dawn!"
"It's 9am!"
"Crack of dawn!" reiterated Shawn huffily rolling onto his side.
"Don't be so grumpy" Chris chided shaking Shawn awake, "Come on, just look at the snow then I promise I'll leave you alone"
"Ugh don't wanna"
Chris wiggled his eyebrows suggestively; a teasing grin graced the corners of his lips.
"I always heard I was irresistible but didn't realise I had the charm to keep you glued to my side Shawn"
"Egomaniac" countered Shawn with a smirk
"But honest right?" laughed Chris
Shawn shrugged, using the moment of light heartedness to turn on his back, eyes flickering shut.
"Hey! You still have snow to see!" protested Chris, forcefully yanking on a golden strand.
"OW!"
Shawn's yelp was tinged with annoyance as he aimed wildly for the younger man.
"Abuse!" hollered Chris as Shawn's fist struck his collarbone
"It's self defence" Shawn corrected, "You pulled my hair!"
"You wouldn't look at the snow" sulked Chris
"If I look at the stupid snow will you let me be?" cried Shawn exasperated.
"I promised!"
With a sigh Shawn rived the blankets back, gasping as his bare feet hit the freezing floor he hopped to the window.
Pulling the curtains back he winced as the cold light glared through the glass, splintering and reflecting off the pure whiteness outside. The snow blanketed the ground, dusted the tops of the cars in the parking lot as he stared watching the flakes billow against the glass.
He sank against Chris as the Canadian wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin against his elbow
"Told you it was pretty"
Shawn traced his hand against the glass, collecting the condensation on his fingers before turning. Casually he wiped his hand across Chris' chest, snickering evilly as he shuddered beneath his touch with a whimper.
"Told 'ya it was cold" he crowed diving back onto the bed.
"You're dead Michaels!" threatened Chris tumbling to the mattress to pin him beneath the blankets, rewarding his immaturity with a tender kiss, the blizzard outside long forgotten in favour of the warmth inside the hotel.