A/N: Rated T for guy on guy kissing. It's another long one, but I swear they go back to being short actual drabbles after this.
Minnesota winters were pretty predictable. You could bet money on the fact that come November, there would be snow. You wanted a white Christmas, you come to Minnesota. You wanted to make an entire family of snowmen, plus some snow leftover to cover your yard, you come to Minnesota. You wanted to go sledding on the weekends, you come to Minnesota.
Kendall loved it, loved the chill in the air, loved the icicles hanging from all the roofs, loved the frozen ponds he and his friends played hockey on. But mostly, he loved how everyone around him seemed to turn into a giant kid, especially his boyfriend, James.
James was forever worried about his appearance, constantly fretting over his hair, his face, his tan. He was more concerned over his looks than most girls Kendall knew. But as soon as those snowflakes started falling, James turned into a six-foot-one little boy, bouncing around, wanting to go out and play in it. He didn't care about his beanie fucking up his hair. He didn't care about how red his cheeks were, how his nose was dry and cracked from blowing it so much thanks to the cold air. He didn't care about how uncool he looked going down a giant hill in a sled, screaming like a girl, Kendall's little sister Katie sometimes joining in. James just wanted to have fun.
And at that moment, as the taller male bent down and gathered up some snow in his gloved hands, huge smile on his face, Kendall knew he was definitely doing just that. The laugh the brunet let out as the snowball hit the blond squarely in the face further added to that image.
Kendall glared at the elder male, his game face on, the one he used to intimidate players of opposing hockey teams. "Oh, it's on, Diamond!" he yelled out before bending down to create a snowball of his own.
"Bring it, Knight!" the brunet replied, making more snowballs to fight back.
An all out war broke out between the two males, James having the upper hand, seeming to be pelting Kendall more than actually getting pelted. And if there was one thing the blond hated most in the world, it was losing.
So without warning, he dropped the snow he was forming into a ball and rushed his boyfriend. His arms wrapped around the slightly taller male, shoulders in the middle of his torso as Kendall tackled him down onto the ground, the foot of snow softening the blow.
James let out an "oomf", the wind knocked out of him, as Kendall lay on top of him, pinning him down. The blond just laughed, knocking his boyfriend's beanie off his head before grabbing a handful of snow and smashing it into the elder's shaggy brown hair.
"Dude!" James practically yelled, trying to push Kendall's arms away, the two fighting for control. It didn't last long, the two of them laughing too hard to keep it up.
Eventually, Kendall dropped his hands, using his forearms to prop himself up, body still resting on top of his boyfriend's. He looked down, seeing those rosy cheeks he loved so much, seeing his reddened nose, his slightly chapped lips, the snowflakes on those impossibly long lashes. He knew his boyfriend was beautiful, it was just a fact of life, but it was a fact that he had accepted and just shoved to the back of his mind, completely forgotten about, like whatever he learned in elementary and middle school. But as he laid there, looking down at the other male, he was reminded of how truly gorgeous his boyfriend was, both inside and out, and how the elder boy still managed to take his breath away.
"I love you," he stated, glove covered thumb rubbing his boyfriend's red cheek.
A huge smile broke out on James' face, hazel eyes sparkling. "I love you, too."
It was second nature for Kendall to lean down and press his lips to the other guy's, James' immediately kissing back as more snow gently fell from the sky.
