Oh! hi this is my first story so please be nice and please leave a review! MxM stuff but like nothing bad. maybe slight cursing and smoking, but that's it. Also in my AU, frost smokes, and Sandman is shorter than Frost.


4:27 AM

Frost couldn't sleep. All through the night he was tossing and turning. Eventually he got up and headed outside. Once outside he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one and putting it in his mouth.

Sandman, woken up by Grinch snoring, got up and went outside for some fresh air. Seeing frost, he sat beside him not saying a thing.

Frost seeing sandman, took the cigarette out of his mouth. "Hey sand." Frost said in a quiet voice.

"Why are you up?" sandman said. His voice light, indicating he just woke up.

"I just couldn't sleep. Why are you up sand?"

" Grinch's loud snoring woke me up."

Frost put the cigarette back in his mouth and looked back at the horizon, which soft pinks and reds peeked through. Sandman slumped into his chair, wishing he could start up another sentence with Frost but every time he tried, he froze, looking at Frost blowing smoke out his nose and mouth as the pink and red of the sky outlined the man. To Sandman he looked beautiful. Just perfect. Eventually Frost spoke.

"Stop staring at me." Sandman snapped out of his head, looking at the man, who was now turned around with his arms on the railing,looking at him.

"I-I wasn't-" Sandman turned a rose red color, stuttering.

"Yes you were!"

"I was not!" Frost cheeks were a light pink.

"Yes you fucking were!"

"Okay! maybe I was!" Sandman's cheeks now a dark red.

Frost flicked the cigarette over the railing. For a solid three minutes, nothing was said. Sandman had his head lowered, embarrassed at what he had said. Then Frost's voice spoke through the silence. Now he was closer to Sandman

"Sand-"

"Don't say a fucking thing."

"Fine I won't! I'll show you what I want to say."

"wh-"

Before Sandman could talk Frost grabbed him and kissed him. They stood there, lips interlocked. Frost pulled away from the warm kiss, gasping for air. Sandman looked up at the taller man above him, his eyes staring deep into Frost's eyes. Sandman spoke, stuttering, a lot.

"S-So. uhm, w-what does this m-mean, uhm, b-between u-us?"

Frost gave Sandman a small peck on the lips "whatever you want it to Sand."