Snow

Elliot groaned and watched Jericho yet again throw himself over the edge with the damn sled. He didn't like snow at all, it was cold and sticky and just plain horrible. That he didn't own warmer clothes didn't help at all, but that fact had been ignored.

At least it wasn't as bad as the summer had been, his pale skin always burned so easy and he had been laughed at by Angel and Seymour when he had refused to swim. This time only Jericho was here, but the blond paid no mind to the grumpy dark villain staring at him as his sled picked up speed.

Jericho loved all kinds of weathers, both the bad and the good. To him it was no different, and he loved to finally have some warm weather. The mountain only offered the cold, but perhaps he loved the cold a little more than the warmth.

And because he loved it, he was trying to make his boyfriend join in. That had proved to be more difficult than he had imagine. Elliot refused to move from his spot, he just stared at Jericho stiff and cold.

The blond sighed again, he did it every time he had come to the bottom of the hill. He couldn't see Elliot, the snow covered the dark form. But he was sure that he still stood still in the same place, this wasn't as fun as he had imagine it to be. Sure it was amusing, and less risky than sliding down the mountain side. But it wasn't the same without Elliot.

Damn it! He was going to get the other with him, if it would take all day. Which it actually might do, the sun had already started to settle so he didn't have much time left.

He went around the hill instead of going up the front, silently he dragged the sled after him and lifted it when it made too much noise. From the back of the hill he could see his boyfriend's still silhouette, and smiled. Maybe he would be able to sneak up on him, something Kyd was famous for doing to others.

Kid Flash had given the other mute a bell on Christmas, something Jericho found hilarious and had made the other wear it a couple of times. Seymour was also into it, and had added to the growing collection of bells when he could. So far Elliot had eight different bells, all in different sizes and colours, even a pink one that Mammoth had given him.

He was so close now, just a couple of more steps! He hefted the sled from his back and put on the ground, taking a cautious step on it he pushed forward.

What are...

Elliot was hit in the back before he had the time to turn, Jericho held out his arms to make sure that he didn't hit his head in the fall. And then snaked his arms around the larger male's waist to keep him on the sled as it made its way to the edge.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Jericho I'm going to teleport away!

The blonde shook his head, makign sure that Elliot felt the moment. The sled tilted at the edge of the hill, wobbling back and forward before gravity pulled it downward. The extra weight added to it by Elliot made it faster than before, and Jericho realized with a small giggle that he had nothing to control the thing with. His body was behind Elliot so he couldn't put down his legs without probably tumble of the thing.

Elliot seemed to realize it to, and gave the hero a dark look before they crashed into the pile of snow at the bottom. The white powder searched its way into their clothes and Jericho shivered when it started to turn to water and run down his spine. Elliot laughed at him before he felt the snow in his clothes do the same.

I hate you for this.

A smile was directed at him from the pile, and Jericho pushed himself up from it and took the sled. Elliot eyes narrowed, if they ended now Jericho would have won... whatever game they were doing. And that would just not do.

Rushing after the other he tackled him down on the snow. He was cold, and soaked and wanted to go home, but he didn't really care as his jeans (he told you that he didn't have warm clothes) got soaked by the pressure on the snow under him.

Pressing down in the other, who was trapped between the snow and him, he smiled and watched Jericho struggle to come up again. Once the blond realized that he wouldn't get away from the stronger man he blinked once, twice, and filled his hands with a snow and threw it at the other's face.

Hell! Jericho, seriously do you know how cold it is?

Jericho shrugged, sending him the message 'get over it' and smiled his innocent smile again. Snow and water dripped down from Elliot's face, and he felt his nose go numb. This whole thing was really starting to get annoying, or it had been since the morning when Jericho dragged him out. The only nice about this whole day had been when they took a break and went to drink hot chocolate, and Jericho had hid his face when Elliot had tried to kiss him. The other acted so cute sometimes...

Elliot grinned, and Jericho watched him in bewilderment. The other looked at him cautiously as he leaned closer, with his face still tingling from the cold he leaned into a kiss. He was probably going to make the other cold, and sick. But right now he didn't care as he pushed into the kiss, probing his tongue at the other.

One thing he had to give Jericho, was when he finally got the other to kiss him, Jericho never pulled away. Letting the other massage his tongue Jericho slowly closed his eyes, Elliot only held them open to see the red (not from the cold) spill over the other's face.

He pulled away when he felt the other start to shiver (this time from the cold) and when both of them needed air. Smirking he lifted the other up with ease and brushed the snow of from both of them.

I win.

Jericho blinked at him... We were playing something?

A/N: I just felt like I wanted to put Seymour in the end, I imagine him as a mayor cockblock that really enjoys pissing of Kyd when he gets the chance. But I have no reason why he would be there so...