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Winter was an overtly miserable season, with its few positives being heavily outweighed by its abundance of negatives.
At least, that was how Marvin had always viewed it.
His cynicism for the season stemmed from one issue in particular; that was, of course, the bitterly freezing temperatures that transpired as days began to shorten.
Snow was often regarded as a spectacle of wonder and delight; it was magical, there was no doubt about that.
But not to Marvin.
No, it soaked through his clothes and froze his fingertips. Not to mention that the cold made his joints ache, even more so than usual.
Although, Marvin supposed that he was somewhat fortunate, considering the fact that the cold didn’t seem to bother him as much as how it affected others (especially Jason, he discovered long ago, the boy often adopting a blue face and hands whenever the temperature dropped far too low).
In some sense, that made him feel even worse about the season, unable to relate to the constant irritated grumbling of his friends.
One person in particular who had been persistent with his nagging was - to the amazement of absolutely no one - none other than his boyfriend, Whizzer Brown.
Sure, Marvin was used to Whizzer’s occasional complaining, but during Winter? It was as though a feral beast had seized control of the man, compelling him to act out more.
(For better or for worse, Marvin was still unsure)
One of such instances was at that current moment in time - Marvin had finally given into Whizzer’s insistent grumbling, offering to put the kettle on and brew his lover a hot cup of tea, which only garnered another spell of complaints from the man who apparently doubted Marvin’s tea-making ability.
Marvin had only a few moments alone in the kitchen, blissful with the lack of bitching from his partner, before Whizzer was marching into the room after him, arms wrapped taut around himself in what appeared to be an attempt to warm him up.
"My hands are cold." Whizzer's far too familiar whining was merely background noise to the elder, who had hastily learnt to tune it out long ago, falling deaf upon his ears. "Marvin."
Huffing, the man in question twisted his head to the side, eyes straining as he scoured the area for his beloved boyfriend, who was apparently incapable of waiting a few minutes for his hot drink.
Once he was able to scout him out, Marvin gave him a fleeting, unimpressed glance, eyebrows furrowed as Whizzer (with poised grace, despite earlier complaints) strode across the cramped kitchen towards him, nose and cheeks distinctly much rosier than they had been beforehand.
With the man approaching, Marvin hurriedly glanced forwards again, fingers drumming against the counter below him in a melodic rhythm, a cheeky grin twitching upon his chapped lips, patiently awaiting the kettle to boil his water.
Unfortunately, his lighthearted attempts to ignore Whizzer were futile when the man all of a sudden slotted into place behind him, toned arms wrapping around his waist and tugging Marvin flush into his slim frame.
When Whizzer nestled his face into one of Marvin's shoulders, nosing at his neck, the man finally cracked, heart elatedly fluttering within his chest as a distinct wobble came about his legs.
"And?" Marvin finally grumbled, unable to stop the dusting of pink from darkening across his cheeks. "What do you want me to do about it?"
He twisted his head down slightly, gaze unwavering as he attempted to cast a wary glance at Whizzer, who was blinking up at him, warm, mocha eyes dazzling radiantly under the glow of the kitchen's dim light.
Long eyelashes fluttered when Marvin continued to stare, a pout playing upon glossy lips - presumably that way from the abundance of chapstick Whizzer had been slathering on to his lips, as to stop them from getting so chapped.
At the grumbled answer that he received in response to his moaning, Whizzer scowled, face positively sour before twisting into something much more teasingly pitiful, lips ghosting along Marvin's neck, drawing a sweet grunt from Marvin whose hands latched on to Whizzer's squeezing wrists.
"You're so horrible to me sometimes, Marvin." Whizzer sighed with practised theatrics, fingers fiddling with the buttons of Marvin's particularly colourful button-up.
Lips twitching up into an adoring grin, Marvin let his eyes slip shut as he leant back into Whizzer, softly declaring, "I love you."
In response, Whizzer finally lifted his head, Marvin cracking an eye open as the other man tilted his head down and pressed a tender, adoring kiss to his lips.
Marvin raised a steady hand and cupped one of Whizzer's flushed cheeks, pulling his lover in even closer for a deeper kiss, to which the other happily obliged, humming into his mouth when Marvin's lips parted.
Momentarily pulling back, Marvin allowed both of his tired eyes to flutter open, thumb rubbing at Whizzer's eyelid in a soothing motion. "Go and turn the heating on, or someth -"
Rather unfortunately, Marvin's words fell faint upon his own ears, that had flushed a wonderfully dark crimson when Whizzer's large, calloused hands slipped under Marvin's shirt, glacial fingers dragging against his warm skin at an agonisingly steady pace.
Something almost wicked dazzled within Whizzer's eyes, a brow raised in faux confusion when Marvin shot him a pointed - although not heated - glare, a crimson flush splattering his neck and face as fingers began to knead at surprisingly soft skin.
"Ah, Whizzer…" Marvin groaned, arching back into the taller man’s embrace, hands dropping from his face as they reached to grasp Whizzer’s biceps, squeezing taut in pleasure.
Rubbing circles into Marvin’s stomach with a thumb, Whizzer gradually trailed his nimble fingers up towards the other’s heaving chest, brushing through the mess of short, hickory curls that littered Marvin’s chest.
"It’s fine," Whizzer hummed, nonchalant, velvety words melting into Marvin’s neck, followed by a saccharine smooch to Marvin’s stubble-littered jaw, "You’re warm enough."
As he uttered that particularly sultry line, a delightful shiver wracking Marvin’s spine as a result of it, he enunciated it with a gentle flick to one of Marvin’s nipples, hiding his unfurling grin within the crook of Marvin’s shoulder at the rumbling moan it elicited from the man.
Clearly embarrassed - silently cursing Whizzer for the knowledge he possessed on how to reduce Marvin to a puddle of pure pleasure - Marvin attempted to push his boyfriend away, to no avail as Whizzer only pressed closer, one hand planted firmly against Marvin’s podgy stomach, kneading the chub, whilst the other focused on massaging one of his pecs, brushing through the short, curly hairs.
Marvin's heart ached with absolute, unadulterated love for this man, for whom he had once foolishly taken for granted and cast aside without a passing glance.
Truly, Marvin was foolish to have ever let him out of his sight; but he was an even luckier man to have Whizzer back again, and he had no intention to let him go for as long as he lived.
No longer were Whizzer’s hands encased in their icy confines, the heat buzzing from Marvin’s blushing body enough to have melted them. It was terribly fortunate, otherwise he would have had an excuse to shove Whizzer away.
Tilting his head back on to one of Whizzer’s shoulders, Marvin allowed the man to mould him, as though he were pliable clay awaiting someone to shape him into something greater.
That wasn't too far from reality. If not for Whizzer, Marvin would be a much lesser man than the one he had been able to grow into. Pondering on it, Marvin owed Whizzer a great amount - but he was more than willing to get anything for the man, if it guaranteed Whizzer’s happiness.
Hell, he would steal the moon and give it to him upon a silver platter, if asked.
Pleased, Whizzer rewarded Marvin’s uncharacteristic submission with a tender kiss to his rosey cheek and another flick of his nipple, earning a deliciously amorous whine as Whizzer pressed his calloused finger against it and rubbed.
"Bastard." Marvin fondly grumbled, an amused lilt to his voice that had become awfully hoarse from all of Whizzer's petting.
"Harsh." Whizzer huffed, in good nature, before both of his arms wrapped around Marvin’s waist, merely embracing the man, nuzzling his cheek against Marvin’s own.
In turn, Marvin’s hands slipped underneath his own shirt, so that he could grasp on to Whizzer’s hands and intertwine their fingers, offering a soft squeeze which was eagerly returned.
For that moment, the two lovers held one another, falling into a lapse of tranquillity, the only sound that of the kettle bubbling. Even then, the noise was tuned out by the soft breathing of Whizzer, a spectacular melody that flitted harmonically through Marvin’s putty mind.
And then the door jangled, announcing the presence of an unknown guest, breaking the two lovers out of their trance.
At once, Whizzer was scrambling away, Marvin momentarily mourning the loss of those warm, secure arms holding him as though he were something precious; something worth holding with such prudence.
Tucking his shirt back in, Marvin whirled around, meeting the gleeful gaze of his son further down the kitchen. Embarrassed, the man rubbed furiously at his flushed cheeks, willing his heart to stop pounding so hard that it would erupt from his chest.
"Hey, dad! Hey, Whizzer!” Jason - thankfully oblivious to what he had almost wandered into - greeted with a bright grin, voice muffled behind his thick scarf and even thicker coat, hat atop his head littered in an abundance of snowflakes.
Whizzer, who had unfairly regained his composure at once, now leaning nonchalantly against the counter beside Marvin, offered a small wave. “Hey, Jase.” Regarding the boy, he amusedly queried, “How bad’s it snowing?”
Without prompting, Jason launched into an excited ramble about the weather and the various activities he had been partaking in for the past few hours. And Whizzer just as eagerly listened along, genuinely interested in the boy’s adventures.
The interaction made Marvin’s heart ache, and he had to turn back around as to smother the utterly doting smile that oozed over his lips - Whizzer truly was the most perfect man ever. Nobody could hold a candle to his brilliance.
Grasping the kettle as it began to whistle, indicating its finish, Marvin poured the piping water into a mug, entranced by the steam billowing from the hot drink as he stirred the teabag within.
"Do you want a hot drink, Jason?” Marvin glanced over his shoulder to where Jason had begun to peel off his many layers, the boy shaking his head.
Shrugging, Marvin cradled the drink in two hands and handed it over to Whizzer, slotting it between his lover's awaiting hands.
It caught Whizzer somewhat off guard, a grateful smile unfurling upon his lips as he pressed a fleeting, but sweet, peck to Marvin’s cheek, “Thanks, Marv.” Both men shared a delighted chuckle with one another as Jason retched at the show of unadulterated affection.
"Dad?” Jason inquired, carefully, awaiting his father’s attention before bashfully continuing, “Could you go sledding with me tomorrow?” He seemed to pause as to ponder over his own question before plastering on, “Just for a bit! We don't have to stay out for long.”
Much to his own surprise, and that of his son and partner, Marvin nodded his confirmation without missing a beat. “I'll go out sledding with you, kid.”
Blinking, Jason scratched at his head of onyx curls, a startled grin tugging at his mouth, “Really?” He eyed his father warily, despite having been the one to ask for it, “But you hate the cold.”
With a fleeting, not-so-subtle glance in Whizzer’s direction, Marvin leant his hip against the kitchen counter and hummed thoughtfully, offering a halfhearted shrug of his shoulders as he smiled warmly, “It’s growing on me.”