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“Tell me again why I'm freezing my balls off in the middle of nowhere instead of sitting on the beach ogling you in a bikini?” Kayn asks as he blows on his stiff fingers, throwing the best scowl he can at the back of Ezreal's head.
Unfortunately that skull is impenetrable.
“I told you already,” Ez chirps, fluttering a hand out to the landscape around the lodge they'll be staying at, “this place is perfect for taking pictures – imagine all the shots we're going to get with my smile and the snow sparkling!”
It's the worst reason Kayn has ever heard, and he's come up with some awful ones himself.
“Plus I agreed to backshots on the bearskin rug in front of the fire.”
Oh, right... thinking with the wrong head again.
“Can we get to that part already?” They're gonna have to do it soon or his dick is gonna freeze off. “You've gotten like three selfies with that tree already.”
The little brat rolls his eyes and turns to slip his arm through Kayn's, smushing their faces close as he snaps a selfie that Kayn was definitely not ready for.
“Now I have one with a popsicle too!”
He's the worst.
“I hate you.”
“No you don't.” Ez winks at him, pressing a chilly kiss to Kayn's cheek. His cute little nose is bright red and cold as hell where it presses into Kayn's temple – awful in a way that makes his chest squirm with warmth. “I'll be done in a minute, then we can head up to the ski slopes.”
“ Ugggghhh- ” Kayn lets himself slump back against the bench he's probably frozen to by now. “What about an inside activity?”
“I thought you wanted to go snowboarding!”
Oh, right. He had wanted to do that... back when he was sitting at home with Ezreal planning a trip. But it seems a lot less pleasant now after the realization that snowboarding is cold as hell.
“Well, maybe I changed my mind after freezing my ass off out here for the last hour.”
Ezreal huffs, crossing his arms with a pout that actually looks genuine for once.
“If you're going to be miserable the whole time then maybe we should just go home.”
Well now he kinda feels like an asshole – the little brat was excited about this trip, he'd been chattering Kayn's ear off for weeks about how romantic it would be, how pretty the snow would look, how peaceful the lodge is with hardly anyone else there, how he'd even find something fun for Kayn to do so he wouldn't get bored... And Kayn had grunted at all of that, telling him to do whatever he wanted and joking that he's sure he'd see the photos later on social media and figure out where they went.
Okay, so maybe he's more than kind of an asshole.
Sighing, he throws an arm over Ezreal's shoulder and pulls him closer on the bench. “Hey.”
The pompom on the top of Ezreal's hat grazes his cheek as his head tips onto Kayn's shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“It's, um-” he shrugs a little, looking around the pristine snow all around them, and squeezes Ezreal closer. “It's really pretty out here, and you were right.”
Ezreal sighs back at him, looking out at the view he'd been so excited about. Kayn can see the profile of his frown. “It's fine, Kayn. We probably should've just gone to the beach with Sett and Phel.”
“No, I mean it,” Kayn insists, pulling his mitten off with his teeth so he can turn Ezreal's chin to face him. “It is nice, and romantic, and quiet, and all that other stuff. And I want to spend time with you – just us, okay?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He leans down to bump the knit edges of their hats together. “You're worth a little frostbite.”
“Shut up,” Ezreal laughs, pushing at him.
“Never – you still have to kiss me when my nose freezes off and leaves a gross hole,” Kayn teases him, crowding into his space to steal a kiss.
“Ew no!” Mittens shove at his face, tickling Kayn with itchy wool, pulling at the chapped skin of his lips where he grins. “You'll leak snot everywhere-”
“I never complain about your snot when you cry during sex,” Kayn reminds him through a mouthful of wool.
“That's because I'm cute! You'd be noseless!”
“Oh I see how it is,” Kayn scoffs, spitting out the mitten and batting Ezreal's hands down so he can fix him with his most disappointed frown. “Love stops at disfigurement-”
“I didn't say that!”
“I bet you wouldn't love me if I were a worm either-”
“Kayn!”
“Nope! I'm telling everyone on the internet – 'from rockstar to refuse – popstar prince kicks Kayn to the curb!'”
Ezreal's laugh echoes across the quiet grounds, “No! That was a good one!”
“Yeah, well... you're the one who made it happen.” He can't stop grinning – decides to push that grin into Ezreal's until their cold teeth clink together. “My last headline, huh?”
“You're stupid,” Ezreal murmurs against his lips, then shivers and looks up at Kayn sheepishly, “But uh... maybe you had a point about the cold... wanna go inside and fuck on the rug?”
“You read my mind, sweetheart.” Kayn steals one more kiss before hauling them both off the bench with a lecherous grin. “Time to put this nose somewhere much warmer.”