#have some jeaneil playing in the snow

[andreilscat]

Neil was running through the empty streets when the first snowflake landed on him. He tilted his head back, taking a deep breath in, and watched as the fog formed when he exhaled. The morning was cold and peaceful, without a soul in sight. He closed his eyes and thought about the warm bed and Andrew who was still sound asleep. He thought of Jean who was probably already up and making the breakfast for them.

He thought about what they were going to do during the day. Andrew would wake up and complain about the cold. They would eat and go out. Jean and Neil would drink tea and Andrew hot chocolate. He would taste sweet when they kissed afterward. Andrew would drive them around and they would call Kevin. They still weren’t used to traveling anywhere without him but he insisted they should go since he was trying to spend more time with Wymack. ****************************************************

“Just how stupid are you, Josten?” Jean said the moment he heard the front door open. “Did you not realize how cold it was outside, or did you acknowledge it and just decided to ignore it?” he continued, turning around to look at Neil who had just walked into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a hoodie and sweatpants.

“I needed some fresh air.”

Jean looked him up and down, before softening his voice, “You should have woken me up to go with you, you know I don’t mind.”

“Oh sure you don’t,” Neil laughed walking over to him, “But you just love to complain after. Besides, I wouldn’t want you risking getting sick.”

“Is that because you suck at making soup, or because Kevin would kill you?”

“Oh let’s not get into details,” Neil tried to sound annoyed, but his eyes were filled with an entirely different emotion as he got closer, looking up at him until Jean was bending down, and letting Neil give him a quick kiss.

“Drew still asleep?”

“Yeah, you should go check on him though, he is going to suffocate under all those covers.”

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Andrew was curled into himself, his figure barely visible with all the pillows and heavy blankets.

“Jean is afraid you might suffocate under all that,” Neil whispered, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Andrew’s arm emerged from under the covers and wrapped around Neil’s wrist, pulling him closer.

“Better this than suffocating in the cold,” he said, eyeing Neil carefully. “At least wear something warmer.”

“Worried about me?” Neil smiled, leaning in.

“Fuck you,” Andrew muttered, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

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“Stop running,” Jean yelled after Neil.

They were running round the park, despite it being so late at night. They could scarcely see each other under the street lamp that barely gave out any light.

Earlier that day Neil had asked them to play in the snow, but of course, he knew that Andrew would just roll his eyes at that. That meant that his only other option was Jean who wasn’t particularly fond of snow but was very fond of the blue-eyed boy who had kindly asked them, and he just didn’t know how to tell him no. That was a big mistake.

“Your problem for not being able to keep up,” Neil said, stopping suddenly and causing Jean to crush into him, almost falling on his ass.

He grabbed a hold of Neil’s arm to keep him in place, “Can you please stop running away, I can hardly see you.”

“Really? You threw a snowball directly at my face!”

“Not on purpose,” He whispered, “It’s so dark and I couldn’t see properly. I’m sorry,” he continued, standing up to his full height, wrapping his arms around Neil and kissing the top of his head.  ”I’ll be more careful next time. Forgive me?”

“Oh don’t try to sweet talk me,” Neil started, but before he could say anything else, a shiver ran down his spine and he yelped as Jean showed a handful of snow down his jacket, laughing as he did so.

“Oh you will pay for that,” Neil said, grabbing Jean around the waist and tackling him. They both hit the ground hard. Jean groaned when Neil climbed on top of him, settling himself on his lap.

“So fucking tall,” Neil mumbled as he leaned down to kiss each of his cheeks. His nose was so red and Neil couldn’t resist giving it a little peck before taking his face between his hands and kissing him senselessly.

Jean smiled as he deepened the kiss, pulling him impossibly close. When Neil finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily and holding tightly onto each other.

“You know, as much as I’m enjoying this, I do think we should head back if we don’t want to get hypothermia.”

Neil giggled, letting Jean pull them both off the ground.

“Oh, Andrew would actually kill us if we did.”

They were still giggling and as they made their way down the street, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined.