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popslash_lollipops2005-11-28 06:46 pm
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Chris/Nick
Chris/Nick - building snowpeople, having a snowball fight, sledding (something fun in the snow) then going inside to "warm up."
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This was my best idea ever! Chris was thinking just before a cold ball of snow connected with his face, sending it’s contents down the collar of his coat and into his ear. He brushed as much off as he could, given the soggy state of his mittens. Narrowing his eyes, Chris turned around and said, “You’ve written out your will, right?”
Nick smiled, sun shining off his blonde hair and actually threw back his head and laughed. The sound was so melodious that for a moment Chris forgot all about the wet spot forming in the small of his back. Until it broke the back/ass threshold.
Then Chris remembered everything and launched his own snowball.
Unfortunately for Nick, he was still laughing and caught it full in the face. He sputtered and choked a bit before deciding that hand to hand combat was probably best and scooping up an armload of snow and simply charging Chris.
Who took off like Satan himself was on his tail. Chris stumbled and Nick got to dump his load of snow over his head, but Chris had played in the snow a lot more than Nick had and was already gathering snow for a counterattack. Nick ran, Chris caught up, almost, and grabbed at the back of Nick’s jacket, coming away with only the waist of his pants. Chris dumped the handful of snow he had and ran the other way.
They went back and forth, marking the clean surface of the snow will large sloppy footprints and huge sinking holes in varying sizes until Chris finally called an official time out. They stood only a foot or so apart, heads ducked and hands on their knees, panting. Clouds of frozen breath filled the space between them. They were both soaked to their bright red skins. Nick, who had insisted he didn’t need a hat, was sporting wet hair as well.
“Phew. I’m getting to old for this!” Nick chuckled as he said it. Chris would never admit he was too old for anything. Except maybe bedtimes.
“Kids these days have no stamina, no stamina at all.” Chris shook his head and tssk’d loudly.
“Oh, you think I have no stamina, do you?” Nick raised an eyebrow, daring Chris to agree.
“Aw. Is the ego all wounded and fragile now?” Chris clucked at Nick and stepped forward to pet his back.
Nick let Chris ‘comfort’ him, even adding in a few sighs before pitching forward hard.
Chris sputtered and slammed his fists into the snow in exasperation. “You’re so going to pay for that!”
Nick stopped at the doorway. “Oh, I hope so. I really do.” He wiggled his soggy derriere and headed inside. “You hang up the clothes and I’ll start the fire?”
Chris lay still for a moment and then chased inside.
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This is just perfect. Happy Cartrick playing in the snow. :) Yay!
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Boys frolicking in the snow, what joy!! Nick might be a waterbaby but I always think that snow would suit him too - probably because you can frolick in both :-) And this was such fun with them both getting all exhausted and red and wet!
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In the snow!
Eeeeee!!!!
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