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Nuclear Winter 4b (the end!) [corrected version]

[(Anonymous)]

"You always know just what to say," Arcade mock-sighs. "You hopeless romantic, you." He reaches up a hand and tugs off a snow covered glove with his teeth, then uses the uncovered (and blissfully dry) hand to carefully tuck himself back into his pants, zipping up. Boone crawls his way back up Arcade's body, pressing a kiss thoughtfully to the corner of his mouth. Arcade was relieved. As much as he liked kissing Boone, he REALLY didn't like the taste of a post-blowjob makeout.

"Let's see how it turned out," Boone says, and he pulls himself to his feet, reaching a hand down to help pull Arcade up. They carefully maneuver themselves in the middle of Arcade's snow angel, mindful not to kick over the sides or destroy the carved out shape.

Boone pulls Arcade tightly against his chest, wrapping his arms around Arcade's hips and tucking his chin against Arcade's shoulder. Arcade marvels at the fact that even though he still has several inches on him, the sniper always manages to wrap himself completely around the doctor. It was... nice. Comforting. Though Arcade can feel the sniper's still obvious erection, poking ostentatiously against the curve of his bottom. He opens his mouth to make a lewd suggestion, perhaps allude to his earlier promises of bottoming for the ex-recon, but the words die on his tongue as he looks down and catches sight of his "snow angel".

"Oh...oh my god," Arcade wheezes, shaking with laughter. "Boone, my angel, it's... something tells me we messed it up."

Boone's eyebrows furrow and he peers around Arcade, looking down at the angel surrounding them. It looks like a standard snow angel: a head, two wings, and a triangular body... except on either side of the snow angel are the perfect imprints of the sniper's hands, dragging down in parallel trenches where Boone had slid down Arcade's body. Two matching imprints of knees and the tips of his boots painted out a very improper scene- an angel, thoroughly defiled.

"Does this count as sacrilege?" Arcade questions innocently through chuckles, and despite himself Boone laughs as well.

"Beats me," he replies, smearing snow around with his foot to conceal the incriminating imprints. "Oh well. I tried."

Arcade spun around in his arms, nuzzling into the sniper with a devious smile. "Yes," he affirmed. "You did. Now let's get back to my warm, dry room and I'll give you your reward."

Boone laughs, again, and Arcade is enamored with the way a fresh flurry of snow caused tiny flakes to cling to the other man's eyelashes.

Boone may not like it, but Arcade is pretty damn sure that he is starting to love snow.

Re: Nuclear Winter 4b (the end!) [corrected version] OP

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, this is perfect! Hot and sweet and a little bit silly boys, exactly why I ship them so hard. The image of their dirty snow angel is going to stay with me forever. You've made my night A!A!

Re: Nuclear Winter 4b (the end!) [corrected version]

[(Anonymous)]

So fluffy and sweet! This is just what I needed right now, thank you A!A <3