Fic: Warmth, Jim/ Blair
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under_hatchesWarmth, Jim/ Blair, 437 words, Christmas ficlet.
Blair muttered under his breath as he tried to unlock the door. His fingers were uncooperative, numb from the cold, and Blair cursed his cut off gloves which seemed a good idea at the time. Until he went outside they were a good idea. Until he faced arctic temperatures and it was too late to get back up and find real gloves.
On the third try the keys slipped from his hands. Blair rolled his eyes and bent to retrieve them, only to find the door opening in front of him.
“Oh, hi, Jim.”
Jim was looking at him, as if to decide whether or not this was funny. From the nondescript look on Jim’s face it was at least not annoying. Blair stepped in and peeled of his toque and the useless gloves that hadn’t even really managed to keep the backs of his hands warm. He then unwrapped himself from the scarf he had slung around himself earlier. Then he shrugged out of his down jacket. Jim still watched him closely.
Blair rubbed his hands together before unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. There was a t-shirt underneath it and Jim thought he had caught a glimpse of a long armed shirt as well.
“Just how many layers are you wearing, chief?” Jim asked and pulled at the t-shirt. Yep, there was a long sleeved underneath. And another t-shirt underneath that?
Jim raised an eyebrow.
“Jim, it’s cold outside!”
“Do you really need all these layers?”
Blair gave a small huff.
“All right, I got it. You’re cold, you need all these layers.” Jim crossed his arms across his chest. He looked at Blair, noticing the pink tinge of his cheeks and nose.
“You know what? How about we start a fire?”
It wasn’t really a question as Jim turned to get the fire going.
“Why don’t you get us some drinks. Beer?”
“Tea first. I need to thaw.”
When Blair came back with two mugs of tea, the fire was roaring already. He sat down next to Jim on the couch and set one mug down on the table while wrapping his hands around the other.
“Look at the storm outside. It’s a blizzard.”
Jim shifted closer to Blair, settling comfortably. Blair was looking at the fire and then outside the window at the snow swirling around. Jim smiled slightly. He wrapped his arm around Blair’s shoulders, startling Blair almost into spilling his tea. For some reason Jim remembered the fairy lights Blair had bought the year before. Maybe they could put them up tomorrow. Right now, he was too content to move.
Blair muttered under his breath as he tried to unlock the door. His fingers were uncooperative, numb from the cold, and Blair cursed his cut off gloves which seemed a good idea at the time. Until he went outside they were a good idea. Until he faced arctic temperatures and it was too late to get back up and find real gloves.
On the third try the keys slipped from his hands. Blair rolled his eyes and bent to retrieve them, only to find the door opening in front of him.
“Oh, hi, Jim.”
Jim was looking at him, as if to decide whether or not this was funny. From the nondescript look on Jim’s face it was at least not annoying. Blair stepped in and peeled of his toque and the useless gloves that hadn’t even really managed to keep the backs of his hands warm. He then unwrapped himself from the scarf he had slung around himself earlier. Then he shrugged out of his down jacket. Jim still watched him closely.
Blair rubbed his hands together before unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. There was a t-shirt underneath it and Jim thought he had caught a glimpse of a long armed shirt as well.
“Just how many layers are you wearing, chief?” Jim asked and pulled at the t-shirt. Yep, there was a long sleeved underneath. And another t-shirt underneath that?
Jim raised an eyebrow.
“Jim, it’s cold outside!”
“Do you really need all these layers?”
Blair gave a small huff.
“All right, I got it. You’re cold, you need all these layers.” Jim crossed his arms across his chest. He looked at Blair, noticing the pink tinge of his cheeks and nose.
“You know what? How about we start a fire?”
It wasn’t really a question as Jim turned to get the fire going.
“Why don’t you get us some drinks. Beer?”
“Tea first. I need to thaw.”
When Blair came back with two mugs of tea, the fire was roaring already. He sat down next to Jim on the couch and set one mug down on the table while wrapping his hands around the other.
“Look at the storm outside. It’s a blizzard.”
Jim shifted closer to Blair, settling comfortably. Blair was looking at the fire and then outside the window at the snow swirling around. Jim smiled slightly. He wrapped his arm around Blair’s shoulders, startling Blair almost into spilling his tea. For some reason Jim remembered the fairy lights Blair had bought the year before. Maybe they could put them up tomorrow. Right now, he was too content to move.
