Attempted something for PrUKcember/@pruktober. Better late than never?
Summary: Gilbert’s cold after a trip to the shops.
Words: 1,143
A03
Cold mornings had never really been a problem for him before. Gilbert was an early riser, always had been, yet he was still in bed. He had been awake for a while, lightly playing with the mop of blonde hair next to him instead of starting the day. While he was comfortable, he really should get up.
The arm around his waist tightened, preventing him from leaving.
"Art," Gilbert chuckled, only getting an incomprehensible noise in response, "I need to get up."
Arthur mumbled something he didn't quite catch, but his tone expressed his disagreement. Instead, he shifted, further wrapping himself around Gilbert. His head moved out from under the covers to press a tired kiss to his neck, "No, you don't."
"Someone has to," He pointed out, omitting the fact that he'd already stayed longer than he should have. One of them had to go shopping today; a task Gilbert had given himself. Arthur wasn't going to be so cuddly once he realised they were out of milk for his tea.
With a sigh, Gilbert resumed stroking Arthur's hair, allowing himself a few more minutes before he had to brave the cold.
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Their shopping list was unusually long. The poor weather had them both procrastinating going out until they were forced to. Even if they had milk, there was nothing else. A couple of unappetising cereal bars lay at the back of a cupboard and there were a couple of tins but nothing particularly nice.
One look outside revealed that the snow had not stopped. If anything, it had gotten worse. Everything was covered in white and he could barely see the end of the garden through the falling snow. Maybe the cereal bars are better than he thought…
No, he had to go. If it got any worse, they'd be snowed in and then they'd be in real trouble. Besides, if he let Arthur do the shopping he'd forget half the list. As much as he loved the man, he was incapable of buying everything in one trip. Despite being the reason they kept a list.
Before he left, he impulsively turned on the heating. A rarity for him, but he knew Arthur would appreciate it. As he grabbed his keys, he idly wondered if Arthur would make hot chocolate later. Hopefully. He's awesome at making drinks and his hot chocolate was delicious. Maybe he should try to bribe him with some snacks…
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By the time he got back home, he was cold and wet. His fingers stung as he held the shopping bags. The heat hit him as he opened the door and he had to thank his past self for turning it on before he left. What a good decision.
He carelessly kicked off his shoes, left his wet socks on the floor and quickly shed his jacket. He could deal with them once the blood returned to his fingers. As he walked towards the kitchen he could see that Arthur had left his blanket cocoon.
"Guess whose awesome?" Gilbert announced, setting the shopping bags on the kitchen table.
"Hmm, I wonder…" Arthur leant against the countertop, as Gilbert lost his train of thought. Arthur hadn't been awake for long; he stood there arms crossed, barefooted, hair pointing in all directions, in a worn pair of pyjama's bottoms and one of Gilbert's old t-shirts. He would never get tired of seeing Arthur like this. Of being allowed to see him like this. It always brought a stupid smile to his face.
His thoughts were interrupted by Arthur clearing his throat, looking amused.
"I bought those biscuits you like," Gilbert said, remembering where he left off. Pleased to see Arthur's teasing smile replaced by a more genuine one as he moved towards him.
"You're the best," Arthur teased.
"I know."
"You're freezing!"
"Yep." Arthur cupped his cheeks, frowning at how cold they were.
"Fucking hell, did you even wear a hat?" Arthur's hand covered his frozen ears, answering his own question. "A scarf?" His hands moved to his chilled neck, "Glov-" Gilbert kissed him. effectively derailing the oncoming lecture.
He felt Arthur relax and hummed in approval as he moved his warm hands to hold his
cold face. They took a few steps until Arthur's back hit the counter. Gilbert slid his hands down past Arthur's ass, to grab his thighs and hoist him up onto the counter. Arthur's legs wrapped around him, keeping him close as things got more heated. Sure was a good way to get hot.
"Fuck." Arthur yelped, quickly moving to stop Gilbert's freezing hands from getting further up his shirt. "I'm buying you gloves."
"Where's the love?" Gilbert cackled, brushing his thumbs across Arthur's skin, "Share your heat."
"Absolutely not." Arthur wedged a foot in between them and straightened his leg to push Gilbert away. "Go get out of those wet clothes."
"I know one way I could get out of them." Gilbert wiggled his eyebrows, before making a grab for the other man.
"Keep those ice cubes away from me." Arthur jumped off the counter, laughing, narrowly evading Gilbert's hands.
"Boo," Gilbert pouted, feigning defeat before lunging at Arthur and spinning him around.
"Wait, wait, wait," Arthur held Gilbert's wrists, breathless from the play fighting and laughing so much. "I'll make hot chocolate."
"You drive a hard bargain." Gilbert paused for a few seconds, to add suspense, before accepting, "Deal."
"Good," Arthur laughed, releasing his wrists to plant a quick kiss on his mouth, "Now go get changed before you catch a cold."
"I'm too awesome to get sick."
"Don't test it."
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Thanks for reading!
Lmao hear me out, I’m a headcanon girlie please. Fanfics are not my forte, I haven’t written a fic in years. (Kinda wanna write more though, we'll see.) Hopefully it's alright, I wrote this in a few hours and probably need to edit it but ah that's for future me.
Ah I forgot that I meant to update this 😭 I never really liked how it got from point A to point B and three years later I actually fixed it lmao here’s a link to the updated version if anyone wants it 💖
