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look im not saying i have a need for Jack and Bitty kissing in the snow bank at the side of the pond at like 3am while tipsy, but i need this.
I’m not saying I need to write this, but I need this, I need Bitty sobering up in the cold of the snow and SNOW KISSES! Please consider:
Bitty was just on the side of tipsy and Jack had only finished off the last third of Bitty’s beer when he shoved it on Jack, saying he didn’t want to get drunk tonight. Jack nodded and downed the beer, but held onto the cup.
“Snow Jump Competition in ten!!” Holster yelled from the living room.
“Oh lord,” Bitty put a cold hand to his warming face. Snow Jumps never ended well and Bitty just hoped it was a lacrosse dude up first, so all the rest would be deterred from jumping off the Reading Room into the snowbank in front of the Haus.
“And that’s my cue to leave.” Jack said loudly into Bitty’s ear, chucking the plastic cup across the hallway into the kitchen trash.
Jack moved towards the front doors instead of the steps and Bitty immediately caught his sleeve. It was hard enough to hear when they had been next to each other, so Bitty followed him to the front door and onto the porch.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to face whatever surprise I have waiting in my room, but I do not want to be involved in Snow Jumping.”
Bitty was already shivering without going near the two feet of snow that covered the front lawn.
“I’m going on a walk... if you want to come you should probably get a jacket.” Jack smirked down at his shivering figure.
With a quick eye roll, Bitty slipped back inside to bundle up. Two jackets, a scark, gloves, and a large knit hat later, Bitty was lacing up his snow boots to meet Jack on the front porch. He had acquired his Samwell Hockey sweatshirt but otherwise barely looked phased by the disgustingly cold weather.
They crunched off into the snow. Jack took a right turn where the snow had been plowed somewhere in the street and they wandered towards the center of campus. Jack was talking through the issues he was having with access to university documents during WWII, while Bitty nodded along and tried to wiggle his toes to retain feeling in them. It was nice hearing Jack ramble on about things instead of Bitty inundating Jack with useless information.
Jack led them wherever the snow had been plowed, but the snow had been falling steadily since classes ended so the snow was starting to pile up again. Bitty went out of his way to stomp through the crisp, blank snow. It was the type of satisfaction that you got from crunching a good leaf in the fall and Bitty grinned to himself a bit when he left his mark on the untouched white expanse. The fuzziness of the alcohol was wearing off but it didn’t keep him from wanting to jump his way through the fresh snow.
He looked up to see Jack grinning at him just as he finished leaving a pretty new path in semi-plowed walkway into the Lake Quad.
“What?” Bitty asked, shoving his hands back into his warm pockets.
“Nothing.” Jack ducked his head, mouth still quirked up.
Bitty pulled his feet out of the snowbank to catch up with Jack who was strolling towards the pond, seeming unperturbed by the snowflakes that seemed bent on attacking Bitty’s eyeballs.
The plowing seemed to ignore the normal path down to the pond so they boys had to stomp through the high snow to get there. Jack only laughed once when Bitty had to pick his leg up at a weird angle to get through the snow that almost came up to his knees, and Bitty only threw a few snowballs at his laughing figure.
The came to the pond and wandered around what they thought was the edge of it, though it all just appeared to be a mess of snow. Bitty told Jack about the new recipes he wanted to try and the ridiculous people who had replied to him on twitter, while Jack told him about a new documentary series that was premiering soon and the kids he used to coach. That last one was new.
“Do you miss them? The kids you coached?” Bitty kicked some of the snow away from the tree they were leaning on.
Jack was just out of his line of sight from where he leaned on the tree. He sighed, the soft sound carrying too far on the cold breeze. “Yeah.”
He didn’t say anything else, but Bitty didn’t want to cut him off. The quiet was hard for Bitty to stand, his hands itching to clutch his phone for some semblance of safety, but Jack broke through the silence before Bitty could muster up the energy to unearth his phone from one of his inner pockets.
“I miss them a lot, they... they were probably the best thing to come out of all that. Some of them still text me.”
Bitty had never figured out how to talk to Jack about that period of time in his life and Jack had never indicated that he wanted to talk about it, so he steered away from that and moved towards coaching.
“I bet you were a great coach! You know, you could always just hang around here after you graduate and coach our team!” joked Bitty, knowing Jack was set on the NHL.
He coughed softly before saying, “I uh... I actually thought about it.”
That certainly wasn’t the response Bitty had expected. He turned to face Jack, so only his shoulder was leaning against the tree, while Jack still stared out towards the pond. His face had a stripe of red across it, but then again the icy chill probably had done the same to Bitty’s face so he was left without a clue into Jack’s emotions.
“Not necessarily here, but in general, I like coaching. But I like being out on the ice too much.”
With a wistful smile, Bitty agreed, “Your skates carving into the ice, the satisfying weight of the puck against your stick. It’s addictive.”
Jack nodded.
“Can I ask you a favor?” Bitty asked quietly, almost hoping the icy wind would whisk his words away from Jack. Instead, he turned his head towards Bitty and looked down at him with a cautious face.
“I wanted to ask.. uhm..” Bitty huffed out a frustrated breath, and leaned back so his whole back rested against the tree and Jack was nowhere in sight, “Please try to remember that next year? Try to remember that you love playing hockey and the feel of ice under your skates and that you are doing great. Ok?”
He hated how small he sounded, the last “ok” practically fading into the wind, his self-loathing only multiplied when Jack was silent.
There was some crunching and Bitty thought Jack was readjusting against the tree again, but suddenly he was right in front of Bitty and he looked so open but soft, intense but loving and Bitty wasn’t sure he was breathing.
In the next moment, he was absolutely sure he wasn’t breathing because Jack’s lips were on his. Both lips cold and chapped but his lips were warmed by the press of Jack’s against his. It was by no means the best kiss, but it was the softest and the kindest.
“Sorry I um--” Jack stuttered and was pulling away but Bitty fumbled to extract his hands from his jacket to grab at Jack and pull him back in.
“Oh no you don’t, come back here, we’re doing that again.” Bitty smield softly, but hesitated with his mouth mere inches from Jack’s.
“Oh... are you ok if we do that again?” He asked softly into the warm space between them. Jack huffed at him and nodded softly before closing the distance between them.
This kiss was better, as were the next few kisses that Bitty peppered him with. Jack pulled back ever so slightly and smiled down at him.
“You asked me to have fun in the NHL,” Jack said in a low voice, soft and filled with wonder.
Bitty smiled, willing himself not to be sad about Jack’s surprise, “Of course.”
Jack’s smile practically radiated warmth and Bitty would have fallen over from the sight of it, had the tree not held him up.
Jack leaned down to press another kiss against Bitty’s lips.
They didn’t make it back to the Haus for almost an hour or so, and they didn’t separate for the next day or two.
The kisses only got better and better.
Jack’s smiles only grew.
(Shoutout to Jenny for letting me reference her ever-amazing fic Coach Z, where you get to cry about Jack coaching a kids’ hockey team before coming to Samwell)
me. because that shit is cheaper than plane fares, starwars mac and cheese, ella, a super long fluffy fic rec list, my own angst posts because your always fucking trying to fight me over them
HALF OF THIS IS ABOUT YOU, ALYSSA. But hell yeah, use a pentagram over a plane ticket, so I can fight you over angst in person! (ง’̀-‘́)ง
Tell me what 5 things you would put in a pentagram to summon me???
While I'm here let me just mention how happy I am to have you in my life
<3333 No but for real, I really cannot express how amazing the cp fandom has been for building relationships and finding friends.
Alyssa, darling, you are amazing and you put up with so much of my nonsense. You are wonderful. I wish I was in Australia so I could communicate (through hugs) how much you mean to me.
