Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

idc this pairing is my crack and I'll write it all I want Winter is Coming It's well into fall but the sun is shining brighter than ever and Jon needs no further confirmation because he can see Brady squinting in that adorable manner of his. It's the way he creases his brows and even goes so far as to wrinkle his nose as if sunlight is the most disagreeable thing imaginable. He can't really blame him. With that porcelain skin of his, it doesn't take very much for him to burn. But Jon has insisted that they enjoy the weather while they can. After all, winter is coming. He's seated on a bench he always passes by but hasn't really ever considered making use of until now. Brady's lying on his back with his head in Jon's lap, looking supremely bored while picking at the tattered ends of his sleeve. It's a fairly secluded place and it's only ever so often that a person will pass by and shoot them an odd look or two. They're either homophobes or still not entirely comfortable with the idea of seeing such a blatant display of affection between two teenage boys. The few who don't bother to look are likely assuming that Brady's a girl. Jon can see the sense in that. That's one of the main reasons Jon finds his boyfriend so attractive. He's different and a constant reminder of their actual age. Jon's only 16 himself but every day spent with Brady makes him feel much, much older. He's still a child, really. A grave, thoughtful and serious child with this 'come love me' air to him that Jon finds impossible to resist. At 15, Brady's been fucked more times than he will care to admit, but thankfully it's all by the same person. Jon has a sex-drive that could rival Zeus which people find hard to believe. He doesn't care what they think. It works in his favour. He can feel Brady shifting restlessly but it turns out that the innocent movement of his boyfriend's head is having quite the adverse effect on his nether regions. He clears his throat loudly and places a hand on Brady's forehead. Naturally this draws the blond's attention. He stops squirming and glances up at him questioningly. Jon smoothes the messy blond hair away. Baby, how old are you? His voice is quiet and inquisitive. Brady frowns, clearly confused, not by the question but rather why Jon is asking it when he knows the answer. 15. Jon raises a brow, clearly trying to insinuate at some manner of disbelief. Are you sure? This earns him a glare and Jon notices it when Brady decides not to honour that question with a reply. Instead, he closes his eyes with a great big sigh. I'm cold, he mumbles. Jon reacts instantly. Do you want my jacket? He'll drape it over him if Brady can't be arsed to move. He doesn't want his boyfriend to get sick. Jon worries a lot. He's a worrier. Robb says. Brady isn't quick to answer. He draws a skinny leg up and exhales softly, flaring his slightly reddened nostrils. No, he murmurs. Do you want to leave? Jon asks, forgetting all about the beautiful weather in favour of ensuring his significant other's absolute comfort. If Brady isn't happy, then Jon can't be happy. He's 16 and head over heels. He can't help it. This time Brady smiles. He cracks open an eye and peers up at an anxious looking Jon. You dope, he says, pursing his lips expectantly. It takes a moment to click but pretty soon Jon is leaning forward and granting Brady his lips. The kiss is sweet and chaste and everything it should be for two teenage boys on the cusp of starting a future together. For them, the future is bright and promising but all they really care for is the now and right now, Jon is pretty happy, if a little worried. You sure you don't want to leave? he asks when they part. Brady wrinkles his nose and reaches for Jon's hand. Oh, shut up and enjoy this beautiful weather while it lasts. Winter is coming, you know. Jon smiles a faint smile, nodding his assent. Winter is coming.