hollywood undead || one-shots

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Word Count: 808
Prompt: Colds on a cold winter day
relationship
Warning(s)?: Fluffy shit, CATS, written at school, fml
Pairing: ARxJD

Snow fell slowly to the ground as Jorel trudged through the white flakes that had piled up over time. He held some light and heavy bags in his hands as he returned from the small store that was only a few blocks out and away from his rather small but cozy house. He grabbed his house key from his wallet and smile to himself as opened the front door to find his best friend laying on the couch, obviously asleep, the television still on and a blanket covering his frail frame. His skin was a little pale from the sickness.

Best friends, practically since birth, the two stuck like glue, through thick and thin, even after Aron was forced to leave the band. Giving a small sigh and a smile, Jorel rested the bags onto the counter of the island in his kitchen. He went through the CVS bags, finding the box of already premade hot chocolate. Normally, he wouldn't do this, since he tried to stick to his diet, but this had the least amount of ingredients he couldn't have. He got some hot water into a teapot, putting it on to the burner before walking to his friend on the couch, shaking his shoulder.

Standing up fully, he watched as the Russian sat up, rubbing his eyes. "C'mon, time to get up," he mumured lightly, holding out his hand and tugging him up once he had decided to take it. "I'm making some hot chocolate, and I can light the fire if you're still too cold." He insisted, walking to the kitchen with the smaller man trailing behind, sitting on the barstool with a blanket draping over his shoulders, Jorel unpacking the rest of the bags.

Though it upset the Russian, Jorel pulled out a bottle of grape cold medicine from one of the bags and forced Aron to drink a small shot of it, rolling his eyes as Aron overreacted, coughing and everything, obviously not enjoying it. Who could? That shit was nasty, and even Jorel knew that, even though he'd never actually admit to himself that he couldn't handle it either, and had no room to judge the other.

The smaller man had his back turned, buying Jorel enough time to hug him from behind, grinning at the shocked jump from the ill man as his arms wrapped around his waist, the blanket soft against his arms. He pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the back of his neck, smiling as he practically heard the other roll his eyes. With quick movements, the Russian had turned around, leaving a gentle kiss in the Italians lips before standing and heading back to the couch.

Tiger hopped down from the window he was sitting in, purring as he following Aron, or, more so chasing after the furry blanket that caught his attention before being scooped into the arms of Aron, purring a little more. He tail was waving back and forth slowly, Jorel watching and left standing there in the kitchen all alone, jumping as s the teapot began to whistle, causing him to get back to what he was doing.

Sporting two cups of hot chocolate, Jorel returned from the kitchen. Aron sat to the side as to allow him some more room on the couch, legs pulled up. Lucifer sat on the back of the couch, purring consistently as if he were a small freight train in disguise, Tiger almost asleep already, laying beside the black and white cat. "Here," Jorel said as he handed a mug over to Aron, doing the same process with his own legs. He soon spread them across the cushions, allowing his boyfriend (best friend?) to lay between them.

The fire was crackling loudly, wood burning beneath the fire and giving off the homely smell that anyone could name from their childhood. A false pelt covered the two, keeping them warm on the freezing winter day that was quiet unusual to Jorel, since in Los Angeles, it hardly even rained during winter. The two cats decided to situated onto Arons chest, his face rested in the small fur coat of the rather fluffy cat, who was still purring.

"Jorel, your damn cats are going to give me allergies," he complained, gently shoving the cat off of his chest, causing Jorel to gasp mockingly, the cat laying between his legs purring. Jorel picked up the cat, pouting, "what do you mean? He's such a cute cat, how can you not like him?" He gasped again, smiling at Aron and gently kissed him. "Don't worry, I love you as much as my cats."

Aron rolled his eyes for a moment, "Okay, I love you too. I guess."