FIC: Snowman (Luke/Reid) - 1/1
Title: Snowman
Author: cindergal
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Reid
Summary: Reid sighs and shakes his head. The things Luke Snyder can make him do. Make him admit to.
Word Count: 632
Disclaimer: God knows they don't belong to me. I would've been much kinder.
A/N: For _alicesprings. I wrote this little comment fic the other day for her, and so I'm re-posting here. I added a bit to it and polished it up, first.
Snowman
Reid feels robbed. Like he’s been sold the proverbial bill of goods. Because when Luke had asked him to go for a walk in the snow, batted those long eyelashes and suggested they could build a snowman, well…Reid didn’t think they were going to actually build a freaking snowman.
Yes, apparently the subtle art of innuendo is completely lost on one Mr. Luke Snyder. Good thing he makes up for it by being completely adorable and totally hot. But neither of those things mean that Reid is actually going to build a freaking snowman.
Reid crosses his arms over his chest, which is quite a feat given the parka he’s wearing.
“No.”
“Oh, come on, Reid!” Luke grins and lofts a snowball in his direction. His aim is spot on, and he hits Reid squarely in the chest. Reid is reminded that Luke’s an athlete. His boyfriend’s a jock. Which is also totally hot.
But Reid is strong. He perseveres. “I said, no.”
“But…why?” Oh no. It’s the big, sad eyes. Reid feels his resolve melting away like a snowball in the sun. “I thought it would be fun. Something we could do together. What’s the big deal?”
Reid sighs and shakes his head. The things Luke Snyder makes him do. Makes him admit to.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Because…I don’t know how.”
Reid expects laughter , but instead the sad eyes go all soft and sympathetic, which is somehow so much worse. Reid has to look away. He can feel Luke approaching, hear his boots crunching in the snow until he’s standing right in front of Reid.
“What do you mean? You never made a snowman?” he asks, ever so gently. Damn you, Luke Snyder. Reid clears his throat.
“I don’t think so. Maybe when I was really young…” He shrugs. It’s no big deal. So he never built a snowman. Who cares?
“Do you remember making one with your parents?”
Reid sighs. “Maybe? Yeah. But then…” But then he’d gone to live with Angus, and snow days had been spent learning new chess strategy, not on silly, childish things like playing in the snow. He shakes his head, annoyed with himself as his stupid throat closes up. He feels Luke’s arms go around him and presses his face against Luke’s neck. Now he can breathe again.
“We could make one together, you know. I could show you,” Luke says carefully. “But only if you want to.” Only if Reid wants to. Only if it’ll help, not hurt, because this is Luke. And just like that, without him explaining a thing, Reid realizes once again that Luke just gets him.
Reid hasn’t even thought about his parents all that often over the years. He put up a pretty big barrier to prevent that a long time ago. Angus Oliver hadn’t known how to deal with a grieving little boy, and it had been just too painful to deal with on his own. But every once in a while, more often since he’s been with Luke, something will remind him of them, and the grief will rise up in him anew. It’s a funny thing, though. The more that happens, the less sharp the pain is. It’s tempered by the memories he has of good things. Like building a snowman that wears his father’s hat and Reid’s red scarf and has a carrot his mother pulled out of the refrigerator for him for a nose.
Reid pulls away slightly, takes Luke’s cold-reddened cheeks in his gloved hands and kisses him until he feels warm all the way through. So warm he can feel that icy barrier around his heart begin to melt.
“Okay, Mr. Snyder,” Reid says with a smile. “Let’s build a freaking snowman.”
Author: cindergal
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Luke/Reid
Summary: Reid sighs and shakes his head. The things Luke Snyder can make him do. Make him admit to.
Word Count: 632
Disclaimer: God knows they don't belong to me. I would've been much kinder.
A/N: For _alicesprings. I wrote this little comment fic the other day for her, and so I'm re-posting here. I added a bit to it and polished it up, first.
Snowman
Reid feels robbed. Like he’s been sold the proverbial bill of goods. Because when Luke had asked him to go for a walk in the snow, batted those long eyelashes and suggested they could build a snowman, well…Reid didn’t think they were going to actually build a freaking snowman.
Yes, apparently the subtle art of innuendo is completely lost on one Mr. Luke Snyder. Good thing he makes up for it by being completely adorable and totally hot. But neither of those things mean that Reid is actually going to build a freaking snowman.
Reid crosses his arms over his chest, which is quite a feat given the parka he’s wearing.
“No.”
“Oh, come on, Reid!” Luke grins and lofts a snowball in his direction. His aim is spot on, and he hits Reid squarely in the chest. Reid is reminded that Luke’s an athlete. His boyfriend’s a jock. Which is also totally hot.
But Reid is strong. He perseveres. “I said, no.”
“But…why?” Oh no. It’s the big, sad eyes. Reid feels his resolve melting away like a snowball in the sun. “I thought it would be fun. Something we could do together. What’s the big deal?”
Reid sighs and shakes his head. The things Luke Snyder makes him do. Makes him admit to.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Because…I don’t know how.”
Reid expects laughter , but instead the sad eyes go all soft and sympathetic, which is somehow so much worse. Reid has to look away. He can feel Luke approaching, hear his boots crunching in the snow until he’s standing right in front of Reid.
“What do you mean? You never made a snowman?” he asks, ever so gently. Damn you, Luke Snyder. Reid clears his throat.
“I don’t think so. Maybe when I was really young…” He shrugs. It’s no big deal. So he never built a snowman. Who cares?
“Do you remember making one with your parents?”
Reid sighs. “Maybe? Yeah. But then…” But then he’d gone to live with Angus, and snow days had been spent learning new chess strategy, not on silly, childish things like playing in the snow. He shakes his head, annoyed with himself as his stupid throat closes up. He feels Luke’s arms go around him and presses his face against Luke’s neck. Now he can breathe again.
“We could make one together, you know. I could show you,” Luke says carefully. “But only if you want to.” Only if Reid wants to. Only if it’ll help, not hurt, because this is Luke. And just like that, without him explaining a thing, Reid realizes once again that Luke just gets him.
Reid hasn’t even thought about his parents all that often over the years. He put up a pretty big barrier to prevent that a long time ago. Angus Oliver hadn’t known how to deal with a grieving little boy, and it had been just too painful to deal with on his own. But every once in a while, more often since he’s been with Luke, something will remind him of them, and the grief will rise up in him anew. It’s a funny thing, though. The more that happens, the less sharp the pain is. It’s tempered by the memories he has of good things. Like building a snowman that wears his father’s hat and Reid’s red scarf and has a carrot his mother pulled out of the refrigerator for him for a nose.
Reid pulls away slightly, takes Luke’s cold-reddened cheeks in his gloved hands and kisses him until he feels warm all the way through. So warm he can feel that icy barrier around his heart begin to melt.
“Okay, Mr. Snyder,” Reid says with a smile. “Let’s build a freaking snowman.”