Kryoz/Smii7y. They are in Boston for paz east, and are waiting to meet up with the others. While waiting, they spot someone surprisingly ice skating, it's tyler, and he's looking super cute. The pair mention it to him later, and he makes them promise to not tell anyone, and they agree at the price of a kiss?? (Could lead to more??)
(They are in love your honor).
Warnings: cussing, some dark humor.
"Its fucking cold, John," Jaren mumbled, pulling his hat over his ears with a small grumble.
"Thank you for your observation, Jare. I was honestly still on the fence about if it was warm or not," he rolled his eyes and smiled a tad as he was elbowed gently.
Jaren sent him a small glare before deflating with a sigh in defeat. "Whatever- how much longer until we're s'pose to meet everyone?" he asked, though he was already pulling his phone out of his pocket to check himself.
John peered over his shoulder and noted the time with a small nod. "Another hour."
A groan left him and Jaren was pronounced dead. Not really, of course, but a man can dream. He went to shove his phone into his pocket but froze as an idea popped into his mind. "Oh! Maybe we can find something to do- there's a lot around here, right?"
"I guess," John shrugged, looking up at the sky and narrowing his eyes at the grey clouds. "There's lots of stores," he contributed, looking over.
Jaren opened up his map app, searching for the closest thing to them. "Oh! There's a cafe this way!" he pointed to the right of them. "It's by a skating rink," he said, "so it should be easy to find!"
John nodded and followed after Jaren, though he really didn't have a choice as his hand was grabbed and tugged along with him.
"Their reviews say they have really good hot chocolate," he mumbled. Though, the picture had him already feeling warmed up. It was just classic stuff but the steam was visible. "I'm gonna get extra marshmallows," he decided.
John snickered. "Do they serve it with whipped cream?" he asked, peering at the phone again, though he took glances to make sure they wouldn't bump into anyone. Though, he soon froze to his spot on one particular glance up, a choking noise leaving his throat.
Jaren paused, mostly out of concern because; "What the fuck was that noise?" But, he looked over to where John had been and spotted it. A familiar person skating along the rink, a smile on his face that was clear as day- or much clearer than the day currently was.
"Tyler," they both breathed at the same time. Too enthralled to make a joke about being in sync, they approached the wall of the rink, watching as their friend skillfully navigated around and even pulled off a few tricks.
"Phone," John nudged Jaren.
"Phone..." Jaren mumbled. "Oh! Phone!" he got off the map and opened his camera, pointing it at Tyler and taking a quick video. "Oh god- he's gonna kill us," he fought back a smile and then put his phone away, taking a glance across the street. "C'mon, lets go get our drinks before we're caught," he pulled him away.
John laughed softly and followed along, taking one more glance back before they were crossing the street to the cafe.
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They both sat at a table inside the cafe, embracing the warmth of the room happily.
"I'm going to die here," Jaren decided, sipping off his hot chocolate happily.
"That makes two of us," John agreed, his eyes closing as he sipped his own drink before putting the cup down. "We gotta come back tomorrow," he said with a grin. "Maybe we can bring the guys along," he added.
Jaren nodded and put his cup down with a small exhale. "That's a good idea. I'm sure Brock will enjoy it," he pointed out.
The door dinged and both glanced, their hearts stammering as Tyler came walking in, his hands in his coat pockets and face a bit red from the cold.
Oh god.
"Tyler!" John called, a reflex if anything to seeing the guy up close.
Tyler jumped, his shoulders flinching as his head snapped towards them. Then, he relaxed and grabbed his chest through his coat, sighing. "Jesus John, you scared me," he grumbled, before glancing towards the counter where the line was open. He held up a ginger to signal a moment and ordered something to drink.
"He's... Unaware it seems," Jaren noticed and felt a tinge of relief fill him. "Maybe. He's weird," he trailed off and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Tyler exchanged money for his coffee. It came in a noticeably different cup so it was easy to tell what he got.
Then the giant sauntered over to their table, a smile loose on his face. "I haven't gotten to see you both yet," he said as he sat down, once John had nodded his head to the seat. "You both look terrible but otherwise you don't seem to have changed," he noted.
"Your one to talk, shithead," John playfully fired back, reaching iver to tug on a strand of hair sticking out of Tyler's hat.
Tyler swatted the hand away and took a drink off his coffee before leaning back into his seat. "In all seriousness, you both look good! I missed you guys," he smiled a tinge on a fond way but it was gone the moment Jaren "awed".
"John he missed us!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in excitement. "Someone's getting soft on us," he cooed, batting his eyes at the American.
"When's the wedding, Ty? I'm ready now," John teased, touching his arm.
"Fuck off," Tyler grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You both are weirdos," he added, but his smile didn't drop.
They all began to chat from there, keeping in the playful remarks every now and then until their drinks were gone and they were heading out the door. The cold air made Jaren groan and he pulled his hat down again.
"Dude, aren't you Canadian? Shouldn't you be used to this?" Tyler asked.
"I'm a desert man at heart," he said, cringing as a gust of wind blew against his cheeks. "I thought it would be nicer- this isn't my nice coat," he added, glancing down at the one he was wearing. Then, he glanced up at Tyler. "Aren't you from the south? Why aren't you bothered?"
"I'm a heat radiator," Tyler said with a shrug. "Evan says I'm basically a walking heatwave."
The group snickered and the conversation died down a bit as they walked to the meeting place.
"So when'd you get into ice skating?" John asked, mainly to break the peace.
Tyler froze and so they did too, looking at him in confusion.
"Ty?" John asked, raising a brow.
"You- you both saw?" he asked, looking between the two with wide eyes. Now it was hard to tell why his cheeks were red, but they could definitely feel the heat. "Oh god," he covered his face with his hands.
He was embarrassed.
Tyler was embarrassed.
Jaren glanced to John, both sharing the same bit of worry but also confusion. "Tyler, hey," he said, touching his arm. "Is it a big deal we saw?"
"No," Tyler shook his head and sighed shakily. "Just... Don't tell anyone, please? Evan and Brian would kill for a chance to make fun of me and I'd rather not deal with them," he brought his hands off his face.
"But we're definitely going to bully you. That okay?" John asked.
"You two are different," Tyler said with a small nod, "I... Don't care if you two do it." He glanced away.
The two felt warm all of a sudden, with such simple words. And, sharing the brainwave they do both nodded and mumbled out quickly; "Okay!"
Jaren glanced at John then and swallowed before slowly grinning, which the other mirrored. "Of course... We still want a little something for not telling," he said.
"I'm not buying you guys lunch," Tyler said immediately, knowing he'd be broke if he threw that on the table.
"Not that," John said, his voice trailing off as he met Tyler's eyes.
"We want a kiss," they said happily.
Tyler's eyes widened and he stammered for a moment, his heart skipping a few beats. "I- I- you both are freaky," he breathed. His hands were grabbed by the two and they shared a smile, which made Tyler melt.
"Just on the cheek is fine," Jaren clarified, tilting his head to the side. "Just one."
Tyler looked between them two and then closed his eyes, bending down and quickly pressing a kiss to both of their cheeks.
...
"Oh," John's breath hitched and he felt Tyler grip his hand. "You-you really..."
Jaren was rendered speechless by surprise and he touched his cheek with his free hand.
"There," Tyler mumbled, squeezing both their hands before breathing out shakily. "Lets... Go and meet the others now, yeah? We can," he paused and contemplated for a minute, "maybe we can get lunch after all."
