Smoking on Christmas Eve

    Okay guys, here's the drill. If you're not comfortable with guy love, then please don't read on. 

    Cain sat on the cold, rusting bench and pulled out his silver lighter. Smoking always helped him escape reality, the coldness of life. He always carried a packet for emergencies, and at that moment he was suffering from nostalgia. (that counts as an emergency right?) He was taking a long drag when a voice cut through the calm atmosphere.

    "Smoking is bad for health, Cain." The familiar voice said. Cain defiantly puffed out the smoke from his mouth, along with a puff of cold air.

    "Shove off." Cain replied to the voice, he turned to face the source and saw him. Cain's ditzy 'other brother'. He was dressed in a purple trench coat with a green scarf, greatly contrasting against the white and gray of his surroundings. He smirked,

    "Missed me, Cain?" he said, sarcastically, "I sure did miss you."

    "Where've you been Seth." Cain grumbled, "You've been missing since last month. You never told us where you were going."

    "I went back to Dad's. It was much more, grand , more to my taste." Seth looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you ask?"

    "Abel wanted to know." Cain blurted. Seth gasped,

    "Cain actually cared!" he mocked, "About me!"

    "Shut up Seth." he snapped back taking another puff from his cigarette and blowing the smoke in Seth's face for good measure. Seth coughed,

    "Seriously Cain! Stop that!"  he sputtered. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the cigarette spiraling out of Cain's hand and into the wet snow. 

    "What the hell!" Cain protested. Seth put a finger to his lips, gesturing for Cain to shut up. Cain's face flushed and he began to fumble in his pocket for another cigarette. Seth sat on the bench as scooted next to him. 

    "The more cigarettes you pull out, the more I flick into the snow."  he teased. Cain pulled his hand out of his pocket, plugged in earbuds and listened to a random pop song. Seth got up from the bench and kneeled at Cain's knees, demanding attention.

    "What are you listening too?" he cooed, resting his chin on Cain's thigh and crossing his arms at his knees.

    "Git off!"  Cain grunted pushing him into the snow. He heard a faint ouch. But nevertheless, Seth was back on his feet, hopping around Cain like a monkey on caffeine. 

    "Oh come on Cain, what don't you like about me? I'm fabulous!" Cain rolled his eyes.

    "Why can't you be normal." he whined. Seth gave him a sharp look with his amethyst eyes.

    "Normal is for dweebs." he stated, "Extraordinary is for the cool people." Cain rolled his eyes again. Seth wrapped his arms around Cain's neck and touched his alabaster forehead to his. "It's christmas eve, learn to have some fun." Seth's cinnamon scented breath was warm on Cain's frost-bitten face. Cain pushed him away weakly.
    Seth pouted. "Fine." He sat back on the bench and twiddled his thumbs nervously. Cain finished his short, song playlist and got up to leave. Seth looked up at him hopefully. "Take me with you." he said, "Home."

    "Go to dad's place." Cain deadpanned. Seth got up and stood in front of him. 

    "I want to go home with you." he whimpered. Cain shook his head at him. There was a moment of silence. Cain could hear the faint singing of the chorus at the church a mile away. Christmas was almost here.

    Seth leaned in to Cain, wrapping his thin arms around Cain's neck. "I love you Cain." he whispered.

    Cain didn't reply. He was frozen.

    Seth leaned closer and tilted his head as if he was inviting Cain to come closer. Cain wrapped his arms around Seth's waist and pushed him closer. Seth smelled like a warm slice of cinnamon bread. Seth pushed open Cain's lips with his own and let his tongue explore his mouth. Cain could feel Seth's soft moans in the kiss. To Seth, Cain smelled like smoke and tic-tacs.

    Cain wrapped his strong arms around Seth's waist to support the albino's arching back. Cain smirked into the kiss, he teasingly bit Seth's lower lip. Seth flushed a deep shade of red. The air around him seemed to get ten degrees hotter. The grandfather clock in the distance rang twelve bells.
    
    It was christmas.

    Cain pulled away from Seth and registered the previous events. Had he actually kissed him back? Seth smirked at him,

    "Merry christmas Cain." he said. Cain smiled,
    
    "Merry christmas yourself."