SEXTAPE, PART IV,
CHAPTER 62.

" 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑. "

"What?" 

Jean asks, looking back as he catches your stare. You, him, Chris and Nick were out in the snow. Lydia and Nate had retreated inside from the cold with blue lips after building a snowman together that would end up getting destroyed by Chris.

"Nothing. I just love you." You say sweetly before making a quick move towards him and shove a handful of snow down through the next of his coat, and a bit down his shirt. 

 He exclaims as he frantically unzips his coat, the cold sending a shiver down his spine. You laugh at his expression, and his damp shirt. "This is fucking war!" 

He shouts, piling a ball of snow into his hand and chucking it directly at you, hitting you on the chest nearly causing you to stumble back. You exclaim as well, grabbing a handful of snow again and bunching it up into a sphere, moving to just fucking nail him in the face.

Chris moves to help Jean, and Nick comes over to help you, and soon enough you're at each others throats, laughing and playing around together. 

Just like you were kids again.

Soon enough, as Jean had declared, it was war. Everyone is going all out, the occasional teammates against teammates. 

"Jean!" You scream as a fuckload of snow is chucked at you from Chris who was behind you, and he does exactly what you did to him, snow right down the back of your jacket, staying in your hood just a bit before sliding down your back. "You ass!"

A violent shiver racks your body, and you pile up a bunch of snow just to throw at Jean, and he sure enough gets hit before running over to you, picking you up into his strong arms.

The warmth of his body was enough to settle your nerves, and you wrap your legs around Jeans's waist as he presses a cold kiss to your cheek.

"I'm freezing. Can we head inside?" You ask, and he nods without a hesitation. You could see how his lip quivered, and the wind as it whisked a bit of his hair to the side as he didn't bother to put a winter hat on like you did.

The two of you were going to see The Nutcracker at the NYC opera house in the city tonight, just the two of you. If you were still in California right now, you would still be going to see it, as Jean said he wanted to treat you to something special for the two of you to enjoy.

You had brought multiple dressy things to wear, as you weren't quite sure which outfit you would wear for the Christmas Eve party and for the ballet.

As you and him enter the house, Nick and Chris stay outside, taunting the still freezing twins who sat looking out the window in knit blankets making faces at the older boys, your mother hands each of you a cup of hot chocolate, and you thank her before sitting down on the couch after dis-regarding your winter gear in the coat-closet.

You pick up your phone from the coffee table, and look over at Jean who looks at you. "When do we actually have to get ready?" You wonder, and he thinks for a moment.

"We should try and leave by maybe.. 8.30. It's at 9 o' clock so that should work. Then each act is 40 somethin' minutes long so,  thats like an hour and twenty minutes." He explains and you nod along before looking back down at your phone and putting your mug on the coffee table.

Jean puts his own mug on the table, and drapes his arm around your shoulders, kissing you on the cheek before getting comfortable, and you laugh softly. You set the device down next to you, and kisses his head.

The fireplace radiated heat onto your bodies, and everything was at peace. Not a single word was shared in this little moment, but there was something there, people there, a strength and love.

As in two lover's who would've gotten frostbite if they were out in the cold much longer.

.

"Carry me to the car, will you?" You complain, latching onto Jean's shoulder. Your feet and well, rear-end were sore from sitting that long, it ended up being a spitting hour and fifty five minutes. It was so good, though.

One person cannot sit that long, and Jean even admitted he was sore which is something he never did as far as you knew. To top it off, you were kindly offered a tour of the opera house, which you took kindly not wanting to seem rude.

It was fun anyways. You got to see pretty much every inch of the theater, and it really was amazing. You had gotten to take a few pictures while you were at it, some of just the theater and some of Jean striking poses, including a video of him doing so.

Now, it was around 11.58pm, and the two of you were exhausted, and wanted to get into bed. You're father had offered to pick you up, since he dropped you off obviously, and so you would have to wait for him in the cold around the bustling people.

You really did love going to ballet's, but were glad you didn't continue doing it when you were a child, since watching it was honestly much more fun than actually doing it, in your opinion. 

Jean laughed at you softly, checking behind him so you could go and walk out of the opera house and onto the busy sidewalks.

It was 'round 12 when eventually it was Chris who instead drove up and honked loudly, embarrassing the two of you as if paparazzi hadn't already checked you on both your way into the theater, and out.

"Thanks so much." You say as Jean pulls open the door for you, and you slide into the backseat on your own, Jean following and slamming the door shut behind him.

"Course." He says, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze before turning to look out the window as Chris begins to drive, starting off with a small chuckle.

"How was your night?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him.

"It was amazing, really." You tell him, and he nods and smiles in a bit of content, happy to hear you were happy yourself. He may not always seem like it, but he was a pretty good brother, honestly. He was a real weirdo sometimes, but you loved him. 

"It was fun." Jean says, pulling you close as you rest your head on his shoulder tiredly, and he smiles softly. "But as soon as we get home, i'm changing and getting into bed." He snorts, caressing the side of your thigh although covered by your dress.

You lift up a finger lazily, and speak,

"Agreed."

Either way, tomorrow was Christmas, and everyone would be coming to your house to celebrate. Vick, Liam, Laurie, Aunt Farah, Aunt Greta.. everyone in the family that Jean had met at the graduation, and you needed all the rest you could get before being with them for a good couple of long hours. 

( - PUBLISHED 5/27/21. )

cannot wait for the next chapter omg