sweet chocolate biscuits

hoodie

it was a cold and windy day in london. clouds hung in the overcast sky and the streets were nearly empty. it was the dreary, gloomy kind of day perfect for staying inside and cuddling up with a book and a cup of tea.
but one couple decided to go out for a stroll, despite the weather.
hand in hand, richard and his boyfriend walked down the paved path through town. rich had dressed appropriately for the weather, wearing a pair of sweatpants, a thick sweatshirt, and an oversized black hoodie.
taron, however, had definitely under compensated, donning nothing but a thin jumper with jeans and a plaid scarf.
when they first left their house, his lover had questioned his choice of clothing, but taron, being the stubborn bloke he was, swore he was fine. 
he was having second thoughts though.
as another gust of wind swirled through the chilly winter air, the younger man's teeth chattered.
it was hell. his lips were becoming chapped from the dryness of the air. his cheeks burned, and his nose hurt from breathing in the cold air.
it hurt to bend his fingers and he felt as if his eyes were freezing.
he tried breathing through the scarf, but condensation from his warm breaths quickly dampened the chunky knitted garment, rendering it moist and uncomfortable.
he fought the urge to cross his arms to preserve his body heat, but eventually gave in, reluctantly letting go of richard's hand.
"hey, t, are you doing alright?" the scotsman sounded concerned.
"'m fine" 
he swiped his sleeve across his face to wipe away a bit of snot that'd begun to drip down as a result of the bitter air.
"cold."
"bloody idiot." richard teased, playfully smacking t on the shoulder.
"i told you to dress for the weather."
"yeah yeah— what are you doing?"
t's eyes widened as he watched rich begin to peel his large hoodie off. he offered it to t, a smirk tugging the taught corners of his lips.
with a wide grin, t immediately pulled the hoodie over his head. he felt so much warmer already, between the thickness of the fabric and rich's body heat, clinging to the hoodie; he loved it. it smelled like his boyfriend's cologne too.
"you're never getting this back."