Death by Fuzzy Socks

"Fuck, why does it get so cold," I mutter to myself as I shove my feet into a large pair of fuzzy socks. Grumbling to myself I walk towards the door to go make myself some hot chocolate. I know my brother, Nate, will make fun of the socks but for the love of chocolate and the possibility that he may invite Jason over tonight, I figure it is worth it. This is a BL if you don’t like it don’t read it.