I think that John absolutely despises the Winter season. And don’t get him wrong— he loves the holidays. Loves spending time with Nik and Laswell and his boys, but why on God’s green earth must it be so damn freezing?? Not to mention he can barely get anything done because the cold makes him a sleepy mess when comfortable.
I can imagine it now; John at Nik’s flat while the two bundle up beside each other with tea (or beer) in either hand and watch a crappy movie, and slowly, John can feel his consciousness slip away from him despite him trying his hardest to stay awake.
Nik notices and just wraps an arm around his waist, happy that the Captain was falling asleep because Lord knows did he need it with how much he’s been working. And eventually he does, body slumping into Nik’s and eyes reluctantly closing, tea somehow not spilling even with his hand lax.
Slowly and quietly, Nik grabs his mug and sets it on the coffee table to deal with tomorrow and turns down the tv’s volume before getting up and taking John with him to carry him to their shared bedroom where he gently laid his lover underneath the large comforter and tucked himself in next, wrapping John in big arms when the man began to stir.
The two slept for some time, John waking up first(out of pure habit) yet going back to sleep due to how comfortable he was beside Nik’s warm body(and if the two sleep til’ noon, nobody had to know).