"Jack," came the Russian voice of his dad, "you forgot to take out the trash, again!"
Said fifteen-year-old groaned and flopped his head down into his pillow. Again with the nagging. His phone buzzed.
"I will," he called back, "just a minute."
Jack looked back to his phone, noticing he had a text. The teen opened it with the tap of his thumb, watching the message window overtake his screen as the text was displayed for him, along with a wall of contact with whoever sent it. He smiled when he read the name atop the window.
"Bunny: hey frosty"
Jack quickly began to type with his skilled thumbs, and tapped 'send'.
"Me: sup bunny ;)"
Just as the little 'seen at 7:23pm' appeared at the bottom, his dad called up the stairs again for him to do his chore before he loses his screen time for the next week. He groaned again, put his phone under his pillow and rolled off his messy bed. His chocolate brown hair was messed up in the movement, but he just ruffled it more and pulled on his usual brown hoodie. After adjusting the baggy blue jeans and putting on a darker blue beanie he ventured to the stairs, hopping up on the railway and sliding down to the entrance of the house.
He nearly ran into his sister, who was playing with her dolls at the foot of the stairs. She was playing dentist again.
"Watch it, Baby Tooth," he used her nickname as he stepped over her, "you'll get flattened next time."
She took his advice and moved her toys to the living room.
Jack peeked outside and noticed it was snowing again. That made him grin like a child, and he quickly bounded to the kitchen and hefted the trash bag out of the container to haul it outside. He shivered slightly and his feet/fingers felt a little numb from the cold, but he didn't mind. He loved the snow, the cold winds and the happy faces that accompanied winter. His big Russian dad liked it, too, since the holidays were when his huge toy company made out like bandits.
His dad was a big, big guy with an equally huge beard and muscles. He could do the best Santa Clause impression you'd ever seen, and he was jolly enough to suit. His company, North Pole's Toys, had been around for who knows how long. The company was passed down through the generations of his family, and Jack suspected it would fall upon him too when he became the right age.
His mom, on the other hand, was a sunny and energetic woman that ran a dentist office. Since it was called "Tooth Fairy's Headquarters", they often referred to the dentists working in the office branches as "the Fairies". Bebe, or Baby Tooth, was Jack's clingy little sister and future dentist for the Fairies. She had the biggest admiration for him because of his infamous pearly whites, and often compared them to the freshly fallen snow.
Jack hummed a rock tune he liked as ventured back into the house and up to his room, taking the steps two at a time.
When he face planted back onto his bed and looked at his phone again, sure enough his older love had texted him back.
"Bunny: ya wont blv who came to my shop 2day"
"Me: who was it?"
Jack waited for him to respond and reached into the bag of chips beside his bed, munching on one and listening to the crunch from his sparkling molars. His room was a mess, as you'd expect from a teenager. Posters, clothes and junk lay all around, barely patches of his baby blue rug visible beneath the piles of stuff. His sledding gear was against the cluttered desk, his snowboard was behind the TV, and his favorite ice skates were hanging over his desk chair. Yep, a total mess. But he liked it that way.
"Bunny: some sheila that tried to get my nmbr"
Jack crinkled his rosy nose at that, and an instinctive pout came to his lips. Jealousy came easy for the boy.
"Me: u didn't give it to her right?"
"Bunny: course not frostbite! u think id cheat on you"
"Me: I hope not! cuz you know id get super mad if you did"
"Bunny: relax frosty you know I wldnt"
Jack took a second to think about that, and relaxed when he came to the same conclusion. He smiled again, and texted back.
"Me: yea ur right. srry bout that I just get jealous"
"Bunny: its aight Jackie I know you do lol"
"Me: haha"
Jack turned onto his side, the phone close, and felt giddy as he resumed to text him. This went on for a while until he glanced at his phone's clock. He quickly noticed at it was now 10:41pm. Time really flew by whenever he texted his tattooed lover.
"Me: k I'm going now, meet ya there k?"
"Bunny: sure cya there"
Jack could hear his parents' snores through the thin wall, and he knew that Bebe was put to bed an hour ago, so he quietly crept out of bed and slipped his sneakers on. He wrote out a note quickly and made his way down the stairs, careful not to make them creak too loudly. He slipped his scarf on, left the note on the kitchen counter, and slipped out of he house with a click as it locked behind him.
He carefully weaved his way through the shrubs out front, then walked normally once he got to the sidewalk. He adjusted his beanie from the night wind as he strolled from his house and towards the park. He hummed again, hands stuffed into his pockets to keep warmth inside.
Along the way he passed one of many coffee houses, of which his was his favorite. They served the best minty foam lattes, and if you turned in your phone at the front you'd get a discount for socialization. It was a homey place, and he often stopped there after school to chat up a friend that worked there; Jamie. They met and had been best friends ever since Jack first moved to the little town. Before Jamie, none of the other students at his school would talk to Jack or even acknowledge him. It was apparently a joke, they acted like he was invisible to mess with the new kid. But Jack hated it.
Thinking back on those early school days made Jack feel a little lonely again. He was completely lonesome during the days that he spent as the invisible boy, and after the second week he couldn't take it anymore. He came home crying and told his parents what was going on, and they made an appointment with the principle to stop the bullying, followed by a discussion between more than a hundred parents during a school meeting. After that the kids began to talk to Jack, and he met Jamie, who claimed he only went along with the trend because his other friends told him Jack didn't exist, that the rumor of a new kid was just that, a rumor.
The two had hung out for lunch and recess, and became best friends almost overnight. Ever since then Jack was never alone. He had his family, friends and lover to see and acknowledge him. However, that prank had awakened a new fear for the boy. He became terrified of being alone or forgotten. So jealousy and attitude came into his daily behavior as a means to protect himself.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the park came into view, and he looked around for Bunnymund's truck. He found it parked and with a familiar figure leaning against it, drinking something from a bottle. He grinned and jogged over, tackling the older teen in a bone-crushing hug.
"Bunny~" Jack cooed.
"Whoa, mate," Bunny was startled by the sudden contact, "you scared me."
Jack clasped his arms around the taller boy's shoulders, on his tip toes and trying to kiss him with smoochy lips. Bunny smiled, put down his Dr. Spice on the hood of the truck and bent down to close the gap. Their lips connected. Jack's cool and soft, Bunnymund's warm and more tough yet chapped.
Bunny's arms went around the boy's waist to pull him close, their tongues mingling in the soft kiss. It was short lived when the bigger male broke it and motioned to the truck.
"Let's go, mate," he winked.
Jack happily climbed up into the passenger's seat. "Bun Bun, I can stay over tonight..~" he teased, "they'll think I left for school early."
Bunny grinned and started up the truck, pulling out of the park and getting on the road. "I told you not to call me that," he muttered under his breath.
"There's a change of clothes in the bag there," Bunny motioned to the plastic at Jack's feet, "you should put that on."
"Did you finish the fake ID?" Jack inquired as he pulled the bag into his lap and rummaged through it.
Bunny nodded, " 'course, it's in there too."
Jack grinned again as he located the card that said he was eighteen, with a photo to match. He leaned over and pecked his love on the cheek, excitedly pulling his scarf and hoodie off. Bunny stole glances at his pale torso and practically purred jokingly.
Jack pulled on the denim jacket with black sleeves, dark tank top, baggy cargo pants, brown high-tops, and tan mirrored shade sunglasses. It was sort of difficult in the limited space, but he managed. He looked good. He tucked the fake ID into his breast pocket and took a moment to study what Bunny was wearing.
The eighteen year-old was in a denim vest, no shirt, to show off the tattoos on his arms and torso. Also some hot damaged jeans that made a spectacle of his shapely, muscled legs. Jack licked his lips.
"You look good," Bunny complimented, "that outfit cost bloody big bikkies."
"Where'd you buy it?" Jack asked, putting the shades on his head.
"Woaker's." Bunny answered, almost smugly.
"Woaker's?" Jack's jaw fell open, "How did you even get in there? It's always way too crowded."
Bunny simply winked and put a finger to his lips. Jack pouted, but smiled after and put his seat belt back on.
Jack turned on the radio for some background noise as he chatted with his lover about everything that's happened since they last snuck out together. Bunny was happy to ask questions and give his opinions, he was not the type to pretend to listen. Jack told him about his grade boost from a C to a B- in biology, Bebe sneaking into his room to cuddle two nights ago and the accident she had on his floor, about how his mom's workers were given a raise and that he fell in love with three more music groups that he couldn't wait to show him later. He talked for what felt like forever.
Eventually he settled down though, and they decided to turn up the music and jam out to the beat. Bunny tapped on the steering wheel and Jack exclaimed the lyrics.
"So light 'em up, up, up, light 'em up, up up, light 'em up, up, up, I'm on fire!" Jack sang joyously, repeating the chorus. His voice was downright terrible, but he didn't give two shits about that.
The car ride lasted a small while, and Jack excitedly watched out the window as the buildings and roads passed by. Their destination finally came into view, and he cheered. Bunnymund pulled into the crowded parking lot, putting on his own shades and ruffling his blue/greenish hair. Jack got out and hopped a few times while gripping the hem of the jeans, attempting to adjust them, looking forward to this extremely. He hugged Bunny's large arm, tugging him towards the entrance.
After getting their IDs approved, the pair made their way into the huge, loud and bustling club. Jack tangled his fingers with Bunny's, looking around with huge oaky eyes. Bunny chuckled and lead them to the dance floor. Immediately Jack began to dance, grooving to the music and trying to show off his skills to the Aussie. Bunnymund grabbed Jack by the waist and started up a different kind of dance, which Jack eagerly got into.
Within thirty minutes they were full-on grinding together. Jack smirked as he bent his knees at his sides and lowered, coming back up with his hands on Bunny's legs, tracing up, up. Because of their height difference, Bunny's crotch went into Jack's stomach, making the smaller boy happily and teasingly slide his hand across it. Then he turned around and began to dance more seductively. He belly danced and grinded on Bunny, who held his hips, and made a show out of it. He traced his own hands down the inside of his thighs, down his knees, and back up his hips to grace over Bunny's hands. A few other couples watched them and were surprised that a younger boy was being so seductive, but they also liked the show and took it as an invitation to dance this way with their own partners.
Jack bent down low, rear to Bunny's body, with his hand down the insides of his thighs. He shifted his shoulders as he straightened back up, tilting his head back to look up at Bunny. His boyfriend took his chin and gave an upside-down kiss on his frosty lips, hands coming down to hold his sides gently. Then he turned Jack around and pulled their bodies together, grinding slower in a circle. Jack hummed below the pounding music and tried to add more friction to his lower section instinctively. Bunny was happy to
accommodate, hands moving to settle on Jack's backside, making the boy wrap his arms around his middle.
Meanwhile...
The shadowy grunts carefully observed the dancing pair. Both were in black from head to toe, including their sunglasses. They had the elegant yet frightening features of finely bred horses, and the reputations of nightmares. They kept their keen eyes trained on the small boy with chocolate hair.
"The boy is in our sights," one reported into their radio, "but he's guarded."
"Don't let the boy out of your sight."
"Yes, sir." They put away the radio.
