It was a cold winter night, and a young teenage boy lay alone in a sea of blankets. His messy brunette hair cascaded down his face, partially covering his big brown eyes.
He lay on his stomach with his head turned to the side, watching the snow blow by in a harsh storm. To some it may just seem like terrible and cold weather, but Jamie would never think of it like that. No, he loved the snow, and he also loved the man who created it. Yes, the now 17 year old Jamie Bennett loved and held dear a winter spirit, not just any though, a winter spirit some may refer to as Jack Frost.
Jamie was currently struggling to keep awake as he waited for Jack to return. He left a few hours ago, saying he had scheduled a few storms that night, promising to return later on. That was around 3 hours ago, as it was now about 1 in the morning.
He fought to keep his heavy eyes open as they threatened to close and never open till the next sunrise. After several minutes he decided that the fight was a lost cause, that Jack would simply not arrive that night. He didn't mind though, he knew that Jack took his job very seriously, and Jack loved Jamie and wanted to spend time with him just the same.
Jamie reached out and flicked off the light switch, encasing him in darkness, illuminated only by the moons glow outside his frosted window. He snuggled further into the cocoon of blankets and let his tired eyes close. Drifting off into sleep, soothed by the howls of wind outside his window.
Jamie awoke in the middle of the night to a freezing cold. Despite the multiple blankets enveloping him his body still managed to drop to an unsafe degree. He tried to turn around but found he couldn't. He looked down to see slim yet strong arms wrapped around him. He turned his head to see Jack's face. Sleeping features illuminated by the moons glow. Jamie could see every detail of his pale, smooth skin. He reached down and managed to loosen Jack's iron grip around his waist. He turned himself around and pressed his face to Jack's chest. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep again he felt Jack's hand remove itself from his waist to his head, slim fingers tangled in messy brown locks. It may have been his imagination, but he even felt Jack hold him a little tighter, pulling him closer. Whether Jack had done that in his sleep or he was only faking before Jamie did not know, but he didn't lift his head to find out. He simply smiled into Jack's chest and closed his eyes once more, drifting off into another slumber.