So I saw the movie Rise of the Guardians with my kid and drooled over Jack Frost the whole time. Then of course I had to Google to see if I was the only one ...

This story was written in response to a prompt requesting an X-Men/Rise of the Guardians cross-over where Jack Frost was not a Guardian but just another mutant in the X-Men universe.

NOTE: I am not very deeply familiar with either fandom, but enough I hope. And anyway, it was heaps of fun to write.

WARNING: rated M for over-18 content later.

So here goes; UnBeta'd and unusual crossover fun...

Jack Frost was restless.

Being stuck inside a school, no matter how luxurious and huge, still felt unnatural to him.

And Jack Frost feeling restless usually meant mischief of some sort.

So, of course, he set out to find the other person he knew would understand feeling flighty.

Someone who would distract Jack from the uneasy call of *outside and away*. It was always fun to provoke Wolverine. At least, it was fun if you had quick reflexes and weren't too worried about your personal safety. Because of, you know, the claw things…

As he flitted around the institution, floating near the crown molding and peeking into the many doorways, Jack Frost briefly reflected on how his life had turned upside down recently.

Apparently, he wasn't special. He wasn't gifted. He wasn't a Guardian. He was just another mutant, who had been recruited by Charles Xavier as soon as he'd been (rather tardily) located.

He cocked his head, thin features locked in concentration as he listened hard for the heavy breathing that would pinpoint Logan's location.

Faint, far-off…

Downstairs, toward the back…

Ah-ha! Jack knew where the bigger man was hiding now, and he exited the building through a third story window to circle around from outside.

Everyone predicted that Jack would bond with Storm over the recent tumult in his life. It seemed like the obvious choice.

But if their similarities had the geneticians all a tizzy over similar chromosomic irregularities and stuff, they simply made Jack uncomfortable.

Storm was living proof that he wasn't as unique or as important as he'd thought. Their related meteorological powers, even their freakishly alike white hair, pointed out how chance mutations were sometimes almost identical… And if Jack had felt he was special before being recruited, just like Storm, at least he'd made it quite clear that he had never been worshiped as a Goddess like certain others.

Anyway, being confronted with the obvious forced Jack to a bit more introspection than he liked. Storm was awesome, no doubt, but Frost felt too uncomfortable around her to really share his feelings with her.

Plus, she was… boring.

All LEADERY and stuff. At best she gave a small half smile at Jack's antics, at worst an icy stare. And she could do icy-scary even better than Jack!

Also, there was the whole boobage thing. Boobs were just creepy and Storm's were much too in his face for the liking of a guy who preferred dudes. Jiggly booming mounds of… Yuck!

Jack shivered unnecessarily, trailing delicately spreading detail as he looped around a corner.

*There*

Just as he'd thought. A telltale glow spilled from a window, a square of reflected firelight turning the snow to tarnished gold.

In the small library on the ground floor, that was where Wolverine was holed up! As usual.

Jack stared greedily inside, pressing his face close enough to the window-pane it began to ice-fog.

The other mutant was crouched before the fireplace, holding a fire-poker thing. The cast iron looked fragile and delicate, dwarfed by his large hand. Even seen from behind, even obviously lost in his thoughts, Logan radiated power. Brute strength and coiled energy.

His muscular back rippled, pulling at his shirt, and Jack had never even thought dorsal muscles could *do* that before meeting the burly man. Wolverine's biceps… Well, his arms were just… ridiculous. Probably as wide around as one of Jack's spindly thighs. As for Logan's messy hair and the scruff on his square chin…

Jack moaned a bit as the creeping ice gradually blocked his view.

Now THAT. That Jack appreciated, much more than all the explosive cleavage Storm flaunted. Although you had to give her credit for tight abs.

Logan was brooding, no doubt about it. And Jack supposed he had good reason to. He'd never met Jean, but he'd heard the whole tragic story, and then there was Cyclops who'd gone off somewhere else to mourn. So yeah, Wolverine had a reason to be in a foul mood.

Jack should really let him be.

It was just that…

Wolverine was so much FUN to poke at. He rose to the bait, every time. And once he was worked up enough, the sex… Hmmmm.

Anticipation curled tight in Jack's belly and he was starting to get hard already.

Biting his lip to contain a devilish laugh, the silver-haired lad silently worked the ancient latch open.

Action time!

This one-shot is four parts that are all done and posted elsewhere, so I'll try to get it all up this weekend.

Ciao!

xxx

French Caresse