Jack sighed as he gazed mindlessly at his childhood friend and first believer Jamie Bennett, watching as he studied diligently for his college finals. It had been ten years since Jamie had first started believing in him, and in that time Jack had slowly begun to realize that he had more than protective, brotherly feelings for his young friend.

Jamie had developed into quite a handsome young man, filling out into a lean, muscled being who had all the ladies fawning over him at school. In the last month alone he'd had 8 girls confess to him and jack found that more and more these confessions were beginning to make him jealous, especially when they would put their hands on his shoulder or wrap around him affectionately. The few times he'd done that to him Jamie seemed to dismiss his actions as 'a guy thing', never taking notice of how Jack's whole body would lean into him in anticipation every time he wrapped an arm around him.

Jack slowly swung his legs back and forth from the branch he sat balanced on in a tree across the street, mulling over what he could possibly do to relieve some of his pent-up stress. How would Jamie react if he confessed? The teen had never shown any definite feelings other than the brotherly love Jack had come to despise over the years. Would he reject him? What if his confession ruined the relationship they had now and Jamie refused to see him again? Jack angrily swung his staff at a falling snowflake, running a hand through his white hair in frustration. It wasn't fair. In all the years he had been alive (320 years give or take) there had never been anyone who could make him feel so many different emotions at one time, and it ate at him. Why did things have to be so complex?

Jack looked back towards Jamie's window as the person in question stood up, smiling slightly as he stretched his taught, muscled back. He floated silently towards the window, pushing it open and blowing quietly towards the teen. Jamie shivered at the sudden cold gust, looking back over his shoulder in annoyance:

"That's mean Jack, it's already cold enough without you blowing on me." The spirit chuckled, sitting cross-legged on his bed:

"You'd think after so many years you'd have gotten used to it." Jamie shrugged, continuing to stretch his aching muscles. Throughout the whole time he' known Jack, the spirit had always been a trouble maker, a fun trouble maker, but a trouble maker none the less.

Jack looked around Jamie's room as if bored, the whole time taking in his friend's body and sculpture: sometime or another Jamie had gotten taller than him by at least 6 inches and because of his refined muscle jack was almost afraid of snowball fights with him since he'd learned how to through a nasty curve ball...almost.

Jamie grunted as a small snowball bashed him in the back of the head, wet, cold water running down his neck onto his back. He turned, glaring at the grinning spirit:

"That's not fair, I don't have anything to through back." Jack smiled, floating up onto the ceiling where formed another snowball:

"I know." Jamie quickly dashed forward as Jack hurled the cold ball at him, jumping off of his bed for extra height.

Jack sincerely thought that he would have an advantage hovering at the ceiling. He always misjudged Jamie's athletic abilities.

He squawked as Jamie's warm hand wrapped around his ankle, flailing futilely as he was pulled down onto the bed:

"Wah!"

"Gotcha." Jack froze as Jamie's large hands pinned him down beneath him, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Jamie smirked as he looked down at his dumbfounded friend, pulling both of his hands up over his head to pin them with one of his own, his other hand rising just above Jack's face: the remnants of the last snowball Jack had thrown were held in his fist, slowly beginning to drip and melt between his fingers. Jack squirmed as the water began to drip all over his face, unable to do much under his larger friends weight:

"Alright alright, you win!" Jamie laughed, wiping his dripping hand on the bed:
"Thought so." Jack discretely began breathing again as Jamie released him and got up, wiping the water from his face:
"Yeah yeah kid, just wait till next time." Jamie laughed, pausing as his mother tapped on the door:

"Jamie who are you talking to?" Jamie and Jack smiled at each other as they always did when his mom asked this question. Jamie opened the door, revealing his seemingly empty room:

"I keep telling you mom, Jack Frost." His mom frowned, slapping him lightly on the chest:
"You're such a goober, that's been your response for the last ten years."
"Well, you said I should always tell the truth. so I do." she rolled her eyes, turning to go back downstairs:
"Whatever. Anyways, dinners ready so come downstairs okay?"

"Sure thing mom, I'll be right there." Jamie chuckled as he closed the door, looking back at Jack:
"You'd think that she'd believe me after ten years and actually begin to see you." Jack shrugged, walking towards the window:
"It's alright, it takes a while for people to start believing in someone so new and cool like me. Even you took a couple years despite all the freak sledding accidents and stuff I did for you. And who knows, we may make a believer of her yet. See ya later Jamie."

"Bye Jack."

Jamie mentally slapped himself as he watched Jack fly out the window, staring after him sadly as he sped off into the distance. He had had him literally in his clutches and he had done nothing. He'd thought through what he would do if given that opportunity countless times and he had just stared down at him stupidly.

He sighed, turning half-heartedly to go downstairs where his mom was yelling for him.

Jack breathed heavily as he landed on his pond a few minutes after having left Jamie, stomping his foot childishly. Jamie had been right above him and he had done nothing! It would have been so simply to just sit up a little and claim his lips...

Jack shook his head as he walked into a small hut that he had built 7 or 8 years ago to call his home. With the help of the other guardians magic (and Jamie, who was 11 or 12 at the time), they had managed to raise the hut in a week. It had one master bedroom and a guestroom and one bathroom. His kitchen was small, consisting of a sink, fridge, and table. He never really ate unless he was with Jamie or the others, so there was little food in his fridge and he had insisted he didn't need a stove. His living room consisted of one large plush couch (that Bunny had given him oddly enough), a large recliner, a t.v., and a few small lamps shaped like teeth (courtesy of Tooth). Sandy had given him a small globe filled with his golden sand which changed shape depending on what jack was thinking about at the moment, but he kept that hidden in his dresser drawer in the master bedroom because for the last 4 or 5 years all he could think about was Jamie and it would be weird for him to come over and see his face in the globe.

He plopped down onto the bed, burying his face into the pillows as he thought back on his most recent encounter with his crush. Like always it had seemed like Jamie saw their "play" as nothing more than that, seemingly oblivious to Jack's pounding heart. He felt his breath stop again as he recalled the melting snowball dripping onto his face, unable to stop the completely dirty thought that had come to mind in that instant. Jack couldn't help but fantasize about how similar that had been to something else that could have been dripping on him...

He shook his head, blushing furiously. 'Jamie probably wouldn't even know what that is, he's such a good, kind-hearted innocent kid...' Jack sighed again as the dirty thoughts continued to barrage his conscience, closing his eyes. He didn't even realize how tired he was until he woke up the next morning.

That Same Night

Jamie trudged back up the stairs, his thoughts still jumbled and depressed. He'd barely eaten anything at dinner and probably only ate what he did because of his mom's constant nagging about his health. He slowly sank down onto his bed, letting his hand gently run over the spot where Jack had been. Jamie blinked as his body heated slightly, unable to control himself as his member began to throb:

"Damn..." he got up, closing his door, the window blinds and everything that would allow someone to see into his room. After making sure he was completely alone, Jamie laid back on his bed, slowly stroking his aching member: "ungh..." he closed his eyes, imagining Jack's icy cold hands stroking him. He shuddered as he came into his hand, laying panting on his bed for a minute. 'If Jack knew I did things like this he'd probably be disgusted and never talk to me again...I doubt he's even into men...'

No one knew that Jamie was gay and he preferred it that way. It wasn't that he was afraid of what other's would think...only Jack. He was popular enough with the ladies and for a while he had hoped that if Jack saw how popular he had become that he would become jealous and come after him...but no such thing had happened. Jack always seemed to be around, perched in some tree or something, but when a girl confessed to him he merely looked away, seemingly embarrassed or something. Jamie got up, washing his hand off in his small bathroom.

He stared into the mirror for a moment, looking himself over. According to everyone else he was fairly attractive, a strong, muscled build with sharp, handsome and defining features, smooth, silky hair...were those things that Jack liked? What if he didn't like people stronger and bigger than him? What if he liked less defining features?

Jamie wrinkled his nose in anguish, shuffling back to his bed and plopping down. It took him four hours to get to sleep.