Another Snowstorm in April
Jack salted the little town of Burgess with snow, nearly every day since his encounter with Jamie. He wanted to keep winter around as long as possibly, so he could keep seeing him. Even with Easter come and gone, Jack did his best to keep the north wind nestled down.
He carefully walked a power line, leaving small icicles behind him, when he spotted Jamie. He was just getting off of the town's transit, heading for the university. Jack smiled. A few steps and a stride through the air, he landed a few feet ahead of Jamie, and the two friends he walked with.
"I wish it wasn't so cold," a girl muttered.
"It's not so bad," Jamie added. He had yet to notice Jack before him, but nor did his friends.
"Yeah, not like that freak storm a few days ago!" the boy to Jamie's right said. Jamie blushed, and that was when he looked up to see Jack's smirking face. He stopped in his tracks. His friend's had grown up and could no longer see Jack, but Jamie could. Jamie would forever. He cleared his throat, side stepped the guardian, and continued on as if he wasn't there.
"Jamie..." Jack followed him, hovering close to his ear, "Jamie, I know you can see me..."
"..." Jamie tried to ignore, but Jack's lips gently grazed his ear, causing a blush across his face. He wanted to greet him. He really did, but couldn't. What if his friends saw him talking to thin air? A teacher? Last time he talked to Jack in public he was fourteen and was sent to psychiatric help. He lied through his teeth that he was reciting lines from a movie, but at this age, there was no way he'd get away with that.
"Jamie..." Jack teased. He gave the tip of his ear a lick, sending shivers through Jamie's body.
"What wrong?" A friend asked.
"N-nothing," he blushed, "just a chill."
"You should've worn more than a hoodie," the other added.
"Did you like that, Jamie?" Jack asked. His hand reached forward, slipping under the open hoodie, and fingered a nipple. "Is this from me or the cold?"
"Aa!...Y-yeah, you're right," Jamie closed his jacket tight around him and strode faster into the building.
Jack took a step back up into the sky. He didn't dare enter the building. Something about a place that could cause children so much misery just did not seem the ideal place for the Guardian of Fun. So, instead, he followed Jamie's movements in secret from window to window, until he settled in on his first class. To Jack, it looked like all other school rooms he had seen. A half dozen lines of brown desks, with an instructor in the front, and a large board behind. The only difference was the board went from black to white over the years.
Luckily for Jack, someone had left the windows open in the room, which was perfect for what he was scheming, but first...
Class started. The teacher was some old guy that kept drawing symbols on the board, followed by words and formulas. For someone who never went to school it was Greek to Jack. However, he didn't come here for the lesson, no oh no, Jack was here because he longed for Jamie. He had since their encounter not too long ago. But Jamie had been so busy as of late, that Jack felt it best to stay away. That, and Jack had other towns to visit, to chill, to blanket in snow. But he was back now, and every day apart made him yearn for his childhood friend in the most uninnocent ways possible.
Jamie was only half paying attention to the board, his book was open and notes filled his papers, but his mind was a buzz with seeing Jack. His mind kept weighing the pros and cons of skipping school to spend the day with him. He hadn't seen him in a few days, and was worried about how things ended during their last encounter. He almost started to think Jack was mad at him. But today may suggest otherwise.
"Jamie!" Jack called from the window sill. He sat with his legs dangling inside the room.
Jamie's eyes shot open wide. He quickly glanced around, but no one else seemed to see Jack. Half of his classmates looked still asleep.
"Oh Jamie, I missed you," Jack hopped into the room. Jamie's eyes kept switching between Jack and the teacher who droned on about amino acids and proteins.
"Jamie, I want you again," Jack blushed slightly as he pealed away his shirt, dropping it to the floor.
"!" Jamie's face exploded red. He wanted to scream at Jack, tell him to put his clothes on, to leave, to visit him tonight, but he was unable to say a thing.
"I think about it, all the time, about what we did," Jack touched his chest with one hand, "your skin against mine," He dipped his other hand into his pants. "Your touch caused a fire in me, Ooh!" Jack made a little moaning sound. He dropped his pants, and spread himself across the teacher's desk, spilling papers on the floor.
"Someone close the window," the teacher ordered, as he picked up his spilt things. A student walked right in front of Jack, and was none the wiser. He proceeded to shut all the windows, trapping Jamie in the room with a horny Jack.
"Ahh, Jamie!" Jack grabbed himself, arching his back across the desk, causing more objects to tumble. Jamie turned away. He planted his face into his book, pushing his legs together, trying to will away his erection. He prayed no one saw it, or the strange way he was acting. He closed his eyes and wished and wished, trying to think of the ugliest woman in Burgess wearing a two piece. That should help. Or would've if he didn't open his eyes to see Jack perched upon his desk, completely in the nude.
"Jamie," he gently stroked himself, "touch me again!" His breath weighed heavily, and even if it was icy, it caused Jamie's body to burn.
Jack sat on the edge of the desk, with a foot dangling off the back, resting upon Jamie's crotch. His toes danced, causing his dick to become painfully confined. Jamie's pen held hand was positioned in the middle of taking a notes, but now pressed against his friend's genitals.
"Touch me, Jamie." Jack reached for his hand, trying to move it to his cock. Jamie jumped up.
"What is it Jamie?" the teacher asked.
"I don't feel well, I may puke, can I go to the rest room?"
"Yes, yes, if you are feeling sick you shouldn't have come in, now go,"
Jamie didn't gather his things, he just intertwined his fingers with Jack's pulling him along out of the room, at top speed. Once alone in the hallway, Jamie muttered, "idiot, idiot, idiot!"
"But..." Jack started but Jamie dragged him into the men's room. He quickly checked the stalls to find it empty. A flip of the lock and they were granted a moment's privacy. "Jamie, I..." Jack started but Jamie had already had his lips locked with Jacks. Jack kissed him back. It lasted only long enough for Jamie to remove his pants, revealing his leaking cock. He didn't say anything, just pushed Jack to bend over the sinks. Without permission, without waiting a reply, without it registering to Jack, Jamie shoved himself deep inside. Jack cried out. There was no foreplay, no prepping, it was rougher, and dry, but it still caused the desired fueled fire inside of him.
Jamie thrust himself in deeply, he felt like a wild beast that was allowed to feed after nearly starving. Again and again, faster each time, causing Jack to cry out louder.
"Ahh! Jamie!" He screamed out.
"Louder, Jack, They can't hear you here," Jamie whispered. His mouth curled sadistically as he pulled Jack to the floor on all fours.
He drove himself in deep, pulling Jack's ass into him, boring further and further. Jack moaned and groaned, he attempted to grab the tiled floor, for support, but couldn't. His head bobbed back and forth to Jamie's movements, his mouth open, drool poured out with each moan. "I'm gunna... I'm gunna...Ahh!"
"Keep it together, Jack," Jamie let out between his own groans, "I'm going to cum soon." Jamie grabbed Jack's hair, pulling him up, allowing Jamie to nestle in deep as he released.
The feeling of Jamie's hot cum coating his insides was too much. His pressure released, sending a mess across the floor. As soon as it hit the surface, it turned the room to ice, cracking the urinals and sinks.
"Jack..." Jamie sighed, as he cleaned himself with a paper towel. Jack fell back into his hands and knees, huffing. He attempted to regain his breath.
"Jamie..." Jack finally said. He sat back on his heels, and winced at the mild pain his rear was experiencing. By this time Jamie had pulled his pants up and was trying to open the door. Ice held it shut, but it wasn't impossible to open, it just took a lot of force.
"Jack, I suggest for you not to come to school again," Jamie jerked on the door.
"It was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yes, maybe, but just come by my place, we can do it there, or maybe somewhere else, but...not here," Jamie blushed. He would never admit he liked the tease.
"I promise," Jack said, placing a kiss on Jamie's ear before helping him wrench the door open. Part of the hallway was covered in ice and people were beginning to take notice.
"Dammit," Jamie whispered. They begun to look at him as the cause. "Jack," he whispered under his breath, "can you freeze the rest of the pipes in the building, please?"
"Wanna help me freeze them?" He laughed. Jamie blushed but did not answer. Jack just nodded, running back to the classroom to collect his clothes and staff. Where ever his feet landed ice appeared.
By the time Jamie returned to the room, Jack had already frozen half of the building. Jamie took his seat, making a casual glance out the window to see another snow storm. His face dropped and he sighed. He prepared himself to take notes when the intercom queued up, informing everyone the rest of the day was canceled due to the weather and how people needed to get home safely.
Jamie trudged through the snow towards the long walk home, being that the bus wouldn't be back around for over an hour. His friend's had received rides, but he insisted on the walk. It didn't bother him terribly much. He got to walk home with his unseen trouble making friend. No, his unseen trouble making lover.