Author Comment: Wow, didn't think that I would get anyone favoriting this! With such a spur of the moment story idea XD Well, here is Chapter two! Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Two

A few weeks passed after Jamie's birthday. His mouth sticking shut about the topic, no matter how many times Jack tried to hint at wanting to ask about it. It was rather obvious as well. Jack and Jamie walking along the street, Jack pointing over to a young man, and wiggling his eyebrows in a humorous manner. Forcing Jamie to shove his hands deeper into his pockets and walking away quickly, forcing Jack to speed up, and far away from the man. Another attempt where Jack had somehow gotten a hold of a dirty gay magazine and trying to give it to Jamie, laughing loudly in embarrassment, and Jamie quickly grabbing it to throw it in the trash. Though he did reach in later to retrieve it.

It just continued on. Jack pointing out every guy in the town to Jamie, trying to find some guy that he had picked out the right guy, and then pouting slightly as he found it wasn't that person. Jack finding the most random objects to give to Jamie, so that he could have a gift for his crush. A snow globe, designed and created by Santa. A beautifully decorated Easter egg from Bunnymund, one that the rabbit had gone all out on for a different event, but Jack figured that the rabbit to make another if he wanted to. Then a necklace with a single feather on it from Tooth, a simple and somewhat masculine type necklace. Jack figured the fairy wouldn't notice since the feather had come off on its own. Each time, Jamie happily accepted the gift and set it to the side, slightly amused that Jack was pretty much finding everything that he would like but thinking that this mysterious other man would like as well.

Even today, it was no better. Jamie was sitting up against a tree, bundled up in layers of warm clothes. A thick, grey winter jacket, a pair of blue jeans and thick long-johns underneath them. A warm wool hat, decorated in grey and black tones of Indian designs sat on his head. He wasn't cold at all though. Even if he had been wearing nothing, especially with Jack dancing around on the ice with his lithe form, and Jamie watching on. Jack was blathering on about something and Jamie hadn't really noticed what he was saying until Jack suddenly yelled out...

"...and I'll take that handsome young man and smother him with kisses." Jamie's eyes shot up and to awareness as he stared in surprise at Jack. Who had stopped skating around, hands on his hips as he stared with humor back at Jamie.

"W-what?" Jamie stuttered out and Jack let out a laugh.

"I was wondering if you were listening or not." Jack said as he floated up into the air, approaching Jamie to sit down in front of him in the snow. Slouching forward, he raised an eyebrow at the young man.

"Hey...I don't want to make you uncomfortable but...do you want to talk about it? I mean, what's up with this guy you like? You gonna tell'im?" Jack inquired and Jamie let out a soft sigh.

"Is it weird?" He asked in reply and Jack frowned.

"Weird how? Weird that you like guys?" Jack shrugged his shoulders.

"You like what you like. After 300 years and seeing everywhere and everyone in a lot of different ways, you kinda lose the right to make personal judgements. That and I can't really remember my own personal feelings towards things like that from how I was before. People will do what they will and the same goes for you. So no, it's not weird to me." It made sense, to Jamie at least. He figured that after so many years and seeing the times change over and over, there was little room to think that one could stop it. Especially when Jack had been forced into being invisible to the world for so long.

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Then come on! Let me help you out!" Jack stated, showing once again how he felt indebted to Jamie. One that wasn't meant to be negative to Jack but one that he happily accepted. Jamie stared up at Jack, his jacket covering his lower face as he blushed a little bit, eyes turning to the wide.

"Well...I don't even know if he's...like that...I mean, he could be but there hasn't really been any sign, ya know? I guess...I mean...he's older than me. Doesn't really seem interested in anyone, from what I've seen. Pretty cool..." Jamie relaxed a little bit, getting a little lost as he thought about all the things he liked about Jack, and Jack listened on without making any connection. To someone else, it was probably annoying to think that he was being told everything, yet not connecting the dots.

"Sounds cool. What does he do? He's older, so he's not in school, I guess. Unless he's in..what do you call it...collage? Coolidge?" Jack waved his hand around in the air as he tried to think of the word.

"You mean college?" Jamie corrected.

"Yeah! Is he in college?"

"No...he's older than that." Jamie said, eyes still pointed away from Jack, hoping that he wasn't giving too much away. He wasn't sure how it would all turn out anyway.

"Ah...okay. Well...you have to tell him right? I mean, you are human. Don't waste the time that you have! Just say it straight out!" Jack said, his still immature mind making the situation seem all that more okay, and Jamie closed his eyes.

"It isn't that simple." Jamie said with depression once more. Jack's idea was probably immature but it was a simplistic one. One that was said by someone who didn't really have anything to lose, while he had everything to lose.

"If I just say it like that...he's one of the few people that still talk to me." It was a big hint, a giant clue, if any, but still, it flew over Jack's head. The spirit sat silently, hand covering his mouth as he thought deeply about the situation. It was obviously something that was more intense then he had originally thought, at least to the young man before him, and he figured he should take it seriously. Jamie stared on, slightly amused as he saw the deep expression on Jack's face, a smile coming to his own as he gazed. Jack's face looked like he was caring deeply about Jamie's feelings and the young man felt his heart warm from believing such a thing. Was it possible that Jack cared for him that much?

Jack had to admit, he did care. But it was from something he hadn't even thought about for many years. A thought that he had never admitted to anyone, not even Jamie. After 300 years of seeing men with men, women with women, and women with men; he had just figured it was a normal cycle of human life. Especially when he saw them in romantic situations that had made him yearn for something more than the spiritual life he had been given. Those many years ago, he had thought deeply about forming a relationship with a human, to gain something he had never gotten to experience during his mortal life, but he had some to a dark realization.

He was immortal.

That thought had kept him away. Forced him to close off the desire to form such connections with another. The idea of forming a loving connection with another, to have those many happy years together, and to live an almost normal life. That idea had been dashed as he realized that he would not age, that his lover would age and die, to leave him alone. Leave him alone with a burning hole in his chest and Jack knew, that whoever he had connected with, would be the only one he would ever hold deep in his heart. With the threat of such pain, Jack closed himself off.

But for the past few days, his thoughts had delved back into that world. Especially as he thought more about men with other men, a thought that sparked a rather uncomfortable dream that plagued him for several nights in a row. A dream of Jamie with another young man, their arms wrapped around each other in an embrace as they secretly met on a street. Loving gazes pointed towards each other before sharing a searing kiss and heading towards a private room for them to continue. A dream where Jamie kissed the other passionately, both groaning out the other's name, and forcing Jack to realize something he had never noticed before.

A realization as he watched Jamie take off his shirt in the dream, exposing a tanned and muscled torso that he had seen a hundred times before. With new vigor though, he realized that he noticed the hue and shade of the tan, the pull and push of the lean muscles that moved within Jamie's form. How he noticed how Jamie's hair tapered just at the nape of his neck in a fine line of dark, wood-colored hair. How his golden brown eyes glazed over and narrowed in passion, his slightly pink lips opening as he groaned out in pleasure. An image that made his chest ache, made him actually feel warm for the first time in a long time, and making him want to reach out in the dream.

Jack awoke those nights in a very uncomfortable position. One that made him do something he hadn't done very often in his long years of life, having no real inspiration to do so.

And in this situation, he found himself blushing as he realized that he was thinking about the dream, rather than helping Jamie. Letting his eyes move back up to the young man, he had to hold his breath as he came eye to eye with those golden brown eyes that stared lovingly at him. Jack gulped back the slight panic in himself as he sat up straight, eyes closing, and mouth forming a tight line.

"Well...still...it's a risk. But Jamie, that's life, isn't it? Taking risks and deciding that it is worth everything to try for that one bit of hope?" The words rang true for Jack, at least. He had taken a chance by following the other Guardians when he had first been faced with them. Had taken a risk to try and recover his memories and both, he had received a greater reward than he had ever thought would have been possible for him. By taking a risk in showing communication with a young man to have him believe once more and in the end, finding the first person to see and believe in him for 300 years.

For Jamie though, it was struck him deep. Jack was right, life was full of risks that one would have to face and he knew, even at his young age, that he would have to make some risks now and later in life. Would he just sit back and let the opportunity always pass him by? To just flow away between his fingers, to never be able to say what he truly wanted to say? That was a fear even more terrifying then the possible rejection. To think that he would never be able to keep on hoping for something better, if he didn't think that he would at least take the chance to grab it. Jamie's eyes met up with Jack's once more then and he smiled.

"Yeah...you're right." He said softly and Jack beamed. Jumping up, Jack placed his hands on his sides once more, leg spread slightly, and he stared down happily at Jamie.

"Then come on! We gotta go find this guy. You should do it! Or...unless...you want to do it in a beautiful scenario or something. Do you want me to do what I offered on your birthday? Fresh snow and all that?" Jack rambled on, eyes dashing around to gaze at everything around him. The lake would be a beautiful and romantic area for such a thing, if decorated correctly with his particular special gift. A hand came up to his chin as he gazed around himself thoughtfully.

"I could put up some icicles along the treeline, all around, right? And then, make the snow bright and sparkling. Kind of girlie but hell, looks nice, right? Then, what about over there? I could make a really nice ice...waterfall...thing..." Jack's words trailed off as he continued, Jamie just shaking his head slowly as he smiled with Jack's enthusiasm, and now realizing just what he was doing.

"Jack-" Jamie started to speak as he rose up from his sitting position, hand on the tree to support his now shaking form. He was nervous as hell, wanting to do just what Jack had told him now, and building up the courage in his mind with a encouraging mantra. His words were cut off though as Jack flew up into the air, hands moving about busily to decorate the area with snow and ice. This left Jamie to just stand there, hands on his pockets, head tilted to the side as he watched the spirit move about, and a light amused grin on his face.

Jack didn't even pay attention, his whole focus being to make the area as nice as he could for his friend's sake. Every idea he had uttered and some that came to him spur of the moment, went into action as he flew around. Decorating random trees with long branches with long and delicate icicles, passing a light sheen of snow across the tops. Making sure that all areas of the lake were thoroughly frozen and covering the ring of it with snow. Turning up a light snow storm in the area to form a new and freshly made area of snow that was both beautiful and soft in appearance. Only when he was done, did he stop and slowly descend to stand in the center of the pond, hands on his hips once more, and staring around with a huge grin on his face.

"How's this?" Jack said as he turned around to face Jamie, who stood silently and patiently for the other to finish. Jamie just stared on without a word, watching as the snow storm continued, small snowflakes falling around Jack like a halo. It truly was a sight that he would never get tired of and he mentally took a picture to keep, wanting to have that image in his mind forever.

"It's amazing." He said, his feet crunching as he walked out towards the center of the lake, hands still in his pockets as he walked. Jack's eyes roamed the area, excited about the prospect of doing such a fine job, and taking in Jamie's compliment. He didn't notice as Jamie approached, didn't notice as the young man stopped just behind him, and was surprised as he turned around to be face to face with Jamie.

Jamie thought his heart was going to come out of his throat. His entire frame solid in nervous tension, hands clenching tightly within the confines of his pockets. He stared down at the slightly shorter spirit, Jack only coming up to Jamie's chin, and staring up at him in surprise. Well, surprise at first before it turned to confusion and another goofy smile coming to the spirit's face.

"What's up? Got another idea?" Their eyes stood steady, Jamie not saying anything. He had a million words come to mind about how to start this but all of them didn't seem right. They got stuck in his throat, made him feel like he was choking, and his breathing becoming slightly labored as he realized he was panicking slightly. Jack's curious expression changed to one of worry, a hand coming up to touch Jamie's forearm.

"Hey, you alright?" Those caring words. They were constant on Jack's lips whenever Jamie was upset and Jamie felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered all the years before.

Then without a word, Jamie's right hand came out from his pocket, and wrapped around the back of Jack's head. Pulling the man forward, he leaned down to plant a soft and nervous kiss on the spirit's lips.

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment. Snow falling around the both of them, landing lightly on their clothes before melting away to a tiny droplet on Jamie's jacket and hair, but staying solid on Jack's icy form. Jack's eyes growing wide in shock, his entire form frozen as everything came into focus and he realized what all had been going on with the young man. Jamie, completely focused on the soft but ice cold lips that were pressed up against his own, and his ears filled with the sound of his heart's erratic beating. He was completely warm now, his heart almost a searing and painful heat that he could barely stand but felt so good at the same time.

Then it ended.

Jamie pulling away slowly, staring down at Jack's still wide blue eyes, mouth gaping slightly as he stared up at the young man. Jamie's own gold-brown eyes filled with an insecurity he had never felt before, completely open and vulnerable to whatever would happen next, and Jack taking all this in. Then even slower, Jamie pulled away, his hand moving back to his pocket, and taking a single step away from the snow spirit. The tension in the air was sharp enough to cut deep into any passerby. Jack just standing there, still frozen in his position, one arm at his side, and the other up to point at something he had wanted to show Jamie. His eyes still wide open and mouth gaping, breathing slightly hitched in surprise.

It was an expression that Jamie hadn't expected. Closing his eyes and letting his head fall, he felt desperation fill up in his chest, and he forced it down with all his strength. He should have known that this would happen, had actually expected it, and it hurt more than he had thought it would. Letting out a shaky breath, Jamie tried to calm himself enough to speak.

"I'm...I'm sorry." Jamie whispered out, complete rejection and pain in his voice. Without another word, he turned around, and began to quickly walk away. Feet crunching and ice groaning from his weight as he walked quickly away from the still frozen spirit, his eyes growing moist from the pain that was now erupting out of control from within him. As fast as he could in the newly laid snow, he went between the trees to head back to his house, ducking the trees that lay in his way, and gasping out his breaths as he tried to control the hurt that spilled out of him.

After a moment more, Jack's frozen frame relaxed, and his arms both fell heavily to his sides. His eyes staring along the path that Jamie had left behind as he ran from him. His own heart had stopped for a moment before but was now slowly coming back to a steady rhythm. His breath was slightly faster still, his mind reeling from what had just happened.

Jamie liked someone.

Jamie liked a guy.

Jamie liked a guy that was older.

A guy that was WAY older.

Jamie liked a guy who didn't seem interested in anyone.

Jamie's eyes had changed so softly when he spoke of the guy.

Jamie's eyes were like that when he looked at Jack.

The few hints that the young man had given him were all pretty obvious. Should have been so obvious to Jack and his eyes tore away as he mentally cursed himself, realizing just how tortured the young man must have felt. Jack knew that he was Jamie's only friend and the young man had spoken about it, the pain of the loss so strongly evident in his voice. Raising a hand, Jack nearly slapped himself on the side of his head as he finally connected all the dots.

"Jack...how can you be so stupid..." He spoke to himself, a whisper. The hand moved up further, fingers threading through the white hair, and spiking up as he tried to think clearly for a moment. All this information was more than he knew how to deal with. He didn't even know how to begin to fix this or how he would approach Jamie from then on. On top of all that, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. The kiss was pleasant but a surprise. The touch on his head was warm and caring, touching him deeply, but also left a tingling hurt from all the memories that Jack had completely misunderstood.

What was he supposed to do?

A/C: Hey all, hope that the chapter is cool with you! Next chapter will follow soon after! So stay logged in. :)