Author Comment: Getting a lot of support! Thank you so much for that :) I'm glad that so many people like my version of how these two are together.
Chapter 7
There was no more waiting as Jamie leaned down to take Jack's mouth into a passionate kiss, his heart feeling that it would explode from the sheer joy of holding Jack in his arms like this. His hands flew down to grab his fly, zipping down after undoing the button, his legs squirming around to rid himself of the offending garment. In his excitement, almost falling off the edge of the bed, eliciting a sweet melodic laugh from Jack as Jamie was forced to pull away. Standing up, Jamie quickly wiggled out of his pants and left them on the floor as he nearly jumped onto the bed.
"Jeeze, isn't like the movies is it?" Jamie said, chuckling slightly as he placed himself between Jack's legs once more. Jack simply nodded, not being to form words just yet, and his hands moving to clutch his own chest in slight nervousness. Jamie saw this.
"I'll try to be gentle...I swear..." He said, words calm and meaning to be a source of ease for Jack. Reaching down, he slowly and gently grabbed the back of Jack's knees, bringing up the long and slender limbs up to rest on his shoulders. His right hand moving over to the side table, reaching into the drawers to pull out a small bottle of lubricant, and untwisting the top off with his thumb. He had grown so used to using this on himself that it was second nature on opening it but now, his hands shook slightly as he squeezed the clear gel into his left hand.
His eyes fell downwards as he rubbed the gel around on his fingers, spreading it evenly across his three middle fingers. Only when they were coated did he slowly ease the digits down, his forefinger pressing against the slightly moist opening that still quivered from the actions of before. Slowly, he eased the finger into Jack, forcing a choked moan from the man before he slid it easily in to the hilt. It wasn't painful for Jack, having just felt it before but when it started thrusting, his mouth hung open as he breathed in sharply.
Jamie thrusted the digit in slowly but sternly, spreading the lubricant from the digit around as much as possible before introducing his middle finger. The digit sliding in with a little pop and Jack feeling slightly uncomfortable for a mere second. Jamie moved the digit in centimeter by centimeter, before pulling out and easing back in, massaging the opening to ease the muscle. It was amazing how well Jack's body responded, his cheeks reddening as he felt himself open wider and wider. Even as the third finger was introduced, there was little pain and Jack was thankful for the pleasure that coursed through him.
Only when the three digits eased in and out of the spirit easily, did Jamie slowly pull the digits out, Jack biting his lower lip at the sudden emptiness he felt. His erection slowly returning from the seductive yet caring touches that Jamie placed on him. When he finally saw Jamie's erection though, his eyes widened a bit.
The man was definitely a man. The length reaching up to a healthy seven inches and much wider than Jack's own equipment, measuring about two inches in width if not a little more. Jack watched with slight fear as Jamie spread some more lubricant on his own erection, releasing a shaky breath at the feel of it and his excitement building. The length glistening in the dim light as he finished, golden eyes moving up to stare straight at Jack's face, and the snow spirit staring back with more fear now.
Quietly and without another word, Jamie leaned forward. His movements making Jack's knees move up to almost touch his own face as Jamie pressed his hips forward, his right hand guiding his arousal to Jack's opening. Jack's hands shot up to rest on Jamie's pectorals, his breath hitching and making Jamie pause in his motions.
"Jack...do you...do you want to-aaahhh!" Jamie had started out with worry, wanting to stop if the other man was too nervous to continue, and not wanting to push Jack too far. He didn't have to worry for long on that though as Jack found some courage that he didn't know he had, thinking that Jamie was going to stop. Wanting this to happen, Jack reached his arms down to grab at Jamie's hips, his legs moving down to wrap around as well, and forcing the young man to thrust forward.
The sudden heat and tightness nearly drove Jamie to climax right then and there. His eyes clenching shut, body shaking as he tried to hold back, and head snapping back in surprise. For Jack though, it was a sudden and sharp pain that invaded his body, and a gasp escaped him. His eyes clenching tight as he tried to hold back the surprised tears, teeth clenching together. Jack's legs eased up for a moment, Jamie's hips moving back at the same time, and Jack squeezed his legs tight once more to drive Jamie back in. That second thrust changed it for Jack.
The second thrust drove Jamie straight to Jack's prostate, rubbing up along it through the entire length of Jamie's arousal. The steady pressure made Jack's hips jerk, that pleasurable bolt running through him, forcing his eyes wide.
"Ah...there...what was-oh!" Jack was barely able to say as Jamie thrusted once more in the same manner, eyes now shining down as he watched his arousal enter back into the warmth. He had expected it to be cold, honestly, but it had turned out to be so hot. It got better with each thrust too. Shallow thrust now, aimed purposely for Jack's sake as he waited for the man to beg him for more, hoping that that would happen. His fantasies running through his mind in swirls as he thrusted only halfway in now.
Jack was flustered. The thrusts from before had been so good, painful at first, but they had built up to a pleasurable level that made him want more. Then when Jamie started thrusting in only halfway, he thought he was going to lose it. He had tried to tighten up his legs once more and use his hands to pull the man's hips harder again but Jamie's strength kept him from doing so. It was frustrating and he felt his lower lip starting to ache from the amount of gnawing it was enduring. Letting out a groan, he thrusted his hips backwards to try and drive Jamie deeper but the man kept resisting him.
"Ahh...Jamie...please..." He begged, eyes half open as he gazed down at the sight of Jamie's arousal thrusting into him.
"Please...what?" Jamie panted out, turning his hips into a wide circle to tease the spirit and making Jack groan.
"Please..more..." It was embarrassing but he was beyond caring now. That pleasure he had felt only moments before was right there, only a few inches away but as he spoke, Jamie complied with happiness.
Jamie thrusted in suddenly. Hands planting firmly on either side of Jack's head for leverage as he thrusted forward and down, pushing himself deeper and harder into the smaller body. Hard enough to cause the headboard to bang for a moment before balancing out, the bed creaking from the speed of their movements, and Jack thrusting himself back in return. Their movements became frantic, both men gasping out loudly as the pleasure built up. One of Jack's arms coming up to wrap around the back of Jamie's neck, wanting to be closer to the man as he invaded his body with enough force to make their skins slap audibly against one another. The new position making Jamie's length run along his prostate deliciously, Jack's neck flinging back in pleasure as he nearly screamed out in ecstasy, and Jamie attacking the newly exposed expanse of flesh with his teeth.
The nibbles and the thrusts, it was more than Jack could take, and he found himself climaxing for the second time. His entire body growing taut, arm almost crushing Jamie to him as he rode the waves of pleasure that escaped him. The hot splash of seed on his stomach and Jamie's, running down the length of their bodies before dripping down onto Jack once more. Jamie groaning out as Jack's insides clenched on him, almost painfully hard, his thrusts becoming erratic as he tried to hold off but couldn't. The tightness drawing him to thrust in to the hilt as he released himself deep, his own seed entering into Jack and making the snow spirit shudder from the feel of it. Jamie's own arms coming around to wrap tightly onto Jack as he pulled the man down hard onto him, hugging him close, and feeling their hearts beating in rhythm to one another.
From afar, the two appeared amazing. Both their bodies glowing with a strong hue of redness, skin sweaty and almost glowing in the dim light of Jamie's nightlight. As they climaxed, Jack's body once again releasing that hot steam as if ice were being heated. Making it look as if both of them were emanating steam into the vastness of the room's space and their bodies becoming slicker with the moisture.
Soon they both fell into a mess of limbs on the bed, Jamie sprawling on top of Jack as they gasped for breath. Then Jamie felt the cold slowly return to Jack's form, building up once more. Even with him still laying inside the other, he could feel the coolness running up along his length and he chuckled. It appeared that the other would always stay cold, even if he grew hot from Jamie's ministrations. Staying planted firmly within Jack, Jamie lifted his head up to lay a gentle kiss on the man's chin. Jack smiled as he gently wrapped arms around Jamie.
"Happy Birthday, Jamie."
That was years ago though and Jack mentally cursed himself from the memory that came back. His mind returning to the present as he watched the aged man start walking down the street, looking as forlorn as he did so many years ago when he first saw him drunk. That same look of defeat and anguish, one that held a deep pain that very few mortals knew, yet the man still held an air of optimism that was as surprising as his story. If he ever told the story.
Floating down to the street, Jack followed behind the aged man, hovering only a few feet above him. Jack just had to seem his face once more. Just once more that day, though he had made an excuse to see it almost everyday for the past twenty years. Those same brown eyes that glowed golden when the man thought of something deep, a memory that held a level of love and compassion that shined brightly through the orbs.
"Jamie..." Jack whispered out, knowing that the man could no longer hear him. He should have been used to it now, after trying for so many years, and meeting with disappointment each time. Yet he still tried, vowed that he would never stop trying, and promising to never leave a single day where he never saw the man.
The screech of the tires tore his gaze upwards, eyes widening as he saw a Sedan speeding down the road, driving much faster than one should. His eyes darting towards the street but calming, seeing that Jamie had seen it as well and had stopped. His hands still in his pockets as Jamie watched the car, approach, then in front of him and his entire body freezing up. Jack raised an eyebrow, flying up a little higher to see what it was that Jamie had seen.
It was like time stopped.
A little girl with blonde pigtails, maybe five years old, waddled into the center of the road to collect a piece of paper she had held only seconds before. Her small and slightly pudgy frame looking just like Jamie's sister when she was little, that form leaning over to collect the paper and not seeing the danger that approached her. But Jamie did and he jerked into action as Jack screamed out a blood curdling no. A scream that sounded much like one he had uttered years before.
It was after Jamie's twenty-seventh birthday. It was amazing, to think that Jamie still believed after all this time. He had gone to university, accepted into one of the best in the state, and had graduated in the top ten of his class. Majoring in Myths and Mythology, a major that his mother had argued with him about for some time, but one that he had complete passion for. His teachers loved him, loving how he was so inquisitive about all the myths about gods, goddesses, and various idols throughout history. Even when they had gone over the history of the story of Jack Frost, he had written a thesis paper that would have rivaled even the best of authors. Of course, they didn't believe any of the intimate details that he had gotten from the original source, but they loved how he had incorporated the original story with his own person thoughts. As he had neared graduation, every teacher offered to write reference letters for him to various historical companies, wanting him to continue on the imagination it took to invent these myths. That had pretty much set it up for him for his future career, his mind already set on a company that lay in the nearby city.
His years during school were lonely though. He had made some friends but they had remained acquaintances, Jamie not wanting to expose more than he cared to, not wanting to experience all four years without a single person to talk to. Jack had been a constant source, of course, but the man couldn't be there all the time. When he was there though, it was difficult. A roommate that was just as much of a book nerd as he was, who was constantly in the room. A sheer curtain that they had somehow managed to rig in the middle of the room was the only source of privacy. The only way that they could was for Jamie to bite down on a pillow, muffling himself as he and Jack kept up their relationship.
Outside the room, it was difficult to hold hands, people only seeing him walk around with his hand outstretched. This forced them to be a little creative about it all but they had managed to get some times alone out in the nearby woods. Swimming and Jamie being able to be his normal self, not as reserved as he was forced to at school, and being able to talk to Jack as he had always had before. But the four years passed by quickly and Jamie had been so happy to accept his degree. It had been an amazing honor, one where he had only been received by his mother and, unbeknownst to others, Jack. Who had watched from high above, smiling and beaming down at his lover, amazed that the man had done so much with his life.
Not even three months had passed when had been accepted by a historical group that researched and helped with various universities. The pay wasn't the best but Jamie enjoyed his work. His workers were pleasant enough, men that had vowed their lives to the saving of history and all the little details that could be stored away. Even some relics that had been apparently touched or owned by the origin of the Jack Frost story. That had amused Jack to no end, who had inspected the objects and just shrugged, not having seen them before in his life.
At twenty four, he had finally saved up enough to move out and buy his first apartment in the nearby city that was slowly enveloping his small hometown. The apartment wasn't anything special. A one room apartment filled with the basics. A bed, desk, bookshelf, and a tv. There wasn't much of a living room but he had managed to fit a small, used couch, and an old rug from his mother. That was about it and though it wasn't much, Jamie loved it and loved it more when Jack helped to fill the emptiness of the apartment.
Jamie paused though, alone at the moment as he laid on the couch to watch television. Sitting up, he brought a hand to his forehead, rubbing the weird pain that had started up a few days ago. A dull ache centered at his right temple and it only came whenever he thought about Jack. He closed his eyes, imagining Jack's snow white face and for some reason, it was hazy. His eyes closed tighter as he concentrated harder, the pain becoming more as he focused his attention on the man's face, and after a few more painful minutes, it became clear. Letting out a sigh, he finally opened his eyes as the pain eased away.
"That's weird..."
A/C: Oh, what is happening now? Stay tuned! The next chapter will come tomorrow. :)