Make it Snow
Chapter 2
Jack blinks, suddenly noticing the tiny snowflakes drifting around them, and he wills it to stop. "Sorry," he replies, bashful smile breaking through as he reaches up to brush some snow out of Jamie's hair.
Jamie opens his mouth to respond, but suddenly there's a cold hand pressing against the bulge in his sweatpants and he arches up and gasps, the contact surprising and stark. His thighs fall open wider and he wraps his arms around Jack's neck, feeling little crusts of frost break off of the older teen's hoodie when he digs his fingers into the fabric.
And then Jack's blowing little snowy designs on his neck again, bringing his lips closer to dart out a cold tongue that sends shivers up and down the younger boy's body, and it's all so overwhelming that it takes everything Jamie has not to completely fall apart right here and now.
"Jack," he manages after a while, bucking his hips up into the guardian's hand. "Jack."
"I like when you say my name." Jack says, grinning when Jamie blushes up at him, and suddenly Jack has a hand shoved down the front of the boy's sweat pants. Jamie lets out a surprised whine when cold fingers wrap around him, but he quickly gets accustomed to the temperature and is soon clutching at Jack's biceps and arching up into the strokes.
Jack just watches his face, fascinated, as the human below him screws his eyes shut and makes the most filthy noises. He hasn't seen something so beautiful in all of his 300 years of life, and when Jamie bites his lip hard and bruising, craning his neck back into the mattress, Jack can't help it when it starts to snow again.
"Jack," Jamie hisses, fingers digging into the other boy's shoulders. "Jack, I'm…"
And then there are hot spurts of liquid coating the guardian's fingers, making the slick slide of his hand easier as he milks the boy through his orgasm.
Jamie takes a few deep breaths while Jack tucks him away before curling up against the teen's stomach. It's warm, surprisingly, even with the cold seeping through his skin because it's still sprinkling snow. Jamie laughs softly before saying,
"Jack, you're going to make my room all soggy and wet."
The guardian blinks, making the snow abruptly stop, and says, "Sorry. I can't help it around you."
Jamie just gives him a fond smile. "It's okay. Also, I hate to say this, but you should probably go."
Jack sighs and sits up, running a hand through his hair before looking down forlornly at his crotch, dick half hard. Jamie laughs at him before tugging him back down for a quick kiss.
"Go do your guardian duties or whatever," he mumbles against Jack's lips. "I promise I'll take care of you later."
"You promise?" Jack teases, getting up and walking towards the window, undoing the latch and grabbing his staff.
"Yes," Jamie says exasperatedly, rolling his eyes fondly.
Jack just flashes him one last grin, blowing a kiss in his direction, and when Jamie feels the tiny frozen crystals melt against his lips, he just leans back in his bed and curls up into the warmth, imagining all of the things he's going to do to Jack when he returns.
The End.
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