From the author to you fabulous reader,
I just wanted to thank you all for your continued support and kind words. What keeps me going is the positive feed back. I apologize if this seems like it's been going on and on; I'm doing it on purpose, not to be annoying and overly lengthy. There is a method to my madness that you will soon see in the next chapters.
I'm a bit nervous about this chapter. I wanted to take away a little from the description and follow the flow of conversation between our young lover boys, um; I'm not sure what happened. I personally found this chapter hard and annoying to write. Let me know your thoughts and what I may do to improve if there needs to be improvement.
Also, if may, fabulous readers, what do you think of a story that switches POVs? I'm strongly considering making the next few chapters in Jamie's POV view, but I fear that is sort of cliche within the realm of fanfiction. Are there any who appose, and would totally be mad if I did that? Drop me a message, review, or whatever to let me know.
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None of this should have been happening; he should have died those many years ago. He should have drifted off in the cold darkness, trapped at the bottom of that lake, stuck beneath the window of frozen glass. If he didn't need to die that night, then he should have grown old, died and withered away like the other poor peasants of his time. Old, broken, sick, twisted from years of work and abuse. He didn't deserve this, to experience this after his death, in his eternal life.
Fate had a funny way in playing into life and meddling around with peoples' affairs; somehow he had found himself outlasting any family he might have had, only to come to this one moment, so far into his outlived future, this moment where he tasted his first kiss for the first time. He was so shocked that words could not even compile to describe his feelings, his breath, his thoughts. He simply closed his eyes and accepted Jamie's lips.
Jamie; oh how eager he was! How many lips had he kissed before? Was this his first as well? Jamie's hot mouth incased Jack's lips and his tongue peeked out to lick at Jack's. He was so new at this despite his age; he felt clumsy while meshed up agains Jamie like that. His own mouth moved sluggishly against Jamie's hot and demanding kiss. His mouth was simply frozen, it wouldn't move the way that he wanted it too. Never did he think that kissing would be something so frustratingly hard. Jack eventually learned to open his mouth and shrank back as the heat enveloped it. His heart leapt to his throat and he let out a sigh of shock and Jamie smirked, he actually smiled; Jack could feel it spread and mould against his own lips.
With a soft breath and pop of their lips, Jamie pulled away. Just as Jack was growing used to their rhythm. He was sad to feel that absence of heat. Jack's mouth suddenly felt empty, but he closed his lips and leaned back, carrying their bodies back down to the ground beneath. They landed and Jack was suddenly aware that both of his hands and slipped to Jamie's waist and he extracted them.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," Jamie said as he brought his hand to his lips to hide his boyish smile. "I'm sorry. I probably made things awkward, didn't I?" he said as he pulled his hand away. There was something hidden in the base of his iris, fear? Jamie acted on impulse and was probably now so frightened that Jack would reject him. He was shocked to think so, but he made no move to show disgust.
Rather than focusing on any awkward attention, or flustered feelings that danced frantically around in his mind, Jack simply smiled slyly, wanting to relieve any uncomfortableness. "First to see me, first to make a move on me, you're just adding up to be my first everything aren't you?" Jack said as he laughed and shuffled his foot through the snow.
At this, Jamie flushed a pink and white color and he coved his mouth again, chuckling into his hand. His eyes let on to something that puzzled Jack for a moment.
He took a second to stop and think and then winced as he realized what he had just said, what he had just insinuated. "That sounded bad, didn't it?" he asked. He might have been stuck in his youth, but he still knew innuendos and how the mind of a young teenager worked. He floated up into the air and drifted towards Jamie. "I'm fairly sure you know what I meant when I said that. It's not that I would-I mean, I wasn't assuming that you'd be my first in everything. I was-" Jack stopped and scrambled a hand through his hair. Jamie merely continued to blush; a smile twisted on his lips and stuck there, wide as the coal inserts on a snowman's face. Jamie's cheeks, too, were a vibrant red, innocent and humble. Jack's own cheeks stung with a blush. Why was this so hard? It seemed that Jack's face merely drove Jamie's laughter on; the boy turned his head and laughed so sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah; I'm the 300-year-old-virgin. Har har," Jack said as he tried to deflate the awkward humor that was emanating around him. He could feel the heat in his ears and on the very tip of his noes now; it wasn't often that something got his frost in such a twist.
Jamie held up his hands and waved them. "No, no, I'm not trying to laugh at you!" Jamie said as he straightened and cleared his face of all silliness. "300 years is an awful long time to never love anyone; I'm not just talking about sex. Contrary to popular belief, thats not all we teen boys think of. Sex is something you should experience with someone you love, yeah? Um, just like kissing. You mean you've never met someone before that you've wanted to kiss?" he asked.
It was a bit reassuring and easy the way Jamie was so level headed. Jack thought for a moment again, pondering his life in the long time of 300 years. There wasn't anyone beyond the other spirits that could see him. Naturally, he kept a distance. He had watched people as he fell in love; that would sit on the icy benches in the snowy parks and confess of feelings of warm liquid in their hearts and rambunctious butterflies in their stomachs. On occasion, Jack would envy them, not because they had someone to kiss, but that they had someone to talk to, to believe in and in return receive belief. It would have been too painful to fall love with someone, knowing that they would never know, never see.
Jack shook his head to answer Jamie's question.
"Not even from before you were a spirit?"
Jack shook his head again.
"I've only ever been in love with one person. I've loved him for as long as I can remember. His strength, protective nature, playful ways. He once took me on the best sleigh ride of my life, and he wouldn't ever give up on me even when I was running low on belief," Jamie said clearly; his voice seemed to shatter the frosted dark of the pond.
Jack couldn't help but look up at his first faithful companion with a face of wide-eyed delight.
"And I'm kind of hoping he'll let me in on how he feels too, because I know he watches me at night and snoops in on my dreams," Jamie added as he gave a proud motherly look, complete with hands on his hips.
Jack winced, but smiled all the same. "I saw your dream tonight and that was all," he said stiffly. "I can't help that I want to check in on you-I. I do care about you, Jamie."
To this, Jamie smiled, eyes bright and a chilling fear gripped Jack. He swallowed. "I've never been in love before. Is it love when you want to spend every waking moment with that person, want to know if they're safe and warm? Is it love when everything you do ends up being for them, and no matter how hard you try, your subconscious drifts to them?"
Jamie was calm in his answer. "I may be young and naïve, but that certainly sounds like love to me," he said simply. "Or maybe it's just my wishful ears are just hearing what they so desperately want to hear," he said as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jack's slim waist. He pulled the suspended spirit forward through the air and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Regardless; I thank you for this night. It has been the best in my short life."
Jack twisted his head just in the slightest and caught Jamie's lips before they moved away. He was curious about that soft flesh and loved the sweet taste of his chapstick. He wanted one last nip, one last lick. He could feel himself growing bold; out of his mouth came his tongue, mischievous and eager to experience that warmth of Jamie's.
He tasted sweet, like a bob of cherries in midwinter. Jack consumed Jamie's lips and hovered over him, pulling the frozen tips of his fingers through Jamie's soft, bed tussled hair.
It was so strange to think that he would have ended up falling for another boy; perhaps it was best that his life had played out as it did. That he had been given this gift of eternal life just so he could come meet Jamie. Jack was okay with that, content and satisfied. They broke their kiss and smiled, each feeling pleased.
"Come on. I think you're nose is going to break off if we keep at this," Jack said as he noticed the bright glow of Jamie's nose. His lips too had adorned a chilling hue of blue from the constant contact with something so frigged. Jamie did not seem uncomfortable or cold, merely happy for the attention, so Jack allowed himself to not feel guilty at having made his lips turn such a color. He gripped into the other's gloved hand and turned to guide him back up the disappearing tracks they had made coming down. They walked in a dreamy silence, Jamie cozied up in his coat and hat, and Jack content in his cold sweatshirt.
The night had drawn on and the temperature had only gotten lower. It had been snowing for a while since Jack had first arrived. The two boys walked up the lonely side walk up to Jamie's house, hand in hand and goofy, dreamy, looks about their faces. Jamie pulled himself up on to the tree in his yard and shimmied his slender body onto to his blacked, empty room. Jack helped him by lifting him and pushing him towards the window. Jamie snorted and pulled himself, pushing the window open and crawling inside.
He tore off his hat to reveal his dampened hair. It was funny how much darker it got when it was wet, like ribbons of melted chocolate on top of his head. He scrambled his hand through his hair and pulled it back from his face, it stuck and stayed slicked back, revealing his forehead. "That's a good look for you; you should consider keeping it," Jack said as Jamie pulled on him. Jack was leaning on the outside of the window, feet crossed.
"Leaving?" Jamie asked.
Jack nodded.
"You're sure you don't want to stay?"
Jack looked around the room; his face growing warm again, either from the heat of the room coming out, or from the sudden realization of what he would do if he had stayed with Jamie that night. He shook his head. "I have other places to attend to. Have to spread that winter holiday scenery. Let people enjoy it while they can before the start to gripe about how cold it is and how they hate the snow," he said.
Jamie understood and leaned down to give Jack a final kiss. This one made his toes curl. Jamie was so cold, like him, but the heat of his room had begun to warm and melt the snow from his hair. It was a cool and moist feel, pleasant. He was sure that at that point, he had licked all of Jamie's chapstick off for he could not taste it anymore. It was just Jamie; his lips were chapped from the cold of Jack's, but in his imperfections, he was even more enjoyable than ever. Jack, feeling more confidant in his kissing abilities drove the kiss on, and caressed the young boy's cheek with a single frozen finger. His touch left gentle wisps of frost on Jamie's cheek, who merely laughed at the tingling feel. Jack pulled away and whispered goodnight, rolling off and dashing away through the frost incrusted night.