From the author to you fabulous reader,
What's that? A chapter update? No, it simply cannot be. What the crap, man? I know, beat me up, call me awful things; school sucks, bros. I'm working two jobs and attempting full time in college credits. So that's my excuse. I wanted to do so much more with this story, but I fear I don't have enough time and I do have other stories that I need to keep up with.
This will be the last chapter, guys; hopefully it's everything you've wanted it to be. If you've wanted more out of this, don't panic, take a few moments to breath. I will most likely pick this up again and continue on in a sequel when I have more time on my hands. I have plans, but this story has just been too light hearted for any of my plans.
Also, fabulous reader Linables has shown me her animation of Jamie's dream from the first chapter. Seriously, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen. If you'd like to check it out, I've posted it on my tumblr, aaronsdream, and also the link for it will be posted in my bio. Go see it and tell her she's awesome because she so totally is.
Thank you so much for your support and wonderful comments. I do apologize that I haven't had time to sit down and respond to each and everyone of you who have reviewed me towards the end here, but I do want to let you know that I have read them all and they always bring a smile to my face. You are the best readers a guy could ask for and I hope this chapter will be sufficient enough for you all.
Hugs and kisses to all of you. Thank you for embarking on this experimental journey with me.
-Aaron
-I do not own this; I never have, I never will, but that doesn't mean that I cannot take it and elaborate on it and make something of it my own down deep in my heart and in yours too-
It was decided then; he would go on with Jamie, for as long as he was needed. If Jamie grew apart from him, well, he would simply have to cross that bridge when he got there. There was still so many questions that nagged at the back of Jack's mind. They itched like something unpleasant, like cotton ball weeds blowing against the skin. He scratched his head and rolled on the wind, lazily casting a grey clouds and looming, dark weather around the land that needed snow and winter.
He had only seen Jamie no less than a week ago, but it felt like an eternity, and that was a terrible thing for a never-dying spirit to feel. He sighed and the wind gust along the land, licking at the laminated plains, covered in snow, a frozen tundra, dry and barren of life. It was the way of life, he brought the death to the world over and over again. It had never been boring to him before, but with the promise a warming face and a bright smile, his job seemed perhaps just a bit dull.
He would go see Jamie. That was that, it was hard enough staying away for so long, it was the weekend and Jamie would have some time off from school. Jack new this and he would take ample advantage of it. Would it be a date? Were they even officially dating? What made them official? The prospect of relationships seemed so strange to him, so distant, and he had to admit that he didn't know the first thing about what to do. He would just go to Jamie as himself and see where things went. That would be simple enough.
Jack turned on his lazy way and set off to Jamie's direction, set on seeing him. He had a smile on his face and a skipping beat in his heart. Perhaps he would take him out to see something wonderful. A ballet in Paris; the lights in Tokyo. The world was their limit and it would be all too easy to just let the wind take them off into wonderland.
Jack chased the rays of light as they set, following his path until Jamie's house peered out of a fresh blanket of snow just beyond the pastures and farmlands, beyond the trees and that frozen pond that Jack held so dear. He shuttered to think of the smile that awaited him as his nimble fingers rapped on the old glass of Jamie's window. He peered inside the warm room and breathed a puff of cool frost against the pane, freezing it. It cracked and protested against the sudden rush of cold, but quieted as Jamie rose his head and looked to Jack.
His heart was a flutter as the boy ran quickly to his window and opened it up, letting out the cool rush of heat and scent of Jamie's house; his mother's baking and perhaps a scented candle or two. He leaned his arm on the cill. "Well hello there," he said as he chuckled. "Been busy?"
Jack nodded, brining a hand up to the back of his head. "Sorry," he said as he floated back on his side, crossing his legs. "Who else is going to bring the snow and all around miserable times? Now that Christmas has ended, people are back to griping about the snow, but I still have to do my job."
Jamie laughed; he hummed and rested his chin on his open palm. "I'm glad you took time out of your busy schedule to come visit me then."
There was a brief moment of silence except for the caws of crows. The wind licked at his toes and startled him, causing him to drift forward and sneak a kiss from Jamie's rested lips. "Am I still allowed to do that?" he asked, not sure what the status of their relationship was.
Jamie hummed and licked at Jack's nose, casing it to sting with the heat of a living body. The tables had turned and Jack couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it. He shifted back and wiped his damp nose.
"You can do that and so much more, Jack," Jamie said. Clearly a certain bold sister had been talking to him about his confidence with Jack. He shuttered to think of all the doors that one sentence opened and he shifted a way a little further.
"Do you want to come inside?" Jamie asked as he leaned up and stood, allowing Jack passage into his house.
He saw him in that moment, captivated by the look of beauty on his face; there was something there that he wasn't fully able to grasp. Jamie had grown; he had matured; and in his maturity, he had begun to desire something that Jack feared he could never give, never teach. He swallowed and shifted closer. The wind sang and urged Jack to venture forth. He slipped inside, inside to a world he never thought he'd experience. A private setting for two people in love. He did love Jamie, held a love for him he had never felt for anyone before. Perhaps it was because Jamie had been the first to believe; perhaps it was because he had been the first to see Jack.
That wide-eyed, magical look haunted Jack and still lingered in the apples of Jamie's bright orbs.
Two curious boys, both meek and inexperience shifted closer to each other, gravitating towards the only thing that mattered in their unique, little worlds. They kissed and found themselves lost in a realm they couldn't hope to understand. Jack's body stiffened at first, but grew comfortable after only a few moments. It was like a kiss from an old friend, the wind caressing his lips. His sight slipped away to a black painting and he opened himself to the boy before him who stood on tip toes and teased with lips and tongue, opened himself to the possibilities of this new strange and wonderful relationship.
He bent and wrapped his arms around Jamie, lifting him into the air and turning them, laying him down on his bed and slipping eager hands up his shirt. He didn't now, but he would learn, feel what was right and suffer from pure instinct. The promise of pleasure was alluring, it whispered sweet nothings in his ear and clouded his mind with a dull haze. His sense went blank, white hot, and he devoured Jamie's skin, kissing at neck and chest; cheeks and and ears. Jamie received him and made no noise, no complaint, no hesitation. His legs fell open and Jack found himself sliding between them, pressing down with nothing but exciting curiosity and the promise of fulfillment in maturation.
Was he really ready to make such a bold step with Jamie? Where were they headed? Neither bothered to ask, they were simply too greedy, each in his own way, Jamie eagerly lapping at the lips before him, and Jack gingerly pressing hips down, feeling another's body in such a sensitive place. "Jamie," he whispered.
There was one last flash of golden light from the dying sun before it slipped away, went to sleep, and left the two boys alone in the dawning dark to discover the pleasantries untold by any red, orange, or prefect gold light. Vibrant purples and deep blues shrouded them and incased them in a warm security as Jack pulled away, breathless.
Color was returning to his pale cheeks, a warming pink. His body was aching from the heat and his muscles twitched for more; they had been abused, ignored out in the cold and harsh winters of three hundred years.
There was an understanding in Jamie's actions as he shifted further onto the bed and sunk into the comforter and pillows, taking Jack with him into a soft, feathered world. Clumsy fingers shifted up Jack's shirt. He could feel the body below shutter at the sting of cool flesh. It wasn't often that Jack ever felt any sort of meekness, but when Jamie shivered, he shifted away. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but Jamie seemed to understand and merely responded with a warm smile and fingers that pulled up his shirt and hoodie.
"Don't be." Jack shifted out of his clothes, bending his body and twisting his arms until the bit of cloth came free, leaving him exposed to the boy beneath. He rolled his hips forward, ushering a small sound from Jamie. Such a soft, sweet sound. If Jack had to die, he would be content merely hearing that one sound come from Jamie's lips. He melted and hunched over him, kissing him further and removing whatever clothes he could grip with numb, warming fingers that felt like useless stubs. He was scared, a rare, odd emotion for him. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to calmly explore Jamie's body.
Inch by inch; kiss by kiss.
Clumsy fingers fiddled with the buttons and zippers of Jamie's pants, pulling them down and slipping inside to brush against flesh untouched by another, so sensitive, so warm. His breath lost itself somewhere far off and his throat tightened. He wiggled further into Jamie's pants, working them off his slender frame, leaving him exposed and shivering. He was sure his body wasn't helping any, though Jamie didn't seem to mind the frost and bite that lapped at his golden skin. Jack swallowed again. Just what was he doing? He had no idea; he was driven, pressured forward into ecstasy.
Two bodies twisted and joined together, bonded in their innocence, taking it and casting it off like a old blanket from the past. Two breaths became one, lips melted, limbs knotted.
Jamie cried and Jack whispered soothing words in his ear through gritted teeth. Quiet, soft, sweet. Their bodies rocked, fingers twisted into sheets. Resistance and pain.
Jack was imperfect in his pleasures. Jamie cursed softly, pulling a pillow to his face to hide his shame and flushed, lust crazed face. Jack soothed him and rotated his hips, lifting the other's up and turning him over. And just like that, like a switch being turned on, Jamie let out a gasp and his body jolted. Jack repeated and Jamie gave the same result. Passion. Pleasure.
He rocked and bent his head downward, hips poised and back arched. They kept like that, moving against each other until they were exhausted, complete; collapsed, sweaty, sticky skin against skin. Breaths heaving fast; minds lost.
He could have never imagined something so prefect. So pure in its raw brutality. His skin was damp with a cool sweat, his breath came out in ragged breaths. Jack lay beside Jamie who had turned and cleaved to him, too lazy to mind their messy bliss. He stroked him tenderly as he told him secrets in soft pillow talk. They whispered and laughed, and Jack had thought himself to be lucky, so lucky that he had Jamie and that he could be with him. He wouldn't mind if Jamie grew older, he would always stay beside him.
In the full darkness and quite of the night, two boys fell asleep, content with whatever beautiful sin they had just committed with each other. Content in their love and consummated relationship; it was pure, desired by so many. Prefect.