Frisky Fame Part 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians, or any of the other shows mentioned in this story. Disney and DreamWorks own it.
Jack and Elsa exchanged glances from across the stage. They each were on opposite ends. Originally, they weren't supposed to know the other was here, but they ran into each other, made out, and ended up spilling the beans. The producer just spat in their faces to 'use their damn acting skills and make it look like a surprise.'
Jack raised an eyebrow, making the blonde flush. When his name was called, he ran out to the stage with a tight smile. He had only agreed to this interview because it was with his best friend Jamie. He was just starting out in his career so Jack felt the need to give him some publicity. He supposed Elsa somehow weaseled her way into this as well.
"Jamie, how are you doing?" Jack greeted him with their signature handshake.
"I'm doing well, how are you, Jackson?" Jamie grinned as they sat down, one at his desk and the other in a spacious black sitting chair. Now, where would Elsa sit when she came because there were no other areas?
"Can't complain. Thank you for having me," Jack began politely. This was in front of a live studio audience and the fans were still cheering so they continued with the small talk until it died down. Finally, Jamie settled with smirking at him. Jack sighed. "Bring it on me."
Jamie smiled widely and began with a good start up question. "Jackson, we have heard rumors of you joining a new film. Care to elaborate?"
He didn't expect such a bland question. "I've signed with Disney for a film that's unnamed. That's all I'm really allowed to say at the time."
Jamie chuckled. "We know that much! We want to know why you and Elsa Winters, if you do remember her, just signed up for an unnamed movie at the same time. Would it happen to be the same film?"
Jackson glared knowingly. "I'm afraid I didn't even know she signed a new contract," he lied fluently. The publicists wanted to handle it themselves. Until the name was released, they didn't want any talk of him and Elsa really being friends. He knew she signed the same second installment of Frozen. That was his reason for agreeing to be a certain winter spirit.
Jamie nodded and struck a new topic. "As your close friend, I happen to know you haven't been hanging around much, but you have been out and about. There are some saucy rumors, pal."
Jack laughed, clutching his stomach. "Yes, I've been seeing someone, I suppose." He wasn't allowed to give her name yet, but he could stir up the gossip on a mystery girl.
"Knowing you, Frost, seeing someone could mean two very different things," Jamie leaned forward, placing his elbow on the desk. Jack matched his position.
"This is an adult casting, right?" Jack asked. Girls in the audience swooned and hollered. Jamie nodded, cracking a wider grin. "Then yes, we fuck occasionally. I'm not too sure what you'd call, Jamie." Jamie nodded and looked back at the crowd, most of whom were desperate, fainting girls. Jack elevated his brow as well. "Don't worry ladies, there's plenty of me to come around!" He waved, blowing a kiss into the audience.
Jamie howled with laughter. "You cocky bastard!" He slapped his shoulder. "I hope you aren't exclusive because we have a special guest for you."
"Now you've interested me, Jamie," Jack leveled the playing field. Jamie waved to the side Elsa was hiding in. Out walked the magnificent girl in her lace black dress that had a slit running up her right leg that ended right below her panty line. As usual, Jack licked up her body, taking in her curves from the heavy breasts to the plump and cutely shaking butt. Her muscled thighs were just a horrible tease.
Jack stood, clapping for the appearance of Elsa Winters. Most of the girls cheered and squealed in excitement, but there was a large portion that booed her. Jack glared in their direction and they changed to squealing. Jamie shouted above the clapping, "Give it up for the beautiful Elsa Winters, everybody!" She smiled genuinely and waved.
"Thank you," she said as she stopped to greet Jamie first and paused in front of Jack, unsure how to proceed. "Jack Frost, I believe we meet again."
She held out her hand, but Jack's smirk made it fall. "You really do look stunning, Elsa," he pulled her in of a hug despite their 'platonic' relationship, or what they needed to show. She blushed and whispered a thank you before offering him to sit. He frowned before she shoved him down and sat on his lap, half swinging her legs over his. Jack could feel his pants grow tighter and shifted his position.
"Now were we just talking about Jack's sex life because I'd love to revisit that again?" Elsa smirked, throwing Jack a wink. He loved how much surer of herself she'd grown in the couple of months they had been meeting up to fuck and talk. It was a mixture of both truly. "I do hope to make her quite jealous."
Jack smirked. "Believe me, she'd be jealous if you were just standing across the room from me." Elsa showed mock hurt and shock before shoving his head playfully.
"I really shouldn't tease him, Jamie, you know. He has enough trouble as it is to," Elsa cut off with a whistle, making an up arrow with her hands. Jack sneered and undid her little bun, which granted him a smack on the chest. Every movement of hers caused him to grow tighter and tighter. There was no problem at all and she knew it first fucking hand. Her scent infiltrated his nose and it soothed him enough to compose a platonic expression.
"How would you know?" Jamie insinuated. Elsa grinned.
"I happen to be good friends with his not-so-much-girl-friend." Elsa beamed. Jack looked pointedly to Jamie.
"Elsa is merely making up for her jealousy, Jamie. Don't be mad," he smiled a winning smile. Elsa's mouth snapped shut to keep herself from digging down further. Only Jack would twist that insult in his favor. She crossed her arms and leaned back into his chest.
Jamie's lips quipped in approval as if Jack and Elsa were putty in his hands. "We've asked your adult fans to send in some questions for a game of truth or dare in courtesy of Jack's oldest and most favored game." Jack stared in awed shock at his best friend. It was the truth. In his junior high years, he'd insist playing the game everywhere they went purely to get every girl to give him a wet, lipstick coated smooch. It worked every single time.
"Jamie, don't you want a serious interview?" Elsa stuttered in protest. Jack could only agree with her. This wasn't very professional. Jamie looked over his shoulder, grinning, to the director, who held a big thumb up. He looked back to the two and shook his head.
"No, we want what the people want. Right now, that's to hear the juice – or rather, see it." Jamie leaned back in his comfy little chair that Jack wanted to push over badly. He huffed loudly and glared at the friend. "Jack, you've never been one to back down from a challenge."
"Jamie-,"
"And Elsa," Jamie gasped. "Don't tell me your sex life can't hang with Jack's!"
Now he understood why he asked the adult fans. Jack rolled his eyes. "I'll do it," Elsa snorted, blushing. Jack couldn't believe she was in, so he had to agree. He was also quite interested in these infamous stories she's been telling bit by bit to every couple of lucky interviewers.
"Why not?" He muttered.
"It looks like we've got some game starting right after this break!" Jamie stood and applauded along with the rest of the crowd. Jack bumped Elsa off and stood by her side, hand resting along her waist out of habit. They waved and walked off the stage together, both corning the mischievous Jamie the second they were in the clear.
"The fuck was that!?" Jack had him pressed against the wall by his throat. Elsa jumped on Jack's back so she could get in Jamie's face as well. He had the nerve to keep grinning like a schoolgirl.
"We are going to look like children no matter the topic! That's the opposite of what I need to be seen as," she hissed, nails digging into his shoulder.
Jamie laughed hard. He clutched his stomach and gasped for air. The director tapped Jack on the shoulder, staring sternly. Obviously, he didn't want his star to be injured. Elsa hopped down, flattening out her dress while blushing. Jack crossed his arms over his chest and met the director's gaze with equal intensity. "We said that to get viewers interested. As we speak, thousands of more people are tuning in with the gossip of a 'sexual Jelsa exposure.' There will be no dares as long as you answer the questions. If not, you will get a dare. It was the only way we could still call it truth or dare."
Elsa's reddened face calmed a bit. She shifted her weight from heel to heel. "Can I please get a chair for myself then?"
He nodded and went right to work on that. Jack gazed at her, unsure how she could be so calm talking about her sex life to millions of people. Flashing him an innocent smile, she skipped back out. Jack shook his head and jogged after her before they started calling the countdown.
As they switched the chair to a barely longer couch, Jack whispered in her ear. "After this, how about Jelsa goes to the zoo?"
Elsa smiled and stood on her tiptoes to whisper back in his ear. He had to dip his neck for her to reach. "Or we can just go back to your place."
That, right there, was why he loved that girl to death. His lips turned upward in a crooked, wry smile as he bumped her with his elbow, for which she bumped back. He was about to rebuke but Jamie cleared his throat from down in his seat. "Guys, your microphones are…on."
Elsa's hands covered her face and she tried to hide herself in the couch, as if that would shield her from the cameras. Jack grimaced and sat down on the couch. The entire crowd was whispering the gossip. So much for a secret… At least the cameras were still turning on.
"Action!"
"And we're back with the famous pair!" Jamie announced, spinning with too much glee in his chair to face them. "Shall we get started?"
Elsa said between clenched teeth. "Let's." She turned pointedly to Jack. "You can go first."
Jamie pulled out a glass bowl with slips of white, identical paper folded up in it. He reached in blindly and pulled out a random one, unfolding it carefully. Then, he spoke with joy. "The rules are simple. Answer the truths and if you refuse, you get a dare. First up; Jackson Frost, what is your favorite position?"
As if on a timer, Jack spit out, "Doggie style, obviously." Elsa snorted and he turned his head to slowly look at her giggling expression. "What?"
"Nothing…" She laughed. "It's just – kind of cliché. I mean, I wonder how many positions you've actually tried if you enjoy the 'obvious' doggie style."
It was his turn to smirk. "Sweetie, when it comes to getting off, I can't let it be purely in your control."
"So I'm just there for looks? I can't get you off myself?"
"Not often."
Elsa looked shocked. She knew he wasn't talking about her in particular, or that's what he'd hoped. The only time he'd actually let her ride him he came like jet. It was merely more convenient for their types of hookups for him to get them both off instead of letting her have some fun.
Jamie cleared his throat, looking pale and intruding. "You? I? Are we talking about-?"
"In general? Yes," Elsa answered quickly. "My turn." She picked on out of the jar and handed it to the befuddled interviewer. He looked at her with mild embarrassment.
"Favorite sex spot?"
Elsa grinned naughtily. In secret, she squeezed Jack's hand. Before she could pull away, he intertwined their fingers. Elsa looked from him back to Jamie. "A running dryer," she squeezed his hand again. Something told him he'd be her next dryer victim. He couldn't deny his excitement.
"Jack, have you ever had a threesome?"
Jack cocked his head at the thought. It had always been a goal of his but never really been convenient. Girls were obviously willing, but he was never sure he was ready to tousle the struggle of letting two fans down at once. "I haven't."
Elsa nearly went into a choking fit. She clutched her throat in surprise. "Seriously?" He frowned. She whispered, "They're great."
Jamie, again, cleared his throat even louder than before. "Your. Microphone. Is. On. How many times do I need to specify this?"
She blushed and leaned into Jack's arm. "Elsa, who are you currently seeing?"
She rolled her eyes and waited, as if that was a joke. Jack nudged the girl. "Oh, you're serious?" She laughed, looking around. "I'm not telling that! Are you crazy?"
Jack gulped and looked to Jamie, who was grinning like a mad man. "I hope you're ready to suffer the consequences, girly." Elsa groaned and crossed her arms, smothering back further into the couch. Jack chuckled under his breath. She was asking for it. Jamie reached behind him into the bowl ten times bigger than the question one. These fans had a hell of a dirty mind. He pulled out the very first slip and threw it away. He pulled another, grimaced, and tossed it away. He pulled out another, did a double take, and threw it away. It went on like that three more times until Jamie looked to the camera. "This isn't a porn show, creeps!"
Finally, they found a playable one. He read it allowed with a frown. "Couldn't have done any better, XoXoGossipGirl? Really?" Jamie turned to Elsa. "Kiss somebody in here."
Elsa seemed to be annoyed with this. Jack knew what that scrunched up face meant. He saw this proposal coming before she opened her luscious little lips. "If I make out with him-,"
"We've already used that, Els," Jack whispered, his hand rubbing circles on her back, inching down further.
"Fine," she hissed, shoeing away Jack's hand. She leaned toward his lips, for which he closed his eyes and leaned in as well. He kept leaning, not understanding why their lips weren't on each other's. Finally, he fell on his face into the empty couch. Half the crowd erupted into laughter at his ditsy imagination. Meanwhile, he caught a glimpse of Elsa pulling a man out of the crowd and pressing her lips to his. Obviously, he tried using tongue, but the blonde was quick to pull away. Jack pushed himself up, glaring at the promiscuous girl as she skipped over, a playful smile on her lips. She waved at him. The nerve of that girl!
"I'll get you for that later," Jack growled as she sat back down. She merely crossed her legs and flicked her hair over her shoulder. "My turn."
"How many partners have you been wi-?"
"I'm not answering that," Jack interrupted, looking pointedly to Elsa. Her proud smirk fell with a crease between her eyes. He looked to Jamie now. "Dare me."
"You are like children," he muttered and pulled out a slip. "Grind with a certain blonde." Jamie put his head in his hands. "Why do we even try to be ELUSIVE, YOU IDIOTS!?"
Jack grinned pointedly. By now, most of everyone had sensed a competition at the least was going on between the two. Some could guess that they obviously wanted to prove who could make the other more jealous. Jack was determined to win. "Play a song," he said. Blaring, Candy Shop came on. Oh yes, that was his style. He pointed to a young, washed out tan blonde in the front row. "You – come here."
She walked out with more energy than he'd ever seen in a girl. She was extremely short, so short Jack's crotch barely lined up with her nonexistent butt. Jack was glad to be a hell of an actor because it was damn hard to make it look like she was great. However, he couldn't help but make Elsa immensely jealous. He could practically see the fire in her eyes. When the song finally ended, he thanked the girl and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her friends were hooting and hollering while a swarm of guys walked after her. She did seem like fun, but she honestly wasn't great.
Elsa's hands were clenched into fists. "My turn!" She yelled and jumped to her feet. Jack chuckled while sitting down behind her. Jamie wanted to stop to comment on Jack's little dance, but the jaw being thrust into his face stopped him. "My turn, fuck-face."
"Woah, aggressive." Jamie held his hands up in surrender and pulled a slip out. Jack could see the mental eye roll. "Are you a virgin?"
He didn't even finish the question. "No-,"
"You can't lie!" Jack jumped to his feet, shaking her shoulders.
She narrowed her eyes at him and stepped away, growling. "No, I won't answer."
"We already know!" Jack yelled. "My turn!"
Elsa pounded her fist on the desk. Jamie made an unmanly squeak and pulled out a new slip. "Give/get a lap dance." Elsa flipped her hair over her shoulder as she walked to the crowd and the eager group of jumping men. She pointed to a decent-looking guy and sat him in the front row. "Is this even allowed-?"
"Shut up," Jack snapped, crossing his arms as he watched his girl bend over, pushing her butt in this man's face. He fought the urge to knock the guy out. "She doesn't have the nerve-." He shut up the moment she really began to sit on his lap while rolling her hips to the music, shoving her boobs in that man's fucking face. No! He had enough.
He stormed over and yanked Elsa's petite body off of the guy. A hand fisted for control in her hair and one on the small of her bad, Jack pulled Elsa against his body and tongue-fucked the life out of her. She stopped protesting pretty damn quickly. When he pulled away, Jack shouted and faced the camera. "We've been fucking for over three months now."
He didn't need to say more for everyone to get that they were a couple. Elsa didn't need more. Jack's jealousy proved it and more. They stormed out of the building hand in hand. Elsa was grinning while Jack looked ready to punch something.
"Wipe that innocent smile off your lips. You're going to regret that later."
And, boy did she ever.
A/N: Love the reviews, guys! Sorry about the rating, I meant to change it to M from the beginning. Let's see eight reviews this time? Btw, there will be 4 chapters, possibly five if I have the time.