One Last Snowstorm in April
The last storm was almost two weeks ago. Since then the sun kept pushing through the clouds, warming the area far more than what Jack considered comfortable. The sixty degree weather, forced Jack up into the mountains. His north wind was moving further and further away, and only at night was it cool enough for Jack to venture into Burgee's to find his lover. However, on most nights, when he arrived, Jamie would be too busy with school work, or asleep. Jack did not have the heart to wake him-he worked so hard in his studies. However, today would be different, Jack assured himself, he needed to say goodbye.
There was a nice overcast, and with much protest, Jack convinced the north wind to hang around, leaving a pleasant chill in the air. People moved about gardening, trying to encourage spring, in their own way. Jack laid across the roof, dangling his head down to watch Jamie pound away on his laptop. A gentle tap on the glass sent it exploding with ice filigrees. The ice snaked down the wall, filling the room with a chill.
Jamie shivered and looked up. His bored, drained face filled with color and excitement, "Jack!" Jamie appeared at the window, throwing it open so quick Jack was almost hit in the face. Jack twisted himself down and into the room. His toes hadn't reached the floor before Jamie had his arms around him. "I thought you had left!"
"I'm sorry," Jack returned the embrace, taking in Jamie's warmth and scent.
"Why didn't you contact me?!" Jamie pushed him away, his faced contorted in a way to show he was angry, but Jack couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, Jamie, I wanted to," He smiled gently, melting his lover's cold expression. "I've been here too long, the area is getting to warm and if I stay, it could be bad for me, or the area,"
"S-so you are leaving..." Jamie pouted.
"Yes, but I'll be back. It'll only be for part of the year. I'll come back with the north wind in October or November."
"I don't want you to go!" Jamie grabbed Jack's waist, picking him up a bit, "I want to spend my summer vacation with you!"
"But I'm Jack Frost, I don't do summers," he solemnly chuckled. Jamie grabbed his face, pushing their lips together. Jack's lips dissolved into the kiss as their tongues danced.
"Oh, I know!" Jamie exclaimed when the kiss ended. He trotted to his closet and dug around.
"Jamie..." Jack signed, taking another step into the messy room, effortlessly moving between piles of clothes and books.
"Here we go," He returned fiddling with some neck ties. In a fluid motion, Jamie had wrapped one around Jack's thin wrist, and had secured it tightly to the bedpost under the bed-knob. Jack was so a taken back by this, Jamie was in the middle of securing his other wrist to the other side before he noticed.
"Jamie, what are you-"
"I'll keep you as my captive," Jamie faked an evil laugh as he finished, taking a spot behind Jack; watching him struggle and twist his arms but being unable to free himself.
"Jamie," he sighed, standing hunched over slightly, holding the foot board.
"...I love you Jack,"
"...even if I did stay here, it wouldn't be good for me. I don't do well in the heat,"
"I have an AC."
"..."
"..." Jamie pressed his forehead into Jack's back. "be my captive...even if it's just for today."
"Alright," Jack contorted himself to look at Jamie, "Today I'm your prisoner."
Jamie wrapped his arms around Jack's midsection again, only this time slipped his hands under the hoodie. His fingers danced upon the icy skin, a rub here, a pinch there. Jack blushed as his shirt rose higher and higher. Jamie had began to leave a trail of kisses down his spine and back up again. Jack wanted to reach for him, but the soft ties held fast, leaving him at the mercy of his friend. Jamie pulled the hoodie over Jack's head leaving it bunched up near his face before tugging on his belt, allowing his pants to fall to his ankles. Jamie smiled as he dangled his fingers near Jack's exposed prick.
"Do you like being my captive?"
"..." Jack went red, unable to admit that he was enjoying it much more than he thought he should.
"I'll be right back," Jamie placed a kiss on Jack's ear, "I need to get something to make this more fun,"
"O...kay," Jack lowered his back a bit, letting himself be more exposed, in an attempt to tease Jamie.
"Heehee," he laughed before swinging a hand with force against Jack's rear, causing him to yelp and leave a bright mark burned into the pale skin. Jamie stroked the red mark a bit while pondering. He patted him thrice before heading to his night stand, pushing objects left and right until finally he found what he was looking for. "I went two towns over to buy this, I was embarrassed," He rolled a long thin round-tipped rod between his fingers. Jack said nothing just looked at it curiously. "Do you know what this is?"
"N-not really," abashedly admitted. Jamie just smirked as he brought it to his lips and wrapping his tongue around it. "But, but I think I have an inkling."
"I bet you do," Jamie swung around Jack, prodding his rear with the object. He carefully lined it up with Jack's anus before adding pressure. Jack jerked as it penetrated deep inside. Letting out a groan he clenched, trying to allow himself to relax. "How does it feel?"
"It's," Jack started, his face full on flushed as the thin looking object felt much bigger and fuller once inside him, "big."
"Keep that in place, I'll be right back," He slapped the pale bottom again, only this time nicking the inserted rod, sending it a little deeper, causing a humiliating squeal from Jack. Jamie chuckled to himself as he left the room closing the door behind himself.
Jack let out a deep breath, finally letting his body to relax some. Experimenting with positions, twisting this way and that, the rod would shift inside, poking a new spot, however with so much wiggling, it was starting to slide out; Jack had to clench again to stop it.
The door knob jiggled slightly breaking the silence. Unable to hide his excitement to see his lover, a smile exploded across Jack's face. 'That was quick,' he thought.
"Jamie?" a soft voice called in.
Jack's face drained of what little color he had. He knew that voice. It was Sophie, Jamie's little sister, and she still believed in Jack, she could see him! He wrestled with his bonds but they held fast, the only thing he could think of was drop down low and hope to hide behind the large pile of boxes, books, and clothes Jamie had left near the bed.
"Hey, Jamie?" Her head poked through.
Jack wiggled his head back into his shirt, and closed his eyes tight, wishing she would disappear.
"Jack!" She called, throwing herself on top of the bed. Jack gulped, pushing his body as close to the foot-board as possible.
"Shhh," He said softly, slowing raising his head. He looked up at her, realizing that she could not see his lower half.
"What are you doing here?" Her shrill voice giggled. Sitting cross legged, she beamed at him, waiting excitedly for a reply.
"I, uh, was going to surprise your brother," He lied, "by jumping out and startling him."
"Are you going to make it snow outside? I like it when we have no school!"
"M-maybe,"
"Why is your face so red? Are you sick? My face gets red when I'm sick!"
"I might be," Jack was mortified. He couldn't keep his mind off of the rod in his bowels, that he tried so hard to keep in place, but the more tightly he tried to hold on, the more it felt as if it was sliding out. Oh what if it came out when she was here?
"Hey Jack, wanna go play outside with me?"
"Oh...I dunno..."
"Sophie!" a voice boomed. Jack turned, hoping it was Jamie but knew deep down it wasn't. He knew all too well what Sophie and Jamie's mother sounded like. "What are you doing in here? You know your brother doesn't like you in here!"
"I was talking to Jack!" She said proudly.
Jack's face dropped and piteously he whimpered.
"Who's Jack?"
"Jack Frost, Mom," Sophie pointed to Jack's face. Thankfully their mother couldn't see him and looked right through to the wall.
"Did you finish your chores? You still have dishes to do!" With hands on hips and a stern look on her face, Sophie knew not to challenge her mother.
"N-not yet,"
"Go!" She pointed down the hall.
"Okay," She slid off the bed, gave a quick glance back at Jack, "Bye Jack."
"...bye..." he squeaked.
"That girl," their mom said, before turning back into the room, "What a mess! What kind of kids did I raise?" She reached to the floor and gathered a pile of clothes.
"Noo! Go away!" Jack cried out in vain. "Ja~mie!"
But Jamie was no where to be seen as the woman on a mission began filling her arms with shirt after shirt after pants after socks. She pulled a pant-leg from under the bed that pulled Jamie's porn stash with it. She leafed through one before kicking them back under the bed. Jack kept switching his gaze between her and the door, trying with all his might to will Jamie back. She moved closer to Jack, grabbing a sock from between his knees.
"AHH!" Jack shoot straight up into the air; his rear was practically in her face, the rod now having slipped more than half way out.
"Mom!" Jamie stood in the door way, hands behind his back. Jack and Jamie shared an expression of mortification. "Get out of my room!"
"Excuse me?!"
"W-what are you doing here?" Jamie had a hard time removing his gaze from Jack's, who was practically on the verge of tears from the humiliation.
"Your room is a mess!"
"Okay, okay, I'll clean it later, I need to finish my paper now," he lied.
"Take this clothes to the laundry first!" She shoved the pile into his arms.
"B-but Mom, school work,"
"No buts! It'll be there when you get back, it'll only take a minute."
"O-okay," he glanced at Jack before taking off full speed down the hallway.
"Don't run!" The thumping faded, and his mother left the room.
Jack let out a whimper with a relief of a sigh. His body felt on fire, he could tell his blush hadn't left his face yet.
"Hey Jack!" a familiar shrill voice echoed the room as Sophie burst through the door. He instinctively dropped to his knees, trying to hid his body from her sight. "Are you still hiding?" She moved towards the bed. Jack's heart pounded on his chest until...Thunk! The rod had slipped out and hit the floor. It felt as if everything stopped, but it had not. "What was that...?"
"Jamie!" tears welled up in his eyes and then white.
Downstairs and across the house Jamie heard Jack's voice. Dropping the armful just inside the laundry room, he headed back at mach speed. Throwing open the door to his room, he saw his little sister laughing and playing on a four foot high pile of snow, located exactly where Jack was tethered to the bed. In fact his fingers where still in sight, albeit balled into little fists.
"Out!" Jamie was red in the face, and angrier than he could ever remember being.
"But Jack and I..." She started but her brother had crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her arm and dragged her out the door before the end of her sentence. The door closed in her face, followed by a click of the lock. Sophie pouted and stomped off.
"Jack?" Jamie called but with no reply. Jamie scooped hand fulls of the snow from the pile until he freed Jack's head. "Jack..?" He only pushed his face back into the snow, ears bright red from shame. Jamie dug deeper down, clearing snow from around Jack's head. "I'm sorry, a-are you okay?"
"No," he pouted.
"I don't think my sister saw anything..."
"I-it fell out."
"it...? Oh...oh..." Jamie smiled a bit, then chuckled. "Oh Jack, I'm sorry,"
"Why are you laughing?!" Jack snapped.
"Because...I've never seen you so discomposed,"
"Urr!" He grumbled.
"I won't leave you alone again, I promise," Jamie stood up, grabbing a pile of snow; he dumped it out of the window. He returned for more snow.
"I've never been so humiliated!"
"You are so cute when you are though," Jamie smiled softly as Jack pouted some more.
"Can you do something about the snow?"
"..." Jack glared at the young adult before turning his gaze to the window. A wind blew in, gathering up the snow and pushing it outside, salting the garden with ice particles.
"Thanks," Jamie picked up the rod from the floor, and tried to coax his childhood friend onto his feet, "Don't be that way, let me see,"
"Untie me,"
"I will, but let me see first. So I know you aren't hurt."
Jack felt this was a lie but slowly stood up. Jamie pulled his hips away from the bed, gaining a perfect view of Jack's snow white ass with a cute little pink anus, that currently gaped.
"Oh!"
"W-what? What is it?"
"You are so open, I can see inside you without touching you,"
"Eh?!" Jack tried to hide himself, but Jamie refused to let him. Instead, Jamie pulled his buttocks closer, pressing his lips to Jack's sphincter, kissing it before slipping his tongue inside. Jack's body shuddered. "D-don't," he begged, but his body didn't mean it; before long his member was already excited and waiting for more.
"You taste so sweet," Jamie dug his fingers into Jack's round ass as his mouth viciously attacked. Sucking, licking, prodding and even the occasional nibble caused the guardian to thrash about, stiffing moan after ecstasy filled moan. Shoving his face into the bed, Jack tried his best to hold himself back but his voice rang out.
"Uunn! JAMIE!"
Jamie pulled away, taking notice of the stream dripping down his leg, turning to ice when it hit the floor. "Did you like that?"
Jack didn't answer at first. He was trying his best to hid his embarrassment, "did...what did you want to get?"
"Oh right, I...uh-oh..."
"What uh-oh?" Jack turned towards his lover.
"I sort of left it downstairs...with the laundry, I could go get..." Jamie stopped at the sight of Jack's pitiful face. "Next time. It wasn't a big deal," He smiled, wrapping his arms around the thin waist of the tethered guardian. "Are you ready?"
"Mm-hmm..."
"I love you, Jack," Jamie said, slowly pushing his rock hard dick into Jack's more than ready ass. Jack cried out, arching his back. His body shuddered as Jamie bore in deeper. They rocked in unison as each climbed closer and closer to climax.
"J-Jamie..." Jack groaned.
"Almost," taking a firm grip on his hips, he slammed Jack's body into his, finally cumming deep inside. Jack gasped as his body lite on fire with Jamie's release, he too reached his limit, causing Jamie's bed and floor to erupt in engulfing ice shards.
Jack gasped, body in full flush, slowly he sunk to his knees. Jamie brushed some sweat from brow before working on the knots releasing Jack's wrists. Jack looked up at Jamie with somber eyes.
"Jamie...I..."
"What's wrong?" Jamie dropped next to him, "Don't, uh, worry about the bed."
"Not that...but sorry about that too...Jamie," Jack brushed his hand across Jamie's cheek. "I love you, too...a-and I don't want to leave...b-but..." his head dropped.
Jamie wrapped his arms around Jack's head, "I know...I wish I could go with you."
"I travel so often and so far... I just I don't..."
"I'll wait for you, Jack," Jamie mustered all his courage to hold back tears of sorrow. "I'll wait until you return. Promise."
"B-but it'll be a while, and-" he was interrupted by a kiss.
"It'll be okay," Jamie grabbed him tight. "Promise me you'll visit when you come back into town."
"Of course,"
"And call me...if you ever get lonely. Any time, I'll answer if it is you."
"I will,"
"Can I ask another favor?"
"Of course."
Jamie took a glance at the bed,then his closet. He went over, digging around a bit before pulling out a few spare blankets, laying them out on the floor, he draped himself across them, with his hands out to Jack. Curiously Jack crawled over to him. Jamie grabbed him, pulling his head into his chest. Jack collapsed, wrapping his arm around Jamie, listening to his heart beat. With one hand on Jack's back, the other pulled a quilt over them.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They cuddled together for over an hour, being lulled by the sound of each others breathing, until Jamie relaxed completely into slumber. Even though the combination of Jamie and the quilt over heated Jack, he wished he could have stayed that way forever. But he knew he couldn't. Sliding out from under Jamie's grip, he placed one last kiss upon his head before getting dressed.
Outside his storm ended, and the sun was pushing through the clouds, almost all the snow had melted: it was time. A glance back, Jack smiled before taking a step out the window. His last glance at his lover for the next six months.