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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rise_of_the_Guardians_(2012)
  Relationship:
      Jack_Frost/Jamie_Bennett
  Character:
      Jack_Frost_(Rise_of_the_Guardians), Jamie_Bennett_(Rise_of_the_Guardians)
  Additional Tags:
      Not_really_but_kindof_underage, masochistic_tendecies, cold!kink, Fluff
      and_Smut, Fluff_and_Angst, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-23 Words: 3613
****** Frost Bitten ******
by Ramasylle_Karanese
Summary
     Jamie has a problem. Jack was becoming an obsession. More so than
     Jamie ever imagined Jack could become. In fact, Jamie would be bold
     enough to admit he loved Jack…and so raging teenage hormones wanted
     nothing but sex. With Jack. So when the first snow of the year falls,
     Jamie unwittingly starts something he may not want to follow through
     with…
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was an early November morning, at the house of Jamie. His tousled brown hair
was the only thing that peeked out from under his covers as he slept. A loud
thud on the window roused him. Groaning, Jamie turned in his bed and rubbed his
face. His eyes snapped open when he realized that today was The Day. The
morning was a cold one, but it didn’t faze Jamie one bit. He leapt out of bed
and went to his window. Excitement coursed through his veins as delicate
snowflakes fell softly to the ground, already covered in a light layer of the
ice crystals. It was the first snow of the winter, and that meant one thing.
Jamie huffed a breath on the window and drew a sloppy smiley face with spikey
hair, peering out with his chocolate eyes through those of the smiley. When a
layer of frost crystals spread across the glass, Jamie turned from his window,
and grabbed a shirt and a pair of socks. Running from his room in his pajama
bottoms, he pulled the shirt over his head. Jack was here! Hopping on one foot
as he tried to get a sock on, Jamie almost giggled in glee. At last managing
the socks, the late teen jumped into his boots and yanked a jacket off its
hook. Jack was here, and he was here especially for Jamie.
Jamie knew he was the last of the neighborhood children—and truth be told, the
last person of his age—that still believed. Even his little sister at thirteen
has forgotten the magic of the Guardians. But because Jamie refused to forget
that Jack Frost or Santa or the Easter Bunny, or even the Tooth Fairy (even if
he hasn’t lost a tooth in forever) existed, Jack took the time to personally
visit Jamie. And Jamie loved every second. It wasn’t just the magical wonder or
having a blast; Jamie couldn’t get Jacks face out of his mind. Jamie tried not
to dwell on it, but he knew that the odd feeling in his chest when Jack came
along was much different than it was when he was a child. Butterflies fluttered
in his belly, his pulse quickened, and he couldn’t stop smiling. The new
development of feelings was recent, too. Before it was always innocent fun and
games; childish things. Now though, Jamie couldn’t help but want it to be just
a little bit more. Jack seemed oblivious to it, but because Jamie was a little
scared that their relationship would change for the worst if he ever revealed
that he may feel something for the frost spirit, he never tried to pass hints
along. So Jamie would hang out with Jack like he was about to, and that would
be that.
Skidding on the thin layer of ice that covered the driveway, Jamie hollered in
joy and spun. But as he came out of the dizzying move, he miss-stepped and
nearly crashed to the ground. A pair of cold arms saved him.
“Whoa there, Jamie. Don’t hurt yourself!” Jack said. The voice sent shivers
coursing through Jamie’s body. Jack must have felt it, because he added “you
can’t already be cold, you just got out here!” Jamie straightened himself out,
laughing nervously.
“Oh, yeah, you must have outdone yourself, because I certainly feel the nip of
cold today!” Jamie said, rubbing an arm sheepishly. Jack, for the briefest of
moments, looked hungry, but the look was either imaginary, or gone in flash,
because Jack was grinning again, leaning against his staff.
“So, Jamie, what should we do? I feel as if a snowball fight is a little old
school. Maybe I can make the small pond freeze over, and we could ice-skate!
Pull pranks on the neigh—“
“Sit in front of the fire and have hot chocolate….” Jamie muttered quietly
under his breath. It was one of his little fantasies swimming in his head, but
it didn’t stay the innocent coco drinking, marshmallow roasting daydream that
it started off. Jack tilted his head
“Really? Hot chocolate? I would LOVE some hot chocolate!” Jack cried and flew
to the front door of Jamie’s house. Blushing furiously—because he hadn’t
realized Jack could hear him---Jamie followed.
“You won’t mind? I’m sure there are loads of other things we could do…” Jamie
tried to maybe change the agenda for the day, but the look in Jack’s eyes was
one of determination.
“You know how long it’s been since hot chocolate? Too long! And of course I
don’t mind. You’re my best friend.” And that settled the nervous feeling in
Jamie’s belly.
Entering the house, Jack set his staff against the coat hanger, and padded to
the living room. Jamie told Jack to wait in the living room while he set water
to a boil. He put scoops of cocoa into two large mugs and added splashes of
cream, making a thick cocoa paste. While he waited for the water, Jamie pulled
out a bag of giant marshmallows and a few kabob sticks, and headed for the
living room, where Jack was waiting patiently, staring into the depths of the
flickering flames in the fireplace. When Jamie stepped into the room, Jack
looked up, and smiled.
“S’mores, awesome!” Jack said, and he gladly took a kabob stick and a
marshmallow.
“Not quite s’mores, because we ran out of graham crackers and bar chocolate,
but there is nothing better than a roasted marshmallow!” Jamie said cheerfully.
The duo speared their puffs of sugar and began toasting. A warm feeling entered
Jamie’s chest as he crouched there, shoulder to shoulder with his hero, and it
had nothing to do with the fire. Without realizing that he had done it, Jamie
leaned in closer to the guardian so that their arms were almost pressed
together. Jack cleared his throat.
“Aren’t I cold? It can’t be very comfortable touching me…” he said, and Jamie,
as if frost burned, pulled away and nearly tumbled.
“Oh, sorry, it’s just that I was so focused on keeping my marshmallow from
burning…I didn’t realize I was leaning on you….sorry…” Jamie stammered, and
Jack chuckled.
“It’s fine, really, it’s just that I thought you may get cold.” Jack said, and
his brows fell very slightly, as if the notion troubled him. Jamie was about to
respond when the high pitched scream of the teapot cut him off.
“I better get that…” Jamie muttered, and passing his kabob to Jack, quickly
left the living room. He wanted to smack himself. How could he allow himself to
be so brash? To do something like pressing closer to the object of his ever
growing affections. Biting his lip in his embarrassment, Jamie pulled the pot
off the burner and opened the valve, silencing the whistle. He turned to the
island where the mugs were and nearly gasped in surprise. Jack stood before
him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I came to help. And I brought your
marshmallow. I hope I didn’t burn it…” Jack said, and he held up the lightly
browned treat as if asking if it met the boy’s standards. Recovering from his
scare, Jamie smiled wide.
“Perfect.” He said. After pouring the steaming water onto the cocoa-cream
paste, Jamie went to get the spoons when Jack leapt to it.
“I’ll get them. You just enjoy the wonder that is marshmallows.” He said,
grinning, and he gave Jamie his kabob to fetch the spoons. At this point the
puffed sugar had slid down the kabob stick, so that it was just above Jamie’s
fingers. Lifting it to his mouth, he nibbled the brown crust of toasted wonder,
and groaned.
“I love the shell of a toasted marshmallow. It’s like the best thing in the
world.” Jamie sighed, and he pulled it off as if it was exactly that; a shell.
Jack had been stirring the hot cocoa, and now he turned to pass a mug to the
‘mallow munching teen.
“And I can honestly say you have the magic touch to hot chocolate making. What
do you do to the cocoa to make it this rich and delicious?” Jack crowed, and he
sipped at his drink like it was the nectar of the gods. Jamie grinned.
“I can’t tell you. It’s a family secret.” He said slyly, and Jack scoffed.
“Guess I can’t pry that one out of you.” Jack sighed as if defeated. The two
stood there in companionable silence, blowing at the hot chocolate, drinking,
and eating the rest of the marshmallows. When they finished, Jack and Jamie put
the mugs in the dishwasher and returned to the living room.
“Want another marshmallow? These are getting on the old side, and I fear that
by the time summer comes around again, they will be stale bricks.” Jamie said
to break the silence. Jack laughed.
“Are you saying you don’t appreciate my snow anymore? I’m hurt.” Jack poked at
Jamie, and a flash of horror crossed the boy’s face.
“Of course not! I could never not appreciate you!” Jamie said. Jack held up his
hands,
“Hey, I’m touched you say that” Jack said and his tone implied that he noticed
how Jamie didn’t say “your snow”, and once again Jamie felt embarrassment flush
his face.
“Uh…yeah…marshmallows…” Jamie added lamely. Jack laughed and speared another
marshmallow and held it over the fire.
“I guess we better eat all of these then!” Jack said, trying to settle the
atmosphere. So Jack and Jamie settled by the fire and spent a good while
roasting and eating marshmallows.
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It turned out to be a rather bad idea. Both guardian and teen lay sprawled on a
cushiony couch, groaning in pain.
“I ate way too many of those…” Jack groaned, and Jamie nodded
“Uh huh…me too. I’m too full to do anything…” Jamie sighed. Jack looked over at
Jamie, his ice blue eyes sparkling.
“I guess a break from snow making is in order” Jack said, and he fell back
against the couch. Once again silence prevailed. It was the first time that
they had not talked nonstop, and it was freaking Jamie out. It was like he
couldn’t think of anything to say. The only thing on his mind was how much he
wanted to kiss those delicious looking pale lips…and suddenly he found himself
leaning far too close to Jack, and reality hit hard when the cerulean eyes
opened slowly to look him straight down to his soul. Jamie was about to leap
back and apologize and God he didn’t know, when Jack leaned up and ever so
softly kissed Jamie first. In surprise, Jamie pulled back, and Jack suddenly
looked guilty, as if he had done something dirty and irresponsible.
“I’m sorry Jamie...I shouldn’t have done that…I should go…” Jack said quickly,
and he stood, gently pushing Jamie out of his way. He was almost out the door
when Jamie caught up and grabbed Jack’s sleeve.
“No! Don’t go…please…” Jamie begged, and Jack stood at the door, head down and
looking away.
“Jamie…I knew you since you were a little kid…I feel as if I would be betraying
you if I let myself do this…and gods, I’ve…I’ve never been in a relationship. I
died and became a guardian before I had the chance…but even though I look your
age, I’m so much older and it would be weird…” Jack strung together a garbled
explanation, and Jamie shook his head to all of it.
“I know, and I’m so glad you knew me and that I found you and that I can see
you. I’m older now, and can make my own decisions, though. And I haven’t
either, Jack. It’s OK that you’re older. It’s not like you’re taking advantage
of a child, Jack.” Jamie reasoned, and Jack looked up then.
“Jamie, this won’t even be permanent. I’m immortal. I will never age, I will
never look different. I…I don’t think I could get that kind of close to you,
just to know that in the end….that in the end….God, Jamie…” Jack sighed, and he
hung his head. “I don’t even want to think about it.” He said, voice tight with
emotion. Jamie bit his lips at that. So it was either to be a one-time thing or
never. He really tried to weight the consequences, the possibilities and the
hopelessness of his growing love for Jack Frost. He decided to be selfish.
“Please Jack…I want it…I need it…” Jamie whispered. Jack froze. With a hard
look, Jack pushed Jamie against the foyer wall and viciously kissed him. With a
gasp of surprise, Jamie felt the cold course down his throat as a tongue slid
out to claim Jamie’s mouth. He suddenly felt like this was a bad idea. But when
he pushed on Jack to tell him this, Jack grabbed his wrists and slammed them to
the wall. With a muffled cry of pain, Jamie felt fear course through him. What
has he done?
“You want it? You need it? Alright Jamie, I’ll let you have it, but it won’t
happen again.” Jack growled, when he came up for air. Jamie was gasping, his
lips swollen and bruised from the kiss. Jack was internally breaking on the
inside. Jack loved Jamie like no other thing on Earth. He was the first to
believe in Jack, and that meant Jack would do anything for Jamie. But why this?
Why something that would only make the relationship so much more than it should
be, something Jack would crave and lust after, only to end up with nothing when
Jamie aged and died. Jack almost sobbed at the thought. No, he mustn’t. He
turned away from Jamie then, fully intending to leave, and more than likely,
never come back. Jamie realized that if he allowed Jack to walk out the door,
he may never see him again. Jamie cried out and hugged Jack from behind.
“I’m sorry Jack, I shouldn’t have pushed you. Please don’t go…” Jamie sobbed.
He was too old for crying, but the thought of never seeing Jack again was so
painful that it brought tears to his eyes. Jack huffed in agitation. Just walk
away Jack…both of you would be better off…Jack battled with himself. When he
heard a pathetic whimper from Jamie, who was trying his hardest not to cry,
Jack turned and started kissing the brown haired teen again. Jamie kissed back,
and suddenly the future just didn’t matter. The pair stumbled out of the foyer,
and Jamie led Jack to his bedroom. He thanked God that there was no one home
that day.
When they reached Jamie’s bedroom, and the door was tightly shut, they began to
throw their clothes off. Jack didn’t have much to take off, and incidentally,
neither did Jamie. When they both stood as naked as the day they were born,
they regarded each other. Jamie admired the lean but sculpted frame of the
guardian, and Jack drank in the sight of a warm, aroused body. Approaching each
other a little bit slowly, Jack reached out and ran a hand down Jamie’s arm.
The teen shivered. Jamie stepped closer, pressing his chest against Jack’s. He
gasped.
“oh! Jack…You’re cold…” Jamie whispered hoarsely. Jack was about to forget this
whole thing. He couldn’t bring himself to freeze the poor kid half to death…
”Listen, Jamie, if my skin isn’t that comfortable…” Jack started, but Jamie
kissed Jack to silence him.
“No. I…I like it.” Jamie said when he pulled ever so slightly away. Getting
harder at Jamie’s words, Jack kissed the boy ravenously. Jamie’s length felt
painfully hard, and the thought of Jack’s ice cold length filling him up made
his head swim and butterflies flutter madly in his belly. Jack pushed Jamie
into the bed, who promptly fell back. Jamie was laying on his back, looking so
needy that Jack could barely control himself. Jack leaned down, crawling on top
of Jamie, who eagerly spread his legs to accommodate the frost spirit. When
their length’s brushed, both moaned. To Jack, Jamie was a burning sensation,
hot and soft. To Jamie, Jack was a cold surprise to his heated flesh, and it
drove him crazy. He briefly wondered when he may have acquired such a kink, but
the thought was chased away when cool lips locked on his and he decided that he
wanted to run his hands though the beautifully silver hair of his guardian. It
amazed Jamie how soft the locks were. Jack moaned quietly when Jamie ran his
fingers through his hair, tugging and messaging at the same time. He wanted
more…and Jamie wanted more…but neither was quite sure how to continue.
“Jack…oh God Jack…I want…Please…” Jamie muttered eyes closed and loving the
attention that Jack was giving his nipples. Jack licked and sucked, running his
tongue down Jamie’s belly and back up to his collar bone, his neck, his ears.
Jamie squirmed uncontrollably when Jack nibbled his ear and neck, curling his
toes and a deep gasp escaped his lips. Jack suddenly nipped Jamie’s nose, and
Jamie looked at Jack, their dilated eyes locked.
“Mom always warned me not to let Jack Frost nip my nose.” Jamie joked, and Jack
chuckled.
“Oh, don’t worry, Jack will do far more than nip your nose…” Jack said, and
Jamie squirmed at the thought. Jack wanted him so bad that he thrust their
lengths together, afraid he might hurt Jamie if he did anything else.
“Jack…you can…you know…” Jamie said, looking away, face blazing red in need and
embarrassment.
“I know…it’s just…I’m not sure how…I don’t want to hurt you…” Jack said. Jamie
thought for a moment. Jack was a rather impressive size…
“Just…here, put that on and we’ll see if that works.” Jamie said, and he
reached up to grab a small bottle of lotion and he handed it to Jack. Jack,
looking doubtful, spread a generous amount on his hands and began rubbing it on
his length. Jamie watched, mesmerized by Jack’s expression…it was hot watching
him rub his length…When Jack felt it was coated enough, he settled between
Jamie’s legs, pulling the teen’s legs up a little, and lined himself up.
“Jamie…just tell me to stop if it hurts.” Jack said. Jamie nodded, and relaxed
as much as possible. Then Jack slowly pushed in. Jamie cried out, clutching at
Jack’s arms, sucking in air quickly. Jack froze, afraid to continue.
“No, keep going…” Jamie managed, and Jack, still doubtful, pushed in a little
more. Jamie bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut. He felt as if his insides were
being overstretched, maybe a little torn. But he urged Jack to continue. Who
knew he was a bit of a masochist? Jack slowly but steadily continued until his
whole length was sheathed entirely within the brown haired teen.
“Wait…just…let me adjust a bit…” Jamie gasped, and he felt himself steadily
relax, the initial shock of an ice cold cock buried inside him wearing down. He
nodded when he felt ready to take a thrust. Jack complied, pulling out, and
pushing back in. Jamie groaned, and marveled at the sensation of cold inside
him as it moved. Jack was almost blown away at the heat he felt wrapped around
his length, at the way the tight walls clenched and relaxed as he thrust in and
out, slowly building up speed. He figured it would be better if he could get
Jamie’s legs a little higher…
When Jamie felt his legs getting pulled up around Jacks shoulders, he was about
to voice a question when Jack suddenly thrust in with a bit more force than
before and hit something inside Jamie. His back arching and opening his mouth
in a silent scream, Jamie saw an explosion of color. Upon seeing the ecstatic
bliss on Jamie’s face, Jack aimed for that spot, and rammed into it, and soon
both moved in rhythm. Jack put a hand between them and began stroking Jamie’s
aching member. Jamie cried out and came with a violent shudder, and Jack
followed soon after, intending to pull out when he came but caught up in the
passion, was buried all the way when his orgasm hit. Jamie felt his insides
filled with cold cum, and almost came again at the sensation. Collapsing, Jack
pulled out and rested his forehead against Jamie’s. Sighing and riding the last
waves of pleasure, Jamie cuddled against Jack and they stayed like that for a
while.
Jamie had fallen asleep. Jack, now standing by the bed clothed, watched him for
a while. He felt revitalized, refreshed. But Jack felt as if he had taken
advantage of Jamie, too. Jack wanted nothing more than to stay by Jamie’s side
forever. Yet he knew that his forever was guaranteed. Jamie wouldn’t last even
a moment of it. Clenching his jaw, Jack turned from the bed. He wanted to
accuse Jamie of being selfish…for taking something of Jack’s knowing, KNOWING
that neither of them would be able to keep it. Sighing, Jack turned back to the
bed, leaned down, and ever so gently kissed Jamie’s forehead.
“Forget about me, Jamie. It’s for the best.” And he left, his heart cracking
and falling away as the night descended. Jack looked up at the Man on the Moon,
his full power shining down on Earth. And for the first time in his long
guardian life, hated the Man on the Moon.
End Notes
     So here we have it! God, I'm so sick... On a side note, do you know
     how hard it was not to make a pun about Jack jacking off? LMFAO
     Much love,
     Ram-Kar
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