12 Days of Frostmas: Day Nine
My apologies once again for being behind. DX Anyway, things get a little steamy in this chappie ;) (but nothing explicit)
12 Days of Frostmas
Day Nine
December 22, 1985
Jack and Phil caught breakfast together that morning. They had both ordered the same food (Belgium waffles) and were already digging in. They were talking about little nothings, pet peeves of society and finding that they agreed about many. At some point the conversation started leaning towards the upcoming holiday.
“Favorite Christmas special?” asked Phil before taking a large bite of out of a piece of waffle he had on his fork moments before.
“Charlie Brown,” Jack replied simply, mentally adding, it's one of the few that Santa actually shows up.
“Oh, really? I'd think it would be 'Jack Frost'...” Jack almost choked on his coffee, “...then again, I guess you might have been made fun of in school for the name similarity, huh?”
“I didn't know there was a Jack Frost special,” Jack said softly.
“Oh yeah,” the bellhop replied, “it's not very well known, but it's good.”
A smile played upon Jack's mouth, How in the hell have I been unaware of this? Alright, it's not well known, but it's still there! He looked up at Phil, “I could kiss you.”
Phil looked to his left and right, then swallowed his last amount of waffle, “Go ahead.”
They were the only ones in the resort's cafe. Jack leaned across the table and pressed his lips against the bellhop's. Phil tasted of maple syrup. He moved his tongue in to lick those sweet lips. Phil smiled into the kiss, following the action himself.
Jack broke the kiss and whispered, his nose merely millimeters from Phil's, “Now let me finish my coffee.” He drew back and took a sip out of his mug. The smile on Phil's face faded as he slowly drew back as well. Because he was already done, he twiddled his thumbs, waiting for his other to finish his coffee.
When Jack finished, they went out for a walk. They linked arms as they walked amongst the trees that they had spotted on their sleigh ride from yesterday. All the snow was gone, but Phil wasn't really minding; his attention was focused on Jack, who was smiling but also confused.
“Are you alright?” Phil finally asked him.
He grinned, “I'm fine.”
“I'm not stupid, Jack.”
Jack raised his eyebrows, “I never said you were.”
“But something is bothering you. Is it me?”
“Oh, of course not!” Jack stopped in his tracks to look the bellhop in the eye. Phil's light blue orbs were looking back at him with concern and worry.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive! Phil you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about me. I have... cold fazes.”
“Like depression?”
It suddenly felt like Jack was talking to a child. “No, not depression. I just have a lot on my mind these days,” he started walking again, his arm unhooking with Phil's; he muttered under his breath, “stupid, freezing Christmas...”
Phil took a couple of hops to catch up with him, linking his arm again. He leaned his head on Jack's shoulder, “Jack, you can tell me, you know. I'll be here for you.”
Jack looked down at him and smiled at the puppy dog eyes, not because he looked cute that way, but at the fact he was actually making them.
“Oh know, my Phil, Santa must have you on his nice list.”
“I sure hope so.”
That evening
“I used to hate eggnog when I was a kid,” Phil commented, accepting the glass of the said drink.
“Really? Why?” Jack plopped down on his couch next to him, a glass of eggnog in his own hand.
“I don't know. I didn't like eggs then, either, so I think that had something to do with it. Just the name steered me away,” he took a sip, “this is great!”
“Glad you think so.” Phil sure looks great tonight.
Phil gave a light giggle, “One time we had a guest -very funny guy- who came around May, but claimed that it was Christmas time.”
Brown hair looks soft.
“He almost always had a glass of eggnog with him. Some of us theorized that he put whiskey in it,” Phil laughed a bit more.
That button-down looks inviting.
“Turns out that he was suffering from amnesia. His eighteen year old daughter came and took him home.”
Those pants compliment his shape.
“So what about you?”
Jack's head snapped up, 100 percent alert, “What?”
“Have you ever met any interesting characters?”
I guess you can call the entire council I'm part of interesting. “No, not really.”
“You're an interesting character,” Phil commented, his eyes drawn to his almost empty glass, then back up, “not that that's a bad thing.”
Jack said nothing at first, then he said softly, “So are you. I mean, an interesting character... that you are.”
Phil smiled, then put down his glass on the table next to the other. With half-lidded eyes and a smug smile, Phil turned back to Jack.
“What is it?” asked Jack with a coy smile. Phil responded by leaping forward, pushing Jack back against the couch cushions with a kiss. The bellhop's legs were on either side of Jack's hips.
“MmMm!” Jack pushed against Phil's chest with his palm, causing their lips to unlock, “Phil, are you sure?”
Phil nodded, cheeks a light pink. “Yes,” he replied hungrily and covering Jack's mouth with his own. Jack tangled his hands in Phil's long brown locks, drawing them closer together. They broke apart for breath, then locked again.
Jack slipped a cold hand down to the buttons on Phil's shirt and started undoing them. Phil made no attempt to stop him. Getting farther south, Jack had to tug to untuck the shirt from beneath the belt and pants.
Finally Phil's shirt was completely unbuttoned, leaving his chest exposed; their mouths unlocked again. His face hovered over Jack's as he tried to catch his breath.
“Bed?”
Jack nodded, but before he could do anything, he felt himself being lifted up from the couch bridal-style. He clung to Phil as he was carried over to the bed and laid down.
Phil cupped Jack's face, bringing it close to his and kissing his somehow-still chilly lips. Then Jack realized he was laying on his back, no way was it going to stay like this!
“Phil...”
“Hmm?” was the hum he got back from Phil, who was licking his neck.
“Ungh... Can I please?”
Their eyes locked. Then Phil smiled, “I'm so glad you asked.”
Jack grinned, happy he was getting his way, then crawled out from underneath Phil, who lay on his back. Jack kissed his lips, moving on top. He whispered, “I won't be too rough, I promise.”
A while later
Phil softly breathed in and out, his head resting on Jack's chest. Jack was twisting a strand of his lover's brown hair with his finger, wrapping it around, then allowing it to unravel, then doing it all over again; all done almost completely absentmindedly. He sighed, what had he gotten himself into?
TBC
12 Days of Frostmas
Day Nine
December 22, 1985
Jack and Phil caught breakfast together that morning. They had both ordered the same food (Belgium waffles) and were already digging in. They were talking about little nothings, pet peeves of society and finding that they agreed about many. At some point the conversation started leaning towards the upcoming holiday.
“Favorite Christmas special?” asked Phil before taking a large bite of out of a piece of waffle he had on his fork moments before.
“Charlie Brown,” Jack replied simply, mentally adding, it's one of the few that Santa actually shows up.
“Oh, really? I'd think it would be 'Jack Frost'...” Jack almost choked on his coffee, “...then again, I guess you might have been made fun of in school for the name similarity, huh?”
“I didn't know there was a Jack Frost special,” Jack said softly.
“Oh yeah,” the bellhop replied, “it's not very well known, but it's good.”
A smile played upon Jack's mouth, How in the hell have I been unaware of this? Alright, it's not well known, but it's still there! He looked up at Phil, “I could kiss you.”
Phil looked to his left and right, then swallowed his last amount of waffle, “Go ahead.”
They were the only ones in the resort's cafe. Jack leaned across the table and pressed his lips against the bellhop's. Phil tasted of maple syrup. He moved his tongue in to lick those sweet lips. Phil smiled into the kiss, following the action himself.
Jack broke the kiss and whispered, his nose merely millimeters from Phil's, “Now let me finish my coffee.” He drew back and took a sip out of his mug. The smile on Phil's face faded as he slowly drew back as well. Because he was already done, he twiddled his thumbs, waiting for his other to finish his coffee.
When Jack finished, they went out for a walk. They linked arms as they walked amongst the trees that they had spotted on their sleigh ride from yesterday. All the snow was gone, but Phil wasn't really minding; his attention was focused on Jack, who was smiling but also confused.
“Are you alright?” Phil finally asked him.
He grinned, “I'm fine.”
“I'm not stupid, Jack.”
Jack raised his eyebrows, “I never said you were.”
“But something is bothering you. Is it me?”
“Oh, of course not!” Jack stopped in his tracks to look the bellhop in the eye. Phil's light blue orbs were looking back at him with concern and worry.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive! Phil you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about me. I have... cold fazes.”
“Like depression?”
It suddenly felt like Jack was talking to a child. “No, not depression. I just have a lot on my mind these days,” he started walking again, his arm unhooking with Phil's; he muttered under his breath, “stupid, freezing Christmas...”
Phil took a couple of hops to catch up with him, linking his arm again. He leaned his head on Jack's shoulder, “Jack, you can tell me, you know. I'll be here for you.”
Jack looked down at him and smiled at the puppy dog eyes, not because he looked cute that way, but at the fact he was actually making them.
“Oh know, my Phil, Santa must have you on his nice list.”
“I sure hope so.”
That evening
“I used to hate eggnog when I was a kid,” Phil commented, accepting the glass of the said drink.
“Really? Why?” Jack plopped down on his couch next to him, a glass of eggnog in his own hand.
“I don't know. I didn't like eggs then, either, so I think that had something to do with it. Just the name steered me away,” he took a sip, “this is great!”
“Glad you think so.” Phil sure looks great tonight.
Phil gave a light giggle, “One time we had a guest -very funny guy- who came around May, but claimed that it was Christmas time.”
Brown hair looks soft.
“He almost always had a glass of eggnog with him. Some of us theorized that he put whiskey in it,” Phil laughed a bit more.
That button-down looks inviting.
“Turns out that he was suffering from amnesia. His eighteen year old daughter came and took him home.”
Those pants compliment his shape.
“So what about you?”
Jack's head snapped up, 100 percent alert, “What?”
“Have you ever met any interesting characters?”
I guess you can call the entire council I'm part of interesting. “No, not really.”
“You're an interesting character,” Phil commented, his eyes drawn to his almost empty glass, then back up, “not that that's a bad thing.”
Jack said nothing at first, then he said softly, “So are you. I mean, an interesting character... that you are.”
Phil smiled, then put down his glass on the table next to the other. With half-lidded eyes and a smug smile, Phil turned back to Jack.
“What is it?” asked Jack with a coy smile. Phil responded by leaping forward, pushing Jack back against the couch cushions with a kiss. The bellhop's legs were on either side of Jack's hips.
“MmMm!” Jack pushed against Phil's chest with his palm, causing their lips to unlock, “Phil, are you sure?”
Phil nodded, cheeks a light pink. “Yes,” he replied hungrily and covering Jack's mouth with his own. Jack tangled his hands in Phil's long brown locks, drawing them closer together. They broke apart for breath, then locked again.
Jack slipped a cold hand down to the buttons on Phil's shirt and started undoing them. Phil made no attempt to stop him. Getting farther south, Jack had to tug to untuck the shirt from beneath the belt and pants.
Finally Phil's shirt was completely unbuttoned, leaving his chest exposed; their mouths unlocked again. His face hovered over Jack's as he tried to catch his breath.
“Bed?”
Jack nodded, but before he could do anything, he felt himself being lifted up from the couch bridal-style. He clung to Phil as he was carried over to the bed and laid down.
Phil cupped Jack's face, bringing it close to his and kissing his somehow-still chilly lips. Then Jack realized he was laying on his back, no way was it going to stay like this!
“Phil...”
“Hmm?” was the hum he got back from Phil, who was licking his neck.
“Ungh... Can I please?”
Their eyes locked. Then Phil smiled, “I'm so glad you asked.”
Jack grinned, happy he was getting his way, then crawled out from underneath Phil, who lay on his back. Jack kissed his lips, moving on top. He whispered, “I won't be too rough, I promise.”
A while later
Phil softly breathed in and out, his head resting on Jack's chest. Jack was twisting a strand of his lover's brown hair with his finger, wrapping it around, then allowing it to unravel, then doing it all over again; all done almost completely absentmindedly. He sighed, what had he gotten himself into?
TBC