by Dawn Sister
“Hello there, big feller.” Jack chuckled as Liam jumped back with a cry of shock.
Liam recovered quickly and smiled down at the man. Jack was dressed in the same too-short t-shirt and worn jeans. He took a step back and leaned against the low wall of Liam’s open porch, one leg bent, his bare foot resting against the brick. Did this man never wear shoes?
“Hello.” Liam breathed, shocked at how breathy the word sounded, as if he’d been running when he hadn’t, or as if something had taken his breath away, which of course, it had.
“How are you feeling tonight?” Jack asked, his crystal blue eyes searching Liam’s face.
“I’m feeling great.” Liam told him. “I did what you said, went back to bed, rested. When I woke up, I felt much better. I don’t even have a headache.”
“Good.” Jack tipped his head to one side, his hair moving as if it came with its own breeze, sparkling almost white in the evening light, like frost on a moonlit path. Liam felt his heart skip several beats.
He could just stand and look at this man all day. Jack was incredible, with his ice crystal eyes, his shocking white hair and those dimples, so full of mischief. Liam would have to say something soon, otherwise Jack would start to think he’d forgotten how to talk.
“Er, have a good day at work?”
Jack’s smile broadened into a grin, his crystal blue eyes sparkling with unconcealed joy.
“I did some amazing work today, even if I do say so myself.”
Liam chuckled at the sheer, smug, self-assured tone.
“And you did that amazing work in your bare feet?” Liam glanced down at Jack’s feet, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
Jack smirked at him. Liam’s heart gave a little flutter and the butterflies he’d felt in his stomach all day, the ones he’d been trying to suppress, took flight.
“I always do ma best work in ma bare feet, Liam.” Jack drawled, in that irresistible Scottish lilt, his head tipped to one side, his eyebrows giving a suggestive flick.
Liam swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and fought the urge to take a step back. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get closer to Jack and smell that scent of cool, night air again, or taste those ice-cold lips, it was just that, this all seemed to be happening a little too fast, but that, in itself, was intriguing, and nerve wracking at the same time.
“B-but don’t they get cold?” Liam cursed his mouth for stuttering.
Jack shrugged, jumping up and sit on the low porch wall, his legs dangling. He stretched out one foot, his toes pointing elegantly in Liam’s direction.
“Why don’t you check and see?” He invited.
Jack’s feet did not look like the feet of a man who never wore shoes. They looked smooth and soft and delicious, with slender, almost delicate toes. Liam made a conscious effort not to lick his lips. He was sure this man was going to be the death of him. He took Jack up on his invitation, reaching out to hold the foot with both hands. As Jack tipped his head back with a sigh of pleasure, Liam gasped.
“Holy shit, Jack, your foot is like ice. How is this not uncomfortable?”
Again, Jack shrugged. “I’m used to it, I suppose.” His breathing was heavy, and his bright eyes had darkened as his pupils dilated. His smile revealed his sharp eye teeth, and the tip of his tongue. “I could warm them up better if you invited me inside.”
Liam rolled his eyes, embarrassed he’d taken this long to usher Jack into his cottage and out of the freezing night air. It was rapidly getting colder, and he’d be surprised if it didn’t snow later that night. Snow had been forecast for the last two days and it hadn’t happened yet, but it was just a matter of time.
“Come on.” He said, holding his hand out to Jack to help him down from the wall.
For a moment, Jack stared at Liam’s offered hand. His head tipped to one side in that endearing way that had Liam’s heart skipping beats every time. He met Liam’s gaze, his eyes full of trust, as he reached out, curled his fingers around Liam’s and jumped down from the wall.
“Your hands are so warm.” Jack stated with delight.
In a moment of—Liam didn’t know—madness perhaps? He pulled Jack to him, holding both of the man’s hands close to his chest.
“That’s not the only part of me that’s warm.” He growled, his voice gravelly with need and desire.
Jack chuckled, the sound low and delicious, as his fingers tightened around Liam’s and their bodies pressed together in a delicious mix of warm and cold. Fire and ice. If Liam thought Jack’s hands were cold, the rest of his body was frozen. How could he stand it? Liam was used to working outside in all weathers, but he’d never enjoyed being too cold. Jack didn’t even seem bothered.
“Oh, you’re right.” Jack murmured, his hands exploring Liam’s chest. Cool fingers curled around the back of Liam’s neck. Standing on his tiptoes, Jack whispered in Liam’s ear. “You are warm all over, and I’ve been thinking about those warm, soft lips of yours all day.”
“Y-you have?” Liam asked, feeling his body getting warmer by the second, despite the fact that Jack was quite possibly the coldest person he’d ever met.
“I have. Now kiss me.” Jack leaned back, regarding him with his head tipped to one side again. “If you want to that is.”
Oh god, how could Liam not want to? “Of course I want to. I’ve been thinking about this all day as well.”
“Good, so get on with it. It’s freezing out here.”
“Jesus, you’re pushy, and I thought you said you didn’t mind the—mmph!”
Liam couldn’t finish, because Jack’s mouth was on his, his lips as cool and as soft as he remembered from that morning. The icy tingle ran straight from his lips to his groin and he moaned, pulling Jack backwards towards the door and into the cottage.
Turning them both as they moved inside, he managed to kick the door shut with his foot, his lips not leaving Jack’s. There were tongues now, and fingers buried in hair. Ragged breathing, moans and grunts came from both men as Jack tried his damnedest to get as close to Liam as he could.
The kiss broke but the frantic energy continued. Jack tugged at Liam’s sweater, pulling at the hem until Liam let go of him and grabbed the neck line to pull it off over his head.
He tossed the sweater away, not caring where it landed. His shirt followed, because Jack’s kiss had made him feverish.
With a soft, appreciative growl, Jack attacked him again, jumping into his arms and wrapping lithe, strong legs around his waist. Liam laughed out loud, holding Jack as if he were no weight at all.
Jack’s mouth was on his again, hungry, his tongue tasting, his hands searching, the cold prickling Liam’s skin in the most amazing way.
From the moment Jack had kissed him that morning Liam had wanted this. Apparently, Jack felt exactly the same.
Liam took a few steps and managed to pin Jack against the wall, which supported him a little, allowing Liam to move one of his arms. He brought his hand to Jack’s face, brushing over his pale skin and through his startling, white blond hair.
Jack finally came up for air, giving Liam a chance to breathe too, and they regarded each other for a moment in silence, the only sound was of ragged, frenzied breathing.
“Well.” Liam gasped between heaving breaths. “That got very heated, very quickly.”
Jack took a breath, as if to reply, his eyes twinkling. Instead, he let out a loud, delighted laugh, burying his ice-cold fingers in Liam’s hair. The man’s laugh was infectious, and Liam joined him, chuckling as he nuzzled his face against Jack’s cool neck.
Jack’s hands worked their way down Liam’s back, the sensation sending icy shivers of delight up and down his spine. They moved to stroke Liam’s chest, leaving cold tracks all over Liam’s skin, causing goose bumps to form beneath his chest hair.
“So furry.” Jack’s tone was appreciative. He looked up into Liam’s eyes. “You have almost as much fur as me.”
Liam frowned. “You don’t have any fur. Not that I can see,
anyway.”
Jack smirked. “Well, you’re not exactly seeing me at my best.”
“You said that this morning as well.” Liam snorted. “If this isn’t your best, I’m intrigued to know what is. Not that I’m not happy with what I’m seeing right now because you’re bloody lovely, except you now have more clothes on than me.”
Jack chuckled again. “I’ll take off my clothes, Liam.” Jack caught one of Liam’s nipples between his finger and thumb, sending an ice-cold shock through Liam’s body. “if you promise tae keep me warm.”
“I promise.” Liam whispered against Jack’s lips.
He shivered at Jack’s cool, intimate touch, yet his own skin remained feverishly hot.
Liam looked about for somewhere to go, saw the bench that separated his kitchen from his living room and made for it, setting Jack on top and freeing his hands for other things.
“That’s better.” He smiled, his eyes meeting Jack’s once more.
Jack still had his legs wrapped around his waist, and was still running his hands over Liam’s chest, smoothing the hair and licking his lips.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered. “I knew I’d made the right choice. I want you so much, Liam.”
“You’ve got me.” Liam leaned in to continue the kiss.
He wanted to stop Jack’s mouth from saying anything else weird. He’d said enough weird stuff the night before, about choices and other things. At the time Liam had thought it was simply his concussed brain that couldn’t make any sense of it all. If Jack started saying weird stuff again, he doubted he’d be able to cope with it.
Jack seemed only too happy to continue kissing, his tongue brushing Liam’s with the same cool confidence as that first morning kiss. Jesus, even this man’s tongue was cold.
They broke apart again in order to pull Jack’s t-shirt over his head.
Both men gasped as the kiss resumed, skin against skin now, the sensation causing Liam to gasp, as if he’d been plunged into icy water.
Jack’s cool fingers moved down to the fastening of Liam’s jeans, not a moment too soon, because Liam was afraid he’d burst through the fabric he was so damn hard.
“God, yes.” His breath caught, and he gasped with pleasure as Jack’s fingers closed around his cock, the cold making him jump.
“Jesus, is there anything about you that isn’t as cold as ice?” He gasped.
“You haven’t felt all of me, yet.” Jack growled, grasping one of Liam’s hands and pulling it down towards his crotch. “I need those hot fingers around my cock. Turn up the heat, Liam. Make me come.”
“Shit.” Liam’s breath hitched as his fingers fumbled with the fastening of Jack’s jeans, tugging them open and pulling out his cock, stroking it long and slow.
“Harder. More.” Jack demanded, as his own, cold fingers seared Liam’s skin, moving faster over his length, slowing only for a moment to rub his thumb over the head and spread the slick pre-cum that had beaded there.
Liam was close, so close. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He didn’t even want to. Jack’s cool touch was electric. He leaned closer, pushing Jack back slightly, his fingers forming a firm tunnel around the man’s slender length, adding some of his weight for more pressure.
Jack gave a ragged moan of protest as the new position forced their lips apart. He didn’t fight it, though. He threw back his head, his lips parted, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Yes, Liam. Oh, mother earth, yes.”
“Are you close, lovely man?” Liam breathed into Jack’s ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the cool lobe.
“Close.” Jack panted, reduced to single words and babbling. “Shit. Liam.” He gasped as his hips bucked and his body began to spasm. A short, sharp cry escaped his lips and something, unexpectedly warm, covered Liam’s hand.
The cold of Jack’s touch seemed to intensify around Liam’s cock as his body shuddered in orgasm. The sensation sent Liam soaring over the edge, warm, sticky liquid coating their hands once more.
For a moment the only noise was the heavy, fast breathing of both men. They slumped across the bench, neither willing to move first.
“God.” Liam breathed when his brain finally caught up with the rest of his body. “That was….”
“Fucking awesome.” Jack finished for him. “I mean really, I don’t think it’s ever felt that good before. You are….” Jack reached up and grasped Liam’s face, his thumbs running along Liam’s bottom lip, his ice-blue eyes bright and sparkling, like moonlight on snow. “…. amazing.” He breathed out the word, taking Liam’s breath away with the intensity of his gaze.
Without another word, Liam scooped Jack into his arms and carried him with ease through the living room to the bedroom, laying him gently down onto the bed. Reluctantly Jack let go of him, and Liam felt the cold air swirl around him where Jack’s nose had nuzzled his neck.
Jack shuffled across the bed, giving a contented sigh as he buried deep beneath the covers. Liam chuckled. He’d promised to warm the man up, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Pulling off what remained of his clothes and wiping his hands on a towel he’d thrown over the back of his chair, he climbed into bed as well, sliding into the middle where his body met Jack’s. Jack had discarded his pants as well, and they lay naked together, Jack’s cool body against the warmth of Liam’s.
“You’re like my own personal heat source.” Jack commented as he snuggled in close.
Liam smiled, wrapping his arms around the man he barely knew, but somehow felt comfortable enough to consider asking him to stay the rest of the night. Jack nuzzled his neck, cool hands wandering lazily over Liam’s chest, thoughts were distracted by rumbling stomachs.
“I cooked dinner for you.” Liam murmured, having almost forgotten the actual reason he had invited Jack back that evening.
“You did?” Jack gasped, propping himself up on Liam’s chest so he could look him in the eye. He brushed Liam’s hair from his face, his expression one of pure wonder.
“Of course I did. I said I would.” Liam told him, frowning slightly at Jack’s surprise.
“No one ever….” Jack stopped and shook his head, before beaming one of the brightest smiles Liam had ever seen. “That’s amazing. What did you cook?”
“Nothing really that amazing, just broth. And cake.” Liam chuckled at Jack’s genuine delight, but it also made him quite sad to think the man had been about to explain that no one had ever done this for him before.
“Oh, my two favourite things.” Jack’s eyes lit up even more than they had been, if that were even possible. He tipped his head to one side, his fingers still playing with Liam’s chest hair. He gave a wide, deep yawn which set Liam off yawning too.
“We don’t have to eat right now, if you’re tired. You don’t even have to stay if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to.” Jack blurted out almost before Liam had finished his sentence, lifting his head to fix Liam with a shocked, but intense look.
“O-okay.” Liam nodded, his hands tracing wide circles over Jack’s back. “Great.”
Jack laid his head back down on Liam’s chest, bending one leg to rest over Liam’s thighs. The man’s skin still felt cold, but not so much now that he was sharing Liam’s body heat.
“We could sleep now and eat later.” Jack suggested amidst another yawn.
“Good idea.” Liam agreed, quite happy to be doing whatever Jack wanted to do right now. “The broth will keep. It’s in the slow cooker.” Sleeping would be better than lying awake trying to analyse just what on earth had just happened.
