Page 51 of Frost
“Jack?” I call out before the tunnel opens up to his living area.
His bed is empty, and I have to step over pots and pans on the floor as I head toward the passage on the opposite side of the room. In all the times I’ve visited his home, it’s never been so messy. My heart plummets into my stomach.
Please be okay.
My shoulders catch on the wall of the passageway, and I turn to the side to squeeze through. Claustrophobia be damned—nothing will stop me from reaching him. Moments later, I step into the room with the ice sculptures… and that’s where I find him.
Jack’s sitting on the ground, knees pulled to his chest and arms wrapped around them, and he’s staring up at a sculpture that wasn’t there before.
My eyes water when I recognize who it is: me. He captured all my stupid imperfections, like how my mouth curves down farther on the right side when I smile and how my eyes squint a bit too much. The sculpture has one hand tucked into the coat pocket, and the other is extended.
As I watch, Jack reaches up and places his palm over my ice one.
“Jack.”
He flips around and is to his feet within seconds. A mix of tears and ice coat his flushed cheeks, and his watery blue eyes are rimmed in pink. “Luka? What are you doing here?”
I want to run to him, to wrap him in my arms. Instead, I stand still.
“Págos is worried about you, I think. I don’t know for sure because I couldn’t exactly understand his huffs and puffs when he came to me. I was afraid something happened to you.” Finally, my feet move. I take a small step toward him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Jack clears his throat and wipes at his tearstained cheeks. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you look fine.”
Jack’s chin quivers as he holds my gaze. And then he runs to me.
Our mouths slam together, and my arms go around him just like his do to me. We grip each other’s clothes and gasp between hard kisses. Over two weeks I’ve been without him. As his scent envelops me, I release a shuddering sigh and deepen the kiss, curling my fingers in his soft hair.
“I missed you,” I say against his trembling lips.
Jack grabs both my hands. “You’re freezing, Luka. Haven’t I told you to wear gloves when you go out?”
I laugh and pull him back against me, burying my face in his hair. “I didn’t think about it. I just wanted to reach you as soon as possible.”
“If you get sick, I’m going to kick your ass.” He holds me tighter. “Come on. You need to warm up.”
Jack takes me around the corner and into the room with the warm pool. As I step into the steamy air and feel the blood rushing back to my fingers and toes, I groan and start taking off my clothes. Jack removes his too, and then we step into the hot spring together, our lips meeting again.
“I missed you too, by the way,” Jack says as we glide through the water. “I even broke my own rule and came to see you.”
“You did?”
“Several times in fact,” he answers, looping his arms around my neck. “I sat in the tree outside your office and watched you write. And, once, I came into your room. You woke up and asked me not to leave, but I think you were still kind of asleep.”
“I thought that was a dream.”
“No, it was real.” He presses his lips to the base of my throat. “Do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.” I glide my hands down the smooth skin of his back and rest them at his waist. “But I was upset. Why did you run off the morning I left? Why didn’t you say bye to me?”
“Ididtell you goodbye. You were just asleep when I did.”
“You asshole,” I mumble before kissing him.
He smiles against my mouth and kisses me back. His hand falls to my cock, and I groan as he starts to stroke me. I’ve been too bent out of shape emotionally to even think about jerking off. So, yeah, over two weeks without coming has me a little desperate. He seems to mirror that desperation with the intensity of his kisses and how he grinds his hard cock against mine.
“Fuck me, Luka,” he says with a sigh, wrapping his legs around my waist and straddling me. He holds on to the back of my neck and rolls his hips.
