Our word of the week is 'cold'.
Sons and Lovers
by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Jack was freezing his nuts off, which was kind of ironic given his name. If Lain made one more joke about Jack Frost, Jack was dumping his arse and that was a fact. When they had first met and Jack had revealed what he was called, Lain had laughed for a good minute and Jack had had no idea why. It was only later he found out he was dating the son of the Snow Queen.
"I'm cold," he whined, even though he was wrapped up in three big blankets.
"When we get there I promise to find some way to warm you up," Lain said and gave him a devilish smile full of sinful ideas.
It went some way to heating Jack's blood, at least a little.
"Mortals aren't designed for this place," he said, still marginally tetchy.
"You'll get used to it," Lain replied. "We're perfect together; it won't be long before you start picking things up."
They'd been going out together for nearly a year now and had been sharing a flat for the last three. Jack couldn't argue that they made a great couple, but this was news to him.
"Is that why you finally decided to bring me?" he asked.
Lain went home at least once a month and then reappeared renewed and invigorated by a trip to his native world. That was one thing that had worried Jack about their relationship, but Lain always said that he loved Earth and Jack enough to spend a good percentage of his life there. The other thing that bothered Jack was the fact Lain was immortal, but every time he brought it up Lain just laughed, kissed him and told him not to worry.
"Well that and to meet my mother," Lain replied, his white hair flying in the air that whipped over them as the carriage sped along.
Jack's mind kind of froze and he stared at his boyfriend.
"You, um, you didn't mention that before," he said, not sure whether to be petrified or just plain scared.
The Snow Queen was legend even among the supernatural community and those mortals aware of them. She was said to be exquisitely beautiful and as deadly as the ice and snow she commanded.
"Yes I did," Lain said and smiled, "when you were making supper last night."
Jack mentally cursed; he'd had the blender running for soup and he knew Lain had said something, but he hadn't caught what. He'd just hummed and smiled and now he realised he should have asked.
"Oh god, I'm going to meet your mother!" He started to panic.
"She's going to love you," Lain told him and kissed his cheek, "and I can't exactly marry a man who hasn't met Mummy."
"But she's... she's..." then Jack's brain caught up with what his boyfriend had said. "Did you just propose?"
Lain grinned and Jack couldn't decide whether to kiss him of kill him.