Snow Prince

so this is the best of the bonus stories, so I'll just skip posting them. this one is adorable, though the smut is pathetic.

Snow Prince: Summer Story

Jack was modeling again. Nude, of course. Lleu supposed that it was his own fault for asking him to pose that one time. But how was he to predict that Jack would like it so much he insisted on modeling even when Lleu wasn’t working on anything resembling the human figure? Rare was the day now that Jack wasn’t naked and sprawled across the pile of pillows on the modeling platform in Lleu’s studio.

Which rather annoyed Lleu, since he usually kept things on it except in the unlikely even of him actually needing a human model.

Like this current sculpture, for example. Lleu was only forming it out of clay at the moment, creating a thumbnail before he made the whole thing out of the expensive marble the client had requested. But even a ‘thumbnail’ of this one was nearly as tall as- as Jack, and putting it up on the pedestal where Lleu would have easy reach of the bottom would have been nice. Instead, Jack was lounging and watching Lleu, trying his best to be distracting.

And, oh, how distracting he was, lying among the maroon draperies with his sun-bronzed skin (a color which Jack’s winter-marble skin had turned to without so much as a hint of burning—or, oddly enough, of sun). His hair was still that strange patchy blue color, though, and it didn’t look quite right against the dark red. Perhaps he should convince Jack to dye his hair dark blond. Or black, Lleu considered as he tilted his head to study his lover. Jack definitely had the coloring for black hair now, although he could also pull off the bleached-blond surfer-boy look, if it weren’t for the blue sections.

Jack noticed Lleu looking at him, and moved languorously against the pillows. Lleu shook his head. Now there was a tassel mixed into Jack’s hair, and it looked terrible there. It was enough that Lleu could pull his eyes away and look back at the sculpture he was working on.

He kicked a chunk near the bottom, smiling in satisfaction when it fell off, landing on the tile floor with a damp whump. It hadn’t looked any good there. Lleu hadn’t really expected it too, but there needed to be something…

Jack sighed as Lleu’s attention wandered back to his work.

He couldn’t complain, well, he shouldn’t complain. He’d known what he was getting into; after all, they’d met arguably because Lleu had fallen in love with his work. But somehow he hadn’t realized how much time Lleu’s work could eat up. Jack had no problem with placing the blame for that squarely on Lleu’s shoulders, either, since it turned out that the man had been scheduling his work so he would have extra free time in the winters to spend with Jack.

But now that Jack was always there, and Lleu had to work to support two (minus whatever they put on the credit card from the Clauses that was paid off in full each month), the work had started to eat more of Lleu’s time.

Jack felt like he couldn’t compare to the sun-filled studio, where light streamed in from skylights and gleamed off the few surfaces not covered in dust.

So he’d started the game.

He was playing against the Studio- the home studio; he had no desire to play it against the old warehouse studio Lleu share with several other local artists. Jack would win if, just once, he managed to distract Lleu from his work enough for sex in the studio.

So far the Studio seemed to be winning.

Jack sighed again. It was hot spotlighted in the sun as he was. Lleu needed to hurry up and give him some attention.

Giving up a few minutes later, Jack slid a hand between his own legs and stroked slowly. Perhaps a display would distract Lleu where a pose did not. Jack bit his lip to keep silent. Asking or begging would result in him loosing the game. If the Studio could claim Lleu’s attention in silence, then so could Jack.

But a few moments later, not even biting his lip could prevent the whimpers from slipping out.

“Don’t get that on my cushions.” Lleu’s deep voice said almost absently, but at least he had noticed.

Jack paused long enough to send Lleu a silent glare that said ‘then come over here and give me somewhere else to put it.’ Or at least, Jack hoped that’s what it said. Lleu, however, just snorted and went back to his work.

It didn’t last long. A few more whimpers from Jack, and he felt a cool shadow fall over his legs, slitting his eyes enough to see Lleu leaning over him, Jack grinned, panting slightly as Lleu pulled his hands away.

Grinning back at him, Lleu leaned his head down quickly and took Jack in his mouth.

Jack gasped and arched up before his hips were pressed down by Lleu’s hands; holding him still. It didn’t take long before Jack arched against the hands with a strangled noise as he came. He slid his legs over Lleu’s hips as Lleu slid up to kiss him.

“Are you happy now?” Lleu asked.

Jack panted and laughed at the same time. Unable to get the breath to form words he simply shook his head. Lleu kissed him briefly on the lips, but then held Jack’s head still and looked him in the eyes.

“This silly Game of yours has to stop- what?” Lleu took a second to figure out the expression on Jack’s face. “Oh, the Studio told me, that’s how I know.” Lleu shook his head. “I need to finish this project, and several others so I can even out my workload, and start giving you the attention that you want. It’s your fault, anyway, throwing off my schedule like this.”

Jack opened his mouth to talk, but Lleu held a finger to his lips and kept talking, even when Jack licked said finger and sucked into his mouth.

“So let me tell you what’s going to happen. Now, right now, I’m going to have sex with you. Right here, yes. Then, since you’ll have won your Game, you’re going to leave, put some clothes on, and stop trying to distract me when I’m working. And tomorrow, you’re going to find yourself either a job or a hobby. Alright?”

Jack nodded, Lleu’s finger bobbing slightly in his mouth, and he ran his tongue along it, even as he gave Lleu his best wide-eyed ‘innocent’ look.

Lleu stared, his eyes going almost as wide as Jack’s. Then he shook his head. “God, you-” he said, before pulling his finger out of Jack’s mouth and replacing it with his tongue.

Jack:1 Studio:0

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See what I meant when I said pathetic? I wasn't joking around. but the story as a whole makes up for it, yes? And please remember to review.