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8pm Jackson sat in his car looking out at his apartment building, at 28 he’d hoped to be living somewhere better but this is what he's got, hands on the steering wheel enjoying the warmth of the car. He sat there, preparing himself to make the trek outside and up the 2 flights of fire stairs up to his apartment. It's only a small car park he had to cross, but with nothing but a lightweight puffer jacket and some smart shoes, he certainly wasn't going to be warm on this journey. He searched and searched through the centre console with the slightest hope of finding gloves knowing full well he took them in yesterday and forgot to put them back this morning.
He'd been in the carpark just sitting for 5 mins, and the car was already cooling down and adjusting to the outside temperature. He looked up at the building, barely able to see it with the dark of the winter night and the half broken streetlight bearing the faintest light down, it looked like most the apartments had already shut their curtains up for the night, so no people were watching for him tonight. He looked into his apartment, he could see the living room lights on in between the blind gaps. He looked in to hopefully see Tony dancing around in the kitchen cooking up something warm they could eat together, but alas, no darkened shadows were visible.
Tony was a far more positive man than him, he would happily dance around in the snow, not a care in the world loving life, leaving Jackson standing on the fire escape watching over with rolled eyes, hoping none of the neighbours recognised him. Jackson wished he could have this attitude to the life of a paralegal just drains it out of him, the daily 9-5 grind with 2 hours unpaid overtime every day was not the most enjoyable life. It was only the hope of getting promoted to an actual lawyer soon that kept him going. Often he found himself feeling jealous of Tony's work as a scientist. His work story’s always leave him wondering how he managed to survive each day, making things, blowing them up, then improving upon the design, he wished his life was that interesting.
Enough contemplating declared Jackson, the car started making him shiver, if he stayed here any longer there'd be no difference between the inside and outside of the car. Jackson rubbed his hands together and brought them to his mouth. He breathed the last warm breath his hands’ll feel for the next 2 mins. He picked up his keys and began to open the car door.
He was blasted with a wave of freezing air, this weather was certainly not his favourite. He got up and out, turned around, shut the door and scrambled to get the key out of his pocket. He got the key out and was shivering so bad he struggled to put the key in the door lock. This took him far longer than he would have wished it to, cursing himself every time he missed the lock. But finally he got it locked, shoving the key and connected the lanyard into his left pocket. He started his mission across the tiny car park, only 2 rows of cars so hopefully not too bad a trek.
He got past the first row, taking small steps ensuring he didn't slip on the ice, that would not help him right now. Suddenly he felt something on his back. Wait no not his back, lower, his tailbone? Suddenly he was yanked. A crisp, chill, cool air hit him. He felt like his arse was out in the cold, but no, was that possible, he certainly still was wearing his jeans. Then suddenly a hand, and hand that felt colder than ice. The hand was removed and his jeans slapped back against him. His arse felt the coldest it ever had, what was down there, he couldn't stand it. He began his spin around to see what was happening, what was causing this. Then he saw it. It was Tony. What The Fuck had tony done. He saw Tony bent double snow gloves on practically pissing himself with laughter, what had he done? Jackson reached both his hands around his arse. It was wet, why was it wet and cold. It took a few seconds but felt like a lifetime to work out it was snow. TONY HAD THROWN FUCKING SNOW DOWN HIS TROUSERS.
Jackson writhed at the realisation. He was so cold, hating everything this was torture. His body heat was melting it, cold water started running down his leg, seeping through his pants. Oh no, he hated this. He shot a death glare at Tony, but Tony never noticed, almost on the floor through his laughter and tears. Jackson was standing there squirming, he wanted to reach round, and pull it out but that would only jostle it down his trousers, making it almost impossible to reach, this felt like the worst moment of his life.
And then oh no, the idea had slightly crossed his brain but he didn't want to believe it to be true, but now he must face it. A slight melted drible went through his pants, rolled forward and touched his balls. This was torture, it was only one droplet now but what about 10, 20 30 seconds as this snow melts more and more his balls are gonna become encased in the frozen dribble. He launched his hands round in front of him, and grabbed his crotch. He had a face of pure despair all over him, Tony could barely cope with the entertainment that Jackson was giving him right now, this was going to satisfy his brain for years from now.
Then Jackson made what he believed to be his worst mistake of the evening. He continued his natural reaction to a punished crotch, a crouch. As soon as his legs began in the crouch he could feel it, the snow pressing tighter and tighter up against him, oh god he hated this, the torture was almost unbearable to him. But once his legs had engaged, there was no way to stop, he was by far not strong enough for this, so he was forced to continue until he hit a squat. A full on deep squat, he dreaded doing this at the best of time, now with his arse covered in snow and the cold water torture on his cock, he would give anything to be out of this situation. He was now at eye level with Tony still pissing himself with laughter. This level allowed him to ensure Tony saw the look on his face, he tried to hide the pure uncomfortableness on his face, he tried to cover it up with a stern look and a death glare in his eyes, this caught Tony's attention, who was still smiling beyond his means. Tony saw this face, he instantly knew his fate, but it was totally worth it in his opinion.
Tony stood up and began to dart off to the stairwell. Jackson saw this and had decided Tony's fate and began his run off after him, now way he was letting him get away with this, not one bit. With ice covering most of his almost crotch right now he began running, running after Tony, running into the house, running into the bathroom to empty his jeans. He kept one hand behind him on his arse, the other alongside him to hopefully help him run that bit faster so he could make it into the warm and rid himself of this feeling asap.
He’d made it past the last row of cars and leant his arm out to grab the stairwell bannister. He latched on once again being assaulted by the frozen temperature. Only 2 flights he kept telling himself, only 2 flights, you can make it. He could hear Tony's giggling multi step run far up ahead of him on the stairs, he would certainly make it into the house first, but hopefully Jackson would get to the door before he had time to lock it. Finally he made it up the final step and launched himself at the door, luckily Tony was still fumbling with the key, so with the forced door opening it knocked him over. Jackson felt glad for this, he deserved a little punishment himself after what he had done to him, and he was finally in with the door closed behind him.