The quiet of the winter…Pitch relishes it all. From the sight of the snow fall clinging to the ground, to the stillness of the trees that surround him. He has picked one of these trees above his lair to perch on for the last few hours. Pitch couldn't help the desire to be with nature, for he is just as old of a spirit of this forest. He is lying on a thick branch, one skinny leg hanging off, swaying it back and forth. He has his chin resting on his arms crossed over, on his stomach.
With all the smells catching his nose of coolness, grass, and leaves, he catches a familiar scent coming his way. Bouncing down the path, Jack has his hands full of-boxes? Pitch squints his eyes to try and tell, but Jack had already jumped down into the hole under the broken bed frame. Jack has been up to something all day, and Pitch will be damned if it remains a secret for any longer.
Jack is just about done with his secret mission when he hears a voice all around him. "That anticipation is killing me…" Pitch says with sarcasm.
Jack places the last present down and laughs. "I know it is! How many times do I have to tell you no peeking? Just let me-"
"Do you think I care what you're doing down here?" Pitch scoffs.
"Well, that's the best part Pitch. I know you do." Jack stands up straight with both hands on his hips. Jack is wearing a new pair of blue mittens he got from visiting North to retrieve all his supplies. "Alright, you can see now."
Pitch emerges from the shadows with a smirk nearly ear to ear. However, the smile quickly falls once he takes in the sights before him. Jack has been busy. There is a Christmas tree made out of ice-what a sight to see! Really it looks like glass with how perfect it is. Each part of the tree is smooth and crafted so well, it's impressive. Jack has a skill to produce the most beautiful things, it's true. There are candles lit all around the Christmas tree to make it sparkle like a bunch of lights. It's much lovely than the typical pine, in Pitch's opinion. There are presents under the tree, wrapped neatly in paper and bows.
"Christmas?" Pitch lowers his brow, "Why would you bring Christmas to our home?"
"Why not?" Jack shrugs. "This is our first Christmas together. It's not until tomorrow, but I can give you your gifts now?"
Pitch says nothing, so Jack takes that as a silent yes. He grabs a gift and hands it toward Pitch. Pitch stares as it as if Jack is handing him a disease, so Jack pushes it at his chest so Pitch will have to grab it. Pitch does and looks at Jack uncertain. He opens it though, peeling off the ribbons and shaking off some of the glitter. His lanky fingers get the box open and he pulls out a child's toy.
"This is a stuffed animal…" Pitch squeezes a stuffed cat. It gives a long squeak sound in response. "Wha…" Pitch is handed another box. He looks between the box and the stuffed animal, setting it down to reach for the next gift. The next present is a snow globe that Jack points out the part where it plays music. The final present is a thick, heavy sweater that Jack insists Pitch wears.
"Are you trying to make me look stupid?" Pitch refuses the sweater that Jack is pulling over his head…or trying to. At Pitch's height, Jack has to float up to get the sweater up over his dark hair.
"I just want to keep you warm. You're always down here in the cold…"
"I like the cold. It's why I love your freezing body against mine."
"Not many would."
"But I do! You are mine Jack and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Jack smiles at this and Pitch lowers himself hesitantly so Jack may put the sweat on him. It's ridiculous looking, but at least it's in black. The arms are too long, which swallows Pitch's hands. He blinks at how happy Jack looks at the sight of him.
"It's too big." Pitch flops the sleeves by his sides. He gives a light sound as Jack sneaks up inside the sweater and pops his head out of the opening too. Pitch sighs and wraps his arms around his smaller lover. "But thank you."
There is long moment of silence. Pitch hitches his breath in realization that Jack is probably expecting something in return. Jack feels the jump in Pitch's chest, holding tighter. "I wasn't expecting anything."
"I didn't know…" Pitch mutters quickly while he strokes white hair. "Is there anything you want Jack? I can still get you something, I still have time."
Jack chews on his bottom lip, "I do."
"Well tell me boy."
"I can't, I'm not sure if you'll be angry."
"I'm always angry Jack. You drive me nuts, so might as well tell me because I won't leave you be about it."
Jack slides out of the sweater and floats backwards. He stuffs his mitten covered hands in his hoodie and kicks the floor. He curls his bare footed toes, giving a heavy sigh. Jack mumbles and Pitch doesn't understand him. This earns a smack to his cheek from the back of Pitch's hand.
"Speak clearly when you're talking to me Jack." Pitch grabs some of Jack's white hair to pull his head back so he may look up to him. "Repeat yourself."
"I want us to have a baby," Jack covers his mouth.
Pitch leans in, in an intimidating way. "I beg your pardon?"
"A baby-"
"I now suddenly wish I never asked. Don't be a fool Jack. How would we make a child between the both of us, let alone raise it. You're just a child yourself and I hate children. I will not have any children in my house, do you understand me Jack?" Pitch becomes appalled when Jack starts tearing up. "Don't you do this to me! Don't you dare Jack."
Tears stream down Jack's cheeks and he covers his face. Pitch's eyes widen and his mouth is moving but no words are coming out. He is feeling a mixture of hate and agony all at once. Pitch can't take it when Jack is sad. He gives out an ear piercing scream and turns away. "Stop it Jack! Stop you're crying!" The Boogeyman covers his ears, but it doesn't seem to drown out the sobbing properly. He turns back to Jack, holding his arm back to hit him. Yet he seems unable to resort to violence on Jack in this moment. "Stop, stop, stop I'll do it. I'll do anything, just stop." He claws his own face, wanting to scratch out his own eyes from the sight of Jack Frost crying so.
Jack sniffles and calms down. He wipes his icy cold tears with the back of his sleeve, sniffling. "Really?"
"I will get you what you want. You must be aware we will out-live any little monster you raise?"
"We raise."
"Are you prepared for that? We'll have to see them die Jack. They'd be human, yes? I mean, I don't think either one of us will be birthing any time soon." Pitch points out.
Jack nods sadly and is quiet. Pitch comes in close to wrap his arms around the boy and hold Jack tight. Jack murmurs, "I love you."
Pitch rubs the back of Jack's shoulders, "I know Jack. Now, would you like to play a game?"
Jack looks up with a furrowed brow. "Does it involve us naked?"
"Oh why yes-I wouldn't have it any other way. Now get everything off, I'll get the things." Pitch disappears before Jack can say anything in return.
Jack shrugs and gets undressed. When he is naked, he stands and waits for Pitch to return. It isn't long before Pitch comes back with a familiar wooden box in his hands. "Have I been naughty?" Jack wonders.
"Naughty? You're always at the top of the naughty list my sweet Jack." Pitch takes off the sweater, sets the box down. His own clothes simply vanish from him, all but his boots. He carefully unlocks the box and peeks inside with a sly grin. Jack comes over and gets down on his knees beside Pitch. "It's alright Jack, I will give you something better than coal. I'll put something much better in your stocking this year."
"Like candy?"
"What? No, I meant my dick. Now lift your head." Pitch pulls a leather collar out of the box and wraps it around Jack's neck. Next he attaches a leash to the collar from its metal loop. Jack doesn't care for how heavy the collar is, but he does like to wear it for this game. Pitch rises and tugs the leash for Jack to be shoved face first into his genitalia. Jack gives a whimper from the suddenness. It's not long before he gets to sucking like a good pet however. Jack works at Pitch's full, tight balls that are just as hairless as the rest of him. Jack takes in as much as he can fit into his mouth to suck. He laps his tongue at the soft line down the middle of Pitch's testicles.
Pitch shudders with delight, taking his boot and pushing Jack down by his shoulder. Pitch slips around Jack and plops down on him to ride. Jack snorts, but after a few yanks of his leash he starts crawling around the cave on all fours.
Pitch rides around, relaxed and almost bored looking. "Faster would you? I'm not even getting the wind through my hair." He slaps Jack's rear hard enough to leave a mark of his hand red on Jack's ass cheek. "Lazy!" Pitch screams as Jack moves only a tad faster.
Jack does a few circles until he collapses. Pitch slides to the ground beside Jack and grabs him to toss into his lap. "Lazy-weak boy!" Pitch spanks Jack hard enough to make him yelp. Jack tries to wiggle away, but Pitch won't have any of that. Pitch smacks his palm at Jack's ass until the boy bites him.
Pitch jumps from being startled and holds his hip where he was bitten. "How could you Jack?" Pitch bats his eye lashes innocently.
Jack bites Pitch again, and Pitch retaliates by shoving two fingers up into Jack so hard that he lifts the boy's tail end up as he does. Jack snaps his teeth at any flesh he can find like a wild dog. Pitch can only smirk as he misses.
"You must try harder baby, you can't get me again." Pitch taunts, shoving another finger inside Jack. He starts finger fucking his lover until he feels something hot against his lap. He pushes Jack off all together and looks down at the liquid running down his long, gray legs. "You urinated on you master-Ah" Pitch crashes to the floor.
Jack had grabbed his staff and used the crook of it to slip it around Pitch's knees and pull. Once Pitch falls, Jack jumps up and brings up his staff up over his head dramatically. When he seems like he is about to swing down on him, he slows in mid-swing and presses the end against Pitch's anus.
Pitch glares over his shoulder. "You wouldn't dare!"
"I would!" Jack giggles as he pushes about an inch into Pitch.
Pitch gives a cry and goes to stand, just to find more inches forced into him. "Ouch-you wretched creature!" He smacks his palm against the cold floor. "Get that thing out of me, it hurts."
"Tell me that I am your master-Pitch!" Jack has an evil look about him, despite how young and pure his features normally are.
"I will do no such thing." Pitch attempts to kick Jack away, but Jack moved aside easily and shoves the staff in about eight inches. Pitch becomes so frustrated he throws his nightmares at Jack to knock him back. This gives Pitch enough time to get the staff out of him. He rises and takes the wooden stick, throws it at Jack. When Jack gets up after getting hit in the face by his own weapon, he chokes from Pitch stomping down on his leash.
Pitch grabs the leash and yanks Jack over as hard as he can. Jack is thrown down in front of him harshly and Pitch reminds Jack who's in charge. "Now who is the master in this game?-I demand you make out with me Jack."
When Jack goes to rise, Pitch pushes him back down. "Not with my mouth." Pitch sits down on the ground and lies back. He wraps the leash around his hand a few times and spreads his legs. He sighs heavily when Jack lowers and presses his full lips against his anus.
Jack presses his cool tongue against Pitch's puckered opening, running his wet tongue in circles around the rim. Pitch's eye lids flutter, gasping at the icy feel in such a private area. "Oh in me Jack-in me." Pitch is rewarded with a tongue wiggling into him. Jack holds Pitch's cheek's apart, pushing deep inside him for a taste. Pitch bucks, stroking his own hard cock. "Fuck…"
Pitch's heart skips a few beats. He sluggishly lies on the floor, rocking himself against the eager mouth doing all sorts of sinful acts upon him. Jack doesn't stop either. He keeps burying his tongue in Pitch, swirling it inside him. Pitch shudders, "Jack-jack-jack. It's so good."
So fervent this boy! Always zealous as he throws himself into sexual acts. It makes Pitch's body hot, nearly burning from how intense the cold is against his sensitive tissues. His muscles contract wildly, making Jack all the more passionate with his tongue, just to feel more spasms.
Jack pulls back only to watch Pitch's hole open slightly and tighten, repeating this over and over again. "Why are you watching?" Pitch tries to catch his breath.
"I love watching," Jack licks his lips.
Pitch grunts and throws one grey leg over Jack to lie on his side. His body feels light from the sensations of what Jack's tongue had done to him. Jack is on top of him quickly, kissing his cheek and humping Pitch's rear. "May I enter? May I enter?"
Pitch puts his head in his hand, "Oh if you must. You horny little thing."
Jack lines up his cock, shaking he is so excited. In one swift movement, Jack rams all the way inside Pitch at once. Pitch loses his balance and catches himself. Jack mocks, "What was that Pitch? Aahhh-you say?"
"You tease?!" Pitch throws a glare over his shoulder. His gold eyes are burning like fire. Another moan quivers out of the King of Nightmares as Jack pulls all the way out and thrusts back in hard. Pitch thumps to the floor with his ass up in the air. "I will scratch out your eyes boy!" Pitch hisses and purrs, "Mmm." He bites down on the leash, holding it hard in his hand.
Jack grabs Pitch's hips hard, digging his nails in and thrusting as hard as his little body can manage. It's enough-plenty enough to make Pitch vocal. Pitch stretches out like a feline, his ass greeting Jack's cock gladly. Once in a while, Pitch will begin to fall out of place and Jack will help right him. Not to mention the way Pitch keeps rolling around. On one side, to his back, to his stomach. Jack keeps adjusting positions to continue thrusting in Pitch. "Oh you slut!" Jack laughs breathlessly.
"You're always so mean Jack-calling me names."
"You're a whore-look at you!"
"No more, you'll make me…you'll make me. Gah!" Pitch cries as his climax is nearing. He locks eyes with Jack, trying to hold back.
Jack grins, knowing he might actually be able to beat Pitch at holding out. Pitch grinds his teeth, angry at the thought of ejaculating first. He does everything he can to avoid it. He thinks of terrible things, trying to turn himself off. It's no use, Jack knows how to fuck him just right. They've been at it like rabbits for months now and Jack knows just how fast to go, just how to angle himself, and how hard to push. He has Pitch wrapped around his finger at this point. With a few more shoves inside, Pitch is spilling sperm all over. His anus pulsates and his stomach is tight. With his body tense, he rides out the orgasm until the beautiful feeling has passed. He is left with all the after effect pleasures, lying there-relaxing.
Jack releases himself a few seconds later, filling up Pitch with his cum. Pitch coos, rubbing his tummy from the feeling. Jack smiles, "I want to keep filling you up Pitch until it hurts."
"No matter how much seed you plant in me Jack, I'm still not going to produce the child you want so badly."
"Doesn't stop me from trying!"
"In that case, go on and keep mating with me."
"Can we pretend that we are trying to have a child?"
Pitch frowns a little, shifting beneath Jack with the boy's cock still deep in him. "If you want, I guess there can't be too much harm in it."
Jack rubs Pitch's stomach, "And you'll be swollen with our baby."
Pitch slaps his hand away, "you are disgusting!"
"You'd look so pretty."
"Guh."
Jack kisses Pitch some more and Pitch allows him only on the cheek. They go back to fucking, although Pitch is pretty sure that nothing is going to result in this other than more orgasms and a sore ass in the morning.
When they are finished-many rounds later, Jack falls asleep. Pitch carries him over to their bed and places him gently under the covers. He puts on only the sweater and slips in beside Jack. He hugs the stuffed animal to his chest and settles down against his lover. Pitch watches Jack sleeping a while before he follows suit soon after.