Smut! Lol, enjoy!
Jack made swirls of frost across the walls of his room and ceiling, as well as beautiful icicles that connected to his bed, then spread over the whole bed frame, making it look as if it were made from solid ice. Jack smiled as he stood back to look at it, but suddenly jumped forward.
"Sorry Pitch!" He said.
"If you didn't sneak up on people, they wouldn't run into you." He added, crossing his arms. Pitch smirked and shook his head.
"I hope you've made yourself at home." He said, looking past Jack to his artwork.
"It is late, Jack, and you have much to start tomorrow. I suggest you wash up and get some rest." Pitch said, looking back at the sprite, who nodded.
"Alright!" Jack said, stretching his sore muscles. He noticed Pitch's eyes roam his bare torso and he blushed a little.
"Training starts early, so don't give me a hard time about waking up." Pitch said before leaving.
"Yes dad." Jack mocked, heading into the bathroom. He stepped out of his tattered brown pants and tossed them aside next to his staff, then stepped into the large obsidian tub. It was in the floor, and already filled with warm water that seemed to bubble up from a spring, and it had a water fall coming from the farthest wall. He gasped at the first feeling of warmth, but soon relaxed into it, letting the rare feeling soothe his muscles. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly, his breath coming out as shimmering cloud of fine snow. He looked over and grabbed the soap, lathering it in his hands, then scrubbing his body clean from any access sand and grime from being in that cage. He submerged himself, rinsing his body, then grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair. He moved to the water fall and rinsed his hair, sighing again as he stood under the warm stream. He got out and grabbed a fluffy black towel, wrapping it around his waist. He grabbed his staff and his pants, bringing them into his room. He ran his hand through his already frozen hair, making bits of ice break off and fall to the floor, and his hair to take its normal spiky appearance. He touched the scar over his chest once more before shrugging and climbing into the bed, tossing the towel into the shadows, where it thawed, then hung back on the rack.
Pitch woke up and slipped into Jack's room to wake him as well, but he was not expecting to see a nude Jack sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching.
"What happened to knocking?" Jack asked, looking up at Pitch, who was finding it hard not to stare.
"Maybe you should've warned me you sleep bare." Pitch shot back, and Jack smirked. He stood and got dressed, grabbing his staff and looking into Pitch's eyes, chuckling at his flustered look. Jack felt the darkness making him bolder, and he stepped close to the Nightmare King.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked, running a finger down Pitch's chest, leaving a light trail of frost. Pitch shivered and grabbed Jack's wrist roughly.
"Training starts now." Pitch hissed, transporting them through the shadows and into the stable, where Nyx was waiting patiently for Jack.
"Get on, we are going outside for this." Pitch said, mounting a huge Nightmare and galloping off. Jack got on and Nyx followed, easily catching up. They left the main cavern, emerging into the soft dawn light. Nothing looked different, but Jack could feel the fear and hopelessness in the air, and it made him laugh. They reached an open area by the forest and Pitch dismounted, Jack following his lead.
"You need to learn to use your powers to your advantage." Pitch explained, looking at Jack.
"You tire yourself out when you send blast after blast at your opponents. You want to tire them out first, then do damage." He said, making his shadow scythe.
"Let's try, shall we?" He asked, then swung it. Jack dodged it easily, then shot ice at the weapon instead of Pitch. The scythe was immediately encased in ice, making it heavier, but Pitch was stronger than his thin frame made him look, and he swung again.
"You are making my weapon more dangerous, Jack! Try harder!" He snapped, and Jack glared at him, icing the ground beneath Pitch's feet, causing him to fall and drop his weapon. Jack leapt on him, pinning his arms under his knees, then putting his staff at the Nightmare King's throat.
"How was that?" He asked, smirking.
"Very good, but you must always be ready!" He smirked, slipping into the shadows and swinging his weapon at Jack again. The sprite made a shield over him, blocking the hit, then hooked one of Pitch's legs with his staff, making him fall once more.
"Very good, Jack!" Pitch said, standing once more and brushing bits of ice and snow off of him.
"And keep that up until your opponent is out of breath or slowing down, then you attack with force."
Jack nodded, glad to be pleasing Pitch.
"Again. You must practice." Pitch ordered, summoning his scythe again, but this time, he slipped from shadows, striking, then retreating again.
"Some opponents may try to throw you off, but if you stop and listen, you can usually pinpoint their location before they actually attack." Pitch said, making noise each time so Jack could listen and retaliate.
"You will never hear me in battle." Pitch said, his attack successfully countered.
"I'm doing this for your benefit." He added, his attack countered once more. Finally, Jack struck, sending Pitch back with a sudden blast of ice. He flew up into the clouds and made it start snowing heavily, not caring if it was April.
"I suppose hindering your opponents vision is a useful thing as well?"
"Precisely." Pitch said, smiling at how fast Jack was learning. He snuck up behind the sprite and grabbed his throat lightly.
"But don't let it hinder you as well." He said, smirking at Jack when he jumped into him. He let go and smirked.
"Again, Jack!"
The snow let up a few hours later, and Jack looked at Pitch, his eyes shining with pride.
"Very good! You've earned a rest." Pitch said, watching as the winter spirit flopped into the snow. He couldn't help but remember that morning and how Jack looked so perfect, the confidence he had in his body, and how he didn't hide from Pitch like most would do, had someone walked in on them nude. Jack lifted his head and met Pitch's gaze, smirking.
"Am I really so interesting that you have to stare?" He asked, and Pitch smirked.
"Yes." He said simply. Jack chuckled and walked over to him, standing close.
"I saw the way you looked at me this morning." Jack purred.
"Did you like what you saw?" He asked, pressing himself against the Nightmare King's warm body.
"I know I've been attracted to you since I first saw you."
Pitch looked at Jack, astounded. He smirked at Jack and brought him through the shadows into his bedroom.
"Really, Frost?" He asked, pushing him into the bed.
"Why would I lie?" Jack asked, and Pitch smirked.
"To answer your other question, yes, I liked what I saw." He purred, leaning in and ghosting his lips over Jack's neck.
"I'd like to see it again." He breathed, sending shivers down Jack's spine. The sprite let out a breathy moan, and Pitch chuckled.
"How many times have you thought of me, Jack?" He asked, slipping one of his legs between Jack's so it rubbed against the growing bulge in his pants.
"How many times have you touched yourself, imagining it was me?"
"A-a lot!" Jack moaned, rolling his hips against Pitch's thigh.
"So needy." Pitch purred, slipping away from the sprite, hiding in the shadows.
"Touch yourself for me." Pitch ordered, and Jack moaned, the thought of being watched while touching himself made him even harder. Slowly, he slipped his hand into his pants, his eyes closed as he did so, his legs opening a bit more.
"Good, Jack. Beautiful. Take your pants off." Pitch purred, his voice echoing from the shadows. Jack obeyed, releasing his member from his pants, then kicking them off. He began to slowly stroke himself, rubbing his thumb over the head and moaning loudly. He sped up a bit, gasping and arching his back with a moan.
"Pitch!" He moaned, squeezing slightly. He was getting close, and the fact that Pitch was watching him made him want it all the more.
"That's it Jack, cum for me." Pitch purred, and as if on command, Jack came hard, his body arching in pleasure.
"Pitch!" He cried, his seed splattering on his stomach and hand.
"Beautiful." Pitch purred, stroking himself and coming as well. Pitch brought them both to the bathroom and they slipped into the tub, washing away the evidence of their activities.
