So… As of right now I've gotten the most comments saying that "Needs Title" fits really well. So far…
WHY is it that you guys suggested Nick go away and Pitch have to watch Jack for him? Were you guys planning this? It's a good idea. I'm doin it.
Pitch had been working all day. He had typed up two new ideas, as well as edited his other one. Each one contained the boy with the big blue eyes. He was sure his editor would either love him for all the new ideas or hate him for all the extra work. Finishing printing out his drafts and texting the man to meet some time soon, Pitch yawned even though it was only five thirty. He was sleepy.
Grumbling in annoyance at the response he got from his editor (he wasn't available to meet until the day after tomorrow), Pitch tossed his phone onto the desk. Just as he was going to turn and walk out, he heard it vibrating. Probably was the editor calling him back to yell at him about his last less than friendly message. Picking it up, he answered, expecting it to be him, without looking. He was rather surprised when he heard Nick's voice.
Apparently Jack had finished the last book and wanted to know if he could read another. Pitch smiled to himself and began looking through what he had. "I have some that I think he'd like, yes…"
"Excellent! Bring them over venever you can!" With that they said goodbye and Pitch hung up. He ran his fingertips over the spines of his books, reading through the titles, finally deciding on one he wrote during a fit of rage. (Right after Ed first rejected his advances.) He had a feeling Jack might enjoy reading about a man who couldn't stop thinking of raping his ex. Or if he didn't, at least he could give Jack some more sexual stories.
Skimming the book once, he got up and went to his car. Would this be another dinner at Nick's? He didn't mind that. The last dinner hadn't been too bad. He grinned as he remembered the way Jack reacted to his touch.
Arriving at the house, Pitch was mildly surprised to find Nick outside with Jack. They were blowing bubbles. When he walked up, Nick purposely attacked him with the exploding soap and laughed when Pitch did nothing to stop him. He just stood there and let all the bubbles pop on his clothes.
Hands on his hips, Pitch asked once it was over, "Are you quite done?" Nick laughed again and Jack smiled. "Why are you out here blowing bubbles anyway?"
"Jack never got to before!" Nick said, motioning to the teen. Jack was blowing another one, trying to make it huge. It popped halfway. Pitch smiled at his unhappy pout. Adorable. "None of his other foster families did this vith him!"
Pitch looked to Jack for confirmation. Jack only smiled sheepishly and tried to blow another big bubble. (Still popped.) Smiling at the cuteness of the scene, Pitch watched as Nick and Jack began a bubble war. (Jack lost. BADLY.)
Laughing happily, Jack got up, covered in soapy water. His hair was flat on his head it was so heavy. Nick said Jack should go and wash up, meanwhile patting Pitch on the back and bringing him inside.
Jack scurried up the stairs to the master bathroom to clean himself off. Pitch wished he could go with him and see him completely naked.
Nick began a conversation after that, he was talking about all the things Jack said he never got to do because of his family situation. Nick said Jack had one more night before he had to go to school. (He was lucky he was given any time to settle in at all.)
"He is not quite comfortable here, yet, but is better than first night," Nick told him as they sat, "He would not sleep all night. Vas too afraid to be unguarded in our home. He does not consider it his home yet."
Pitch nodded slowly. "I can imagine. He hasn't been here long," he whispered, "I'm surprised by how quickly he's warmed up to you."
Nick nodded too. "Yes, I vas too. But he is easy to warm up to you if you make him interested. He likes reading- he's very interested in you and your books. But he really enjoys spending time with people. He says he vas ignored at last house. Is very sad. All he vants to do is be around somebody."
In his head Pitch was vowing to hunt down Jack's last foster family and kill them. How could they ignore such a beautiful child? Jack was too perfect to ignore. He deserved to be kissed and hugged and licked and… Pitch groaned softly with his quickly growing arousal. He needed to stop thinking dirty thoughts like that. He couldn't risk being heard masturbating in the restroom again.
Nick was about to say more when his landline rang. He excused himself and hurried to get it. Pitch sat and listened to the steady buzz of the shower above as well as Nick's conversation.
"Ah! Aster! You got my message!" "What? What do you mean you can't?" "No I- Yes, I know he has only been here one night." "Is only for one night, Aster. He vill be asleep by time you get- no." "Aster, please, he vill not be trouble. He is good boy." "He cannot go to this! IS family funeral!" "He has school tomorrow; you would not even have to- no! I do not vant to leave him alone that long!" "Aster! Ah- Aster!"
Pitch smirked. Didn't sound like it went too well. Sounded like he hung up on him. Lifting his eyes up to look at Nick when he came back, he asked, "Everything alright?"
The big man sighed. "No…" he grumbled. Pitch didn't even need to ask what was wrong- he began talking right away. "My wife's father passed away two days ago and his funeral is tomorrow. Ve have to leave, but I can't bring Jack. He doesn't know anybody. I asked Aster, and he is free, but he said he von't watch him. And Sandy's working tonight…"
"How 'bout I watch 'im?" Pitch offered the idea up, trying not to sound like he was literally jumping to the edge of his seat with excitement.
Nick blinked up at him. "Are you sure? Don't you need to see editor tomorrow?"
"He isn't available for two days," Pitch said, "I could watch him for you until you come home. Of course, I'd need to make a quick trip home to get my computer, but…"
He purposely trailed off. He wanted to see if Nick would go for it. The man smiled excitedly and hopped to his feet. He grabbed Pitch, lifted him into the air, and kissed both his cheeks. Pitch wasn't exactly surprised.
"Vonderful! You go get vat you need for night, and come back and vatch Jack for us!"
"Does Jack know what's going on?" Pitch asked, making the man pause.
"He knows of funeral, yes. And I told him I would get someone to watch him. I vill tell him you will, though," he said. Smiling and nodding, Pitch left the house to drive home and get his laptop. (And some clothes for the next day…)
He was incredibly excited for this. Probably more excited than was appropriate for babysitting. But he didn't care. He'd get to spend the night with Jack, possibly with Jack, and stay until they got back.
When he got back Nick and his wife were already packed, but they hadn't left. They were going to eat with Jack first and then leave. They were in the middle of their dinner when he arrived.
Sitting down next to the teen, Pitch joined in a small amount. He wasn't all that hungry. He was more needy. He couldn't stop looking at Jack. Every movement the boy made had him on edge. He wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him into the night.
As Nick and his wife drove away, Jack and Pitch watched from the doorway. Jack watched them, hands pressed to the glass on the door, with a worried, sad expression. Pitch gently rubbed his hand across his shoulders, saying gently, "They'll be back by the tomorrow night… At the latest, the next morning…"
Jack swallowed and kept watching until their car was out of sight. Pitch continued rubbing his shoulders- the kid looked scared. He probably feared they were never coming back. That they were leaving him here forever…
After pausing for a long while, Pitch asked, "You're afraid they're abandoning you… aren't you…?" Jack stiffened. And Pitch knew he hit the nail right on the head. That was exactly what Jack was afraid of. Caressing a little more insistently into his back, Pitch whispered, "They won't…" Jack didn't respond. "Nick enjoys talking about you too much…"
No Jack looked up at him with a little smile. "He likes talking about me…?" he repeated quietly.
Now Pitch had to smile. "Of course," he said, "He wouldn't shut up about you the entire time you were in the shower. And he told me all of those things about you the other night. He loves talking about you." Jack was smiling wider now, and Pitch felt his own smile grow with it. Jack was so precious… "He can brag about you. Nick doesn't give up anything he can brag about."
Jack laughed very lightly, smiling still. He glanced back out the door, then moved away from it and closed it. Pitch gave him a smile, Jack returned it, and they walked back into the TV room. Pitch grabbed his book from beside his laptop and handed it to Jack. "Here," he said, "Nick told me you wanted to read another."
Smiling, Jack whispered, "He really does like talkin' about me, huh?" Pitch smiled at the way Jack ran his fingers over the cover and flipped it open to the inside page to touch that as well. Jack seemed like he responded to feeling more than anything else. A creature of physical sensation…
Licking the insides of his teeth, Pitch moved Jack with him to the couch in the room. "There are a few words in this one that I know you're going to have trouble with right from the start," he said, more as an excuse to sit with him, with his arm around him.
The two sat there and read together right up until Jack got to that first tricky word. Juxtaposed… "It means to put two things, usually words, right next to each other…" Pitch explained, choosing to brush his lips to Jack's ear and whisper slowly to him. He felt Jack shiver as his words ghosted into his mind. Slowly he moved a hand to Jack's leg, sliding it up from his knee to a spot on his thigh. Jack inhaled softly at the touch. "Mmmm…" he moaned into his ear before he whispered, "Much like… you and I… Right now…"
Jack gasped quietly as Pitch let his tongue slither out to barely lap at his earlobe. He smirked at the way he had become so stiff beside him- as if he were afraid to move even a single muscle.
Rubbing his hand back and forth over Jack's leg, Pitch continued breathing into Jack's ear, against his neck, and on his cheeks. He made a few more soft, whimpering noises to tease him, and used his other arm to pull him in closer. (Jack's ass was now pressed against his lap.) Moaning softly, Pitch leaned down to exhale a hot puff of air onto Jack's neck. He then proceeded to kiss the spot. He felt Jack gasp and shiver slightly at that.
Keeping his lower lip against Jack's skin, Pitch whispered, "You like to be around people, don't you Jack…? You enjoy having…company…?" Jack exhaled slowly, whining a little, but he nodded. "And… you like… to be touched… right, Jack…?" Pitch slid his hand up Jack's thigh now, gently having his fingers dance across the fold between his leg and his crotch. He applied feather soft strokes to the boy's groin, smiling at the way he gasped and wiggled the tiniest bit. He saw Jack nod again.
Now, moving his entire hand over Jack's crotch, Pitch pressed down a little more firmly, gently palming the bulge beginning to form there, and he whispered, "Do you like how I'm touching you right now, Jack…?"
Jack nodded with another quiet whine. Licking his lips, Pitch kissed his neck again- he felt Jack exhale when he did. Pitch pushed his hand against Jack's arousal more harshly. Jack let out a louder whine this time, breath coming fast, heart rate up dramatically.
Now beginning to lick the boy's heated flesh, Pitch whispered, "as anyone ever touched you like this before…?" He was surprised when Jack nodded. "Who..?"
"Mm-my… Huhh…" he exhaled as Pitch began feeling his erection through his pants- finding the sides and slowly squeezing. "My f-first foster… nn…" Pitch smiled. Jack was really being affected by this. He loved it. He couldn't even complete a sentences without mewling like a kitten.
"First foster what?" he prodded further. Jack whined again as Pitch began stroking his erection specifically.
Pitch could see the tip of Jack's tongue hanging out of his mouth as he stroked him. The sight turned him on in ways that should have been illegal. Moaning softly, Jack whimpered, "F-fatherr… Foster father… Mm…"
His hand sped up and Pitch saw Jack jolt forward. He caught him and dragged him back to him. "Do you want more Jack?" The teen whimpered helplessly to that. Pitch took it as a yes. He needed to have this kid something awful. He didn't care how wrong it was to seduce him like this. He forced the zipper on Jack's jeans down and immediately shoved his hand in to grope his erection. Jack yelped at the touch, but continued to moan heatedly.
"Mm-mm- aahh…." Jack was gasping and mewling, head lolled back onto Pitch's shoulder. "He-e… Ahh… He n-nnever… T-touched me like… Ahh… like thiss…sssaaaaahh…." Pitch chuckled- apparently Jack liked it when he stroked his thumb over the very tip of his cock.
Continuing to stroke him this way, Pitch asked, "Do you like that Jackie?" Jack nodded as his moans continued. Pitch grinned as he felt a moistness to his flesh. Jack was wet with pre-cum. Licking his lips eagerly, Pitch moved to pull Jack's pants down to take him.
Jack yelped when he did, though. He jumped and fell forward, off his lap and the couch. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up. "What are you doing!?" he shouted.
Blinking in surprise, Pitch replied, "I was going to fuck you… Did you not want me to?"
Eyes wide, Jack squeaked with surprise. "That was a bad touch! You're not supposed to do something like that!"
"Bad touch?" Pitch repeated, thoroughly confused.
Nodding like it was the simplest thing, Jack said, "Yes, a Bad Touch! My first foster father explained to me that good touches felt good and made you feel warm and nice inside and bad touches made you feel uncomfortable and cold!"
"Did he tell you that when he was touching you the way I just touched you?" Pitch asked, unhappy and still aroused. Jack nodded slowly. Sighing, Pitch said, "He was lying to you to get you not to report him… 'Bad touches' are when someone touches your sensitive areas, such as your penis, without you wanting them to. He just wanted you to think he wasn't doing anything wrong so he could molest you…"
Brow furrowed, Jack scanned the carpet. After a moment of thinking he asked, "So… were you trying to molest me too?" Now Pitch was caught.
The big blue eyes gazed at him so innocently. Jack was so pure. He didn't know any better. And he had taken advantage of that.
Swallowing, he responded slowly, "Well… I wanted to see if you would be willing to have sex with me… You seemed to like what I did when we first met… You were very receptive to my advances…" Jack frowned again and thought on that.
"Will…." He chewed his lip as he thought of the wording he wanted, "Will sex be a bad touch?"
"Not if you want it," Pitch replied, "Most boys your age know things like this already… They've even had sex by now… I take it you're a virgin?"
Jack's cheeks darkened. "Well, when everyone treats you like you're five because you come from a bad background, you never really learn about stuff like this…" he muttered, looking down.
Now Pitch smiled. He crawled down to hover over the boy, startling him into falling back onto his elbows. Grinning down at him, Pitch said, "I could teach you… I could show you how to make it feel good…" Jack's cheeks went dark again, and he stammered helplessly in response. Glancing down at the boy's pants, he could see he was still aroused, and purposely reached a hand out to touch it. Jack inhaled sharply at the touch.
"It… It hurts?" Jack asked, looking up at Pitch before looking down to watch him touching his private areas. He grimaced with the feeling as Pitch yanked the front of his pants down. His erection jumped out and the air was cold against it.
Caressing the throbbing flesh, Pitch whispered, "It can… But not if you know what you're doing… And after your first time, it usually never hurts again…" Now he was gripping Jack's length, squeezing it in his hand and pumping up and down slowly.
Jack huffed and his eyelids fluttered as Pitch did that. Moaning softly, he whispered, "I… W… will it feel good… l… ah… like this…?"
Smirking with his victory, Pitch whispered, leaning forward, "It will if you say yes…" And he pressed his lips into his to kiss him.
Naughtiness not included. XP Y'all just gotta wait.