"One more week…" Jack sighed and took in the view laid out before him. The top of the climbing wall had been his favorite place in camp since the very first time he'd climbed it his first summer as a camper. The view it provided and the feeling of fresh mountain air whipping around him had instantly swept away his homesickness. He knew he wasn't supposed to be up there with his wrist still being in a cast and all. Pitch would kill him if he ever found out about the secret climbs he'd been sneaking in when he could, but he could never resist the sheer happiness he felt at the top. Today he felt he needed it even more.
Summer was winding down, and, with only one week left, the familiar bittersweet feeling was starting to set in. Soon he'd be heading back to begin his last year in college. He'd get to see all his friends again, sleep in his own bed, see his dad again. At the same time, he'd once again have to say goodbye to all of the friends he had at camp. It felt like they had all grown closer with every summer they spent together, and it was getting harder and harder to say goodbye. This year they were saying goodbye for good to Flynn, North, Sandy, Tiana, Sinbad, and Marina. Next year was his, Pitch, Tooth, and a few others' turn for what the counselors had dubbed the "Last Summer Blues." He was sad to see the summer end, but he also knew that the sadness wouldn't last long. Real life sets in fast when you start classes, and luckily they were all really good about keeping in touch and seeing each other during the year. Then there was Pitch…
Jack groaned and started making his way back down the wall before he was caught. This year had added a whole new dimension of nerves bundled up on top of the ending of summer. Returning to the real world meant having to adjust to a whole new angle of his and Pitch's relationship. Real world means real problems. As much as Pitch tried to assure him things wouldn't change, the honeymoon, blissfully running off into the woods without any real problems, phase of their relationship would end. Jack had tried talking to Tooth about his worries and fears, and, as much as she'd tried to reassure him, he couldn't help but still worry what the end of summer held in store for them. Jack packed up the last of the climbing gear he'd used after he reached the ground. With one last longing look up at the sky, he headed off to meet everyone for dinner in the mess hall.
"Alright campers and counselors. As our last week begins, it's time for our annual Talent Show." Pitch smiled at the group. "As you know, some of our counselors won't be returning next year, so plan and practice so we can make this the best show ever!"
As the kids and counselors started to disperse, Jack made his way over to his boyfriend. "So what's your cabin doing for the talent show?" He tried to sneak a glance at Pitch's clipboard.
Pitch pulled his clipboard away, sneaking Jack a quick kiss instead. "None of your business, boyfriend."
"But I want to know," he whined. "What good is dating the head counselor if I don't get the inside scoop on things?"
"Because that would be cheating," Pitch purred, nuzzling Jack's nose. "And cheating isn't fair at all."
"It's not cheating. My kids already know what they're doing. We won't steal your ideas or anything."
"Share yours first, and then I'll tell you mine."
"No way! I'm not going to let you steal our ideas."
"Quid pro quo, lover. An idea for an idea."
"I'll tell you if you swear not take our idea. The kids are so excited with what they came up with." Jack held out his hand, pinky up for a swear.
"I swear." Pitch wrapped his own pinky around Jack's and kissed him for good measure. "Now spill."
"They're doing a skit about camp. They're each going to be one of the leaving counselors."
"Aww, that's adorable. Who are you going to be?"
"They told me I'm not allowed to be in it," he laughed.
"My poor love," Pitch teased. "I'm sure everyone will really love that."
"Now spill yours. What are your kids doing?"
"A musical. Turns out a few of my new kids play instruments and are wanting to start a band."
"So is that the racket I've been hearing from your cabin lately?" Jack grinned.
"That is very insulting," Pitch chuckled. "And yes, yes it is."
"I thought so. So are you the lead singer?"
"Perhaps."
"Do you even sing? I don't think I've ever had the luxury of hearing your singing voice."
"I do sing in fact. I never knew you wanted to hear it."
"Are you kidding?! I can't sing for my life, so anyone who can sing is automatically amazing to me."
"That's good to know. Anything to make you fall more in love with me is a plus."
"I don't think it's possible to fall any more in love with you. I'm already there."
"If we were alone right now, I would kiss you senseless."
"Too bad we aren't." Jack slid his arms around Pitch's waist for a hug. "Maybe later?"
"Definitely later." Pitch held Jack tightly, running gentle fingers through the soft hairs at his nape. "Feeling a little melancholy?"
"A bit. Summer's ending, and it always makes me a little sad. Plus I'm exhausted from all the kids trying to get a last chance in at the wall."
"About that…" He took Jack's hand and led him into a quiet corner. "I know you've been climbing."
Jack instantly tensed up with nerves. "No, I haven't," he lied.
"You have, but I'm not going to argue it. I would actually like to ask a favor of you."
"If it means I don't get fired, I'll do anything," he sighed.
"I would like you to teach me to climb."
Jack looked at him with a mixture of confusion and shock. "But you hate climbing. You barely made yourself do it the one time."
"I know, but you love climbing almost as much as you love me. I'd like to be able to share that with you."
"You would really do that for me?" His expression softened.
"I'd like to at least try." Pitch cupped Jack's cheek and brushed his thumb along a cheekbone. "Will you help me?"
"Seriously? Of course I would!" Jack grinned excitedly. "And if you get into it enough, I could even drag you along when Dad and I go on our climbing trips."
"God, you're adorable when you're excited." Pitch smiled and kissed him softly. "I'm yours whenever you're free."
"Come by tomorrow at closing up time then. I can get you started, and then we can have dinner together?"
"Perfect. I can't wait."
"I really think you'll enjoy it when you don't have the urgency of a grumpy fake boyfriend pouting at the top of the wall," Jack joked.
"Hmm, yes. Instead I'll have the pleasure of watching my darling boyfriend's pert, little butt climbing up above me."
"Maybe after you're adequate. Until then, I'll probably be hiding safely on the ground and out of swinging distance."
"I will be expecting many kisses when I inevitably injure myself."
"I'll be waiting with lips ready." He smiled and pressed said lips to Pitch's cheek. "Sorry for lying."
"I was a little upset, but you were able to handle it. I accepted defeat."
"I've been climbing my whole life. Did you really think I couldn't handle a little one-handed climbing?"
"Forgive me. I was being stupid and overprotective of you. Now I know better."
"Good. I'm an overall difficult person to handle. I might make reckless decisions at times, but that doesn't mean I need someone to control my life. I'd much rather have someone to help me bandage my wounded ego when my decisions turn out to be stupid."
"I'd like to do both, if you'll let me. I want you to need me as much as I need you."
"I do need you. With or without my stupid reckless choices." Jack's fingers stroked a sharp cheekbone as he looked deep into molten gold eyes. He knew in his heart right then that it was true; he needed Pitch more than anything.
"As I need you. You've become so necessary for my happiness that I may never recover if I were to lose you." Pitch leaned into the caress, turning his head to brush his lips against Jack's fingertips. "So do try to avoid any serious injuries or incidents."
"No guarantees, but I'll try." He pushed up to kiss him softly. "Don't want my boyfriend getting grey hairs before he's even twenty-five, right?"
"Oh, you are a teasing thing," Pitch chuckled, biting Jack's lower lip and releasing it before anyone could notice. "Shall I see you tonight?"
"Of course." Jack smiled knowingly. "The usual spot?"
"Not tonight. Meet me in the showers." Pitch smiled. "We'll start there."
"After the talent show?"
"When everyone's exhausted and tucked into bed."
"I'll see you then."
"Good. See you then, boyfriend."
The talent show was a delightful blend of performances. There were dancers and singers; some kids even managed to pull off a somewhat decent juggling act. Jack couldn't help but snicker behind his hand at how cute his boyfriend looked helping his cabin set up their instruments on stage. He was pretty sure he was hollering louder than anyone else when they introduced their act.
Pitch approached the microphone as the lights were turned low and the spotlight flashed on. "You're just too good to be true/ I can't take my eyes off of you/ You'd be like heaven to touch/ I wanna hold you so much/ At long last love has arrived/ And I thank God I'm alive/ You're just too good to be true/ Can't take my eyes off of you," Pitch crooned, giving Jack a wink.
Jack blushed but cheered with everyone else when they were finished. He was surprised to find out just how good of a singer Pitch was, and he fully intended to make him sing for him again later. Jack gave him and the kids a high five before taking the stage with his own cabin. He took the mic while the boys got set up. "Hello, everyone. This will be the final performance for tonight. Luckily for all of you, I won't be singing. In fact, I was told I wasn't allowed to perform because I quote 'don't have any talents except rock climbing,'" he laughed with everyone else. Jack looked at the row of counselors in the front row. "This little skit is for our wonderful counselors who will be leaving us after next week. So I hope you enjoy what they're calling the 'funnest finale ever.'" He took his seat just off stage as everyone cheered for the cabin to begin.
The skit went off without a hitch. The leaving counselors loved seeing themselves being played as these holiday figures and guardians of children. A few of the kids disappeared off the stage for a few moments before coming back lugging large bins of something. Jamie jumped out on stage suddenly, wearing a baggie blue hoodie he'd borrowed from Jack and a brand new mop head on his head as a white wig. He stood confidently at the front of the stage. "I'm Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun!" Jack fell off his chair laughing. Jamie reached into a bucket and pulled out a slightly melted snowball and threw at Jack, who was still rolling on the floor, with a laugh. The rest of the cabin turned around with their own snowballs and started throwing them at the special guest counselors and the audience. The counselors ran on stage laughing to grab snowballs of their own and get revenge on the kids.
"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" one of the kids yelled, sending the whole hall of people scrambling to the bins for weapons to defend themselves with.
Pitch made it to one of the bins at the same time as Jack. "Friend or foe?"
"Frie-" He froze when he got a snowball to the face, turning to glare at a grinning Jamie. "Friend if you help me get revenge."
"Deal." Pitch grabbed his own ammo and walked up beside Jack.
"Come back here, Jamie!" Jack grabbed an armful of snowballs and started chasing down his mini-me. Pitch chuckled and ran after them, happily aiding Jack in claiming his revenge.
By the time they ran out of snowballs, the hall was full of puddles, kids were shivering from the ice, and barricades had been erected as protection. Despite the mess, not a single face wasn't smiling. Jack found Jamie and gathered him up for a hug, looking at his boyfriend. "The resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?"
"He could practically be your son," Pitch snickered, ruffling Jamie's hair.
Jack took the mop head and put it on top of his own hair as Jamie ran off. "I think he's trying to say something about my hair."
"I don't know." Pitch lifted the mop head with one finger. "I don't think it does you justice." He leaned forward and nuzzled under Jack's ear. "A mop and a head of winter fire don't have much in common."
"Winter fire?" He raised an eyebrow with a laugh. "Are you a poet now?"
"Only for you."
"Awwww. How sweet of you."
"Shut up. You like my poetry."
"I do. I love it as much as I love you."
"You're adorable, you know that? It really makes me want to kiss you."
"We could always head to our meeting spot a little early and you could do just that."
"Soon, my darling. I need complete privacy to do what I want, and I need the showers completely empty." Pitch teasingly bit the sensitive lobe of Jack's ear. "I have such ideas for you, especially after seeing you covered in snow."
"You're definitely more creative than I thought you were before all this." Jack shivered, and he wasn't sure if it was from the melted ice on his clothes or Pitch's mouth.
"Only for you," Pitch repeated as he dipped his fingertips just below the waistband of Jack's pants, caressing sharp hip bones. "Dry off, put your kids to bed, and come to me."
"Yes, sir. I'll see you soon." He brushed some melting ice off Pitch's head before heading out to his cabin. He was thankful for once that it was still somewhat warm this close to sunset, but his warm, dry clothes and a blanket still sounded amazing.
Pitch smiled up at Jack as he walked into the showers. "I think you're a little overdressed for what I need you for."
"Well, you didn't exactly tell me what I was here for." Jack snickered but pulled his shirt over his head. "And I wasn't going to walk through camp naked."
"True. You might have raised some eyebrows."
"So what exactly do you need me for?"
"What do you think?" Pitch pulled Jack further into the room.
"You think I'm stinky?"
"Nope. Try again."
"I'm...being treated to a sauna?"
"Hmm, close, but not quite. Try again."
"Oh! I'm going be treated to a nice shower where you do all the cleaning and I get to just stand there." He grinned.
Pitch pushed Jack up against the wall, his chest pressing him there. "You are being very difficult," he purred, turning the shower on to a warm heat. As the water sprayed down on them, his fingers teasingly pushed at Jack's pants. "You know how I feel when you're difficult."
"I know you feel frustrated when I do. And that you also get turned on by it," Jack whispered hoarsely, reaching behind to grope Pitch through his pants.
"I'm not sure whether I want to slap you or bend you over and make you scream in pleasure." Pitch ripped Jack's pants down his legs and threw them aside. He pushed his hips against Jack's rear and ground against him. "Which one should I choose, I wonder?"
"If I have any say, you should go with the pleasure one." He pushed back against his boyfriend and enjoyed the feeling off the rough fabric against his skin.
"Why am I not surprised?" Pitch chuckled deeply. "You were so beautiful tonight. Your hair sparkling with ice, your cheeks pink, and your eyes bright. Positively beautiful."
"Winter is my favorite season because of the snow. I guess it fits me."
"It most certainly does." Pitch lowered his head to Jack's neck to kiss and bite at the pale column as his hands fondled his chest.
"I'm glad you think so if it gets this sort of reaction out of you." Jack's fingers moved down to stroke himself even as his hips swayed sensually against Pitch's groin.
"Just imagine how I'll feel in a few months, once it actually snows." One hand reached down and gripped Jack's wrists, pulling them up and pinning them above his head. "I won't be able to keep my hands off you."
"I can't wait," he said with a little bit of a whine at his hands being moved. "It'll give me even more reasons to love the season."
"You shock me." Pitch moved his head to mark the other side of Jack's neck. "You didn't comment on my plans about still being with you that long."
"I'm really trying my best not to worry about the future," Jack moaned softly. "I fail a lot of the time, but I'm trying."
"Oh, baby, you don't have to worry. This thing between us is no summer fling. I'm yours for good. This will only end when you say so." Pitch used his knee to spread Jack's legs farther apart.
"But how do you know? When we leave camp, things'll change." His head fell forward to rest against the shower wall. "We'll have to face reality in the real world."
"Like that you're stubborn, annoying, and messy?" Pitch chuckled and rubbed himself between Jack's legs. "I know all that, and I still want you so much it hurts."
"And what about the real-world problems we'll have?" Jack bit his lip to resist moaning. "School, work, social lives?"
"I don't know. All I know is that you're going to have to be the one to end this, because I'm not walking away. I'm prepared to fight for you."
"I'm scared, Pitch," he whispered. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, and I don't know what'll happen when we leave camp."
"Don't be scared." Pitch cupped a hand under Jack's chin and turning him into a deep kiss. "I have you. You're mine and I'm yours, for as long as you want me."
"Right now, I want you forever." Jack pushed forward and quickly shoved Pitch's clothes off desperately. "I really hope we'll both feel the same when we leave."
"Are you really so different in the real world?" Pitch purred, taking two handfuls of Jack's rear and squeezing. "Is this the beauty of the beast?"
"I don't think I'm that two-sided, but you never know. Camp is so different from everywhere else." He groaned when he finally got Pitch's pants pushed off and their flesh was free to rub against each other.
"I'm willing to wait and see. I know I'm crazy about you, and I doubt you're so very different." Pitch lifted Jack up so his legs wrapped around his waist and his back was pressed to the shower wall.
Jack reached down to stroke at thick cock rubbing teasingly against him. "I love you," he whispered before taking Pitch's lips hungrily.
"I love you, baby. I love you so damn much," Pitch moaned into Jack's mouth, returning his kiss passionately.
"Condom. Now," Jack growled under his breath. "I need you so bad right now." He rolled forward, his weeping length loving the friction and wet warmth.
Pitch lowered Jack to the ground with a loving bite to his bottom lip. "Stay. I have to get the condom." He went and grabbed a packet from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling the condom on. The look he gave Jack was almost predatory as he grabbed him again. "Now where were we?"
"I believe you were about to show me how much you love me." Jack hopped up into his arms with an eager grin. "By fucking me senseless."
"I love your filthy mouth," he moaned, claiming Jack's mouth in another kiss as he thrust inside all at once. Jack bit down hard on Pitch's bottom lip. Inwardly, he was praising his lover for the shower idea. The warmth and slickness the water provided seemed to heighten everything. He felt like even Pitch's smell was stronger in the steamy air. Pitch groaned at the sharp flash of pain in his lip. He walked Jack back to the wall again, pressing him against it as he thrust. The hard resistance at his back let him go even deeper. "You feel so good, baby. I'm so fucking addicted to you."
"Give me more, bad boy!" Jack cried out. His arms tightened around Pitch's neck. "Fuck me harder. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow."
"Yes, baby," Pitch growled, biting small bruises onto Jack's neck while he pounded into him. "Anything you want."
"Fuck, I love you." Despite his nails being short, Jack clutched at him so tightly he left claw marks up the man's back.
Pitch growled loudly. "God, I can't wait to fill you, baby. Can't wait to make a mess out of you." He bit Jack's neck hard, slamming Jack's hips back against the wall with each thrust.
Jack's fingers moved instead to bury deep in Pitch's hair and tug hard when every thrust sent pleasure shooting up his spine. "Make me yours," he groaned. He pressed his forehead against his lover's and tried to steal a kiss whenever their ragged breathing allowed for it.
Pitch kissed his as deeply as he could, their tongues battling for control. "I want to feel you, darling. I want to feel you inside."
"I love you," he whispered breathlessly. Jack reached down to tug desperately at his own length.
"No," Pitch growled and grabbed Jack's wrist to pin it above his head. "Don't touch."
"Please," Jack begged. His voice sounded more like a whine, but he would deny it later. "So close."
Long fingers teasingly pinched Jack's nipple before sliding down his stomach. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, wrapping his fingers around Jack's length and slowly stroking it.
Jack's back arched from the wall with a loud moan. "More, please."
"Yes, baby," Pitch growled, speeding up his stroking as he pounded hard inside him.
"Fuck! Pitch!" He cried out, face scrunching up in pleasure. "I'm gonna-"
"Hold it, baby. Let's cum together."
"Hurry," he groaned and bit his lip hard in an attempt to distract himself from the pleasure.
Pitch released Jack's length and gripped his hips, now putting all his strength and effort into thrusting inside him. "Are you ready, baby?"
"More than ready." Blue eyes cracked open to peek at his boyfriend. Golden eyes met blue as he thrust a few more times before going still, the condom filling up with his release inside Jack. Jack watched in fascination as his cum painted his lover's chest and was almost instantly washed away by the shower He sagged bonelessly against Pitch.
Pitch wrapped his arms around Jack and held him protectively as the water washed them clean. "My beautiful boy."
"I think I got my wish…"
"To be fucked senseless? Or to have someone desperately devoted to you?"
"Both," he chuckled. "And to not be able to walk tomorrow."
"I was trying not to grant that particular wish, but you just felt so good," Pitch purred as he nuzzled t Jack's neck. "I could only think that I wanted you to feel me for days."
"Oh, I'll definitely be feeling you for days."
Pitch chuckled and kissed him deeply. "Now that I've had you, I don't think I could live without you."
"You think you couldn't? Just imagine how I feel!" Jack happily returned the kiss with a soft moan.
"No one will satisfy you but me now, yeah?"
"No one."
"So this cute little butt won't be happy without me?" Pitch teased, sucking on Jack's lower lip.
"Never again. You've won this cute little butt's complete devotion."
Pitch chuckled. "When this summer is over, I want to take you on a real date. Pick you up at your place, romance you, the whole thing."
"I'd like that. A lot." Jack leaned in to kiss him softly.
"And except for the constantly sleeping with each other part, we'd date like any normal couple. You know what I mean?"
"I know what that means to me. What does it mean to you?"
"Well, it means dinner, trips to the movie theater, maybe bowling if you'd like. Obviously teaching me how to climb. And then, when you're absolutely sure that I'm not going anywhere, you're going to ask me a question. Shall I tell you what that question will be?"
"What is the question?"
"'Will you be my official boyfriend?' You'll ask me, and then I'll take you in my arms and kiss you senseless."
"You mean we aren't official already?"
"We're summer official. I'm talking real world official. Meeting your family, moving in, fucking you without a condom," Pitch chuckled. "I know we're real, and I know we'll last. I want you to be absolutely sure of that."
"That sounds amazing." Jack smiled and kissed him again. "I look forward to being real-world official with you."
"Me too, baby."
Song used: Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons
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