And Now that I've returned from the land of the dead, let's get back to the smutty relationship that is BlackIce.
Jack gasped loudly as Pitch rutted against him. He couldn't remember having sex the night before, but when the older man entered him it didn't hurt anywhere near as much as he thought it would. "A-ahh!" he jolted when the thin fingers clawed into his hips.
Pitch watched his teenage love as he pounded into him. He wanted to memorize every detail of his face during this intimate moment. Jack moaned loudly when he shoved himself into his prostate. Pitch grinned at the way his entire body twisted in on itself. So beautiful…
Kissing Jack's nose, Pitch whispered, "I'm going to make sure you never love anyone else."
Jack blinked up at him and mumbled a few incoherent words before moaning again. Whether or not he wanted to be owned, Pitch didn't care, he wasn't going to let this gift get away. He pummeled his prostate, watching Jack's body arch, as hard as he could.
Within a few moments the teen was crying like a babe. His spine bending as he spilled his load. Pitch grinned at the way his eyelids fluttered over those icy blues. He would definitely be writing about this later.
And of course, immediately after such an event, Jack passed out. He didn't exactly mind this time, he had been conscious for the sex. Of course, he would probably have more inspiration from the non-consensual sex. A serial killer raping the dead bodies of his victims and the- Gah!
Walking away, Pitch ran his fingers through his hair angrily. He had just had sex with an incredible, beautiful boy, and all he could think about was writing a book! He had wanted Jack so terribly before this, and now, now all he was thinking of was a serial killer. Having sex with dead bodies.
He went back into the bedroom and looked down at Jack, lying there peacefully. A little angel… Touching his fingertips to the snow white hair, Pitch sighed. Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He began cleaning him up. At least make him presentable for his ne family when they came home.
After Jack was re-clothed and nestled happily in his blankets, Pitch went downstairs and flipped open his laptop. He quickly began typing away, and of course, wrote about a serial killer who enjoyed mating with deceased humans. During the course of the story, Pitch found himself writing about how the killer's latest victim's eyes fluttered as he was strangled. The victim, a blue-eyed boy, gasped and choked as the killer yanked his air away. And just like that, the dancing pinks of those eyelids fell completely shut for the final time. A gorgeous sight.
Everything he was writing about was related to Jack. Maybe he needed to sleep with him more often. He'd be inviting that boy over a lot.
He typed away until Nick came home. Jack slept the whole time. Pitch wasn't surprised- he had gotten laid. That was sure to tire him out.
"Pitch!" the fat, jolly man cheered when he came back, "How have you been? Was Jack good for you?"
Smirking at a dirty little thought that popped into his head, Pitch replied, "Yes, he was just fine. Sound asleep upstairs, actually." Nick smiled brightly. "He's a good kid."
The two walked into his sitting room. Nick's wife walked off to another room. Reclining back into the rocking chair, Pitch listened as Nick told him all about their time. Apparently his wife's brother had been there with his newest grandson. He said he was adorable, only four years old, and looked just like his dad. Pitch didn't even know the man, but he just nodded and smiled.
They sat and talked for a long time. He stayed until five in the morning. Good night's sleep? Not likely. Wasn't he supposed to be meeting with his editor later? He couldn't remember much past wanting to get in Jack's pants.
Not the longest chapter, but hey, it's better than the last one.
