GG:::: You. You... *backs up* stop reaching for me! You can't do that through the computer! It won't work! I've tried it!
You've survived waiting for 3 days, right? You'll live, I think. I hope... DON'T DIE ON ME!
So much more naughty than previous chapters… Goodness me… Pitch, you dirty, dirty boy, stop turning Jack into a hormonal teenager! Stop it! *waggles finger* Stop it right now…!
In Love With A Killer (Chapter Ten) (Why do I put the chapters in parenthesis?)
After the little episode in the bathroom, Jack made sure to wash himself off a little, get rid of any smell, really, and hide the new toy away with the other one. When he went back downstairs, Mary was building a little popsicle stick house. It was adorable!
Jack did some of his homework and helped her with her project. She had to make a habitat that she would be okay living in. Most people were doing mansions and stuff, but she said she wanted to make a cute little cottage with trees and a little pond. So, Jack helped her make mini trees. They made one a cherry blossom tree, because Mary thought they were pretty, and to make the blossoms they painted popcorn.
When they'd finished, Jack said, "If I were a two inch tall person, I'd totally live in that cottage." Mary laughed and playfully shoved him. After that he finished his homework and the two played some videogames together: virtual boxing. When the games got boring, Jack and Mary went out into the backyard and began playing pretend.
After a couple hours pretending to be fairies, their mother called them in for dinner. Jack smiled happily when he managed to shoot some food at Mary without his mother noticing. When Mary tried to do the same, she got caught, and Jack was finally able to laugh at her being found out.
"I win," he had said, smiling. Mary only stuck her tongue out at him and ate her food.
Finishing supper, the two kids sat on the couch and watched some cartoons. Jack sent a few texts to Pitch while they watched. Pitch said he missed him.
"Who're you texting?" Mary asked, peering over his shoulder.
Pouting, Jack tried to pull his phone away. But she managed to see it anyway, and she asked, "Pitch…? Is that the creepy looking guy from the park?"
"He's not creepy looking!" Jack argued, pushing her away, "He's nice!"
Mary folded her arms across her chest. "He's creepy looking," she said, "He's too tall, and his eyes are scary…"
Jack waved her off. "I think his height is cute," Jack said, "Makes him look like his arms and legs are too long." He blushed a little seeing the face she gave him.
"Wait, are you saying you like him?" she asked, blinking at him in surprise, "Like, you actually like like him?"
"Oh, shut up," Jack grumbled, pushing his palm into her face, "He's attractive… It's not my fault…"
Mary giggled at him. "You like him! You have a crush on him!" she said, bouncing up at down. Soon she began to chant "Jack's got a crush, Jack's got a crush" over and over again in a sing-song voice, mocking him for his feelings. He felt like his cheeks were boiling.
"Shut up, already!" Jack whined, tucking his phone away, "Leamme alone!" But Mary kept teasing him, and nothing he said or did would get her to stop.
His mother came out and heard Mary teasing. "Whose Jack got a crush on?" she asked, smiling a little at how embarrassed Jack looked. She ignored the way he whined 'mom' after she asked and looked to his sister.
Mary bounced up and down on the couch and said, "He's got a crush on this really tall, creepy looking guy, named Pitch! He's got yellow eyes and black hair and he's all scary lookin!"
"He is not!" Jack whined unhappily, "You're just jealous!"
His mother laughed at him, as did Mary. "Well, maybe sometime I'll get to meet this really creepy guy," she said, sitting down to join them in TV time, "Right, Jack?"
"Like heck you are," Jack grumbled, looking away, "I'm not bringing him here so that Mary can make fun of me some more!" Mary laughed happily and started chanting again. Jack felt like his cheeks were on fire he was so embarrassed.
His mother laughed lightly and asked from her rocking chair, "Well, is he nice?"
"Mmhmm," Jack replied, still not looking at her, "When I came home with blue hair the other day he didn't make fun of me for it, unlike someone," he frowned at Mary, who only giggled, "He just smiled and ruffled my hair."
His mother smiled again. "Do you think he likes you back?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jack said, blushing, "He kissed me already… A couple times… Mostly on the cheek…" He lied on purpose, but Mary was already squealing with giggles and making kissy faces.
"How old is he?" his mother asked, smiling warmly at him.
"Only like, two, maybe three years older than me," Jack said, "He's definitely old enough to drink, so probably three…" he said, mentioning that Sanderson had asked him to go to the bar with them today.
His mother smiled, ignoring his sister's teasings now, and said, "Well, I'm happy you've found someone who you like so much…" Jack smiled at that and slowly the teasing died down. After a while they all just enjoyed sitting and watching TV together.
When it was time for bed, Jack texted Pitch again, telling him he was going to sleep, and he better not wake him up just to ask him to moan for him. Pitch had texted back 'but you make the sweetest little moans.'
Stretching in bed, Jack snuggled off to sleep. When his phone went off later, waking him up, Jack frowned at seeing that it was Pitch. Opening it up, he said, "I told you not to call me…! I'm not gonna touch myself…!"
"Alright, then, I will," Pitch said, and Jack gasped in surprise when he heard Pitch moaning softly on the other end of the line. Damnit, now he was getting turned on.
"Cut it out," he grumbled, "I wanna get a good night's sleep tonight. Not masturbate to you talking again…!" Pitch moaned louder, and Jack knew it was on purpose. Cursing quietly, Jack reached into his boxers and began to jerk himself off. He fell forward a little, moaning with Pitch now, but less loudly, and let his eyes fall shut.
"Th-that's it, Jack," Pitch choked out between soft moans, "Come with me…"
And after a few more desperate pumps to his shaft, that's exactly what Jack did. He couldn't help it. He let a soft mewl escape him while he rode out his orgasm high, and he listened as Pitch growled with his orgasm.
He heard Pitch sigh. "I love having phone sex with you," he said, chuckling lightly, "You moan like a virgin, and I love it…" Jack whimpered quietly and lay there for a while longer, listening to Pitch coo all sorts of dirty things into his ear. At one point Pitch asked, "Want me to buy you another toy? I could always go get you something a little bigger."
Jack pushed himself up and rubbed his forehead. "The two you got me are enough, thanks," he grumbled, "If you get me something any bigger I'm not gonna be able to hide it…"
"How'd you like the new one, anyway? Did it feel good inside you?" he asked, obviously knowing what Jack's answer would be. Jack chose not to respond to that, and instead just say that he was fine with the two little vibrators he had. "It touched things inside you the other one couldn't, didn't it, Jack?" Pitch hissed sinuously, "Vibrating against the walls of your anus and making you come… It must've felt wonderful. Almost as good as being fucked, right Jack?"
Jack was angry that Pitch's dirty talk got him hot. He wished it didn't. He was pretty sure Pitch knew how it affected him and was doing it on purpose, but that only made him angrier. "I'm not putting it in, so just stop," he grumbled.
"But didn't you love how it felt? The juices dripping out of you while you shoved it in and out… You loved that, Jack, didn't you…?" Jack was whimpering with the effort it took not to touch himself again. "You love feeling something shoved up your ass, Jack. And you can't ever wait to feel it again… You want to keep it inside you so you can feel that good all the time… You want to become a little whore, don't you?"
"Damnit," Jack growled, getting up and going to the dresser. He pulled the blue vibrator out and went back to his bed with it. "I hate you for this," he hissed at Pitch before reaching around and pushing the plastic rod into himself. He moaned softly at the intrusion, and then moaned a little louder when he turned the vibrations on.
Pitch chuckled at him over the phone and he seduced him while Jack masturbated. It didn't take very long, just like the last time, but it obviously made Pitch happy. Jack was exhausted after that.
"God, I'm really gonna be out when I go back to sleep," he mumbled, putting the toy back away. Pitch laughed at him.
"You're welcome, baby," he said, "Sweet dreams, Jack… Love you."
"Love you too," Jack said before turning his phone off and climbing into bed again. He fell straight asleep the second his head hit the pillow. And he was dead asleep until his alarm went off- it was one of the best nights of sleep he had gotten in a long time.
He got himself ready for the rest of the day and was happy to be the only one awake yet. For a few minutes he walked around completely naked- just because he could. With a little sister and a mom, boys just weren't allowed to walk around in their birthday suits. So, Jack took the chance and basked in the moment.
Of course he got dressed before he went and took the bus. He'd rather die than go to school naked. And that was saying something!
School was nothing special, so Jack chose to forget everything that happened today and focus on work. Sophie was back, which made him happy, and the two did the thing they did best- draw. They drew dragons and dragon tamers, and lions, and flowers. And Sophie was so happy to do it; she said staying home was boring because she didn't get to see him. He smiled and ruffled her hair after that.
He and the kids played 'red light, green light' inside today. And Sanderson even joined in at one point. Jack got to run and try to hold still while Sandy called out green light and red light. Once when he yelled red light, Jack had fallen forward, flat onto his face, and that made everyone else laugh, and thus move, and therefore, everyone lost that game. But it was still fun.
When parents arrived, Jack made sure to say goodbye. Sanderson too. Once everyone had gone, the two went around to lock up, and Sandy thanked him for looking like an idiot.
Outside, Jack saw Pitch already halfway down the walkway to get him, and Sand waved goodbye before heading off. Pitch quickly gathered Jack in a warm hug, kissing him repeatedly.
"I missed you, baby," Pitch whispered, kissing Jack's neck over and over again, "I couldn't stop thinking about you…"
Jack smiled. "Aw, I missed you too," he said, pecking Pitch on the lips. "I missed looking up into big yellow eyes and being attacked by kisses," he said.
Pitch grinned. "Well, here, let me make up for the time you've been away," he whispered before littering Jack's face and neck with kisses. Some were just soft pecks, others were long, slow licks, and others still were sucks to soft flesh. Pitch really was affectionate…!
Giggling softly, Jack forced Pitch away from his Adam's apple and pulled him into a proper make-out session. He moaned quietly as Pitch rubbed one hand up and down his back, occasionally stopping to cup his ass. At one point Pitch goosed him, and Jack yelped with the feeling. But soon he laughed and went back to kissing him, allowing Pitch to grope him repeatedly without argument.
He didn't even mind when Pitch's hand slid into the back of his pants and a finger wiggled up into his body. He moaned a little more helplessly, but didn't say a word against the touch. Pitch seemed thrilled by that.
"You're really making progress," he said, kissing his cheek, "Only a few days ago you wouldn't even let me put my hand in your pants, now look at you!"
Jack smiled. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me," he said, making sure his voice was husky and sexual. Pitch growled hungrily at him and dove back in for another kiss while he fingered Jack's ass. Jack moaned as his tongue ran along every corner of his mouth, and pushed his lips into his love's a little more forcefully.
When their lips parted, Pitch made sure to push his finger in and out of him a little faster, and a little more roughly. "Think you'll be ready to have sex soon?" he asked, grinning at the way Jack's eyelids fluttered. Jack was overcome by the sensation of Pitch finger fucking him; he could barely focus on anything but the pleasure it brought him.
Pitch grinned at him again and pulled his finger out. Jack whimpered at the loss of feeling, but Pitch kissed his neck and suddenly two fingers were forcing their way into his hole. Jack gasped loudly, and Pitch had to kiss him to silence the whimpers of pain escaping his lover. Soon though, he was silencing moans of pleasure instead of whimpers. Jack liked the feeling of Pitch touching the inside of his body.
Before long Jack was clawing Pitch's shoulders to keep himself supported and rocking his hips back into Pitch's fingers, desperate to feel more. It felt good; better than the vibrator had, because Pitch slid in and out and moved around and stroked his fingertips against spots inside him that Jack never knew were there. Gasping and moaning against his lover's lips, Jack tried to force his eyes to stay open so he could look at Pitch when he came. But his eyelids felt impossibly heavy. It was like each flick of Pitch's tongue, each scissor of his fingers in him, made his eyelids ten pounds heavier.
He moaned a little more insistently as his orgasm crept closer. He rocked his hips wildly into Pitch's touch, too, though he didn't realize he was doing it. A few more thrusts of those fingers into him and Jack was moaning and shuddering with his release.
Pitch smiled against his lips and gently slid his fingers in and out, easing Jack down out of his pleasure high, and then let their lips slide apart. He grinned at the strand of saliva connecting his tongue to Jack's: neither one of them was closing their mouths.
Finally Pitch pulled his fingers out and let Jack stand up on his own. He grinned at the shimmer of bodily fluids on his fingers, and he licked them slowly. Jack blushed when he realized what Pitch was doing, and tried to look away.
"You taste wonderful, Jack," he whispered, licking his fingers clean, "You taste like a virgin…" Now Jack knew he was blushing, and he made sure to stare intently at a blade of grass.
Pitch's arms snaked around him and he kissed Jack's forehead. "Such a naughty boy," he whispered, kissing him again, "Letting yourself get fingered out in the open like this… Such a little whore…"
"Pitch, stop it," Jack whimpered. Pitch kissed him again.
"You know I love you," he whispered down to the teenager.
"Yeah, I know," Jack said, "But sometimes you can go a little bit too far…"
Pitch kissed his cheek and waited for Jack to look at him. "I'm sorry," he said, giving Jack sad puppy eyes. Jack smiled softly at him and kissed him softly on the lips.
"It's okay," Jack said, "I forgive you…" Standing there in Pitch's arms, Jack smiled again and said, "I love you."
"Love you too, Jack," Pitch whispered, nuzzling the boy's neck sweetly, "Love you more than life itself…" Jack laughed a little and snuggled with Pitch for a minute or two more before they decided to start walking.
As they walked, they held hands. "My sister and I might go skating at the ice rink tonight," Jack said absently at one point.
"Oh, I wish I could join you," Pitch said, smiling, "But I've got work tonight and I can't bail on that…"
"That's okay, I'm sure you'll call me again tonight anyway," Jack said, smiling mischievously up at Pitch. Pitch caught the look and gave Jack a naughty grin. Yup, these two were perfect for each other- they were walking down a public road making hints at sex. And they were totally comfortable with that.
Giving Pitch one last kiss, Jack went his way home, and Pitch went his way to work. Jack waved back at him, and blinked when he found himself doing exactly what Pitch did- looking back over his shoulder again and again to catch one last glimpse of him. It was kind of funny to realize he was doing it. But he really had grown to love Pitch over the past week or so. Maybe he picked up a few of his quirks on the way.
When he got home Jack immediately asked his little sister if she wanted to go skating. His mother laughed at their enthusiasm and said she wanted them home by five. So the two siblings rushed outside and practically skipped down the street toward the ice rink.
Jack helped her pull her skates on, but she said she wanted to tie them herself, and Jack put his own pair on. The two raced around the rink in laps, saying that they were race horses and it was the Kentucky Derby. Jack was faster, just because he was bigger and had a bigger leg span, but he purposely let his little sister win most of the races. He liked seeing her happy.
After being there for over an hour, a familiar head of blonde hair skated their way. Mary shrieked happily when she saw Tianna and rushed forward. Tia picked her up and spun her around a few times on the ice.
Jack slid over to her, stopping with a tiny spray of snowflakes at his feet, and asked how she had been doing at her new school. "Good, good," she said, "The routines are intense, but it's fun."
"Dancin up a storm, right?" he asked, smiling at how Mary bounced around and pretended to dance when he said it.
"Oh yeah," she replied, following Mary in a few spins, "I made the cut in the audition, but the shows we're doing at the ballet are crazy challenging."
Tianna helped Mary twirl on one of her feet and Jack laughed. "Nothing you can't handle, though, right?" he asked, squatting down and watching his little sister's hair fly out around her head while she spun.
Tia laughed happily and soon the two girls were dancing and spinning and Tia was tossing Mary in the air while she did tricks. Jack smiled and sat back to watch them. He actually set his butt down on the ice for a while. He noticed that he felt like he was open a little wider between his cheeks, but Jack figured that probably happened after having something stretching you out from the inside.
When it was about ten to five Jack called to Mary and told her they had to get going. She pouted unhappily, but went back to him anyway and let him help take her skates off.
As they walked down the street, Jack smiled each time Mary jumped over a crack in the road. She was singing the little song about not stepping on a crack or you'll break your momma's back. When they got home it was basically time to eat.
And after that Jack was going to watch TV when his phone went off. It was Pitch. Grinning, he said he had to answer, mentioning that it was Pitch and smiling when his mother smiled, and he hurried up to his bedroom to talk to his boyfriend.
"Hiya," he said when he opened it up.
He heard Pitch chuckle on the other end of the line. "Hi," he replied. "You two go skating?"
"Yup," Jack said, "Saw my buddy Tia while we were there too. Apparently she's being worked like a dog at her dance school."
Pitch hummed appreciatively over the phone and the two had a happy little conversation about whatever they felt like talking about. It was nice.
"Is it normal to feel like your hole is bigger after this?" Jack asked, rubbing his bottom, he almost felt sore. "Cuz mine feels like it's still really wide…"
He heard Pitch chuckled over the line, but he answered, "Yeah, that's normal. If you wanna test to see if it is, you could always test it by putting-"
Jack cut him off. "Pitch," he said, scolding him. Pitch laughed and said he was only kidding. "Maybe I'll check later," Jack said, "But right now we're having a nice, normal conversation. Let's have this one stay clean, okay?"
"Oh, alright," Pitch said. They talked for a while longer; Jack's mom knocked on his door at one point and told him dinner was ready.
Jack chuckled. "My mom says hi," he said after she told him to tell Pitch that.
"Tell her I say hi back," Pitch said. Jack did.
With a soft giggle, Jack said, "Alright, Pitch, I gotta go down an' have dinner, okay? I'll call you later. Love you."
"Love you too, Jack," Pitch said.