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Jack stood just outside his car, staring up at the house Pitch had given him the address to. The house itself didn't seem intimidating at all, a very different feeling than what he first got from his new boyfriend. At least, he thought Pitch was his boyfriend now; they hadn't really discussed titles since the dance or anything. Jack pulled at the tie he still had on from the play, feeling like he was choking. It took him awhile, but he finally built up the courage to walk up and knock on the front door. Pitch opened it and smiled down at Jack. He had changed from the suit he had worn to Jack's performance into a red sweater and black pajama bottoms. "Would you like to come in, my prince?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Jack chuckled. Seeing him look so cozy helped a little to alleviate some of his nerves.

Pitch took Jack's hand and led him inside, closing the door behind him. Long fingers gripped Jack's shoulders and slowly removed his jacket. "Shall we go sit down or do you just want to go upstairs?"

"Would it be rude of us to just go straight upstairs?" He held onto Pitch's hand tightly like it was his lifeline.

"Not at all." Pitch led him upstairs to his room. He opened the door and let Jack walk in first. "Here we are."

"Yes….Here...we are." Jack set his backpack down by the closet door, slowly looking around the room. He admired Smaug in his habitat as he toed off his shoes.

"Welcome to my home, thief."

"Thief?" He raised an eyebrow. "I might be a lot of things, but I'm no thief."

"You've stolen my heart."

"I see. I'm okay with being a thief in that respect."

"So...what now?"

Jack smacked his forehead, groaning, "I don't know."

"What would you like to happen?"

"What we talked about, I guess. Since I ended up not being able to come over this week, I feel super weird now."

"Okay." Pitch slowly approached Jack, his eyes never leaving Jack's. "Remember, nothing will happen tonight that you don't want."

"I know. I trust you," he whispered.

Pitch gripped Jack's hips, smiling down at him. "Do your parents know you're staying the night?"

"They know I'm staying over. I'm not sure if they figured out for themselves that I'm losing my virginity or not, but I wasn't going to outright tell them that detail."

"That might be an awkward talk," Pitch chuckled as he reached up to loosen Jack's tie more. "Especially since they just met me. Your mother is a very kind woman, by the way."

"She liked you too. Wouldn't stop talking about how handsome and tall you were after we went our separate ways."

"And how did you respond? Did you blush and smile with pride?"

"Maybe a little." His cheeks flushed with an embarrassed smile.

"Only a little?"

"Okay, a lot."

"I was proud watching you tonight."

"Thanks. I was hoping it wouldn't be too obvious how nervous I was by the end of Maria."

"I couldn't tell. I did notice that you looked at me before you kissed your Maria. Worried I'd be jealous?"

"Seriously? Of course I thought you'd be. Why do you think I looked so nervous every time I had to kiss her?"

"I was a little nervous, but then I remembered that I would be the one taking you home tonight."

"I want you to know she's never had a chance with me from the beginning. It was all acting."

"I know," Pitch whispered, bending down to nuzzle under Jack's ear. "I'm better looking than she was anyway."

"Well, you needn't be so harsh," he laughed. "She's not exactly ugly."

"Are you saying she may be just as attractive as me?"

"Never!"

"You sure?"

"Positive. Like you said: I came home with you."

"Damn right." Pitch tugged Jack's tie off his neck, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers then began to work on the buttons of his shirt. Jack tentatively reached out so his own fingers could sneak under the red sweater. "Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"Not to the extent I'm going to do with you. Some quick fondling at the movies or in the car, but that's about it."

"And you've never orgasmed?"

"I have. I was just wondering if it felt the same for you as it did for me." He rubbed the back of his neck with a heavy blush.

"I have a feeling it'll feel even better once we've been together." Pitch pulled Jack's shirt from his shoulders and let it fall beside his tie. "I'm going to take your pants off now."

Jack nodded in a silent approval. "Can I…?" His own hands lightly tugged at the hem of the red sweater.

"You may."

"Thank goodness," he snickered. "That could've been awkward if you said no."

"Why would I say no? You've fantasized about my skin on yours. We can't really have that if I'm completely clothed."

Jack shrugged. "Because I'm nervous and wanted to crack a joke."

"Why are you nervous?"

"I'm about to lose my virginity to this really good looking guy who I also happen to love very much. Don't worry about me." He stepped forward and slid his arms around Pitch's waist. He might have been skinny, but playing water polo had ensured he was all lean muscle. It amazed him how deceptively hard Pitch was while still being soft and warm to the touch. Jack rested his chin against Pitch's chest and beamed up at him. "I have a feeling my nerves will be long gone soon enough."

"I hope so." Pitch reached up and ran all his fingers through Jack's hair, the nails softly scraping his scalp. "By the end of tonight, I hope you'll have the confidence to ask of me exactly what you want."

"I do have one request I think you could handle."

Pitch quirked a brow. "Oh?"

"You could kiss me. Like you did at Prom when no one was watching."

"I can definitely do that," Pitch whispered. On Jack's next inhale, his lips were claimed thoroughly. He kissed him passionately, deeply, replicating their kiss at Prom but with more intensity. The kiss had a purpose. Jack pulled himself closer, intent on making sure every possible inch of their bare skin touched in that moment. The kiss had him pushing up onto his toes in search of more. Pitch purred deep in his chest as he backed Jack up until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. Pitch pushed him down and fell on top of him, immediately kissing him again. Gentle fingers danced across the wide expanse of Pitch's back as Jack mapped out every last ridge and muscle. He let his hand wander bravely down to grab one firm butt cheek. He found he liked what he felt so much he groaned loudly into Pitch's mouth, surprising himself with it. Jack quickly retracted his hand, his whole face bright red. Pitch chuckled and pulled back, grinning down at him. "Already feeling a little daring?"

"You...have a really nice butt…" Blue eyes looked away.

"Thank you. Would you like to touch it some more?" Jack bit his lip but nodded slowly anyway. "Then touch it."

Jack leaned forward enough to press soft kisses to Pitch's collarbone as his hand returned to its spot, this time bringing its friend as well. He moaned softly against the warm skin. A few moments of fondling was all he needed before he was looking up at Pitch with mischievously inquisitive eyes. "You're not wearing underwear, are you?"

"Hell no," Pitch hummed as he sucked at Jack's neck.

"I'm glad." Jack tried to pull him more firmly down on top of himself. "You can lay down, you know. I'm not going to break."

"Are you giving me permission to crush you?" Pitch smiled. "For your first time, I'm going to be gentle with you. Afterwards...no promises."

"Fine. Well, you can crush me at least now while we're just kissing."

Pitch chuckled. "Open your legs a little more. Wrap them around my waist."

Jack did as he was told and had to bite back another groan when it allowed Pitch's hips to push more firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. "Like this?"

"Exactly like this," Pitch moaned quietly, pressing Jack's hips down into the bed.

"Is this sex? Because it sure feels good already."

"This is only the beginning of foreplay, my prince."

"Well, shucks. I can't even imagine how I'll be feelin' later then," Jack joked. He pushed Pitch's pajama pants away enough so his fingers could grope at the bare flesh that had been teasing him before.

Pitch pushed those hands away and sat back, unbuttoning Jack's pants and pulling the leather belt free from its loops. "Have you touched yourself at all? Put anything inside you?"

Jack resisted pouting when he couldn't reach Pitch's butt anymore. He nodded, mumbling, "I tried to. It felt a little weird."

"That's going to be a problem, since I'm planning on putting something rather large in your butt."

"It wasn't bad or anything. Just...different."

"Hmm…" He got off of Jack long enough to tug his pants and boxers off and toss them aside. Pitch quickly pulled his own pajama pants off and sat still, letting Jack look. "We're going to have to do something about that."

"About...what?" His mouth suddenly dry, Jack couldn't help but stare at Pitch so blatantly displayed before him. His fingers itched to cover himself from that amber gaze but instead reached out to feel Pitch's thighs.

Pitch crawled forward to nestle back between Jack's legs. "It may feel weird at first, but I think you'll enjoy having something in your butt."

Jack moaned when he finally discovered how amazing it felt to be so fully pressed against someone else like that. "H-have you ever done it?"

"Done what?"

"Had someone...you know…"

"Finish your thought, my prince."

He took a deep breath before finally blurting it out. "Have you been the one having someone inside you?"

Pitch smiled and kissed him deeply. "A couple times. I prefer to be on top, but I can be on the bottom if you'd like."

"That's okay." Jack quickly found himself breathless once again. "Not this time, at least."

"I thought so." He moved his head to bite at Jack's neck again, leaving small hickies on the pale skin. Jack bit his lip when his shifting hips had his aching dick rubbing firmly against Pitch's. While his hands quickly moved back to their new favorite body part, his legs tried to pull Pitch closer in search of more of that glorious friction. "How do you want to do this? Shall we look at each other or do you want to be on your belly?"

"What would be easiest for a newbie like me?"

"You can hide your embarrassment better on your belly. I'll be looking in your eyes the whole time if you're on your back."

As if on cue, blue eyes widened. "Belly."

"Okay." Pitch helped maneuver Jack into position, giving him a pillow to hold beneath his head. He caressed Jack's butt, his hands taking two handfuls of flesh. "Spread your legs."

Jack gripped the pillow tightly and shifted his legs apart. "Pitch?" He peered at him over his shoulder.

"Yes, my love?"

"Is your mom home tonight?"

"No. We have the whole place to ourselves, so it's okay if you're a little loud."

"O-okay." He buried his nose in the pillow and was pleasantly surprised by just how much it smelled like Pitch.

"Tell me if I hurt you."

"I will." Jack nodded. Soft hands handled Jack gently and held him down when a warm tongue pushed against him between his cheeks. Jack's hips tried to shift away at first, not sure how to react to such an intimate touch. One hand slid up Jack's back to soothe him as that tongue continued to lick at him. The longer he stayed there, Jack found it more and more pleasant feeling that adept tongue on his body. He muffled his first moans in his pillow.

The tongue on his backside was replaced by a cool liquid and then a finger. "I have you, my prince."

"What are you...doing?" Jack shivered at the weird feeling.

"I'm opening you," Pitch whispered. "I have to stretch you a little so I don't hurt you."

"Makes sense," he mumbled. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Jack mumbled more into his pillow, thankful he wasn't on his back to avoid further embarrassment. "Look at me. I want to kiss you." He hesitantly left the safety of his pillow, turning to look back at Pitch. Pitch smiled and claimed his mouth as another finger joined the first and then a third, all slowly thrusting and spreading inside him. Jack felt a low groan building in his throat. He'd tried playing with himself in the shower that week to get an idea of what to expect, and it had only felt odd. He couldn't tell if it felt better now because he was getting used to the feeling or that it was Pitch making him feel like this. "You feel so good, Jack. Does it feel good for you too?"

"It's better than when I tried doing it to myself."

"Of course. I can get deeper inside you." Pitch licked at his lips, catching his gasp in a kiss. A fourth finger teased at him but only barely pushed inside.

"Much better," Jack gasped again. "When you do it."

"Do you think you're ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Pitch pulled his fingers from Jack's hole, and his weight was soon once more pressing Jack down into the bed. There was some shifting around and a crinkling sound behind him before something thick, hard, and hot slid between his cheeks. Jack's entire body instantly tensed up in shock, his head once again burying in the pillow so he could bite it. "I'll go slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop."

"I'm a-alright." He waved a hand to urge him on.

A hand covered Jack's, offering him an anchor as that hot thing pushed at his hole and slowly pushed inside him. Jack clenched the hand tightly with a wince. It stung but not enough for him to call it off. Pitch didn't stop until he was fully seated inside him, letting him grow accustomed to the fullness. "Ready?"

"I think so." He peeked back at Pitch as he tensed his muscles and shifted around, finding the sting had dulled dramatically. Pitch kissed him as he pulled out and thrust back in slowly. Jack moaned softly against the distracting lips. He gave the hand in his own another squeeze. This lasted a few minutes until Jack was quietly moaning. The thrusts then slowly began to go deeper, harder, faster. The longer it went on, the more Jack relaxed, and the more pleasure he started to feel. Just as he was starting to really enjoy myself, Pitch tapped something inside him that had him orgasming involuntarily. He cried out into the pillow.

Pitch groaned, slowing down his thrusts while Jack orgasmed. "You're alright, love. You're alright."

"I'm sorry," Jack whined, his body still shaking.

"It's alright." He kept thrusting and brushing against that same spot. "Has anyone ever put their mouth on your nipples?"

"N-not really," he gasped.

"Not really?"

"Maybe a quick kiss. Mostly hands."

"After I've made you orgasm again, I'm going to roll you over and suck your nipples until you orgasm another time."

"Again?!" Jack looked back at him in shock. "Is that even possible?"

"Yes, love. As a virgin, I think you'll be cumming a lot tonight."

"And you?" Even as his face heated in embarrassment, his length re-hardened with each of Pitch's thrusts.

"You have your choice. I can orgasm on you or in the condom."

"Does it really matter?"

"Of course it does."

"Which do you want?"

"That's not important. Since it's your first time, you get to choose."

"It is important." Jack cried out and tugged at Pitch's hand. "You're doing all this for m-me. What about you?"

"I'm getting to make love to you."

"Which would you prefer?"

"I'd prefer to be inside you."

"Then that's what I want."

"Are you sure?"

He shot Pitch a breathless smile. "As positive as I am that I love you." Pitch returned his smile and kissed his neck, his hips gaining their rhythm back as he thrust inside him. "Pitch!" Jack gripped his hand again tightly, his face screwing up. "I think I'm gonna...again…"

"Yes, lover. Let yourself go."

"But you-" he couldn't even finish his thought before his body tightened with climax once again.

Pitch held Jack down as his body shivered and shook with the force of his orgasm. Without pulling out of him, he flipped Jack over onto his back and revealed his flushed chest. "I made you a promise, lover," he purred before wrapping his lips around a hardened nub.

"I don't know if I can," Jack gasped.

"I think you can." The hard length inside Jack's body once more thrust against that sweet, abused spot inside him as he sucked on Jack's nipple. Between the barrage against his prostate and the warm lips on his nipples, Jack's length didn't have much of a choice but to get hard again. It was a little slow this time, and maybe a little oversensitized, but he was soon trying to meet his lover thrust for thrust. "That's it, love. I knew you would be a wild one." Pitch gently bit one nipple and tugged.

"I can't anymore," he moaned. Jack yanked at Pitch's hair, begging, "Please…"

"Yes, my love?" Jack mumbled incoherently as tears welled in his eyes, his body desperate for the release that danced so close to his grasp. Pitch knew exactly what it was Jack needed. He gripped Jack's shoulders and held him tightly as he pounded into him, pulling him closer and closer to the edge. It only took a few more stabs at his sensitive prostate for him to go careening off the edge. Jack lay there for a moment, completely unable to control or even process his own body, his mind instead floating away on the neverending wave of his orgasm. Strong arms wrapped around Jack, holding his shivering mess of a body through his realease. Pitch chuckled and pulled out of him. "I'll let you rest for now."

"You...jerk…" When he finally snapped out if it, Jack couldn't control the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh…" Pitch kissed his cheeks lovingly. "What's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"N-no," he grumbled, wiping angrily at his tears. "I don't even know why I'm crying!" Jack pulled himself close to his lover and buried his face in his chest.

"But...you're angry?" Pitch ran soothing fingers through Jack's hair and kissed the top of his head.

"Angry at myself. I'm so confused, I don't even know which way is right anymore."

"What are you confused about?"

"My emotions are all out of whack! Am I supposed to feel like this? Is it normal? Why am I crying? Is that normal?"

"What are you feeling?"

"Happy. Tired- no, drained." As he calmed, his crying finally slowed to a stop. "Euphoric. Love. Connected to you. Sore. Unworthy." His voice lowered until the last was hardly a whisper.

"Oh, my love." Pitch kissed his forehead. "When done with someone you love and who loves you in return, what we just did can be extremely overwhelming. Your feelings, most of them, are normal. That last one is a bit of a problem."

"I can't help it. I don't know what to feel right now." Jack leaned into the simple touch.

"All those other emotions. I'm proud of those."

"You have every right to be."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"You know the answer to that."

"I need to hear you say it."

Jack nodded slowly, his cheeks still flushed. "I did."

"Me too. You were absolutely fantastic."

"But you didn't...you know…"

"I know. I wanted you to have your pleasure first."

"That's not fair to you!"

"Would you like to help me then?" Jack gave a determined nod. Pitch removed the condom, took Jack's hand, and wrapped it around himself, his own hand covering his. "Look at me."

Deft fingers eagerly got to work on length. He tried to use what had felt good on himself in the past, hoping it would feel just as good for Pitch right then. Despite his face growing redder by the minute, Jack was determined to keep eye contact with him. "Is this any good?"

Pitch used his hand to slow Jack's frantic movements, slowing him down and showing him what felt good for him. His cheeks began to turn pink and he smiled at him. "You're doing very good."

"You're just being nice." Jack leaned forward to capture those lips he loved so much. A quick swipe at his own slick stomach gave him the lubrication he needed make it more comfortable for Pitch.

"I mean it," Pitch moaned. "Your hands feel so fucking good."

Jack noticed a little drop weeping from the tip and quickly scooped it up with his thumb to bring it to his lips with a moan of his own. "Tastes good."

Pitch chuckled. "You can clean me up afterwards if you'd like."

"I'll see how I'm feeling then." He gave a swift tug. "For now, I think I'll continue enjoying your wonderful mouth."

"I don't mind. I love kissing you." Their hands moved together on his length as they kissed. Jack's fingers worked tirelessly at Pitch's length. He loved how as big as it had felt inside him, it wasn't actually that impossibly huge in his hand. "I'm gonna come, love," Pitch moaned, biting Jack's lower lip.

"Let it go, my king." He moved closer so he could nibble at Pitch's ear lobe.

Pitch gasped and went stiff, his seed spilling out over their hands and onto his belly. "Fuck!"

Jack sat up on his heels, licking his fingers lewdly with a smile. "Good?"

"Explain to me again why everyone doesn't want to date you?"

"Too busy of a schedule?" He shrugged.

"They don't know what they're missing," Pitch growled and leapt on Jack. They fell back on the bed and passionately kissed.

Jack laughed joyously and let his arms slide around Pitch's shoulders. He eagerly returned each kiss. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"Don't be. The whole experience must have been a shock for you."

"But I took out my confusions on you. That's hardly fair."

"I didn't mind."

Jack cuddled up close to him, not caring for the moment about the mess he was covered in. "Thank you," he whispered.

"I love you," Pitch hummed, holding him close. "I'm glad I chose Cornell."

"Me too. I had a good guide leading me along my choice."

"Oh? What a coincidence; so did I."

"So you say how I felt was normal." Jack looked up at him, chuckling. "Is it also normal to end up so messy and exhausted?"

"If you don't then I haven't done my job right," Pitch hummed.

"Is it a big deal if we don't clean right now? I really don't want to move."

"We can stay like this as long as you wish."

"Thank goodness," he sighed in relief.

"I doubt you'd let me get up even if I wanted to."

"I don't think I could stop you."

"I dunno. You're pretty heavy and you pulled me down more even as you said that."

"You successfully exhausted me."

"Was it everything you imagined?"

"I don't think I ever imagined it to be quite like that."

"What had you imagined?"

"Not as much as that," he laughed.

"So you imagined thirty seconds and then that's it?"

"I imagined maybe one orgasm. Not three. And not the emotional breakdown I had for sure."

"Well, I don't intend on stopping at three. I just don't want you to completely fall apart on me," Pitch chuckled.

"I don't think I could do anything more."

"You may think so."

"Know so," Jack mumbled.

"I consider this to be a challenge, my prince," Pitch growled quietly and nuzzled his head against Jack's neck.

"Please, no…" He pushed closer to Pitch to enjoy his warmth.

"We have all night, darling. The best way to seduce is to soothe." Warm lips kissed Jack's neck. "I think cuddling first."

Jack sighed happily. "Thanks."

"Do you want to get some delivery? We can order something and watch some Netflix."

"And shower?"

"That can be arranged."

"Sounds wonderful."

"Do you want to share a shower or would you like some privacy?"

"I wouldn't mind sharing." Jack shrugged. "We've seen each other naked now anyway."

"Not shy anymore, lover?"

"A little. But I want to try to get over it."

"You've seen more of me than I have of you. I was trying to spare you the embarrassment."

Jack pulled away to stare up at him in surprise. "You mean to tell me you weren't looking that whole time?"

"I didn't. I focused only on your face."

"You-" he slapped a hand over his face. "So I was overly embarrassed for nothing?"

"A little," Pitch chuckled. "I was hoping you'd watch as I looked at you."

"You could've looked, you know?" Jack looked away with a grumble. "I wouldn't have minded."

"I know, but you looked so uncomfortable. I wanted to focus on making you feel good down there."

"And how about now?"

"Now I want nothing more than to look at you and touch you all over."

"Then…" Jack rolled away to stand up with a groan. He turned back to the bed, arms crossed over his chest and looking away with his bright red face. "Shall we shower?"

Pitch stood slowly, eyes locked on Jack's. "We shall."

"You can look, you know."

"I'll wait. The setting and the mood has to be right."

"You're ridiculous," he sighed and finally looked back over at Pitch. "Where's the bathroom?"

"End of the hall, door on the right."

Jack took Pitch's hand in his own and pulled him down the hall to the bathroom. He hopped in the shower while it was still warming up, enjoying the cooler water for a moment before sticking his head back out of the curtain. "You coming?"

Pitch opened the curtain and stepped in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his neck. "I don't want to embarrass you."

"I'll get over it." He smiled softly and leaned back against him. "I wear a speedo practically in public right months of the year. I think I'll be able to get over losing that little coverage in private with you."

"There's a story behind that." Pitch nibbled on Jack's neck and let his hands wander over his chest.

"There is?" Jack rubbed at his stomach and let the water wash away the mess he'd left there.

"Why are you practically naked most of the year?" Pitch whispered, sliding his hands under Jack's.

"I was captain of the Water Polo team. That means speedos on a pool deck with lots of people around."

"I'm a little jealous."

Jack sighed. "Don't do that please. It's not a big deal."

"You haven't slept with any of them, so I'm content."

"Good." He tangled their fingers together. "So when is this 'right setting and mood'? The suspense is killing me."

"Here. Now."

"Really?" Jack did his best to hold back the blush that wanted to creep out.

"Really."

"Go ahead," he whispered and turned around in Pitch's arms.

Pitch stood back, letting his eyes slowly trail down Jack's body and taking in every detail. The pale skin quickly turning pink, the thin but strong arms ending in clenching fists, rosy nipples on a stuttering chest, the barest hint of ribs and a flat stomach. "May I look lower?"

"Of course." Jack wanted to look away again but found himself entranced by Pitch's own body. He couldn't help but do a slow once-over, taking everything in for the second time that night.

Amber eyes moved lower, looking at him completely. "Turn around."

Jack turned around so his face was in the shower spray. He reached out for the loofah and body wash in an attempt to distract himself. Hands reached out and stopped him, moving him to put those things aside. Those same hands slid to grip Jack's hips and then his butt. "Don't move. Just let me look."

His cheeks clenched for a second when first touched. "O-okay." Jack stayed where he was, itching to shift nervously. He looked over his shoulder at Pitch's expression, trying to read what he was feeling.

Amber eyes lifted and met Jack's. "You're so beautiful."

The flush he'd been trying so hard to keep at bay finally broke out on his cheeks. "No, I'm not. I'm average."

"Whoever told you that was stupid." Pitch knelt down and leaned his head against Jack's butt. He pressed his lips to them and kissed the firm globes. "You are exquisite."

Jack shrugged modestly. "I don't see it. I like your butt way better than mine."

"Because you're sexually attracted to my butt."

"Yes," he mumbled. "I've always been a butt guy. Yours is the nicest I've seen so far."

Pitch stood and turned Jack around again. "We were rushed before. Would you like to touch it again now?"

"Is that okay with you?" He wiped the water out of his eyes.

"It is. I want you to touch and look the same as I am with you."

"Well...I didn't get to look earlier. So you spin now."

Pitch chuckled and turned. "Good to know your priorities."

"Hey. I already know what it feels like. Now I want to see it too." Jack knelt down behind him and tentatively kneaded the muscles. He leaned forward to rest his cheek to the skin with a happy sigh, arms moving to hug Pitch's leg. "Yup. Just as soft as I'd imagined it to be."

"You imagined what my butt would feel like?"

Jack leaned around to look up at him. "I told you I've jerked off to my imaginings of you. As a butt guy, of course I'm going to imagine a nice one."

"What else did you imagine about my butt?"

"That it would be perfectly round, which it is. And not too hairy." He nipped gently at a cheek before standing up. "I went out with someone once, and he had a really hairy one. I touched it once and never wanted to look, so thank goodness we broke up not long after."

"So a hairy butt saved you?" Pitch smiled and pulled Jack into his arms, kissing him passionately. Jack didn't bother answering. Instead, he held himself close to Pitch and returned the kiss eagerly. Strong arms lifted Jack and pressed him back against the wall, holding him as close as he could while they kissed. "Is there nothing else you like about me?"

"I didn't see anything I don't like." He held himself tightly on Pitch's neck, not wanting to fall. "I like everything I've seen."

"So have I earned a second date with you?"

"I assumed we already had one," he snickered teasingly. "You mean like a real go out and do stuff date? Or a second let's screw Jack senseless date?"

"Both. Both is good."

"I'd like both too." Jack kissed him again.

"Good. I'm glad I impressed you enough."

"You impressed me months ago. I already hoped you'd be the one to take my virginity before I even knew who you were."

"Was it the fact I was a LOTR fan?"

"Definitely. Being screwed by the Woodland King has been on my bucket list for ages." He grinned.

"Kinky. I can screw you with my costume on at some point if you'd like."

"I was only joking," Jack laughed.

"I wasn't."

"Maybe someday. When I know you a little better then."

"Then it's a tentative date."

Jack's smile turned mischievous. "Maybe, to make it even better...during a Lord Of the Rings marathon?" He was surprised both by how much the idea actually appealed to him and by how he didn't feel embarrassed about it.

"Oh, you daredevil! Now I'm interested!"

"I'm sure my costume's still somewhere in the garage if you feel like having sex with Legolas."

"Oh my God...that might be a little weird...we can if you want to."

"I didn't mean while you're Thranduil!" He smacked Pitch's chest with a blush.

"Okay, okay," Pitch chuckled and kissed Jack's nose. "I do have a particular interest in Legolas."

"Just say the word, and I'll go digging for it." Jack wiggled down until he was on his feet again. "So am I allowed to wash myself now that you've had your look?"

"You are, lover." Pitch smiled and squeezed some shampoo into his hand, rubbing the liquid into Jack's hair.

"I could've done that, you know," he mumbled. Jack blindly reached out for the loofah and wash, laughing when he couldn't find it. "Can you hand me the soap?"

Pitch grabbed the loofah and soap and put them in Jack's hands. "There you go."

"Thank you much." After soaping up the loofah and carefully setting the soap bottle on shower floor, Jack reached out until his hand found Pitch's arm. He shifted over a little and started gently scrubbing at his shoulders and chest. "Is this okay?"

"More than okay." Pitch smiled and pulled the shower head down, washing the soap from Jack's hair. "You've grown bold."

"I'm trying not to embarrass myself anymore. Or at least not feel so embarrassed about everything." He reached around to wash his back. "I've known you for months; I shouldn't be this nervous around you."

"You haven't known me physically. It's different talking to a screen versus talking to a face."

"I still feel like I'm being ridiculous."

"You're being adorable. You have the cutest blush."

"Now, you're doing that on purpose." Jack turned away, partially to hide his blush and partially to wash the shampoo out of his eyes.

Pitch chuckled. "Only a little. I really do think your blush is cute."

"I'll let you...Ah, clean down...there." Jack glanced down at his private area, handed Pitch the loofah, and grabbed the shampoo instead. "You're going to have to bend down a bit so I can reach you for this part."

Pitch leaned down, looking up at Jack with heated amber eyes. "Better?"

"Much. Thank you." His fingers slid through Pitch's short hair, working it up into a lather and doing his best to keep it away from those alluring eyes.

Pitch smiled and soaped his hands up. Long fingers wrapped around Jack's length, cleaning it reverently. "May I taste you?"

Jack's eyes widened almost comically. "I-if you want to."

"Has anyone ever…?"

"Once."

"How was it?"

"It was her first time giving one, so I'm not sure it's a good comparison."

"Ah, so she couldn't take it all?" Pitch licked his lips. "I can."

"I...n-no. She couldn't." Jack didn't want to admit how turned on he was right then, but the evidence was a little obvious.

Pitch nuzzled against Jack's hip as he let his fingers stroke the hardening length. "You look delicious."

Jack bit his lip and leaned back against the shower wall. "Thanks?" Warm lips wrapped around Jack's length, swallowing him down as large hands gripped his hips. "Oh, God," he moaned. He hadn't been prepared for just how amazing it would feel when someone could actually take in his entire length. Pitch moaned, bobbing his head slowly. One hand slid under to cup and fondle Jack's balls as he sucked. A pale hand snuck into Pitch's soapy hair while the other grabbed hold of the hand on his hip. Jack gasped when that warm tongue flicked across the tip. That tongue worked him over as Pitch increased his sucking. "Feels so good," he moaned. Jack tugged lightly at his hair, trying to push him away. "I'm gonna…" Pitch growled and continued to bob his head. The hand on Jack's balls squeezed gently as he worked his tongue. "Pitch-" Jack's eyes clenched tightly, his fingers gripping harder. The warmth and wetness finally became too much, and he came in Pitch's mouth. "I'm s-sorry."

Pitch pulled off of Jack and licked his lips with a content purr, swallowing. He stood up and kissed Jack's cheek. "You are magnificent."

"I didn't have time to ask if you were okay with me doing that." Jack leaned forward to rest his head against Pitch's chest.

"You did, in your way. I could have pulled back, but I wanted you to do that." Pitch held him close and rubbed his back.

"I love you," he whispered against wet skin. He pulled back suddenly and reached for the showerhead. "You're going to get shampoo in your eyes if you don't wash that out!"

Pitch chuckled and let Jack fuss over him. "Is this your way of praising me for pleasuring you?"

"I'm not really sure what else to say." Jack combed through his hair until there wasn't a trace of shampoo left. "I can't have you go blind after only our first night together."

"We can't have that. You love my eyes."

"I do." He gently kissed each eyelid.

"And I love seeing you," Pitch sighed.

Jack chuckled. "I had a feeling you do."

"Shut up. You like that I like looking at you."

"It is nice the feeling is...reciprocated," he admitted.

"Has it not been before?"

"I've never gotten to a point where I could mutually admire my partner like I have with you tonight."

"They just take what they want and leave?"

Jack shrugged. "Or we never reach a point of revealing as much as we have."

"I should hope not. I don't want others to be ogling you. That's my job."

"It's all yours. You're the only one to ever see me naked." Jack took the loofah and did a quick scrub down of himself. "Well, besides Mom and Dad, of course. And Pip on accident one time."

"Pip? Your sister?"

"Pippa." He nodded. "She really had to use the bathroom and thought I was still in the shower when actually I'd just finished and was getting out."

"That must have been hysterical. How old were you?"

"It was only a few years ago. Maybe Freshman year? She was mortified and took off running."

"Understandable. It's traumatizing to see your brother's dick."

"I'm sure she must have thought so." Jack laughed and reached for the faucet handles. "You all done?"

"I am." Once the water was off, Pitch pulled Jack out of the shower and wrapped him up in a fluffy blue towel.

Jack grabbed the other towel and reached up to pat at Pitch's hair. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Late night snack time?"

"Damn straight. I'm starving too," Pitch hummed, leaning forward to kiss him. "What do you like on your pizza?"

"Usually I'll get pepperoni and olives with whatever the person I'm sharing with wants. I'm not too picky."

"You're adorable." Pitch nuzzled Jack's nose and went to order the pizza, giving Jack some privacy to dry off and get dressed.

On another note, JarJar and I finished two more stories. I'll try to get the first chapter of each edited and posted ASAP to see which, if any, you'd be interested in reading the whole products. Here's the basic premise of each:

1. Modern Fantasy AU: dragons, magic, reincarnation, and soul mates exist in this world. It's hard enough to get by with things as it is. The last things Jack needs after being hit on by his boss and losing his job is to have an immortal stranger claim to be his soulmate.

2. Flower Shop AU: Jack's just a simple florist who's gone through some serious shit in the boyfriend department and just wants spend his time design floral arrangements to his hearts content. Then he just had to go and fall for Hollywood's bad boy actor. Too bad he didn't know who Pitch really was.