Pitch sighed as he felt Jack crawl on top of him, the soft lips pressing into the back of his neck. "Hello, lover."
"Good morning, mon coeur."
"You're making me blush, Jack."
"I never would have thought you would blush so easily for me."
"I'm madly in love with you. Of course I'm going to blush."
"You've been madly in love with me for over two years now and you never blushed like this before."
"Yes, but we never opened up as much as we did last night. Last night was...special."
"It was indeed if it unlocked this delightful new blushing side of my husband."
"You like my blushes?"
"I do, very much."
"I'll have to do it more often. Anything to please my lovely husband." Pitch reached back, pulling Jack down onto the bed and covering him with his own larger body.
"I like that idea." He smiled up at his lover.
"I read something quite interesting this morning. Something about two people we know very well."
"Hmmm? Who?"
"It would seem that your Audrien is to be married."
"Really? I'm glad. He deserves to have somebody."
"Kristi is that somebody, Jack."
Blue eyes widened. "Wh-what?! Really?"
"It would seem our little Frenchman was only gay for you. Kristi texted me this morning and told me the good news. They're madly in love, it would seem."
Jack's expression softened to a smile. "They'll be perfect together. They both deserve happiness."
"I think a small part of you still loves him. You looked sad at the thought of him being with another."
"He was special to me, and he was a very kind person. I'm only sad that I could never have been the one to make him so happy."
"And that would be because...?"
"Because my heart was never his."
"No? And whose was it?"
"Yours. It was always yours."
"Even from the first moment we met?"
"Yes, love. Always."
"I think that deserves a kiss, don't you?" Pitch smiled, leaning closer to his husband. "Maybe even a cuddle or two?"
"I couldn't agree more. Maybe I should say that more often."
"Maybe you should. Get some nuzzles too."
"Mmmm. Yes, please."
"May I ask...why are you dressed for an occasion when you should be very much naked?"
"Because I was about to go over to visit Dad. Care to join me?"
Pitch rolled his eyes. "I don't know. He's pretty scary. Maybe if a certain husband of mine would give me some physical courage, I'd be up to it."
"And here I thought my husband was a fearless, powerful man."
"Not when facing your father. That man could scare the crap out of the Hulk."
"Awww...you wouldn't go see him even for me?"
"Physical courage, love. Spread your legs for me, and I'll go anywhere you want."
"How about you help me spread them?"
Pitch looked at his husband with a growing hunger in his eyes. "This might take a while then. I like to unwrap my presents...slowly."
"Luckily for you, this present doesn't mind."
"It will. I'm planning on doing very naughty things with certains parts of it."
"Then get to it, my darling husband."
Pitch moved down Jack's body with a hungry smile on his face, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. Yes, this is going to give me quite a bit of courage.
ZZ
Pitch clutched Jack's hand as the big man across from him sent daggers into his face. He leaned over closer to husband's ear. "I think he wants to kill me," he whispered.
"Don't worry so much," Jack chuckled. "Dad won't hurt you, will he?" He sent a pointed look at his father. The big man chuckled, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"I'm still going to die. I know it."
"No you're not. We are happily married now. He has no reason to hate you anymore."
"Still worried."
Jack rolled his eyes. "So when is Tooth going to be here, Dad? She said she wanted to tell me something."
"Soon. She will be here soon."
"Good. So Dad...you don't hate Pitch anymore, right?" Jack pulled his husband over to the couch, sitting him down and curling against his side.
"That depends. You love him?"
"I do. Very much so." He hugged Pitch's arm with a smile.
"And he loves you?"
"I'm not sure. Pitch?" Jack looked up at him. Pitch took the man's chin between his fingers as he brought those pink lips to his. The kiss was innocent, but there was just a hint of passion, a promise of things to come later. Jack pulled away with a smile. "Yes, he definitely does."
"So all issues are resolved?"
He nodded, resting his head against his husband's shoulder. "We're happily married and living together and so completely and utterly in love."
"Good." The big man clapped his hands together. "Then husband will not die...today."
Jack smiled, gently kissing his lover's cheek. "Told you he has no reason to hate you anymore." Pitch leaned into the caress, his body instinctively moving closer to Jack's warmth.
"So when were you married? And why was I not invited?"
Jack blushed. "I'll let Pitch tell you why."
"We...eloped, actually. Call it a weakness of the flesh. Completely spur of the moment. I didn't give him a choice, really."
"Well, you did give me a choice. It's not like you forced me into it or anything."
Pitch leaned in, laying a possessive hand on Jack's knee. "Oh, yes. The choice. No bedding until we were wed."
"I could have lived without that, Pitch. I agreed to it because I love you and didn't want you to have to wait any longer." Jack smiled lovingly up at him.
"I can't wait to get you home, sweetling, and show you that you can't live without it. At least, not anymore." He returned the look, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of Jack's nose. The younger man blushed again, returning his head to Pitch's shoulder.
"Will there still be wedding?"
"When and if my little love desires it. I am his husband now. He commands, I obey. Most of the time, that is." Pitch squeezed Jack's knee, his nose burying itself in the soft brown hair.
"We don't have to have one...but I do think it would be kind of nice. We could do it all again and have our family there too."
"A wedding we shall have. What a lovely bride you'll make." Pitch leaned in to whisper in Jack's ear. "Although only a virgin wears white. You, my love, are no longer a virgin, twice now."
"Well, I can wear whatever color I want to wear." Jack stuck out his tongue quickly, his face growing even more red.
"You act like newlyweds and have been married how long now?"
"Not long enough." Pitch smiled, rubbing their noses together.
"It's maybe...what? Eight months, I think?"
"Not long enough," he repeated, putting his forehead against Jack's.
Jack chuckled, looking back at his dad. "It's been about eight months give or take. But seeing as he was in the hospital for six of those months, we've only really had two months together. So please forgive our newlywed tendencies."
"Yes, please do," Pitch mumbled as he moved his mouth over the soft skin of Jack's nape.
"Within reason, of course, Dad."
"Of course." North laughed, hearing the doorbell ring. "That should be your sister."
As soon as the big man was out of the room, Pitch had Jack's head back, the long neck exposed as one hand reached for one of Jack's, their finger entwining. Jack had to stop himself from moaning softly. "Pitch..."
"I know, I know. Have to behave." Pitch gave the skin one last suck before moving away, smiling down at his flushed-faced lover. "You're blushing. Heavily."
"It's your fault."
"Yes, I know. Always my fault." Pitch gently kissed Jack's lips, his thumb brushing over the pink skin.
"Because it's true."
"It can't all be my fault. You are the one who's in love with me. If you weren't, you wouldn't enjoy my kisses..." Pitch slipped a hand up under Jack's shirt. "...or caresses as much."
Jack quickly pushed the hand back out of his shirt, but he was smiling. "Stop it." He turned around just in time to see his sister and Sandy walking through the doorway.
"Jack!" Tooth practically tackled her brother away from Pitch with a laugh. "It's been so long!"
"Please, Miss Tooth, careful with my husband. I have much need of his body intact." Pitch sent a wink over to his friend who burst out laughing.
"Oh, you shush with your dirty thoughts. He's my brother, and I can hug him all I want."
"I wouldn't...call this...hugging." Jack forced out. Tooth was holding him so tight it was starting to get hard to breathe.
"I think that's enough strangulation." Pitch swooped in when he noticed Jack's face starting to turn blue, and he pulled the smaller body closer to his, a hand wrapped possessively around the slim waist.
Jack laughed, relaxing back against his husband. "So, Tooth...you said you wanted to tell us all something?" The woman bounced happily on her spot on the couch, looking at her boyfriend with a grin.
Pitch quirked an eyebrow at the couple. "I think we should sit down, dearest. They have something important to tell us." Pitch lowered himself down in a chair and pulled Jack to sit on his lap.
Jack looked at her curiously. "What is it, Tooth?"
"Jack...you and Pitch are going to be...uncles!"
Pitch smiled. "Congratulations, my old friend! How long have you two known?"
"About three weeks ago."
"Oh, my God, Tooth!" This time it was Jack's turn to tackle her. The two siblings tumbled onto the couch in a fit of giggles. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Well, we wanted to be absolutely sure before telling anyone but all of you are the first to know. You're not mad, are you?"
"Of course not! I'm going to be the best uncle this little baby could ever have!" He grinned.
"You mean aunt, dearest." Pitch sat back in the chair, one long leg draped over the other.
Jack turned to stick his tongue out at his husband. "I still have the genitalia. I'm an uncle."
"Must we have this discussion again, my big muscle man?" Pitch stuck his tongue out too, smiling fondly at his husband.
"No. Because no matter what you say, I'm still a man."
"I know, dearest. I'll expect you to remind me of that, and often."
"I'm going to be the baby's uncle. Right, Tooth?"
The other brunette nodded with a laugh. "Yes, Jack. You'll be an uncle."
"Guess that means I'll have to be the aunt. I do look better in an apron." Pitch winked when he saw his husband look at him with a blush.
"Indeed you do. But I think the baby should have two uncles. I don't see why it can't."
"No reason. I just want to wear the apron, as long as it isn't ripped."
"Uncles can wear aprons too."
"Pink frilly ones that are too short and reveal too much?"
Jack flushed again. "We are so not having this conversation right now!"
"Yes, dear." Pitch stood, kissing his husband's flushed cheeks and lightly pinching one firm cheek before going over to congratulate his friend. Tooth giggled, staying curled up on the couch next to her brother and chatting with him.
ZZ
Pitch watched his husband from across the room, his heart aching a little. He was afraid of what a child would do to his husband, but at the same time...at the same time, he wanted Jack to have that feeling. To know what it was like to hold a baby in his arms and call it his own. He walked back over to where his husband and sister-in-law were still talking. "Miss Tooth, I must ask to have my husband back. I am an old man and am very tired. This hot, young thing needs to drive me home."
Jack was going to ask to stay longer, but at the look in his husband's eyes he didn't argue. "I'll...see you another time, Tooth?"
"Of course. Just call or text me."
"Same goes to you." The two siblings hugged each other and said their goodbyes with smiles. As soon as they were in the car, he turned to Pitch. "You alright, mon coeur?"
"I...Do you hate me?"
"Of course not. Why would you even think that?"
"Because I can't give you what they have."
"No, Pitch. I'm happy with just you. We don't need a baby to be happy."
"I saw your face, sweetling. You looked...heartbroken for a moment. It was brief, but it was there."
"I...it was only because I remembered her for a moment. It's really not a big deal for me, Pitch."
"Do you still want her?"
"Not if you don't."
"I only ever want you. I'm just afraid of what might happen. I'd die without you, Jack. Life would hold no meaning for me anymore."
"It may have felt real, but it was only a dream, mon coeur." Jack reached across the gap in the car to stroke his husband's cheek with a smile.
"I wish I were a woman. I could give you as many children as you might ever want." Pitch leaned into the caress, his eyes sad.
"If one of us was to become a woman, it would be me, love. You're the more masculine one, after all," he chuckled.
Pitch moved over, clicking a button on the side of Jack's seat and reclining it back. "Clothes, Jack."
"I'd much prefer to do this in our bed...but alright." Jack pulled his shirt over his head with a smile.
"We will do this in our bed when we get home, but I need you right now." Pitch tugged the man's pants roughly down his hips as he put his mouth over one of Jack's pale nipples.
"I love you, Pitch." He moaned softly.
"I love you, Jack. I hope one day you might understand just how much." He slammed his mouth down over his husband's as he shoved himself in, completely embedding himself in the tight heat.
Jack's cry was muffled by the kiss, but he writhed beneath Pitch. "I do know how much you love me. Just as much as I love you."
As Pitch snapped his hips quick and hard against his lover, he kept his eyes locked on the wide blue ones beneath him. He wished that he could give Jack the children he secretly wanted so desperately. He slammed his hips in, cock digging into Jack's spot, and imagined that he could get Jack pregnant. That his flat stomach would slowly grow with his child. He wanted...but he also dreaded.
"P-pitch..." he gasped, clutching desperately to his lover as he spilled onto his chest.
"I want to give you so much, Jack. I would give you the world, but I'm afraid...I'm afraid it'll take you from me."
"You'll never lose me, mon coeur." Jack reached up to gently stroke his husband's face breathlessly, giving him a reassuring smile.
"I thought that once...I had six years to be proven wrong."
"I swear it on my love for you. I won't leave you, no matter what." Jack pulled his husband down, resting their foreheads together. "I love you, Pitch. Forever."
"Never leave me, Jack. I...I won't live without you. I refuse to spend one more moment on this earth without you."
"You won't ever have to."
"No ice skating. Not unless I can be there to save you."
Jack nodded. "I promise."
Pitch stopped moving, falling on his lover's chest and wrapping his arms around the slim waist to pull him close. "Never...never..."
"You won't lose me, Pitch. It was only a dream. Nothing that we've been through has been the same as the dream. I seriously doubt me dying will be either. I'm not going to leave you, mon coeur." Jack gently kissed the man's forehead.
"I just...I have an awful feeling. Like...like I'm going to turn around and see your corpse. I'm afraid I'm going to turn one day and see you, cold and lifeless, in some casket." Pitch burrowed his head into Jack's neck, as he pulled him even closer.
"That's not going to happen, dearest. I promise. I would never leave this world, because it would mean leaving you."
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Pitch pulled his exhausted body over to the other seat, groaning as he stretched his body out. He took one of his husband's hands in his and not letting go. Jack started the car, heading back to their apartment. Pitch smiled, his eyes closed. "I was going to have sex with you when we got back, but I think a good deal of cuddling and nuzzling are in order. Maybe a kiss here and there if you're good." He chuckled, squeezing his hand gently.
"I couldn't agree more. Tonight is a 'no rabbits allowed' night. Only holding each other and whispering our love to each other." Jack brought his husband's hand to his lips for a kiss as he pulled up to their building.
"Maybe one more bedding, but no rabbits. The thought of cuddling with you close sounds...delightful." He reluctantly released his husband's hand and pulled his pants up over his hips. Jack got out of the car, pulling on his shirt as he headed up to their apartment. He held his hand out to his husband with a smile. Pitch took his hand and quickly pulled him to their bedroom. He closed the door behind him as he threw the younger man down on the bed. "Clothes, lover." Jack quickly pulled his clothes back off, summoning his lover to their bed as well. Pitch made quick work of his own clothes and climbed into the bed on top of his husband. He molded their lips together as he slid his arms under Jack's shoulders and held him.
"I love you, Pitch." He held his husband close.
"I love you, Jack. Your soft skin, your blue eyes, the way you make me feel when you smile at me..."
"We'll be together for the rest of our lives. I promise."
"I'll hold you to it." Pitch nuzzled against Jack's neck, his lips pressing gently against the skin as he allowed his body to be surrounded by his husband. The warmth, the scent...the love. Jack buried his nose against his lover's hair. "I think I could die happy, right now. Just you and me forever."
"Me too, but I would much rather live many more happy years together before we die. Wouldn't you?"
"That would be preferable. I do love the way you breathe, the way your chest rises and falls so gently. I wouldn't be able to see that if we were dead."
"Indeed. And that's why I'm going to do my very best to live."
"So I can watch you breathe? What a strange reason."
"Is it so strange to want to live because it makes my husband happy?"
"Not at all. A very fine reason." Pitch nuzzled Jack's neck, his lungs opening as he took in the scent unique only to his husband.
"Then why call it strange?" He chuckled.
"Jack, if you aren't going to say that you're madly in love with me, you should just shut up and let me hold you."
"Alright, alright. I'm madly in love with you, my darling husband. I will love you forever." Jack kissed the top of Pitch's head with a smile, finding it oddly hard to keep his eyes open. "I think we should take...a nap."
"Way ahead..." Pitch breathed deep, his body already mostly asleep. He let Jack's voice sooth him, letting it carry him away to a beautiful dream.
ZZ
"I've liked this week so far." Pitch looked up at his lover who was straddling his hips, their fingers tangling in the air between them. After they had found out the news about becoming uncles, they had stayed in their apartment, only rising from their bed for the necessities.
Jack smiled down at him. "Me too. I think we really needed this. It was like the honeymoon we never got, and it made up for all of the time we lost when you were in your coma."
"That's a good way to look at it. I was just thinking it was a time for us to be rabbits. Just you and me. No one else."
"Just the way we like it." He leaned down, resting his head against his husband's chest with a smile.
"We've also had some good cuddling and nuzzling time, I think." Pitch rubbed a hand up Jack's spine, the fingertips dancing over the hint of backbones. "Except there's been a severe lack of kisses on your part."
"Oh, dear. What a horrible husband I am to neglect my lover so atrociously."
"Quite. My lips feel quite unloved. Would you like to remedy this situation?" He pursed his lips, tapping them with a finger.
"Perhaps..." Jack lifted himself up, gently pressing their lips together and letting the touch linger.
Pitch moaned, angling his head slightly. "Perhaps some tongue, too?" Jack smiled down at his lover, feeling an odd itch in the back of his throat. He quickly ignored it and pressed his tongue into his husband's mouth with a soft moan. "Jack...you taste delicious. Like sunshine."
"And you taste like...dark chocolate cherry cordials." Jack grinned down at him.
"So specific, lover." The older man chuckled as he ran his fingers up Jack's bare leg, the tips lightly brushing his hip bone. "The dark chocolate is always the most...erotic."
"In...inDEED!" The younger man suddenly sneezed, quickly clapping a hand over his nose and mouth with wide eyes.
Pitch's eyes were wide with surprise. "Well, that was damn adorable. You sneeze like a baby animal."
Jack frowned at him. "No, I didn't-" He sneezed again.
The man put a hand to Jack's forehead. "Dearest, as cute as your sneezes are, I think you're coming down with something."
"No, I'm not." He shook the hand away. "I feel just fine."
"Do you? Then why were you sneezing?"
Jack shrugged. "Dust?"
"A two day sex fluke? Admit it, you sometimes lie to me."
"Oh, alright. So I was wrong about one thing, but there's no reason for me to be getting sick. We've been in our apartment for days."
"And having sex close to nonstop. Maybe you weakened a little? Caught a cold?"
"But why would I catch a cold in our apartment? It's our apartMENT!" He sneezed again, rolling off of his husband with a groan.
"Jack, you're sick. Don't question how or why."
"I still deny it. I am not sick."
"Deny it all you want. If you don't sneeze within the next five minutes, I'll believe you."
"Challenge accepted."
"Very well." Pitch sat up and crossed his legs, looking at his husband intently. Jack closed his eyes, relaxing and trying to resist any urge to sneeze if one came up. "Jack...your nose is twitching. It only does that when you have to sneeze."
"No, it doesn't. It's twitching because I'm twitching it."
"And you're waiting until now to start that?"
"Mhmm. Now, has it been five minutes yet?"
Pitch looked at the clock. "Nope. Only two. Why? Have to sneeze, Mr. Twitchy Nose?"
"No." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Not even a little baby sneeze?"
"No."
"Just sneeze, Jack. Then, you'll be able to stay in bed, and I'll take care of you." Pitch leaned forward, pressing soft kisses over Jack's face. "I'll cook you soup. I'll read to you. I'll hold you while I bathe you. I'll hold you while you sleep. I'll clean your nose when you sneeze like a baby animal."
"No. I don't like being sick."
"Nobody does, but it happens."
"Not to me. I don't get sick. Ever."
"Either you can admit you're sick and we can cure you...or I'll have to forsake your bed until the mysterious sneezing ends."
"I am not sick." Jack sat up in the bed, almost immediately getting knocked back down by the force of yet another sneeze. "Nooooooo..." He groaned and buried his head under a pillow.
Pitch smiled, leaning over to nuzzle into Jack's hair. "Look on the bright side. I'm going to take such good care of you that you aren't even going to notice a little cold."
"You better."
"Such unnecessary hostility, lover."
"If I am sick, then I deserve to be a little cranky."
"Why? You'll have good food, a warm bed, and a very loving husband. Why should you feel cranky?"
"Because I'm sick."
"But you're also loved. You're wonderful, adorable, sexy, kind, passionate...and very much loved."
"I'm also sick."
"What a pessimist. I don't like helping pessimists. They never appreciate."
"And what if I stop being a pessimist?"
"Then I'll be your slave, to do with as you please. My body will be all yours."
"Fine." He grumbled against the pillow. "I'll stop being pessimistic. If I am actually sick, that is."
"Of course, master." Pitch moved closer to the smaller man, his hands and lips travelling over every bare inch of him.
ZZ
Jack shuffled into the kitchen, following the smell of food to find his husband. "Is the...soup...ready yet?" he managed to get out between coughs.
Pitch turned, coming over to pull his lover into his arms. "What are you doing out of bed, sweetling?"
"I-I'm hungry...and my throat...hurts."
"Open your mouth, my silly love." After a cough, Jack opened his lips slightly. Pitch reached into his pocket and pulled out a cough drop. He unwrapped it and slipped it onto his husband's tongue. "There's one problem taken care of."
"Thank you." Jack leaned against him, a few smaller coughs escaping before the cough drop took effect.
Pitch rubbed through his brown locks before turning back to the stove, his hands wrapping Jack's arms around his waist. "It's almost ready, love. You deserve only perfection, even with food."
"Mmmm...so sweet of you." He buried his face in his husband's back.
"Jack, I think you should kiss me."
"But you'll get sick too."
"I don't care. I'd risk anything for one kiss."
"O-only one."
"Only one." Jack pulled away gently, leaning against him and reaching up to press their lips together for a short kiss. Pitch wrapped an arm around Jack's waist, keeping his hand there as he stirred. "Stay with me. I've been lonely."
The younger man nodded and leaned rather heavily into his husband's side, melting into his arm. "Wouldn't want that...would we?"
"Not at all." Pitch pressed a kiss into the brown hair, leaning his head on Jack's as he stirred. He took the pot from the stove when it was finished and balanced it on the edge between the sink and the counter. "Do you need me to carry you back to bed?"
"It would be nice...but wait until you're done."
"I am done." Pitch scooped him into his arms and carried him down the hall. He kneeled down on the bed, gently laying him down and pressing his lips to Jack's warm forehead. "I'll be right back."
"Mhmm." Jack curled up on his side and pulled the covers over himself with a small shiver.
Pitch left and quickly returned with a bowl and a large spoon. He dipped it in the liquid, getting a generous helping of broth. "Food, love." With a groan, Jack sat up again, opening his mouth for the soup. Pitch slowly spilled the spoonful into his husband's mouth, wiping his lips when they closed. "Perfection?"
He moaned softly as the delicious broth slipped down his sore throat. "Mhmm...perfect. Thank you."
"My pleasure, dearest." Pitch slowly fed the soup to his lover, gentle fingertips brushing stray locks of hair away from the tired, blue eyes. "I think a bath after this. You need it."
Jack could only nod, leaning against his husband with another moan. "More..."
"More what?"
"Soup."
"That good, was it? I'm pleased." Pitch pressed his lips to Jack's briefly before going back into the kitchen for a refill. He returned, automatically holding out another spoonful.
"Almost as good...as your lips." He smiled tiredly, leaning forward to take the spoon into his mouth.
"My lips? I'm intrigued. Tell me more about it."
"So delicious...irresistible...wish I wasn't sick...so I could kiss them every...possible second."
"You can." Pitch leaned forward and moved his lips over the pink ones, his head angled to deepen the kiss.
"No...don't want you...sick too."
"Shut up and kiss me. Melt." Pitch put the bowl on the side table, his arms wrapping around the smaller man and pulling him closer.
"Pitch..." he breathed. Jack melted against him, unable to resist the tiniest bit of comfort from his loving husband.
Pitch pushed them both back against the pillows, his lips and hands gentle on his husband's skin. "I'm your drug. Let me heal you."
"I love you," he sighed against him, his husband's kisses mixed with being sick making him dizzy.
"You're blushing. Is it the illness...or me, I wonder?"
"Both..."
"But is it more because of the illness or me?"
"I don't know."
Pitch pulled away with a smile. "Then I shall stop. Whatever blush you have after a minute will be the illness. The rest...was all me." Jack nodded, settling back against the pillows with a tired sigh. "I can't wait until you're well. I'll be able to kiss you and know that, whatever blush there is, it is because of me and my lips."
"Me too." He gave his lover a smile, reaching up to gently stroke the man's cheek.
Pitch leaned into the caress. "No more soup, no bath. Let me hold you, dearest. Let me feel your naked skin next to mine." Jack nodded his head, leaning against his husband with a small smile. Pitch quickly stripped their bodies of their clothes, his long arms wrapping around his husband's naked form. He pressed his nose into Jack's hair as his fingertips danced over the pale skin.
Jack laid back against Pitch, relaxing until the cough drop started to wear off and his coughs came back in full force. Pitch reached over for another, popping it in his lover's mouth. "There you go, love." Pitch settled back, pulling Jack closer to his body.
"Th-thank you." The younger of the two moaned. "I h-hate being sick...so much."
"I know, but it isn't forever. You'll heal, and then I'll kiss you and make love to you for days."
"Promise?"
"I swear it. Your body is going to be in this bed for a while, and not only because of this illness."
"Sounds...wonderful."
"My little rabbit." Pitch chuckled, nuzzling against Jack's neck as his lips pressed soft kisses to his shoulder.
"I love you...mon coeur."
"Rest, my dearest love. Rest and heal."
"Yes...love." He smiled tiredly, nuzzling against his husband as his eyes started to droop.
ZZ
Pitch took the thermometer from Jack's mouth, reading it with a smile. "Completely and wonderfully healed."
Jack smiled up at him. "Well, most of the way," he croaked. Though the coughing had stopped, his voice was still a little raspy from it all.
"I say completely. Your voice right now? It does things to me. Naughty, naughty things."
He chuckled. "Everything I do does naughty things to you."
"That is true. You have a gift for seducing me." Pitch leaned forward, slipping his tongue between Jack's lips as he gently moved his own over the pink ones.
"Or my husband just has a very easily excited dick." He grinned, his arms snaking around Pitch's neck.
"No doubt. Very easily excited." Pitch moved between Jack's legs, his mouth and hands busy on the man's face.
"I think that's definitely the reason."
"Or else it can be that I'm in love with everything about you. Pale skin, non-existent muscles, that lovely new croak." Pitch moaned, rubbing their noses together. "It would seem I am very excited right now."
"I think you should do something about it."
"Can I do something about it inside you?"
"I would like nothing more than for you to do exactly that."
"You're a wonderful little creature, Jack. I'm proud to call you lover."
"And so am I. Now get that lovely cock of yours in my ass. I've missed you all this time I've been sick."
"Spread your legs wide, lover. Welcome me home." Jack opened himself up to his husband, looking at him and licking his lips with hungry eyes. Pitch stayed near Jack's bottom, bending down and licking around the tight ring as the tip of his tongue slipping in. The younger man moaned, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath them. "How delicious you are. Like strawberries and cream." Pitch thrust his tongue into the tight ring a few times before pulling out and licking the hardening flesh lovingly. He cradled Jack's cock, the fingers gentle as they squeezed.
Jack writhed beneath his lover, sucking in air. "P-pitch..."
"Do you want me, lover? Do you want me buried deep inside your tight body?"
"Yes!" He nodded eagerly. "I've missed you so, my love. Come home." Pitch spread Jack with his thumbs and moved his cock to the entrance. He looked his lover in the eye as he pressed the head into the tightness, slowly moving in and aiming deep. "Pitch!" His arms wrapped around his lover, holding him closer and pulling him deeper.
Pitch moved over his husband, pounding the smaller man down into the mattress. He tangled his fingers with Jack's and moved their hands up above his head. "Perfection?"
"God, yes!" His hips rolled up to meet his husband's each and every thrust.
"Jack...I want you to come. I want you to come hard...and then, I'm going to make you come again. Only then will I give you what your body desires." Pitch rotated his hips, digging into that one spot before thrusting his head past it to go deeper. Jack cried out, his fingers digging into Pitch's back. "Come, Jack. Show me how much you've missed me. Missed this." He thrust in hard, brushing past Jack's spot. It was only a matter of seconds before the younger man was spilling onto their chests, shouting in pleasure. "Good boy, Jack. That's one. Let's see how long it takes this sensitive, shivering body of yours to come again."
"Dear God, I love you so much." Jack pulled him down for a deep kiss.
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Pitch watched his husband spin in front of the mirror, the white suit tight in all the right places. "You look delicious."
Jack smiled back at him through the mirror. "Not as much as yourself."
"Naughty. Public place, remember?" Pitch smiled as he came up behind his husband, leaning his chin on one shoulder as he cupped one of Jack's firm cheeks through the fabric.
"Look who's the one who's really being naughty, husband. I was just stating a fact, after all."
"Jack..." He nibbled the soft skin of Jack's throat, moving a hand to pull his head to the side to expose more of the pale column to his mouth.
"No marking, love. This is a public place."
"I'm not marking. I'm only nibbling. No marks."
"We're still in public." He chuckled, gently pulling away. "Come on. It's time."
Pitch pulled Jack back to him, his long arms wrapping around the slim waist. "Just a little more." He nuzzled the man's chin up and sucked on the skin below.
"No. No more waiting, mon coeur."
"Tired of waiting for me, my love? And here, I thought you'd wait for me forever."
"I would wait for you a thousand lifetimes. But seeing as I don't havetoright now, I'm not going to." He grinned at his husband.
"One more kiss with tongue and I'll spend the rest of my life following where you lead."
"Only one." He smiled, reaching up to kiss the man deeply.
Pitch moaned, holding Jack close as he melted, only slightly, into the kiss. "Lead me. I'll follow you anywhere and everywhere."
Jack kissed him for a few more minutes before pulling away with a breathless smile. "Now, it's time."
"I'm yours. Lead me." He took his lover's hand, entwining their fingers together.
"Well, you're supposed to be the one waiting for me at the end of that aisle." Jack chuckled, straightening his husband's bowtie. "So get out there, my darling husband. It's time for us to be eternally bonded again."
Pitch shook his head. "I'm walking with you. I'm not letting this hand, or you, go for even a millisecond. Never again."
"Then let's go. Together." He kissed Pitch's hand that was entwined with his.
Pitch led his husband to the door, not taking his eyes from his husband for a moment. "You're so beautiful, my love. Like an angel."
Jack blushed, reaching up to kiss him on his cheek. "You're mine, and I am yours. Forever." With a smile, he pushed open the door to the little chapel, all of their friends and family waiting on the other side to watch the two soul mates being joined together.
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Pitch lay in bed, his husband breathing heavily in his arms. "My husband, my friend...and such a lover."
"You learn the skills very well when your husband's a rabbit." Jack chuckled.
"I didn't teach you all of that. Most of that was all you, my darling."
"But I did have more chances to learn."
"You did, and you've learned well. What a good lover I have."
"I try." He nuzzled into his husband's neck with a smile.
Pitch rolled himself back into his husband, thrusting slowly inside him. "You need to stop being so damn cute!"
"I can't help it that this is who I am."
"I think you can. You love seducing your husband." Pitch chuckled, placing quick kisses over Jack's lips.
"I do indeed, but perhaps I am just a naturally cute man."
"And that's why I fell in love with you. Twice."
"Thank God for my cuteness then."
"Yes. I thank him everyday I wake and sleep to see your face and feel this body in my arms."
"As do I...and every time you smile at me and everytime I see your love shining in your eyes and every time you touch me and hold me." Jack stroked his husband's cheek.
"And every time you say my name or stroke my cheek or breathe in your sleep or stick your tongue out while you paint."
"And every time you sing to me and paint me and hold my hand and kiss me and make lame French jokes about me."
"And every time you melt into me and speak French in your sleep and rub my thigh when we watch movies and sneeze like a baby animal."
"And when you tell me you love me. Can't forget that one." He smiled, rubbing their noses together.
"And when you say you're my little rabbit." Pitch ran a hand down, cupping Jack's rear. "Kiss me, rabbit. Kiss me, my lover and husband."
"Whatever you wish, mon coeur." Jack closed the distance between their lips.
"Jack, my little, precious rabbit...I vow to love you always and forever. I vow to share your bed, and only your bed, often. I vow to be the best husband you could ever have."
"You already are the best husband I could ever wish for."
"Thank you for the compliment, lover. It makes me happy to hear that you think so."
"It's because it's true, my love."
"If I was given the chance to bring my old Jack back, do you know what I would do?"
"What? What would you do?"
"I'd say yes."
"Why?"
"Because I love him still."
Jack's smile faded a little. "And why would you say that right now? On our wedding night?"
"Because I wanted to see if you would still believe me."
"I don't...but that doesn't mean I like hearing you talk about it."
"I'm sorry." Pitch pressed soft kisses all over his husband's face. "I'm sorry. Bad teasing."
"Very bad teasing indeed. But I suppose I can forgive you..."
"Please do, or I will be forced to move myself to the couch for being a bad husband."
"No couch for you. You're forgiven."
"Thank you, kind lover. I shall make it up to you by spending the rest of tonight showing you how much I love you...in the few ways you love best."
"I love many of your ways." He chuckled.
"Then let me be more specific." Pitch moved down Jack's body, and he spent the rest of their wedding night showing his husband just how well he was loved.
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Jack stared at his computer screen. "Hey, Pitch?"
"Yes, dearest?" Pitch was lying on the bed, his eyes closed.
"Can I borrow your jet?"
"Ex...excuse me?"
Jack looked up at him. "Can I borrow your jet?"
"Why?"
"I need to go to France to pick up something."
"And...what would this mysterious something be?"
"A painting."
"Of?"
"My mother."
Pitch opened his eyes, looking up at his husband. "Your mother? Why is the painting in France?"
"When she died, it was given to my grandmother. She died a few years ago, but my cousins are only just now going through her things from storage. They knew I would want it, so they emailed me."
"Put the computer away and come down here."
Jack set his laptop to the side, crawling over to his husband. "So can I borrow it?"
"Perhaps...what will you give me in exchange?" Pitch caressed his cheek, moving a hand up to tangle the long fingers in Jack's hair.
The younger man leaned into his caresses. "Anything you want."
"Make me an offer, Jack. We'll work from there."
"If you let me borrow it...I'll want you to come with me, of course. We can stroll along the streets of Paris, kiss under the Eiffel Tower at sunset, spend the night in a petite chalet in the countryside. We could make a whole trip out of it. What do you say, mon coeur?"
"Quite the offer." Pitch rubbed his chin, flipping Jack onto his back and moving on top of him. "I'm still tempted to refuse. Perhaps a kiss to convince me?"
Jack pulled him down and pressed their lips together. "Will this do?"
Pitch moved his hands under hia husband's body, pulling him closer. "A little more."
"Only a little?"
"I don't think I'd mind a lot more." He chuckled, slipping his tongue between the soft, pink lips.
"Not until you promise to let me borrow it." Jack pulled away slightly.
"For every minute you can please me, I'll give you a minute with my jet."
"Then it looks like I have a lot of saving up to do." Jack grinned, pulling the man back down to his lips.
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"Bonsoir, Monsieur Black-Frost. Tu es beau ce soir. (Good evening, Mr. Black-Frost. You are looking beautiful tonight.)" Pitch sat reclined in his chair, a long leg draped over one arm.
Jack chuckled, moving over to kiss his husband's forehead. "As do you, my love. As always."
"Merci (Thank you). Now..." Pitch tapped his lips with a finger, looking up at his husband coyly.
"Ah. Shame on me. How could I forget my darling husband's lips?" He gently pressed their lips together.
"True. Especially since I always try to make them look so appealing to you." The man cupped the back of Jack's head, pulling him closer.
"Oh, you needn't even try, darling. They're naturally appealing to me."
"And yet, you always seem to forget them. How sad."
"Well, there are still other parts of you I like as well."
"Such as, my husband?"
"Everything."
"Come here, lover." Pitch held his arms open.
"It's time to go pick up that painting. Would you like to come with me?"
"Come here for a minute, and then yes."
"Alright, alright." Jack chuckled, moving to sit lightly on his husband's lap.
Pitch pulled Jack close, his nose burrowing itself in the soft, brown hair. He brushed a thumb over the man's full bottom lip, lingering over the plump flesh.
"I have to say that it's rather nice having you in my country, mon coeur."
"It's nice to see it. I've been here before, but having you with me makes it so much better." He smiled as he ran soft fingertips over his husband's face, tracing every feature to memory.
Jack smiled, leaning into those touches. "I couldn't agree more."
"Must we get the painting today? I just want to take you back to bed and hold you."
"Yes, love. We came to France for a reason, and now we're going to go pick it up."
"But...cuddles?" Pitch pulled him close to his body, rolling over and burrowing the both of the them against the bed.
"As soon as we get back we can cuddle all you want." Pitch shook his head, moving his body more onto his husband, pushing the younger man farther away from escape. "Come on, mon coeur. We won't be gone more than an hour."
"Too long."
"I have to go get it, Pitch. My cousins are leaving on a trip tomorrow. It has to be today."
"Will we make love when we get back?"
"If you wish."
"Would you like to? Does your body miss me yet?"
"My body always misses you every second we're apart."
"Then would you like to make love?"
"Of course. When we get back though."
"Good deal." Pitch let his husband get up, brown hair delightfully dishevelled and his cheeks flushed. "You look like we just made love."
"I blame you."
"You always blame me. Not my fault you're highly attracted to me."
"Yes, it is." Jack grinned, standing up and holding a hand out to his lover.
"How is it my fault that you can't resist my cock and my juicy bum?"
"It just is."
"Perhaps I should hide them from you, save you from temptation."
"Perhaps you are going out into public, after all."
"Even when we're not in public. I'll have to wear pants around you constantly. Snow pants."
Jack wrinkled his nose. "No. That just won't do. You're only required to wear pants when we're in public."
"But my cock and my bum are so tempting to you. It might turn you into a sex addict."
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, or I'll leave you here and go get the painting by myself."
"Maybe you should leave me here. I think I brought that nice leather lingerie with me, and I might just wear it for you when you get back."
"If that's what you want."
"Although...I think I left the thong at home. Silly me." Pitch stood, dropping his pants down his hips. He cupped a cheek and swayed his hips as he started walking towards their bathroom.
"I'll be back soon, mon coeur." Jack grabbed his wallet and room key and headed for the door.
"Do. I'll be open, up, and ready when you get back!" Jack chuckled, leaving the hotel and making his way down the street.