Pitch snored, jumping a little in his sleep. He looked around blearily for a moment before noticing the two bodies curled against him. Auréliane was curled against his lap and Jack was pressed against his side, the brown hair tickling his nose. Pitch smiled, kissing the top of Jack's head. "Dearest," he whispered. "Let's move this to the bed."
Jack's eyes opened tiredly, and he looked up. "Hmmm?"
"To the bed, Jack. It's more comfortable there."
"Mmmmkay." He slowly got up, lifting Auréliane into his arms and shuffling towards their bedroom.
"In her room, Jack. I need you alone tonight."
Jack rubbed his eye. "I know I promised...but can we just cuddle tonight?"
"Fine, but I want you naked in my arms."
"Mhmm." He smiled tiredly, going into their daughter's room. Jack gently laid her down, changing her into her pajamas and tucking her under the covers. "Sleep tight, ma petite étoile." He kissed her forehead before leaving, turning the light off and shutting the door behind him.
Pitch pulled Jack into their room, his long fingers pulling the shirt slowly up the pale skin. "You're so beautiful, Jack."
"You too, mon coeur." He pulled his husband's shirt off as well, tiredly pushing at the hem of his pants too with a smile.
Pitch moved his hands across the man's chest slowly, his thumbs flicking the pale pink nipples. "I'm too dark to be beautiful. You're pale, like an angel."
"Dark can be beautiful too. Dark is beautiful."
The taller man hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Jack's pants, pulling it down those slim hips. He made quick work of his own and slowly backed the two of them up onto the bed. "Please...one course. I'll save the rest of the feast for later."
"I love you, mon coeur." Jack cupped his husband's face, gently kissing those lips. "But I truly am tired, my love."
Pitch pulled Jack's hands up over his head, one of his holding both of the thin wrists against the pillow. He wanted to plunder that mouth, but he held back, keeping the kiss sweet. "If all the world should perish and burn, leaving only you and me, I would consider myself in heaven and find beauty in all I see."
"I couldn't agree more, mon coeur. You are my everything."
"I think I've changed my mind. About the feast, I mean."
"Oh? And what have you changed your mind to?"
"The first course will be cuddling. This soft body melting into my arms as I hold you close, completely surrounding you with just me."
Jack smiled softly up at him. "I like that idea very much, my love."
Pitch slowly lowered himself down to the bed, lying on his side. His long arms opened up towards his husband. "Come to me, lover. Time for the first course." Jack didn't need to be told twice. He immediately scooted over, burying himself against his husband's body and relaxing with happy sigh. "You're so beautiful, Jack." Pitch ran soothing fingers through the soft brown hair and along the pale spine. "So precious to me."
"I love you, Pitch." He moaned ever so softly, his husband's fingers sending tingles shooting down his body in the most relaxing way possible.
"You're melting."
"Only for you, mon coeur. Only for you." He chuckled breathlessly.
"I should hope so. I'm so dangerously possessive." Pitch traced his name against the pale skin, lightly running a nail along the skin.
"I like it. Makes me feel...wanted." He smiled, letting his eyes close as he relaxed against his husband.
"Which you are. Very much." Pitch pulled Jack closer, a long leg draping over his pale ones.
"I love you." He gently kissed the bare chest in front of him.
"I love you, Jack. More than is even humanly possible." Pitch pressed the head to his chest, as he draped an arm over Jack's body. His larger form was almost swallowing up his husband's smaller one. Jack smiled, feeling himself drift off into a peaceful sleep. Pitch felt himself relax when the smaller man beneath him began to sleep. He pulled Jack closer a little more and closed his eyes, drowning in the scent of his husband and their love.
ZZ
Pitch felt a strange pressure down in his lower regions. He cracked an eye open and looked down. "Jack...why are you sucking me?"
"Because you wake me up to it all the time. For once, I woke up before you, so I thought I would return the favor."
He moaned, spreading his legs a little more. "If...if this is how it feels, maybe I should wake up later every day."
"Feels great, doesn't it?" Jack smirked, taking his husband's length down his throat.
"It does." Pitch tangled his fingers in the brown hair and tugged lightly. "Maybe...maybe you could do a little more?" Jack moaned around him, his head bobbing as he looked up at the man with intense blue eyes. "That's...not what I...meant."
"Oh? And what do you mean?" He pulled away, licking up the thickness for a few moments.
"When I do this to you...I usually end up...inside you."
"Ah. You want me inside you, love?"
"Y-yes. Desperately."
"I've got something even better for you." He slowly crawled up the man's body with a mischievous smile on his face. Jack straddled Pitch's waist, lowering himself down and taking his husband's entire length in him in one thrust. He moved himself up and down on his lover, his slicked up ass sliding deliciously against him.
"Jack! You're so stretched...and slick."
"I took the liberty of preparing myself for you, lover. I had a feeling you'd want more than just my mouth."
"You know me so...so well. God, that feels so good! Harder!" Jack moaned, his hips thrusting down onto him faster and hitting his own prostate. His fingers dug into his husband's chest as he revelled in the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Good! So deliciously...erotic. More, Jack. Bite me." The younger man leaned down, latching his teeth onto Pitch's chest as his thrusts grew harder. "God! Yes...yes! Jack...I-I'm in love with you!"
"I know. I love you too."
"I want us to come t-together. At the same moment. Can you manage that?"
"You better be ready soon...because I am so damn close..." His eyes shut in ecstasy as he bit his lip, slamming down onto him.
"If you come first, then you'll just have to come again."
"Pitch..." He gasped.
"Are you gonna come, Jack?" Pitch began snapping his hips up against Jack's.
"Y-yes."
"Then come, lover. Come...and then come again." Pitch smiled wickedly, moving his hips in circular motions.
"No...only once," he moaned.
"Not until we come together. Better seduce me, lover." Jack slipped a hand down between them, massaging his husband's balls. Pitch moaned, throwing his head back. "Yes! Harder! H-harder!"
He leaned down, huskily whispering in the man's ear as he gave a particularly hard squeeze, "Come for me, mon coeur. Fill me up."
"Yes, lover. Deeply...completely." Pitch grunted, holding Jack's hips down on his as he filled him up and his husband came between them.
Jack collapsed on top of him with a soft moan. "You're so wonderful."
"As are you. My little rabbit...how I love you." Pitch held his husband close, soft fingertips soothing on the heated skin.
"We should...we should clean up...before Auréliane wakes up."
"Roll over, lover. Let me see that chest of yours."
Jack chuckled. "I meant taking a shower."
"Just...shut up." Pitch ran his tongue up the soft skin, taking in every drop.
"Why? I thought you liked my voice."
"I do, but not when it tells me 'no,' especially considering how nice I'm being."
"I didn't tell you 'no.' I only said that we should also take a shower."
"Would you prefer a shower or...this?" Pitch moved down to take Jack in his mouth, his tongue swirling to catch any forgotten drops.
Jack groaned, gripping the sheets breathlessly. "Shower. She'll be up soon, and I'd rather not have to explain why Daddy is giving Papa's private parts kisses." Pitch ran a hand up Jack's chest, pushing down on it. He sucked harder, tongue still swirling. "Pitch..." he moaned.
"I love you." Pitch released his husband with a pop, moving down to lick up the mess around Jack's entrance.
"Th-that isn't any better to explain than before."
"When a Daddy loves a Papa very much..." He stuck his tongue in, swirling it around inside.
"Pitch!" He hissed, his back arching from the bed.
"Almost done, love. There's just this...little bit, deep inside..." Pitch moved his tongue around, thrusting as deep as he could.
"You...bastard," he gasped.
"Do you really feel that way?"
"You know I...don't."
"Then say only what you truly feel." Pitch moved his tongue out, lightly circling the ring before moving up to tongue at the heavy balls.
"S-stop before...before Lia wakes up and sees us like this." He shivered beneath him.
"Is that what you truly feel? What you really want?" The older man took one ball in his mouth, sucking it as he massaged the other.
"I never want this to end..." his toes curled. "...but it has to. We can't let her see us like this, Pitch."
"I know it must end. Just...give me a little longer." Pitch sucked hard and moved to take the other ball in his mouth.
"O-only a little...longer." Jack gasped, his fingers tightening on the sheets.
"Would you really stay like this forever...if you could? Your body under my mouth and my own body?"
"Yes..." He nodded, biting his lip.
Pitch spread his husband's legs more, his tongue licking the crease of his thigh. Jack could feel his muscles spasming beneath Pitch's mouth, sending shivers up his spine. "Melt, lover. Melt against me." Pitch sucked spots on his husband's soft inner thigh, his long fingers stroking and massaging the heavy sac. Jack moaned softly, one hand reaching down to entwine in his husband's hair. "I don't think you want me to stop. I think you want my mouth here until the last possible second."
"Oh, God...I never want you to stop, mon coeur." His chest lifted from the bed again.
"That's all you needed to say." Pitch took his hand and mouth away, employing them on Jack's chest and neck as he plunged inside, shoving his husband down into the bed.
"P-pitch!" Jack clutched at him with a gasp, hips rolling up to meet the man's thrusts.
"You're tight again, Jack. Squeezing me so hard." He moved quickly, digging inside his husband. He switched between that one spot and deeper...
"I'll always be tight for you, my love." His legs wrapped around Pitch's waist, squeezing him tightly.
"Speak more words to me. So...so erotic. Drives me mad." Pitch changed the angle, digging into Jack's spot.
"Pitch! Oh, God! I love you so much!" He bit his lips harshly, trying to stay somewhat quiet. Jack kissed his husband deeply to hide his scream as his release slammed through him, his body tightening around Pitch's cock.
"You're beautiful, lover. Precious, dear...amazing. My heaven and earth are in your eyes." Pitch sped up his pace, slamming deep.
Jack collapsed back to the bed underneath him, looking up at his lover with a breathless smile and gently stroking his cheek. "Come in me, mon coeur."
"Yes, my dearest love." Pitch slammed their lips together as he spilled, shooting deep inside Jack's body. "I love you, I love you."
"I-I love you...too."
"I'll never stop wanting you, Jack. This body will always be open to me. No matter when or where."
"Even when all of my amazing muscles go away and I'm old and grey?"
"Even then. You'll still be my beautiful love. Besides..." Pitch kissed the tip of Jack's nose, settling his head under the man's chin. "I'll beat you to it."
"But you age so handsomely, love. Salt and pepper sideburns are so incredibly sexy. We don't know how I'm going to look yet."
"Like this. Blue eyes bright, hair brown and luxurious, body slim and pale. I'll be so old, and people will wonder how an old fart like me could get a hot, young thing like you."
"I'll be aging right along with you, love. I won't be staying like this either."
"Yes, you will. Forever." Pitch nuzzled against Jack's skin, his long arms wrapping around his slim torso.
"And you are going to live for a very long time so that we can die together and never have to be without the other."
"Wow, that was pretty romantic...but true. So so true." Pitch felt his eyes closing, his body growing heavy.
Jack reached over the side of the bed, grabbing their boxers and handing Pitch his. "Put them back on, mon coeur. Then at least if she comes in we're not completely naked." He chuckled, slipping his own over his hips and trying his best to ignore the feel of his husband's cum leaking from his ass.
"Mmm...no." The other man brought his husband closer, molding the smaller form against his. He draped a long leg and an arm over Jack's body.
"Then you can explain to her why her Daddy is naked in bed with Papa." He smiled, melting against his lover.
"When a Daddy and a Papa live each other very much..." Pitch pulled Jack closer and used his toes to pull the sheet up closer so he could cover them.
"They fuck each other senseless?"
"Jack..." Pitch lightly spanked his husband, chuckling into the dark hair.
"What? Isn't that what you were going to say?"
"Not at all. She's only a little girl. That conversation comes later." He nuzzled Jack's neck, sucking the lobe. "A conversation you are having with her."
"How come I'm having that one with her? Unfair."
"You're the nice parent. Be happy. I'll have to have the conversations about why she can't date this boy or that boy."
Jack smiled. "When did we establish who's the mean and who's the nice dad?"
"When we met. I was the mean one, you were the nice one."
"I still don't see how that applies to our parenting styles."
"Would you like to be the mean parent? The one she expects to always hear 'no' from?"
"I suppose not...but that doesn't mean you have to be either. Why can't we both be nice parents and just be very firm when the situation demands it?"
"Equal sharing? Hmm...quite a suggestion." Pitch pressed his lips to Jack's chest, a hand moving up to cover the man's mouth. "You should be quiet. I'm tired, and I want to hold my young lover." lJack chuckled but didn't say anything, wrapping his arms around his husband and holding him close. "Good boy." Pitch moved his hand away, using it to hold Jack's head to his neck. "Rest, lover." His nose buried in the dark hair, breathing deep.
Just as Jack started to nod back to sleep, the door to their room cracked open. "Daddy? Papa? Tu es réveillé? (Are you awake?)"
The younger man chuckled, mumbling to his lover, "So much for resting..." He looked towards the door, holding his hand out to the little girl. "Nous sommes éveillés, ma chérie. Venez nous rejoindre. (We're awake, darling. Come join us.)"
"Speak for yourself," Pitch mumbled, throwing the sheet over his head and leaving only a few locks of black hair uncovered.
Auréliane skipped over and climbed into the bed next to Jack, snuggling into his arms. "Pourquoi Daddy cacher? (Why is Daddy hiding?)"
"Parce qu'il est encore très fatigué, ma petite étoile. Nous devrions le laisser se reposer. (Because he's still very tired, my little star. We should let him rest.)"
A long arm snuck out from under the sheet, pulling both of them closer. "Don't you leave me. It's your fault, sexy minx."
"Language, darling. There is a child present. You're just lucky she doesn't know much English yet." He smiled at his daughter, kissing the top of her head. "Daddy veut dormir encore, mais il ne veut pas nous quitter. Que pensez-vous que nous devrions faire? (Daddy wants to sleep still, but he doesn't want us to leave. What do you think we should do?)"
"Rester, ma petite. (Stay, my dear.)"
"Mais que ferions-nous dans ce grand lit avec un papa dormir? (But what would we do in this big bed with a sleeping Daddy?)" He lowered his voice a little. "A sleeping Daddy who should put on his underwear."
"Shut up." The sheets over Pitch's crotch moved as he pulled his boxers on.
"No telling me to shut up. You don't want to scar our little girl for the rest of her life, do you?"
Auréliane's eyes lit up when she came up with an idea. "Peut-on construire un fort? Les autres enfants l'habitude de faire ça tout le temps. Il ressemblait tellement amusant. (Can we build a fort? The other kids used to do it all the time. It looked like so much fun.)"
"How about a castle? Auréliane can be the princess, and I'll be the dashing prince."
"And what will that make me?"
"A lowly servant boy." Pitch got up, putting his mouth to Jack's ear. "Who visits my bed often," he whispered.
"Papa dit que nous devrions construire un château à la place. Qu'il pourrait être le prince et le princesse vous, mais je ne suis qu'un serviteur. Je ne pense pas que ce soit juste...et vous? (Daddy says that we should build a castle instead. That he could be the prince and you the princess, but I'm just a servant. I don't think that's fair...do you?)" He stuck out his bottom lip at his daughter.
Auréliane shook her head. "Daddy est le roi, et Papa est le roi. Je suis la princesse. (Daddy is the King, and Papa is the King. I'm the princess.)"
"Two kings? Such an idea!" Pitch took her from Jack's arms, pulling her onto his lap. "Quelle une fille intelligente. (What a smart girl.)"
She giggled. "Parce que j'ai deux papas intelligents. (Because I have two smart dads.)"
"Jack, she is your daughter. She knows how to make me fall in love with her words."
Jack smiled at his lover before burying his face in Auréliane's stomach. "Cette fille intelligente que nous avons! Un château avec deux rois, il est! (Such a smart daughter we have! A castle with two kings it is!)" Pitch laughed, falling on both of them and pressing kisses to the two people he loved desperately.
Not too long later, the three of them were lying in a laughing mess underneath an elaborate pillow fort. Jack and Auréliane's stomachs suddenly growled, almost simultaneously, and they turned to look at Pitch with expectant eyes.
Pitch clapped a hand over his eyes. "What are my orders, your Majesties?"
"Petit-déjeuner, le roi Daddy! (Breakfast, King Daddy!)" Auréliane sat up with a grin, putting her hands on her hips.
Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back down into his arms with a laugh. "Je vais avoir tout ce qu'elle obtient. (I'll have whatever she gets.)"
"Any preferences?"
The little girl thought for a moment, her face suddenly brightening. "Cur...ab legs?" When she only received confused looks from both her dads, she turned to Jack. "Comment pouvez-vous le dire? (How do you say it?)"
"You want...crab legs?"
She turned, nodding eagerly. "Papa les a faites pour moi un jour. Ils étaient délicieux! (Papa made them for me one day. They were yummy!)"
Pitch looked at his husband with wide eyes. "You made her crab legs for breakfast?"
Jack burst out laughing. "N-no! Of course not! Th-that's just what I've always called them."
"And...may I know what they actually are? I prefer not to have to go out and buy crab legs."
"It's a breakfast sandwich on a croissant. Eggs, cheese, and bacon strips between two halves of a buttered and toasted croissant." He chuckled.
"I'll attempt it." Pith chuckled as well, rising with a groan. "Damn, my back."
"Is it bothering you?"
"No, just getting a lot of exercise for an old man." Pitch winked before shuffling out to the kitchen.
Jack chuckled. "Va aider ton Daddy, Aureliane. Papa a besoin de prendre une douche rapide, d'accord? (Go help your Daddy, Auréliane. Papa needs to take a quick shower, alright?)" The little girl nodded, jumping out of the bed and running after her other dad. Jack headed into the bathroom and slipped out of his cum covered boxers before jumping into the shower to rinse off quickly.
"Now, imagine my surprise at finding out Papa is taking a shower without me."
Jack jumped, quickly turning around. "You're supposed be making breakfast, love."
"I'm done. Didn't take too long to make, and besides, you've been in here longer than you think."
"How long has it been?"
"Twenty-five minutes."
"Shit! I'm sorry. I only meant to just rinse off."
Pitch pulled the curtain back, stepping in behind his lover. "Since you're here, you can help me rinse off."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Only rinse off. Our daughter is very much awake and waiting for us."
"She's also very much distracted by a fish searching for his son. We have about an hour to kill before she misses us." Pitch ran his hands up the pale chest, his fingers travelling up to cup Jack's cheeks.
"Thank goodness for movies..." He nuzzled into his husband's hand, a small smile on his face.
"And why would that be, lover?"
"Because I can have morning cuddle time with my darling husband." Jack wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, holding him close.
"What kind of cuddling? The passionate kind. the sweet kind, or...both?"
"I think I've had enough of the passionate kind this morning. I believe it's time for some sweet."
"Aw, a pity." Pitch smiled, wrapping his arms around his husband as his long fingers moved gently over the skin. "And here I thought you were my little rabbit."
"Even rabbits need a little break every once in awhile."
"Who told you that?"
"I did."
"Jack! What a cruel lie to tell yourself! It breaks this little rabbit's heart." Pitch whined and stuck his bottom lip out, looking as sad and pitiful as he could manage. Time to put those acting classes to good use...
"Too bad. I want my sweet cuddles, damn it. We were so cutely interrupted from them earlier by our daughter, but now I demand them be given to me."
"Not even a teensy weensy little passionate cuddle?"
"Not unless it's passion about making these cuddles as sweet as can be."
He spun Jack around, using a hand to push the smaller body against the wall. "Don't move, Jack."
"This is most definitely not a sweet cuddle."
"Shut up." Pitch got down on his knees, looking up at his husband with warm, golden eyes. He took Jack's hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He pressed gentle kisses to the skin, turning the hand over to cover the back and along the wrist.
"How is it possible for such rude words to be so immediately followed by such sweet kisses?" He smiled softly down at his lover.
"Love makes it possible." Pitch moved his mouth to Jack's stomach, his hands lovingly stroking the slim hips.
"Love is a beautiful thing. Nearly as beautiful as you."
"How many times must we discuss this? I'm not the beautiful one." He spread Jack's legs, kissing the inner thigh gently.
"You're beautiful to me." He let out a soft, happy sigh.
"I suppose we'll just have to agree to disagree." Pitch turned him around, moving his lips over one firm cheek as his fingers massaged the other.
"Sounds like that's the only option." Pitch spread the firm cheeks, licking around the tight ring as his fingers dug into the skin. Jack breathed in sharply. "Th-that's not sweet cuddling, mon coeur."
"It is. You aren't clean here. Your body needs...encouragement to let it all out."
"That's sexual, not cuddling."
"Why must you question the things I do? Sometimes the two are the same." Pitch pulled away as more of his cum began leaking out.
Jack felt it dripping down his leg, and he shivered. "I-it's just who I am. Always curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, lover." Pitch took a washcloth he had brought with him and wetted it, bringing it to Jack's entrance to clean the liquid from his husband.
"Perhaps...though sometimes it leads the cat straight to the fish."
"And which am I, lover?" He put his tongue back to Jack's entrance when the flow started to slow.
"D-definitely...the fish."
"Are you being led to me, lover?" Pitch reached around, stroking th man's hardening flesh.
Jack moaned softly, biting his lip. "Y-yes. Though I still demand my sweet cuddles...as soon as we're done."
"Done with what?"
"This."
"What's this?"
"You know exactly what this is, lover." He pushed forward a little into his husband's hand.
"Tell me anyway."
"Sex. Sweet...slow...delicious sex, mon coeur. That's what this will be."
"Well, I was planning on only cleaning you. However, it sounds like you want to make love."
"You have pushed me to that point."
"What would you do if I told you that I didn't want to?"
"I would say that's a shame and then tell you to get out of my shower so I could take care of myself."
"That's no fun. Why wouldn't you push me to the floor and have your wicked way with me? That sounds much nicer."
"Because if someone says they don't want to, that means they don't want to."
"When have you ever known me not to want to?"
"Oh...we were talking literally? I was thinking hypothetically. If, by some complete freak chance, my husband told me no and meant it, I wouldn't force him." He smiled mischievously at his lover.
"Bad choice, dearest." Pitch spread Jack's legs far apart, as he rose from the floor. He bit down on the man's neck as he shoved in, forcing the smaller body against the cool tile wall. Jack moaned, reaching behind him to grasp his lovers hips. "Would you still go with that choice?" He pulled out, leaving only the head still inside.
"It's moot. The answer only applied if you really meant it when you said 'no.' You clearly did not this time."
"You talk too much."
"Then make me shut up."
"Gladly." Pitch turned his still-impaled husband around, slamming their lips together as he thrust inside and pushed the smaller man harder against the wall. Jack moaned, his hips rocking forward to meet his husband's. He froze when there was a sudden knock at the door. "Someone's at the door, lover." Pitch moved his mouth to Jack's neck, nibbling the skin as he kept thrusting.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est, Lia? (What is it, Lia?)" Jack gritted his teeth, trying not to moan loudly.
The door opened barely a crack, just enough for her to stick her head in. "Daddy? Quelque chose s'est passé au film. Il a cessé de fonctionner. (Something happened to the movie. It stopped working.)"
Pitch groaned, dropping his head on Jack's shoulder. "Don't move from this spot, Jack. I'm not anywhere near done with you." To emphasize his point, he thrust in, grinding against the man's spot.
"Y-yes." He breathlessly nodded.
"Daddy?"
"Oui, ma petite? (Yes little one?)"
"Vous venez de fixer le film? (Are you coming to fix the movie?)"
"Oui." The older man pulled a towel from behind the curtain, wrapping it around his waist. "Don't move, dearest. I mean it. Move and I'll bend you over the nearest piece of furniture." Jack nodded again collapsing back against the wall.
ZZ
Pitch made quick work of fixing the movie, returning to the bathroom. "Still there, lover?" He opened the door to see Jack sitting on the edge of the tub, a hand to the back of his head. "What's this? Are you alright?" Pitch ran his fingers through the dark hair.
"Y-yeah. I just...slipped." He winced slightly when his husband ran over the place he'd hit his head.
"My poor lover." Pitch moved the hair aside to reveal a growing bump. He pressed gentle lips to the spot, his hands moving down the lithe body.
"Sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault you're a clumsy creature."
"I...I moved." Blue eyes widened, when he felt a sudden lurch in his belly. Jack practically pushed his husband out of the way, quickly throwing open the toilet lid just in time to throw up the entirety of his last meal.
"Now what's wrong?" Pitch held Jack's shoulder-length hair away from his face, a hand rubbing his back soothingly. "Don't tell me you're pregnant."
"Shit..." He sat back with a moan, wiping at his mouth. "I think I gave myself a concussion."
"Want to go to the hospital?"
Jack slowly shook his head. "I think I'm just going to have to sit it out." Pitch sat down on the floor, pulling his husband down between his legs. He put his hands on Jack's chest and pulled him back. Jack turned his head, burying his face in Pitch's neck and mumbling, "Sorry we can't finish."
"There's always later. We'll pick up where we left off...and then have the sex we usually have. In other words..." Pitch pulled Jack's chin up, moving his lips over the pink ones. "...a lot of sex for you."
"But for now I guess I get my sweet cuddles after all." He chuckled softly. "This is so stupid..." He groaned. "I've literally been meaning to buy a damn bathmat for months."
"Like I said, stupid." Pitch laughed softly, pulling one of Jack's hands over his own. He moved his long fingers over the thin calf and squeezed here and there.
"And damn do I need a haircut."
"I don't know. You look pretty sexy. Almost wild."
Jack laughed. "I think I prefer short hair though."
"You're going to cut it regardless of what I like, aren't you?"
"Well, I am the one who has to actually live with it on my head after all."
"Jack..." Pitch tangled his fingers in the long hair and pulled the man's head back. "I like having something to grab." He revealed the length of Jack's neck, his lips and teeth ghosting over the skin.
"I know you do...but it's not like I'm going to shave my head or anything."
"Close to it." Pitch nibbled his way down Jack's neck, running the edges over the thin collarbones.
"It'll still be a good...three or four inches. "
"You talk too much."
"A-and you...you..." He yanked himself out of his husband's arms, kneeling over the toilet again.
Pitch sighed. "That's hot."
"Oh, shut it, Pitch." Jack stood up, rinsing out his mouth in the sink with a grimace.
The taller man leaned back and crossed his arms. "Damn...you still look sexy."
"I think your dick has some very odd fetishes then. Please tell me you're not an emetophiliac." He rolled his eyes, wiping at his mouth with a towel.
"Not at all. I just think my husband is attractive no matter what. Love is blind, dearest."
"Blind to the loved one puking as well? That's a little odd." He chuckled.
"Fine, you ugly creature. I'm disgusted. Can't even look at you." Pitch covered his eyes with his hands.
Jack smiled at him. "I think I'm going to lay down for a bit, mon coeur. There isn't really anything left in my stomach to throw up anymore."
"That's gross, lover."
"And yet so true." He shrugged, heading out of the bathroom to curl up in their bed again with a soft moan.
"Am I still allowed in your bed, husband? Or am I, and my dick, exiled?"
"I suppose you could join...until our daughter's movie is finished." He held his hand out to his husband.
"And then once it's over? Then am I exiled?"
"Well, somebody will have to keep her distracted so Papa can rest."
Pitch sighed. "No sex tonight. Oh joy, oh rapture." He pulled his clothes on.
"I never said that, love. There are still plenty of hours before nightfall."
"When you sleep, you're out. For hours. Accept it, my little love. No sex tonight if you insist on resting." Pitch leaned down, pressing their lips together.
"If I'm awake by nightfall that will just mean I'll be awake all night." His hand stroked the man's cheek.
"If you insist on resting, then no...sex..." Pitch ran a hand down Jack's body, stopping and stroking, massaging, cupping certain areas.
"Oh, how I want to..." He felt himself starting to get dizzy. "B-but I really...shouldn't."
"You sure? You're feeling awfully hard right now. And you do need to be punished for moving, after all."
"I have a concussion. I really shouldn't."
"If it's really that bad, you should be going to the hospital, not to bed."
"Then take me to a damn hospital. All I know is that I'm definitely not feeling up to fucking right now."
"Ouch. Then get dressed, love. Me and my dick need to go have a pity party."
"Why do you have to be like this right now? I feel like shit, Pitch." He pulled a pillow over his head with a moan.
Pitch crawled on the bed, weaseling under the pillow to kiss his husband. "I'm sorry. I'm still a little horny from being interrupted."
"Do you think you could ignore your dick long enough to get me some ice?"
"Perhaps. Kiss me, sweetling. Gentle me with your touch."
Jack leaned forward, their lips brushing across each other as he softly stroked his husband's cheek. "Please?"
"Yes, my love." Pitch rose from the bed and went into the kitchen for some ice. "Auréliane, Papa est malade. Nous devons être tranquille pendant quelques heures. (Papa is sick. We have to be quiet for a few hours.)"
She looked up from the couch. "Pourquoi est-il malade? Qu'est-il arrivé? (Why is he sick? What happened?)"
"Il a un boo-boo. Il a rendu malade. (He has a boo-boo. It's made him sick.)"
"Il est blessé? Il va bien se passer...pas vrai? (He's hurt? He's going to be alright...right?)" Her eyes instantly filled with worry.
"Oui, oui. Il a juste besoin de repos. (Yes, yes. He just needs rest.)"
"Puis-je le voir? (Can I see him?)"
"Plus tard, ma amour. Plus tard. (Later, my love. Later.)" Pitch put the ice in a bag, wrapping that in a towel and carrying it back to their bedroom.
Jack gave a tired smile when his husband walked in. "What took you so long?"
"Our daughter, sweetling, and her concern for you."
"I can see that." He chuckled when he looked up and blue eyes met blue through the cracked door. "Viens ici, ma petite amour. (Come here, my little love.)" He held his hand out to her.
Auréliane shook her head. "Daddy dit que je dois attendre de vous voir... (Daddy said I have to wait to see you...)"
"Eh bien, je suis celui qui ne se sent pas bien et je dis que vous pouvez entrent en jeu. (Well, I'm the one who isn't feeling well, and I say that you can come in.)" He gave her a small smile when she nervously looked at her other father.
"Venez, ma amour. (Come, love.)" Pitch smiled, holding his hand out as well.
Jack took the ice from his husband, putting it to the back of his head with a happy sigh. Auréliane came into the room and moved over to the side of the bed to look down at Jack. "Allez-vous être d'accord, Papa? (Are you going to be okay, Papa?)"
"Bien sûr, ma petite étoile. Je viens de frapper ma tête et se sentent un peu dégueu dans mon ventre. Voilà tout. (Of course, my little star. I just hit my head and feel a little yucky in my tummy. That's all.)" He smiled, taking her tiny hand in his own. "Mais vous savez ce que vous pourriez faire pour me sentir un peu mieux? (But you know what you could do to make me feel a little better?)"
"Quoi, papa? (What, Papa?)"
"Vous pouvez lire votre papa une histoire jusqu'à ce qu'il s'endorme. Je voudrais beaucoup. Tu peux faire ça pour moi? (You could read your Papa a story until he falls asleep. I would like that very much. Can you do that for me?)" She nodded, and Jack watched her run out of the room to go grab one of her many books with a smile. "Can you hand me a pair of clean boxers, mon coeur?" He looked up at his husband.
"Are you still naked under those sheets?"
"Well, I never exactly got dressed after I got out of the shower. So, yes."
"Stupid, and even after I told you to." Pitch grabbed a pair, handing it to his husband with a fond smile.
"Well, I was already in bed when you said that." He chuckled and slid the boxers on underneath the sheets.
"Sure, sure. Excuses." Pitch ducked his head down, sucking the full bottom lip into his mouth.
"Adequate excuses, thank you very much." Jack gently pulled away with a smile when he heard the door open again. "Venez, ma petite. Je veux que mes histoires. (Come, little one. I want my stories.)" He patted the bed beside him, and Auréliane came over, climbing in with three of her favorite fairytale books and a new one her dads had gotten her written in English. "Que diriez-vous essayer celui-là en premier? Et peut-être votre Daddy peut vous aider à le lire. (How about we try this one first? And maybe your Daddy can help you read it.)" She nodded, opening up the book to the first page. "Allez, Daddy. Rejoignez-nous. (Come on, Daddy. Join us.)" Jack looked up at his husband with a smile.
"Make room. I'm not sure I'll fit!" Jack pulled the little girl closer to him and scooted over to make room for the other man. "Thank you, dearest." Pitch pulled the sheets back, grunting as he crawled on top of his husband and settled himself against the smaller man. "Ah, yes. That's good." Jack chuckled softly and relaxed back into the bed, settling in to enjoy the sound of his daughter's sweet voice. Pitch leaned down, whispering into Jack's ear, "I'm liking this almost as much as what I originally planned."
"Just enjoy the story, love." He smiled, managing to stay awake as Auréliane struggled through the English story and one of her other books, but he fell fast asleep halfway through the second one.
"Hey, hey." Pitch nibbled Jack's lobe. "Wake up! How rude, sweetling."
"Ne pas le réveiller, Daddy! Il a besoin de dormir, tu te souviens? (Don't wake him up, Daddy! He needs to sleep, remember?)" Auréliane quietly hissed at her father.
"Toutes mes excuses. (My apologies.)" He moved a hand down Jack's body and started stroking him. "Tu as raison. (You're right.)"
She gently slapped his arm, when she saw Jack shift in his sleep. "Arrête! Tu vas le réveiller! (Stop it! You're gonna wake him up!)"
"Désolé. (Sorry.)" He moved his arm under the sheets, continuing to stroke.
Auréliane laid down against Jack, looking worriedly up into her Papa's face. "Vous êtes gonna be alright, Papa. Daddy et je vais prendre soin de toi. (You're gonna be alright, Papa. Daddy and I will take care of you.)" She gently kissed his sleeping cheek.
Pitch smiled and nodded, his hand still slowly stroking. Jack stirred slightly in his sleep, but he didn't wake up, his arms unknowingly wrapping around his daughter and pulling her close. "Ouch. Forsaken." Pitch kissed the pale cheek, moving to lie on the other side of his husband.
Auréliane giggled, her own arms wrapping around Jack, and smiled over the sleeping man's shoulder at her father. Pitch stuck his tongue out at her, smiling too. She giggled again before laying her head back down and nestling under Jack's chin, letting loose a happy sigh.