Prompt: December 21: Arctic Animals
In this 300 years of isolation, Jack has made friends with many of the animals that share his element. Now that he has a companion, he wishes to introduce him to his furry friends. Or perhaps Jack's just a plush animal enthusiast.

"What is THIS?" Pitch forced out.

Jack smiled proudly and waved an arm at his bed. "This. This is my stuffed animal polar bear collection!"

It was more like an army of the polar bear creations. They covered the bed, the shelves, the dresser, and were even in the corners of the room. He wouldn't doubt there were even some stacked in the boy's closet. "You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered, somewhat in disgust.

A pout pulled on Jack's face, making him look greatly adorable, but Pitch knew it wasn't a look that would end up with him sleeping alone. "What do you mean?"

Pitch let out a hesitant laugh. "I mean they are lovely, sweetheart."

Jack smirked with a knowing look. "Good, I'd hate to see you on the couch," he practically purred as he stretched up, hooking his arms around the back of Pitch's neck.

Pitch smirked back and wrapped his arms around Jack's waist. "I wouldn't enjoy it that much as well," he whispered as he leaned down to Jack's lips. He brushed his against them lightly before Jack jumped up, capturing his lips fully. Pitch chuckled and pulled back enough to speak. "Impatient, are we?" he teased.

"I've never really been the patient type," he replied with a nip at his bottom lip.

Pitch let out a low growl and pushed Jack back onto the bed and crawled up over him. He leaned down to kiss the boy and that was when he felt it. Their eyes…they were staring at him. He shifted uncomfortably over Jack.

Jack looked up at him worriedly. "Pitch? Pitch, what's wrong?"

He glared at the offending creatures in frustration. "I will not do anything with those creatures watching," he hissed.

"…Pitch, you know they're not real, right?" Jack whispered, still worried.

Pitch looked at him quickly and in such a harsh way that it caused Jack to flinch. "I know that," he growled. "But…" He looked back up at the stuffed animals warily.

Jack sighed. "I'm really not going to get laid. Am I?"