Yes, there will still be plot movement in this story. It will just be mixed in with much smut ;) Therapy sex ahead. Don't ask questions, just enjoy!

"Jamie called again."

Jack groaned, pulling the sheets over his head. "I don't want to talk to him. He's just going to bug me about trying to go into the studio..."

Pitch sat propped against the headboard. He was still very much naked, except for a pair of glasses. He licked his thumb as he turned the page in the book he was reading. "You should call him. And if he starts...bugging you, put me on the phone. He's deathly afraid of me, you know."

"For good reason. Your uncle is his boss. Not to mention, you are an arrogant asshole too."

Pitch closed the book, using his thumb as a bookmark. "Excuse me, but this arrogant asshole also happens to be your lover and fiancé. He also just so happens to know the ways to make your asshole beg for me."

Jack blushed, his pale hand coming out from underneath the sheets to grab for his phone. He dialed his cousin's number, keeping the cloth over his head. "And no interrupting me this time, Pitch." He waited as the earpiece continued to ring.

"No promises, love." He leaned over, lifting the sheet, and licked the sensitive behind Jack's ear.

Jack shivered before pulling the sheets tighter over his head. "Hello? Jamie?"

"Jack? Seriously, you jerk, if you hang up on me this time, I will come over there and wring your scrawny little neck!"

"You deserved it, Jamie. I told you how much it would hurt me to go in there, and you were pushing me to do it anyway!"

"Because I care! If you don't go now, you never will! You'll just keep putting it off until years go by and all your paints are dry and the canavasses are covered in dust!"

"It's not your business to push me further than I'm ready to go yet."

"Has Pitch even tried to get you to go in? Has he even mentioned art at all to you?"

"No. He's letting me go at my own pace. He knows when to stop, Jamie."

"Except when it comes to sex. Then there is no stopping," Pitch mumbled, turning another page. Jack pulled the sheet back for a second and glared up at him, but the man just shrugged innocently.

"Is he there right now?"

"Yes. He told me to hand the phone to him if you won't stop bugging me, and I'm so very close to doing just that."

"Do it! I dare you!"

Pitch held his left hand out expectantly. Without another word, Jack handed him the phone before burrowing under the sheets again. "Hello, Jamie. Now now, crying is unnecessary. I'm not going to hurt you...Yes, I know he hasn't gone back in...and I'm not going to. If he doesn't feel comfortable going in, it could traumatize him...Jamie, have you ever tried the Backstairs Boogaloo?...It's a very fascinating sexual position. Jack would be on his hands and knees on the stairs and..." Pitch tapped on the sheets over Jack's head. The younger man quickly punched him in the leg, but he didn't say anything. "Jack, he hung up. What a rude boy your cousin is. And here I was, about to describe in vivid detail one of the sexual positions I found in this book. I hate when people don't let me finish my thoughts. Add forgetfulness to nearsighted...I'm a relic!"

Jack couldn't make himself smile as he curled up tighter under the sheets. Pitch dropped his book on the bedside table and burrowed under the sheets, cuddling up to his lover. "What's wrong now, dear?"

"He's right..." The younger man whispered.

"About what? Did you hear him call me a freaky shit before he hung up?"

"I need to go in...but I'm scared..."

"Jack Frost, scared? Impossible!"

"I don't want to go back to feeling like that...feeling empty a-and lifeless..."

Pitch rolled Jack onto his back. He climbed on top of his lover and spread his legs. Licking his hand, Pitch reached down and wiped his hand on his cock, pushing it into Jack's tight heat. "I have an idea. Will you trust me?"

Jack moaned at the feeling. "Y-yes..."

Pitch thrusted a few times, pushing Jack into the mattress. "Throw your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist."

Jack's long legs and arms did as they were told, clutching himself close to his lover. Pitch sat back on his haunches, pulling Jack up with him. He swung a leg over the side of the bed, rising from its warmth. "Hold onto me, Jack. Hold tight, or gravity will pull you farther down onto my cock." The younger of the two quickly discovered that fact when his arms slipped for a second. He let out a cry when Pitch's length rammed straight into his prostate. "I warned you. Hang on, now. We're going for a little walk, you and I."

"P-pitch...what are you doing?" Jack gasped out, every step the man took jostling his dick inside of him.

"Don't ask questions, my darling. It'll ruin the moment." Pitch carried his impaled lover down the hall to a familiar door. He moved one hand from Jack's hips to twist the knob. "Recognize this room, my love?" Jack immediately buried his face in Pitch's neck, not wanting to look at it. "I knew for certain I was in love with you when I saw this room. So much color, so much passion." Pitch carried his lover over to the easel where an empty canvas stood. The brushes and paints were still there, waiting for their master to return. This gave Pitch an idea. "Would you like to help me with something, lover?"

Jack still hadn't opened his eyes. He silently shook his head. He knew what he would see when he opened his eyes. He knew the hurt that would flood into him, the same hurt that was already trickling in.

"No? Oh, that's cruel, lover. Guess I'll just have to do this without you." Pitch sat down on the chair in front of the easel, turning Jack to face away from him and thrusting into him again. He reached over for a brush and brought it to his lover's cock, wetting it with his pre-cum. When it was wet enough, he dipped it into the paint. "Let's see now...I'm going to need a touch of white." Pitch grabbed Jack's right hand and wrapped it around the brush. To make sure the small hand stayed, he wrapped his larger one around it. "Here looks like a good spot."

"Please..." the man nearly sobbed.

"Hush, Jack. I'm working, and I need full concentration. Now, I'm going to need some blue..." he stretched their hands over to dip the brush in the water and then into the blue paint. "I think a swipe or two here..."

"I-I...I can't do this." His entire body shook in fear.

Pitch thrust up into his young lover. "I don't know what it is you can't do. You're just sitting there, you lazy creature. I'm the one doing all the work. Pink, I think...yes, I need pink."

"Pitch...it hurts..." He couldn't stop a small moan from escaping his throat.

"Does it now? Yes, I can see...you're so erect right now. So tall and proud, not afraid of anything. Take a lesson from your cock, Jack. You don't need to be afraid of anything...now where is that blasted green? Oh, never mind. Found it."

Jack took a deep, shuddering breath, finally daring to open his eyes. He pulled his good hand away from the brush, turning just enough to cup his lover's face and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

"It's not finished, Jack, but look at what we created. You and I, together." There, on the canvas, was a painting of Jack, flushed from orgasm, lying in bed with his legs spread. His eyes were bright and shining, staring back at Jack from the canvas. "This is what I see. This is you, through my eyes. And you painted it, with my help."

Jack flushed. "I-I...you..." He turned back to face the man beneath him, tears brimming in his eyes. "I don't deserve you."

"No, Jack. I don't deserve you. I am a cruel, selfish, arrogant man. You are as you see. Beautiful, kind, brave...you are perfection, Jack. Cast and all."

"I love you," he whispered, leaning close to gently kiss his nose.

Pitch thrust up into Jack. "Then how would you like to paint another? I have an image in my head right now, of you when we first met." Jack moaned, clutching the man closer and nodding his head. "Very good. See? This room isn't so scary anymore, is it? Especially now that this is here...and you'll always remember how I fucked you in front of your easel and wet your brush with your cock."

"I'll never forget because we will undoubtedly do it again. Now. Tomorrow. Next week. Next year." He emphasized each of those with a long kiss.

Pitch shivered at the thought that Jack wanted him here that long. "Oh god...I can't wait. Now, as much as I would love to continue painting, this chair is digging into my ass. How about we finish on that wall over there and then we can do a bit more painting, hmmm?"

Jack nodded, lifting himself up and back down onto Pitch's cock with a loud moan. "Fuck me to your heart's content, my darling Pitch. I beg of you."

"A man could get used to this." Pitch smiled and brought Jack's head back for a deep kiss.

Jack kneeled down, picking up the canvas. His fingers ran along the edge, bumping across the broken part of the frame with a frown "That bastard..." he mumbled under his breath.

"Talking of me again, my love? How happy that makes me." Pitch kneeled down behind Jack, kissing the back of his neck.

"As much of a bastard as you are, I wasn't talking about you. You're not the only bastard in your family, you know." Jack's hand ran over the part of the painting that had been smeared when it had come into contact with his head. "This is what I was working on when he came."

"My uncle...it seems he broke more than just your hand that day." He placed one hand on Jack's, tracing the damage on the painting. His other hand brought Jack's head to his lips. He kissed his cheek, lightly licking the fading bruise.

Jack gave a small smile. "It's my mother...I found a picture of her once in my dad's old stuff, and I haven't stopped painting her since."

"So that's her...the woman that has that irresistible French blood." Pitch nuzzled Jack's neck. "You look like her."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he chuckled. "I remember when dad used to tell me about her. Mum would get so mad. I think it was because she knew that he would never stop loving my real mum."

"I know how he feels. Once you get a taste of that Frost French blood, everything else seems so...grey, in contrast."

Jack nudged him with his shoulder. "You didn't even know I was French until yesterday, you idiot."

"I've always known, secretly. Only a Frenchman could be so passionate and loving."

"Is that why you were so shocked when you found out I could speak French?" Jack eyed him with a grin before sighing and looking down at the canvas again. "I wish I could have known her..."

"You do...because she's in here." Pitch laid a hand on Jack's chest, rubbing the skin with his fingertips. "I told my wife about you."

Jack turned to stare at him in shock. "But I thought...didn't you say...when Aerabella..."

"She's not alive, you fool. She is very much dead...When I got back from Italy, I went to visit her grave. I told her about you, how I loved you, and how I thought you might love me too. I wanted her to be happy with my choice...I wanted to know she approved. Kneeling by her tombstone, I felt a warm breeze. She told me before that if I ever felt a warm breeze by her grave, that would mean she was happy with me. She approves, Jack. I think she likes you."

"She never even met me."

"My love, I had barely even met you when I fell in love with you. She's met you through my heart. She loves you because I love you and because you've made me happy."

Jack gently put down the canvas, turning to weave his arm around his lover's neck. "I really make you happy? I'm not just a hot body to fuck?"

"Now that you mention it, you are pretty fuckable. But no. You are everything to me, Jack. I cannot...I will not imagine a life, a world where you don't exist for me." The younger man didn't reply. Instead he pushed himself up closer, capturing his fiance's lips in a loving kiss. "Marry me, Jack."

He chuckled. "You've already asked me that, remember?"

"We only became engaged, then. I want to marry you, now. I want to hold you in my arms and call you 'husband.' I want to look at your finger and see my ring there. I want to walk down the street with my arm around you and be able to say that you are mine, to have and to hold, til death do us part."

"But you can do all of that already."

"Can I, Jack? How easy it would be to separate us. At least by saying 'I do,' it makes it a little harder for this world to take you from me...or for you to come to your senses and decide to leave me."

"Pitch, I would never leave you." Jack pulled him over to the couch, gently pushing him down and climbing to straddle his legs. "I love you. I love you so damn much that, if you left me, I have no doubt that I would die inside. I just..." He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. "What we have between us is special and perfect and beautiful...and I don't want to rush into anything. I want to marry you. I really, really do. But part of marriage is the feeling of finally ending our lives as separate people. We've really only been together a week, Pitch. As much as I would love to get married right now, I think we should wait." He looked into the man's eyes, afraid of what he would say.

Pitch looked at Jack sadly, but he smiled. He reached up and pushed a white lock of hair behind Jack's ear. "Of course. I...I understand. You want...time." Pitch gently untangled himself from Jack's body. He walked over to the door, grabbing his coat and keys along the way. "I'm going out for a little. I'll be back...but like you, I just need time." Pitch opened the door and closed it behind him with a click.

"I...I didn't want time away from you..." Jack choked on the words, feeling a pang of hurt as the man he loved walked away from him. Frustrated, he brushed away a tear that had snuck down his cheek.

On the other side of the door, Pitch cried. The tears poured from his eyes. He slid down the cool wood to sit, drawing his legs to his chest and hiding his face as he cried. Jack...Jack...Jack... "Jack!" Pitch sobbed, holding his hands over his ears. His fingers tangled in his hair, pulling harshly at the strands. Jack...Jack...Jack... "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." He started rocking, desperate to ease the pain. "Lumina, what do I do? Help me...Oh god, my heart hurts..."

Yes, we know there is a lot of smut in these recent chapters. Don't worry though. After a few more we start to back off of it...a little.

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