Meeeehhhhh…. Sunday…. …. … Can it stay Saturday for a few more days…? Please…?

*groans*

Well, without further complaining from me… Here's the next chapter… (Listening to "I want you bite")

Frost High

Chapter Twenty-One- Sleepovers and Sweet Words

The month of October had gone by fairly quickly. The only days that actually mattered to Jack at all were the day before Halloween and Halloween itself. He and his friends had grouped up- it was a mess for a long, long time. November was more exciting for Jack- he found out Pitch's birthday was November second, which, oddly enough, was also the Day of the Dead that year.

He had been begging Kris to let him spend a weekend with Pitch- as his birthday present. Kris had agreed, but only if Pitch first came to their house so the two of them could get to know each other better.

At school, Jack was currently giving Pitch his presents that he had bought. One was a skull shaped candle holder; the candle went in the jaw. (It looked very spooky) Pitch had smirked when he first saw it, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

Jack had let Sandy know it was his birthday- Sandy showed up afterschool to give him something too. Once Jack had finished showering Pitch with scary Halloween related presents, Sandy gave him a family photo. It was of him, his mom, and his dad around Christmas time.

Pitch smiled at it fondly. "Thank you, Sid, but just seeing you was present enough," he said before hugging his nephew tight. Jack felt like crying it was so adorable. Sandy actually was crying. All at once, he hopped up and joined in the hugging. Sandy made a funny face, but hugged him too, as did Pitch.

As the bell rang, however, the moment of family love had to come to an end. Sandy's parents would be picking him up, and he had to hurry outside so that they wouldn't come in looking for him. (They still didn't much trust Jack, but he couldn't entirely blame them… Recently Sandy had gone home with a picture of Jack that had lipstick stains all over it. They were Thianna's, but it had frightened his parents enough.)

Jack sat on Pitch's desk as the two of them said a tender goodbye, and he smiled as Pitch watched Sandy rush down the hallway.

"Like your present?" Jack asked with a grin of pride.

Smiling and walking back to the desk, Pitch replied, "Still can't understand how you convinced Timothy that he was staying for an exam make-up…"

Spreading his arms and smirking deviously, Jack said, "What can I say? I'm that good." Pitch only chuckled at that and shooed Jack off his papers. Looking up at him eagerly, jack asked, "So can you come over tonight? It is Friday, after all. And dad still wants you to come over so he can really meet you."

Sitting in his chair, Pitch sighed. "I'll be able to come over, Jack, I've told you five times now," he grumbled, looking at Jack in mild annoyance. "When should I be there again?"

"Five thirty… And bring stuff to spend the night!" Jack replied, poking at his chest with a smile. Pitch gave Jack a naughty look, which sent his head spinning as he blushed. "Not like that! My dad doesn't want us screwing in my room!" Scooting closer to him, Jack added in, "Besides, I want him to really like you. And if he hears me screaming in my room, I don't think he'll like that much…"

Pitch smirked at Jack. "I wasn't planning on doing anything, Jack," he said, "Were you?" Jack hit his arm for that, telling him he was mean. Pitch could plainly see how red his face was, and that just made it funnier.

Standing up and running his fingers through his white hair, Pitch leaned in and gently kissed Jack's forehead. He stood straight again and just smiled down at Jack- who was currently blushing deeper and staring at him like he was in a trance.

Now, it wasn't like they hadn't kissed or interacted romantically since their night together; oh no- there had been secret little in the back corner of Pitch's classroom afterschool make-out sessions, a few little kisses stolen after class ended, a few touches when Jack had to stay after to turn in an assignment. Oh yes, there was tons of interaction between them. The only thing was that Jack was a sucker for the tender moments. It always left him feeling warm and fuzzy.

Hopping to his feet, Jack quickly grabbed Pitch's shirt and pulled him down in for a kiss. Pitch wrapped his arms around Jack's torso and lifted him up off his feet so that he didn't have to strain to reach him, and they kissed fervently. Every time Pitch tried to pull away, jack would push back in, and vice versa.

Soft moans escaped the smaller boy as Pitch nibbled teasingly on his lower lip; they had been together long enough for Pitch to learn that that was one of Jack's fastest turn-ons.

Finally letting the boy's lips slip down and off his own; Pitch smiled and kissed his nose. Jack mumbled something incoherent, and Pitch asked, rubbing his back in circles, "What was that?"

"I really want to do more than kiss tonight…" he whimpered, clutching Pitch's shirt tight in his tiny hands. Pitch chuckled lightly and ruffled his hair.

Jack left after that, mulling over how things would go tonight. He imagined that he would screw things up, or that things would go perfectly. The latter was what he wanted, but he couldn't stop worrying that he was going to end up messing the whole night.

Kris was ready and willing to help Jack make dinner. He told him to make pasta and lobster- something Jack was actually really good at. Though he hated having to cook the poor creature alive, Jack was excited to do this.

"Careful now, Jack," Kris said over his shoulder, "vatch the rubber bands…" Jack nodded. The doorbell rang and Jack squeaked excitedly.

"That's Pitch!' he rushed to the door, Kris following behind with an amused smile- Jack acted like he was getting an early Christmas present. When Jack opened the door, he let Pitch in before capturing him in one hell of a bear hug.

"Pitch, is good to see you again," Kris said, once Jack released his grip. He held out a hand, which Pitch shook happily. "Jack has not shut up about you for days."

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa d~!" Jack whined, shoving his chest repeatedly as his face went dark red. Pitch only laughed at Jack's embarrassment and teased him.

Jack went back to the kitchen and let his dad and Pitch talk for a while. He heard laughing every now and then, which made him hopeful, and then he felt arms snaking around his waist. He hadn't even heard Pitch come into the kitchen- needless to say he was more than startled.

"Are you making me dinner? Oh, that's so sweet," Pitch whispered in his ear before gently kissing his neck.

"I offered," Kris said, "but Jack vanted tonight to be special!" Pitch smiled back at the large man before turning back to Jack and nuzzling his head with a soft thank you.

Pitch let Jack go, turned to Kris, and asked, "So you adopted Jack, right? He's told me his hair was brown when you first did- how did he look back then?"

"Ah!" Kris clapped his hands together, left, and came back with several picture frames. "See for yourself!" he bellowed with an excited laugh.

Jack tried to hide his face behind his shoulders as Pitch looked through the photos of Jack as a baby and a toddler. He heard one word come up a few times- "cute". He wasn't sure how he felt about this; he was excited that Pitch was showing an interest, but he was embarrassed that they were looking at his baby pictures.

"I have photo of him taking first bath, too, if you like!" Kris offered.

Jack spun his head around- face glowing pink- and he whined, "Daaad, don't show him that!" Pitch smiled at Jack, Kris laughed warmly.

Pitch rubbed Jack's shoulder, asking calmly, "Do you not want me to see your naked baby butt?" Jack pouted at him; he was trying to ignore the fact that Kris was laughing harder.

"It's not my butt that you can see in the photo…" he muttered, trying to hide his face again. Pitch made a bit of a snorting sound before he was laughing again.

"I think I'd like to see that photo," he said. Jack pouted at him once more, and his lower lip was pecked gently before Pitch followed after Kris to see said photo.

Grumbling angrily, Jack shouted out to the other room, "You're lucky I'm still making you dinner!"

"Love you too!" was the response he got from Pitch. Kris was just laughing again. Seemed like Pitch was really good at making him laugh. He was thankful for that much… It was just all the embarrassment he didn't much like.

After a little while they came back to the kitchen, and Pitch gave Jack another quick kiss before standing near him and watching him cook. Kris helped Jack cut the lobster the right way and Jack began plating. He loved using fancy cooking words in his head as he cooked; as he placed spices on the China he told himself he was garnishing.

Pitch snuck up behind him and tenderly rubbed his bottom, whispering in his ear, "You look good when you're working…" Jack blushed and tried to wriggle away from his grip. Pitch continued feeling him up, however, and Jack had to whimper a soft 'please' for him to let go.

"How old did you say you vere, Pitch?" Kris asked.

"Thirty eight," he replied, straightening out. "I understand if you're not comfortable with someone my age touching you son like that- my apologies."

"No, no," Kris rebuffed, "If Jack is comfortable with it, I am as well. Just may take more time to get used to…" Jack glanced over his shoulder, and he saw Kris smiling, so he felt reassured that his father wasn't angry.

So far it seemed like they were getting along. Once it was time to eat, Jack didn't know who to sit next to. He stood there, glancing between the two uncomfortably, until they noticed. Pitch offered for Jack to sit beside his father, but Kris argued that this was Jack's special night with him.

Jack smiled sheepishly before sitting beside Pitch. The conversation then revolved around Jack's incredible cooking skills, how nice their house was, how well Kris had raised him, and how Jack behaved in school and out.

"Imma hot mess in Pitch's class, dad," Jack said with a cheeky grin, "I never give him any peace."

"Isn't that the truth," Pitch muttered, receiving an angry pout from Jack.

Kris smirked. "That's my son- alvays the troublemaker," he said, jabbing his fork in the air toward Jack. Jack smiled innocently in response.

When Pitch had started going to eat another forkful, Jack decided to press all of his luck. He jumped forward and slipped his lips over half of his spaghetti just as Pitch did. Pitch blinked at him in surprise, but smirked when he saw Jack's face. Jack got lucky- they were sharing a few strands.

He started slurping towards him, Pitch inching closer as well, and it wasn't long before their lips met as well as their tongues. "Ahm…" Jack moaned, pulling Pitch in closer and practically swallowing him as well as their food.

When they broke apart, Jack blushed as he remembered his dad had been watching. He looked to Kris, who just smiled and motioned for him to continue. "Go on, Jack," he said with a warm smile, "this is your night." Jack's face lit up and he quickly jumped back into Pitch's kiss.

Jack's fingers were tangled in Pitch's black hair as he tongued him desperately, moaning lustfully as Pitch licked his lips. Once they parted, Pitch asked with a small smile, "Satisfied now?" Jack nodded and snuggled into his chest a little. "We don't want to make your father feel uncomfortable, Jack…"

Kris only smiled a little bit so, but he said he just needed to get used to seeing his son with someone so much older than him. He was perfectly comfortable with Jack having a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. If he were uncomfortable with that, then he would have to be uncomfortable with Jack- and he sure as hell wasn't.

After they ate, Jack, Pitch, and Kris went out into the living room to watch a movie. Jack had insisted on it. What movie did he pick for them to watch? Edward Scissorhands. (Pitch had given Jack a questioning look when he did)

"I love this movie…" Jack mumbled, cuddling with Pitch on the couch. Kris was sitting in his favorite chair, and he was smiling at how Jack was acting. Even a complete and total stranger would have thought it was cute. To Kris, who knew Jack better than anyone, it was absolutely adorable.

Jack kept trying to kiss Pitch's neck, and Pitch kept pushing his head away. When Jack gave him puppy dog eyes, Pitch pointed something out that made him pout and look away.

"You wanted to watch the damn movie and you aren't even paying attention to it…"

Grumbling into his arms, Jack pouted like he had been told he couldn't have any dessert. "I just wanted a kiss…" he mumbled. Pitch rolled his eyes and pulled Jack's lips up to his- effectively removing that excuse for not watching his movie.

Pulling away with one last chaste peck to his lips, Pitch whispered, "Happy now?" Jack nodded with a small smile and wrapped his arms around Pitch to cuddle him some more.

Kris chuckled at the sight. "Goodness Jack, are you this needy with Pitch in bed?"

Both men went red at that, but Jack was the one to squeak and whine that he was embarrassing him. Kris just laughed and let Jack snuggle with his love. When the movie finally ended, it was actually after ten o'clock. Pitch asked if Jack was tired; Jack said no, but they all still ended up going to sleep anyway.

Even though it was inappropriate, Jack wanted Pitch to sleep in his bed with him. Not on the couch or in their non-existent guest room. He wanted to snuggle with Pitch while he slept. When he had offered up the idea, Pitch had said he didn't think he should sleep in his student's bed- no matter their relationship status.

"Well, then I'll sleep with you on the couch!" Jack said, hopping from his bed, following Pitch out into the living room.

"Jack…" Pitch scolded, turning to frown at him. Jack gave him an innocent smile.

Turning to his father, Jack asked, "Dad, could I sleep out here with Pitch tonight?"

"So long as you are not waking me up at all hours of night," he said, putting his hands against his hips with a smile. Jack blushed darkly, but he nodded with a grin anyway. Jack showed Pitch where he could go change if he wanted, while he and Kris set up blankets and comforters and pillows on the couch. Standing back and observing it, Jack deemed that it actually looked more comfortable than his own bed. So many pillows and cushions…

Jack went to his room and pulled his shirt off. He found a pair of navy blue pants for his pajamas, and then he pulled on a small shirt that only reached to the bottom of his ribs for his top. It was revealing, but Jack wanted Pitch to see just what he was missing by not fucking him senseless tonight.

Coming back into the living room, Jack found Pitch sitting on the couch already, one leg crossed over the other as he read something on his phone. Jack took the moment where he was unseen to look over his choice of pajamas. It consisted of a black sleeveless that had a v cut neckline so deep Jack thought at first it was a jacket that opened and closed and a pair of form fitting black pants. They looked like they were made of whatever sweatpants were made of, but calling them sweatpants just didn't seem to fit Pitch. So they were comfy pants.

Kris came and gave Jack a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Jack retuned both and then waited until he was in his room before turning off the hall light and stepping out into the living room. Pitch lifted his head and immediately grinned when he saw Jack's clothes.

Chortling lightly, he asked, "What are you wearing?"

"Pajamas!" Jack replied, hopping down onto the couch next to him- making his light top lift with the air, revealing more of his chest before it fell with impact. He noticed Pitch's eyes follow the fabric: now he was sure Pitch was only teasing him. Pushing his arms in front of his chest and forcing Pitch to raise his gaze, Jack asked, "Like what you see?"

Pitch rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself…"

Frowning, Jack muttered, making ready to get up, "Alright, then I'll go put on something el-.."

He was cut off when he was forcefully pulled straight back down into the couch. Turning wide eyes to Pitch, Jack smirked when he heard him hiss, "Don't you dare."

Victory. Jack inhaled deeply and sighed. Pitch frowned. "What was that?"

"Oh nothing," Jack cooed, leaning his head into Pitch's shoulder, "I just love the smell of victory at nighttime…"

"Oh shut up, Frost," Pitch grumbled, giving Jack a little push. Jack pushed back. Pitch pushed again- soon they were wrestling to see who would pin the other; Jack giggling the entire time.

"I'm gonna win!" Jack taunted, still giggling. He was sure Kris could hear them, but from the sound of things- to Jack he would have guessed they were having a tickle fight or something.

Pitch grinned evilly at Jack's teasing, and within seconds Jack was pinned down to the couch, still caught in a fit of giggles. And then as Pitch started nipping at his exposed stomach, Jack couldn't stop himself from squealing with laughter. "Okay, okay! You win!" he yelped between his laughter.

The nipping turned to soft kissing. Jack let his gaze fall down to watching Pitch kiss him. It was such an intimate action- Jack felt his eyelids fluttering as they fell to half lidded. If Pitch were being more forceful, it probably would've made him hard, but he was being so gentle that it seemed to Jack like he was… well, the visual that kept coming into his head was a mother dog nuzzling her newborn pups.

Of course, when Pitch's hands were sliding his already skimpy shirt up to expose more of his chest, Jack squeaked and wriggled beneath his touch. Pitch's kisses began trailing higher up his abdomen, until Jack could feel his lips only a few inches away from his nipples. And they were getting closer.

Closing his eyes, Jack let a soft mewl pass over his tongue- he wanted to feel Pitch's lips there. It was eating away at him. And just when Pitch was going to kiss his left one, he started pulling his head away from Jack's chest entirely.

"Fucking tease," Jack moaned, arching his back in spite of his new lack of heat. Pitch just grinned down at him.

Running his fingertips over the pert pink nub, Pitch watched as Jack bit his lip and writhed with need. Leaning down to his lips, he whispered just barely an inch above them, "You didn't say please…"

Jack pouted at him, now finding himself fully capable of controlling his hormonal body. Pushing Pitch's hands up off him and holding them up there, he said with a determined sparkle in his eyes, "And I'm still not gonna…" Pitch was disappointed that Jack didn't want to play, but he quickly found himself grinning again as Jack pulled him down for a kiss.

Between the sensual licks form Jack's tongue and the occasional nips from him, Pitch snickered, "You won't say please, but you're horny enough to start a make-out session?" Jack only growled at him before forcing his lips back onto his own. Soft moans and mewls rumbled through his throat as Pitch's hands returned to teasing his nipples.

He yelped a little when Pitch pinched one too forcefully, but he quickly groaned in pleasure; he liked the pain. The way Pitch did it made it good. Letting another moan tumble forth, Jack wrapped his arms and legs tight around Pitch- stopping the machinations of his hands.

"Ungh, Jack," Pitch grumbled, trying to get a little bit of space between their bodies, "I thought you wanted me to-"

"I love you" Jack cut across him blatantly. He had his head snuggled into the crook of Pitch's neck, and he was massaging his back with each time he swiveled his nose back and forth in Pitch's shirt.

Blinking back his surprise, Pitch smiled and wrapped his arms around Jack's tiny frame. Adjusting how they were laying, he pulled Jack in close and let him use his body as a pillow. Once they were both comfortable, Pitch stroked Jack's hair and whispered "I love you too" into his forehead. Jack beamed against Pitch's soft black shirt and cuddled even closer to him. They stayed like that all night- even as they slept.

Neither one knew Kris had heard the entire conversation. He was lying in his bed, smiling. At first he had thought Pitch wouldn't say it back; when he did, Kris felt his heartstrings plucking with happiness for his son. Jack had found someone who cared about him- no matter how old Pitch was, he made Jack happy. Kris could tolerate everything else. Jack's happiness was all that he worried about.

Mmhmm… Next chapter will include Jack and Pitch's sleepover at Pitch's house! (Which will probably be less sentimental and more smutty…)