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Just Eat The Ice Cream- Chapter Twenty Four: Watermelon
Jack had just sat down. Literally just sat down when his phone went off. Groaning, he pulled it out and answered it blindly. It was Pitch, to his delight.
"Hi Jack, sorry to bother you if you're at work," he began
Not being the best at hiding his excitement, Jack interrupted cheerfully, "Nah, no prob! Whassup?"
Pitch stuttered at being cut off. "W-well, Sera wanted you to come over tonight. She wants to make ice cream with you." Jack beamed. He could always switch plans right? Maybe? Well, Sera was a good planner. Maybe he could get her in on it.
He practically ran to their house. (Speed walking doesn't count, right?) He timed himself- six minutes. Pitch looked startled to see him at the door so quickly. But seeing how he was huffing and puffing, he quickly smiled. "Did you run to get here?" he asked, watching as Jack trudged into the house and flopped onto the couch. Sera ran over and climbed onto Jack's stomach, laying upon him and smiling into his face.
"No," Jack replied, pouting, "I just walked really really fast."
Pitch rolled his eyes. "Need a glass of water?" Jack nodded furiously before throwing his head back down.
The moment he left the room, Jack asked Sera, "Hey, do you think you could get your daddy to come to the ice cream shop tomorrow? I had an idea."
Smiling, she said, "Okay! But only if I get ice cream!" Jack told her there was no way she wasn't getting ice cream.
When Pitch came back, Jack sat up, Sera sliding down into his lap, and accepted the offered glass of water. Jack was happy hearing the clink of ice cubes. Pitch sat next to him and Jack went to set the glass on the coffee table.
"Use a coaster," Pitch said, grabbing his wrist before he had the chance to set it down. Jack pouted at him.
He grabbed one, waved it in front of Pitch's nose, and set the glass on it. Once again, Pitch was rolling his eyes. "Don' make fun of me," Jack whined unhappily, falling over into Pitch's lap. Seraphina immediately did the same thing to Jack, reaching up and poking her father's elbows. (Jack was poking his chin.) Smirking, Jack said, "You look really pretty from below." Pitch blinked down at him, confused for a moment, before realizing the innuendo and blushing brightly. Jack laughed. "And you're cute when you blush. Dude- how are you still single?"
Pitch proceeded to push Jack off his lap, grabbing Sera and saving her from tumbling to the floor. Jack frowned at him from the ground. "Do I still look good even from way down there?"
"Yeah," Jack replied, "You've got a nice chin…" Now Pitch was scowling at him, cheeks still a little red.
"You're not invited back next time," he said.
Laughing, Jack said, "I think that's up to Sera to decide." He gave Pitch a mammoth grin when she nodded with a proud squeak. "There you have it," Jack said.
Pitch gave him a light kick. "Just go make the ice cream, you silly little boy." Jack pouted at him for that, but got to his feet and made ready to make ice cream.
They were only making chocolate, but the thing it was made in was a big plastic ball. They all sat down on the floor and rolled it around, passing it to each other, to mix up the ingredients. Sera had a harder time with it, mostly because the ball was as big as the space her legs spread to. But it was still fun. Jack made a little teasing joke at Pitch about how good he was with playing with balls. He got kicked again for that. (He didn't miss the bright red hue to his cheeks, though.)
As he pushed the ball back to Pitch, Jack asked, "So are we gonna even eat this?"
Pitch nodded. "Sera and I already prepared brownies. We were going to make brownie sundaes to share."
"How many?" Jack asked curiously, "This didn't seem like that much stuff. Will it make enough ice cream?"
"Well, daddy can share with you!" Sera said, shouting a little, "Cuz he doesn't like sweets and I don't want him eating my ice cream!" Jack smirked. Sera, you adorable little mastermind. Goodness, if this kept up he would be dating Pitch in no time.
Looking to the black haired alien man, Jack asked, "Are we sharing a spoon?" Pitch rolled his eyes and kept playing their rolling game.
After about half an hour of just doing this the homemade ice cream was finally ready. Pitch took the brownies out, set them in the bottom of two bowls, scooped ice cream on top, and then Sera poured chocolate syrup on the top. (Literally poured. Jack could no longer see the ice cream.)
They went and sat over by the TV. Ironically enough, Jack and Pitch weren't sharing a spoon. Sera basically began mashing hers into one big chocolatey mess. And then… Neither Pitch nor Jack moved to take their first bites. Jack chewed his lower lip. The tension… Looking at Pitch, he was going to tell him to take the first bite, but Pitch quickly said, "You're the guest, go ahead."
And so, Jack tried their crazy chocolate explosion. It was actually really good. He smiled as Pitch took his own first bite. Just before he went to eat it, Jack suddenly had a thought.
Jumping forward, he stopped him from eating and said, "Wait.. We're sharing…" Pitch gave him a confused look. Taking another spoonful onto his own spoon, Jack offered it to Pitch. His cheeks got red when he realized what Jack was insinuating.
"Uh, no, Jack, that's okay…" he started. But as he spoke, Jack pushed his spoon into his mouth. (Did he almost choke him? Yes.)
Jack smiled when Pitch slowly pulled his head back. (No ice cream left on the spoon.) Pointing to himself, Jack said, "Now you do me." (Heeheehee, hawhawhaw.)
Jack made sure to never take his eyes off Pitch's as he ate the ice cream. This was a good start to a possible, hopeful, relationship. Well, was. Jack started swallowing the spoon. Now he gagged and basically spat all of his ice cream out onto Pitch.
Sera looked horrified for a full second before she broke into fits of laughter. Pitch looked shocked. Jack felt like dying in a hole.
"Sorry…" he muttered weakly.
Sighing, getting up, Pitch said, "It's okay. I'll just go clean off…" Jack mentally kicked himself in the nuts for that terrible move. Sera was still laughing. Jack pouted at her, but that made her laugh harder.
When Pitch came back, he had several napkins in hand. (I wonder why.) He sat back down next to Jack and looked at the embarrassed teen. He blinked and then smiled gently.
Reaching forward, Pitch said, "You've got syrup all over your chin." He dabbed it away with the paper napkin. Jack smiled gently at him.
"Do I have any on my lip?" Jack asked, puckering them purposely. Pitch gave him a 'you're an idiot' face, and Jack's face broke into a grin.
"You're hopeless," he said, turning back to the ice cream.
Mentally Jack was thinking, you can say that again, I just screwed up a really good chance to make you hot for me.
Jack was, however, bold enough to try his terrible ice cream sharing trick again. (This time it worked.) They timed it perfectly so that they both were putting the spoons into their mouths at the exact same time. It felt so much more romantic that way. Jack was pretty much positive that if Pitch hadn't been so shy they would have kissed right then.
After their night of fun chocolate treats was over, and Jack ad to leave, Sera begged him not to go. He told her he had to, just because he did in fact have work the next morning, but said they'd see him real soon.
Looking at the tall man behind him, Jack said, smiling, "I had a real fun time playing with balls with you, Pitch," he said. Pitch scowled at him, so Jack took that as his moment to stand on his toes and plant a kiss on his nose. Pitch looked shocked by that one. "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"
Pitch stared at Jack as he made his way down the first two steps of their stairs.
Jack had just lifted his foot to go to the third step when Pitch said his name. Turning his head back around, trying to pivot, he went to ask what, but was cut off. By a very unexpected pair of lips.
…On his nose…
Jack was cursing in his head. Pitch-what the heck!? Brave enough to kiss him, just not on the lips!?
Looking up at him after the short kiss, Jack frowned curiously.
"Y-you had… syrup…" Pitch whispered nervously. Blinking, Jack smirked brightly.
"Yeah?" he asked, "You sure I don't have any on my lip?"
Gaaaahhhhhhh… FINALLY. I needed that! Sorry I've been off so long, guys. Guess who cried multiple times this week? THIS LOSER. I guess I get depressed easily? Nobody else is allowed to cry until next week- Got it?!