Did you all watch the Vid? Didja? Didja didja didja?
Anyway… So this morning, when I went out to start my day I saw my front yard and nearly screamed.
My front yard- COMPLETELY LITTERED with snowballs. That I didn't make. Or my mother. Or my brother. Or his friend. And the weirdest part- the snow was completely undisturbed.
NO FOOTPRINTS. No signs of hands digging down to make the snowballs. NO SIGN THAT ANYTHING HAD EVER BEEN OUT THERE.
The moment I saw that, I was immediately inwardly flailing and screaming that Jack Frost had made us snowballs to use for ammo. Like, they were legit, everywhere. And they were all different sizes. And it was SO PERFECT!
I wished I could've taken a photo. *cries* Jaaa-aaaaaack!
Frost High
Chapter Twenty Eight- Maybe
Jack was with Pitch at the moment. His older lover had the young boy's eyes covered and he was walking him somewhere. Jack couldn't stop giggling- all the surprises today!
"C'mon, Pitch, can't you tell me where we're going?" he pleaded, trying to pry his warm hands off his eyes.
Pitch kissed his neck. "Just a minute longer, love," he whispered. Jack heard a door open. Pitch walked him a little further, and then removed his hands.
When the blue eyed boy blinked, he pouted in confusion. "We're at a jewelry store?" he whimpered, a little disappointed it wasn't somewhere more dirty.
Seeing the disappointment in Jack's face, Pitch took his hands and walked him to a counter. "I wanted you to come with me," he said with a smile. Leaning down and nuzzling Jack's cheek tenderly, Pitch whispered into his ear, "I wanted you to help pick out your wedding ring…"
Immediately Jack squealed in joy. He huggled his lover's arm tight, rubbing his face against his shirt happily. "Oh, Pitch!" he squeaked. Jack quickly began kissing his love. He knew they were a ways away from home, so it didn't matter- though him being eighteen, he might've been able to get away with it. He wasn't sure, nor did he care.
The two looked over dozens upon dozens of styles that a cheerful woman with bright blonde hair showed them. Jack asked if he could still wear the engagement ring too- he loved it too much to get rid of it.
"Anything you want, baby," Pitch whispered tenderly, caressing Jack's shoulder. Eventually Jack found a ring style he liked- it was carved intricately, making it look like two vines of wood intertwining around his finger, and the woman was willing to allow him to customize the way the gems would be set. (It cost Pitch a fortune, but when Jack said he didn't want to make him spend, Pitch had simply said Jack deserved the absolute best. That ended the argument- Jack was blushing too fiercely to talk back.)
So he had a whitened diamond in the center, with topaz, sapphire, and transparent diamond slivers around it. He said he wanted it to look like snow falling around the diamond. The woman smiled and said they would call when it was finished- Pitch was the one they'd be calling.
The instant they walked out, Jack flung himself into Pitch's arms and began kissing him fervently. Every time Pitch tried to pull away for air, Jack would force his lips to slide back onto his and shove his tongue back into his mouth. Pitch moaned as Jack continued to steal his breath away; their tongues dancing together.
When Jack finally let Pitch's lips free, he squeaked happily, "I love you!"
The boy nuzzled his head into Pitch's neck; rubbing is face back and forth swiftly. It was like he wasn't able to stop shaking his head from side to side. Pitch smiled at the cat-like affection and held Jack tighter. "I love you too, Jack," he said in response. Pitch gave a small nod to a young looking couple heading into the store. The woman was smiling sweetly at them, as if she felt more lovey-dovey just by looking at them. The man seemed a bit more apprehensive. (That seemed to be the most common reaction with straight people. The women thought they were cute, whereas the men were uncomfortable with their love.)
And when Jack turned back around, glancing to see what Pitch was looking at , the woman cooed and blushed at seeing how adorably happy Jack looked. Jack looked back at Pitch, giving him a confused look.
Smirking seductively down at him, Pitch leaned in close, ghosting his lips over Jack's, and he whispered, "Everyone who sees you falls in love with you, Jack… You're just too damn attractive. I think I'll have to punish you for that later…"
Jack shuddered. His eyes half lidded, the love-struck teenager whimpered, "Y-you're punishing me for being too good looking…?"
Gripping his shoulders, Pitch began licking Jack's ear. "You're too pretty," he whispered sensually, "I'm going to have to spank you for that when we get home…"
Moaning softly, Jack asked, "Why not do it here…?" Pitch only smirked at the horny boy.
He teasingly pulled Jack by his shirt back to the car while kissing him. Every little flick of the tongue sent Jack spiraling into a deeper state of desperation. He needed Pitch now. And every time Jack tried to push deeper into the kiss, Pitch would deny him what he needed and he'd push the teen ever so slightly back.
Whimpering as Pitch chewed his lower lip, Jack kept trying to grind his hips up into the older man. But Pitch just pulled his waist back far enough so that Jack couldn't get the friction he so desperately wanted.
His lower lip was still being tugged at by sharp teeth as Jack whined, "Piitch… You're not being…unh… nice…" Jack tried to say fair, but with his lower lip being sucked and licked at by his lover, the 'f' wasn't clear. Pitch only chuckled and continued to toy with his love.
Eventually, though, even Pitch was getting too desperate to wait. He kissed Jack into the passenger seat, and was practically climbing in with him. But he pulled away and took himself to the driver's side. The instant he got in Jack was at his pants, undoing them so he could get what he wanted.
It was late out, dark enough that once the lights in the car died down, even Jack's white hair would have been invisible. So there was no problem with Pitch just sitting in the parking lot while Jack sucked him off.
The second the boy's lips were around his length, Pitch moaned and thrust his hips up into the warmth of Jack's mouth. Jack gasped at first, but quickly began bobbing his head up and down to meet Pitch's thrusts. He knew what he was doing now- no longer a beginner at this. Jack licked and sucked like a pro whore.
Suckling the tip, Jack mewled softly as Pitch eased himself in and out with quick, shallow thrusts. He lapped the pre-cum off the slit eagerly, enjoying that tang he loved so much. Pitch was close- the way he was moaning told Jack that much, not to mention the throbbing of the member in his mouth.
Forcing it into his throat, Jack grinned around Pitch's shaft as his lover choked out his name and spilled his seed into him. Swallowing it all down, Jack slid his lips back up and off, licking the head clean before giving Pitch one of the naughtiest looks ever.
"Oh, shove it, Jack and just unzip your pants," Pitch hissed, smirking after Jack gave his length one last kiss. He did as Pitch said, though, and undid his pants, freeing his own erection.
Pitch began by licking up Jack's trembling length. Jack mewled happily as Pitch pressed his pink muscle against his manhood and used it to move Jack's dick around. Every time he pushed a little too far Jack yelped as he snapped back into place. He felt like he was going to reach his climax any second.
"W… why haven't you done that before…?" jack asked, stuttering as Pitch did it again.
Chuckling and kissing Jack's veiny appendage, Pitch asked, "Why, you like it?" Jack whimpered a yes.
So Pitch repeated the action again and again until Jack shouted in release. The older male made sure to surround the head at the very least so that he could drink down the sweet taste of his lover.
Once jack had emptied himself, Pitch pulled away, licking the slit gently, and saying, "You taste better every time…" Jack blushed and looked away.
Pitch noticed that Jack was hardening again rapidly. Smirking, he nipped at Jack's shaft. The boy yelped and stared at him in shock. Sitting up, Pitch started the car, whispering, "You keep that ready for me, alright? Don't wanna waste a minute." Nodding, Jack made sure to keep himself aroused all the way back to Pitch's house.
As they pulled in the driveway, Jack smiled weakly seeing their snowman standing in the yard. It had melted some, but it was still there. His eyes quickly closed, however, as he tugged at himself, trying to keep the night going fast.
Taking the lust-drunk boy inside, Pitch led Jack to the bedroom. Jack moaned helplessly, trying to climb to the bed. Pitch stopped him.
"No, no, wait just a moment Jack," he said, smiling, "Just get undressed. Wait right here." Groaning, Jack pulled his shirt off and then let his pants and boxers drop to the ground. He continued to pleasure himself until Pitch returned.
He felt hands slip over his eyes for the third time that day. "Keep your eyes closed, Jack," his older partner whispered, "I want to surprise you…" Jack nodded and kept his eyes shut tight.
Assuming Pitch was going to give him surprise buttsecks, Jack kept his bottom out a little.
… … … Okay, now Pitch was just teasing. Pouting, Jack asked, "Pitch, can I just open my eyes now?"
Pitch didn't respond. Frowning, Jack opened one eye ever so slightly. But as soon as he saw what he did, both eyes went wide as saucers, and his mouth fell open. (What happened to his manhood is left to be assumed.)
There, lying on the bed, wearing thigh high black stockings, a tight, form fitting black leather corset, and a skimpy black thong, Pitch kept his legs spread, feet angled to accentuate those slender muscles, and both arms were tucked up behind his head. Jack could tell just by looking at him that Pitch had recently shaved everything. And that only made him even more enticing- smooth, flawless, creamy skin.
"P-Pitch," Jack gaped, staring at him without blinking.
The older male motioned for Jack to come to the bed. Jack obeyed numbly, just staring at that vision of perfection. Once Jack was hovering over him, Pitch leaned up and kissed him once ever so gently. "Your turn," he purred, "Happy birthday, baby…"
"W-won't I hurt you…?" Jack asked, licking his lips hungrily. He couldn't deny how good Pitch looked.
Smiling sensually up at him, Pitch pulled Jack's head down. He began kissing and licking his neck, whispering, "I may be a teacher, but I've had my share of sex…" Jack quickly took that as Pitch had been on bottom many times before.
Nodding, Jack gripped Pitch's skimpy thong. Pulling it down slowly, sensually, Jack gasped seeing how Pitch's erection practically popped free. Deciding that he liked the way the rest of the outfit looked on Pitch, Jack proceeded to position himself at Pitch's entrance.
He used his hand to guide his length in- he had never actually been on top before in their relationship. He wanted this to be good for both of them.
Once he had slid himself in, Jack inhaled at the noise Pitch made. He had never heard him make that noise before. He slid out, and then proceeded to slam himself right back in, earning a louder, needier moan from his lover.
"Mmmmm…. Jaaaaaack~…" Pitch mewled, rolling his hips into Jack's body. Jack yelped at the intense wave of pleasure that claimed him. Pitch's white hot walls were clenching around him and grinding against his length.
Jack felt his mouth hanging open, his tongue wiggling uselessly against his teeth as he moaned. "A-a-annhhh…"
Pitch smiled, pulling Jack in closer. Nibbling at his tiny lover's shoulder, Pitch purred, "Come one Jack. Fuck me…"
How could he resist when Pitch asked like that? Jack quickly hunched forward, placing a hand on either side of Pitch's head against the pillows, and he began humping into him, doing his very best to make the thrusts as quick and shallow as possible. He adored seeing Pitch writhe and moan beneath him- because of him.
With each barely there thrust, Jack's head just missing his prostate, Pitch became more desperate. "Jack, deeper!" he wailed, trying to shove his hips down on Jack's hips. The instant he did Jack cried out in pleasure: it felt like he had slammed into a wall within Pitch, but at the same time he could feel the very tip pushing into another opening. He worried that maybe he was in too deep.
But when Pitch screamed out yes, Jack's fears were calmed. Soon he was ramming into Pitch over and over again, moaning with him at the ecstasy. Jack pounded in once a little to the left, and suddenly Pitch cried out, wrapping his legs around Jack's waist.
"AH! There! Right there Jack!" Pitch shouted, his head pressed back, deep in the pillows, his body arched up into his lover. Nodding, Jack made sure to angle his thrusts into that spot every time. And every time he did, Pitch's walls seemed to get tighter around him.
"Anh, anh, Jack…!" Pitch moaned with each thrust, "Anh, anh, anh! YES!"
Jack noticed that Pitch had quickly become wet- each thrust was accompanied by a loud squelch. He felt like was going to faint it felt so good to pound into that wet heat. And every time he looked down at Pitch his arousal only grew. The way his eyes rolled back into his skull and his tongue occasionally lagged out of his mouth made Jack feel special. Like he was the only one who could do that to him.
And suddenly Jack's movements were halted by Pitch's legs tightening so fiercely it hurt. Pitch was screaming his name, and the walls clenched so tight that Jack couldn't hold back any more- he spilled himself into his lover and quickly collapsed into him.
Pitch was wet and sticky with his own release, but that didn't bother Jack in the slightest. Gasping, Jack asked, "W-was it good for you…?" Pitch moaned blissfully, nodding his head. Smiling, Jack breathed, "So my teacher likes my dick, huh?"
Pitch growled lowly at him before pulling Jack in for a hot, steamy kiss. Jack's length twitched excitedly inside his lover. When Pitch pulled away, he asked, "You ready to go again…?" Jack nodded and they quickly started again: Jack jackhammering into Pitch's prostate like a pro.
And as Pitch began screaming with his second orgasm, Jack knew it was going to be a very, very long night.
Sorry, I realize that smut was less detailed than the other ones. But seeing as how the story mostly follows Jack, I wanted each time Pitch took him to be more passionate. After all, Jack's feelings are what I'm kind of focusing on… Well, I'm sure he'll be on bottom again soon. For those who wanted steamier smut…
