Jack collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard. He put a hand to his head. "Perhaps having sex wasn't the best idea for my head...but I don't care." He smiled up at his fiancé.
Pitch looked down at his lover, rubbing his fingertips on Jack's forehead. He leaned down and gently kissed Jack's eyelids. "Is my little love still feeling ill?"
"Mhmm. Just a little. Dad went out to get some meds." He closed his eyes.
"Come now, my little love, I have a sure-fire way to cure you. Get in my arms, dearest." Jack slid over, burying his face in his fiancé's neck. Pitch grabbed a sheet from the bed, pulling it off to wrap it around his lover. He stood, carrying Jack into the kitchen. "And...up we go!" Pitch plopped Jack onto the counter nearby, kissing him before walking, completely naked, to the fridge.
"Put some clothes on. Dad'll be back soon."
"Does my body truly repulse you that much?"
"You know it doesn't. But considering when he left I was practically passed out in a bed, I'm not sure he would be too welcome to coming back and finding both of us walking around naked," he chuckled.
"If you love my body even a fragment, I'll risk it. Besides, you may be completely naked too, but like the wonderful fiancé that I am, I grabbed you a bit of decency. So, there's really no problem."
"Pitch, please. I don't want my dad to kill you when I only just got you back."
"If you could promise not to pass out, I could always give you a piggyback ride. You could cover me with the sheet...and maybe give me a kiss or two while I work on healing you."
"I suppose that might work...and I could try not to pass out." Jack held his arms out to his lover.
Pitch stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Jack's waist. "What a sweet lover I have." He nibbled on Jack's collarbone before stepping away and presenting his back. "Arms around my neck, legs around my waist."
The younger man did as he was told, wrapping himself around Pitch. He pulled the sheet around both of their bodies, hiding their nudity. "So what is this magical cure of yours?"
Pitch wrapped his arms under Jack's legs, providing extra support. "Soup, my sweetling. Whenever I was ill during my marriage, my wife would make it for me. After she died, I continued using the recipe for Aery. Now, I'll make some for you."
"Sounds delicious..." Jack rested his head on Pitch's shoulder. "I do so love your cooking." He tiredly watched his love's hands move.
"You're sagging, darling. Talk to me. Stay awake. Let me hear your lovely voice."
"But I'm so tired..." he moaned.
Pitch sighed and turned the temperature on the stove back to a lower setting. "Very well, my sweetling. Hold on. I'll take you back to bed."
"Mhmm..." Jack's eyes drifted shut.
He shook his head and smiled, carrying his sleeping love back to his...their...room. He laid his love down on the bed, wrapping the sheet around the small body. He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before moving down to kiss the soft lips. "I love you, my dearest heart."
"Love you too. You're going to stay, right?" Jack looked up at him with tired blue eyes.
"Forever, my dearest love. I'll finish cooking and then come right back to feed you and then make passionate love to you again."
"Wear pants this time." With a smile, he curled up on his side.
"As you command, dearest." Pitch leaned forward, kissing the tip of Jack's nose. Standing up, he reached down for his pants, pulling them on. Dressed enough... He smiled down at his lover, running his fingers gently through the white hair before walking back into the kitchen. Heading back to the stove, he picked up the spoon and stirred the broth.
North walked through the door, a bag of medicines from the store in his hand. He looked up as the smell of food caught up to his nose. "Jack?" The big man went into the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"
Pitch looked back, horrified. "Oh, God...Mr. North."
"You dare show your face in my home when my son has not smiled in months because of you? I warned you what I would do if you hurt him..." He dropped the bag on the counter, cracking his knuckles.
Pitch held up his hands, backing up slowly. "Please, just hear me out. You can hate me, you can kill me..." He turned his scarred wrists towards the man. "...Lord knows I've tried, but please. I love your son still. All of this, these long months...they were because of a lie. I would never willingly leave your son."
"I will let Jack decide what I should do with you." He picked up the medicines, heading for his son's room.
"Please, no! He's sleeping, and he...he looks so beautiful when he sleeps. Please, don't wake him."
North stopped. "He needs medicine. Then he can go back to sleep."
"If he must be woken...let me. Please."
"Very well." He sighed, handing Pitch the bag.
Pitch sighed, relieved, and took the bag. "Which one does he need? There's so many."
"The fever reducer, of course. Are you an idiot?"
"Sometimes I really do believe so. These past nine months...most definitely."
"And how are you going to make that up to him?"
"By loving him forever. By spending the rest of my life begging his forgiveness for being a complete and utter fool. By giving him the kind of life that he truly deserves."
"I suppose that is a start. Go give him medicine."
"Thank you, Mr. North." Pitch opened the door, leaving it cracked enough for North to look in. He bent down by Jack's head, placing light kisses on Jack's face. "Darling? Sweetheart, wake up."
"Mmmm?" Jack shot up, immediately regretting it. "Pitch?"
He grabbed onto Jack's shoulders, steadying his younger lover. "Yes, my dearest heart. I'm here."
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" He gave Pitch a tired smile, realizing this was real and not just a dream.
"No, love. Your father's here, and you need to take your medicine. We want you to get better, after all." Pitch smiled, tracing a fingertip around Jack's full lips.
"Dad's back? Did he threaten you yet?" Jack chuckled, leaning to rest his forehead against Pitch's shoulder.
"Perhaps. He said he'd leave it to you to decide my fate. Please, sweetness...don't make him hurt me too bad."
"He won't. I promise. Now, where's my medicine?"
"Right here, my love. Stick your tongue out like a good boy." Jack's tongue stuck out towards him, waiting for his medicine. Pitch chuckled and leaned forward, sucking the muscle into his mouth.
Jack moaned. "Th-that's not...medicine..."
"Yes, it is. My version of medicine. With how much I plan to give you, you'll be healed in no time, don't you think?"
"Just don't give me so much that I go comatose," he chuckled.
"If you do go comatose, I'll suck the life back into you. Does that sound good?"
Jack blushed, mumbling, "My dad is right outside, you idiot."
"Does that sound good, Jack?"
"Just give me the medicine, you arrogant prick."
"Say what I love you to say. Say it once, and I'll give you the pharmacy's version of medicine."
"I love you, Pitch. Now, please just give me the meds so I can stop feeling like shit."
"As you command, my sweetest darling. Stick the tongue out."
"Not after what you did last time."
Pitch held up a hand, holding the pill between his pointer finger and thumb. "I swear! Stick out our tongue and I'll put the pill, and only the pill, in your mouth." Jack cautiously stuck his tongue out. "Good boy." Pitch leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jack's forehead as he laid the pill on Jack's tongue. "Good boy."
Jack grabbed a bottle of water from his bedside table, using it to help swallow the pill. "Thank you." He rubbed a hand on his forehead. "How's that miracle soup coming along?"
Pitch froze. "Fuck!" He stood quickly, running from the room.
He chuckled, laying back on the bed with a soft groan. "Hey, Dad?"
North stepped inside the room, going over to sit by his son. "You alright, Jack?" He stroked the sweaty strands of hair sticking to the man's forehead.
"Yeah. I'll be fine." He gave him a reassuring smile.
"It is good to see you smile again, my son. Are you sure about him, though? He broke your heart."
"No, Dad. I'm the one who hurt him. And it was so stupid of me. We truly love each other, and now that I have him back I am never letting him go."
"As long as you are happy." North leaned forward to kiss the top of his son's head.
"Thank you, Dad." Jack curled up under the blanket as his father started to leave. "Hey, Dad?"
"Yes, Jack?" He stopped at the doorway, looking back at the bed.
"Can Pitch stay the night here?"
"For tonight, he can. But if you are going to live together more permanently, you should think about finding new apartment for yourselves."
"Y-yeah. Thanks, Dad." Jack buried his face back in his pillow with a small frown, regretting that he had lost the loft the two of them had lived in before.
"I will go check on Pitch. Make sure he isn't destroying my kitchen." North headed to the kitchen.
"Fuck...fuck...oh, fuck it!"
"Something wrong?"
"I messed up the soup. Jack can't have bad soup...not my Jack." He turned to North, his hair sticking up. "Mr. North, when Jack's mother was alive, did you want her to have only perfection? Is it normal that I want Jack to have only the best?"
"Of course it is. That's what everyone wants for their greatest loves. It is what I wanted for Jack's mother and for my children for years."
"Mr. North...I love him to distraction. I never thought I could ever love anyone as much as I love the man in that room."
"Love as strong as what you share is usually something that comes unexpected and hits us like runaway sleigh." He chuckled. "You are not first to feel love so deep, nor will you be last."
"I still wish to marry him, Mr. North. I would ask for your permission again."
"I am not sure I should. Last time I gave permission, you separated for nine months." North stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"And I will leave him again if you demand it of me. But if you deny me in any way one more moment with your son, I hope you may show some mercy and kill me instead. I don't care how, just do it, because I cannot...I will not live without your son."
The big man gave a smile. "Who am I to stand in way of such love? I only want Jack to be happy, and you do that. He has not smiled whole time you have been apart. But he smiles today because of you."
"And I live because of him. You have...a fine son, Mr. North. You should be proud of him."
"I am indeed, and I trust his judgment in people. He trusts you. So I will too. Yes, you may have my permission again to marry my son."
"Thank you, Mr. North. I also have...ahem...one more request to make."
"What is that?"
"I plan on bedding your son, repeatedly, tonight. Is there any chance you might...forgive me if you should hear anything?"
North rubbed his temple with a sigh. "I will tell you what I already told my son: you may stay tonight, but if this going to last the two of you should find home of your own."
"I understand, sir, but...you didn't answer my question. Will you forgive me?"
"If it means Jack is happy then yes. But tonight only. Or else it's to hotel with the two of you."
"If it'll make you more comfortable, I can take him to a hotel tonight. I expect your son will be very...verbal tonight."
"Are you trying to make me kick you out?"
"No, I'm offering to take your son and leave before you feel the need to make us. Trying to get a headstart on being a good son-in-law."
"I may be accepting of Jack's lifestyle choice, but I am still his father. I do not wish to know of what goes on between you two behind closed doors. But he is still sick and I do not think he should leave tonight. So for tonight only I will forgive."
"Thank you, Mr. North. I appreciate having to not move him. I'd hate to have to tell him that we have to relocate sometime in the middle of the night."
"Go. The two of you have been apart for long enough."
"But...the dishes..."
"I will do them. He has seen enough of my face over last few months. Yours he has not."
Pitch nodded. "Thank you...again."
"One more thing, Pitch?"
"Anything for you, sir. I owe you that much."
"I believe that loft of yours is still available on market." Without another word, North pushed up his sleeves and started washing the dishes.
"Mr. North? Would it be too bold of me to...possibly hug my future father-in-law?"
"Not at all." The big man turned around, wiping his wet hands on his pants with a deep chuckle.
"Just...don't squeeze too tight. I don't think your son would appreciate any broken bones, especially tonight."
"Just because I am big does not mean I cannot be gentle."
"Your son did say that once. I just wanted to be sure." Pitch extended his arms, walking towards North cautiously.
North quickly dragged the man into his arms with a laugh. "No need to be so scared. You are future son-in-law after all."
"And you are a great future father-in-law. Very understanding and...omph!...great at giving hugs."
"You will get used to it." North set him back down. "Now, go make my son smile as only you can."
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