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Pitch held Auréliane close, waiting for his husband to return. If he wiped his tears in his daughter's soft, dark curls, no one noticed.
The door to the operating room finally opened, three nurses wheeling Jack's bed out and down the hall to a room. The doctor came out and went to straight to Pitch and North. "Everything went fine. There were no complications, and he should be waking up in just a few hours."
"When can I take him home? He doesn't belong here. He's too beautiful and good for you."
"I'm sorry, sir, but it could be at least another month depending on if he has any more complications with internal bleeding in his abdomen. Even then, after we discharge him, it will be months more before he is fit to get on a plane back to America."
Pitch ran a hand through his hair, bouncing Auréliane on his knee. "Damn it." He looked up at the doctor, tired. "When he wakes up, tell him...tell him I'll be back as soon as I can."
The doctor nodded, and North held his hands out for his granddaughter. "Go do your business. I will make sure he is alright when he wakes."
"Thank you. I think...I'm going to go back to the hotel. I suddenly feel a lot older than my years."
North took Auréliane into his arm, patting the man on the back. "Go. Everything will be alright."
"Thank you." Pitch stood, stretching his back. He walked down the hall, stopping by the door to Jack's room. He laid a hand on the wood, feeling regret. I'm sorry...So close...Jack... His hand slid from the door, and he trudged out the doors of the hospital, out to his car, and to their hotel room. His body fell onto the bed, shivering in the lonely freeze of cold, unshared sheets.
When Jack's eyes finally opened, the first thing he saw was North sitting in the chair next to his bed, holding his daughter in those burly arms. North looked up, blue eyes locking on blue. "Ah. You are awake. Little one has been fussy waiting for you." He couldn't help but give a big smile when Jack gave him a tired one.
"Papa missed you, ma petite étoile. He missed you so much." He weakly reached out his hand, letting out a happy sigh when the little girl wrapped her tiny hand around his finger. "Dad...where's Pitch?"
"He...is taking little break. Was so strung up whole time you were in surgery, felt exhausted when you were out. He'll be back soon as he can. Don't you worry." Jack nodded, letting his head rest on its side and feeling content for the moment to just let his daughter play with his fingers. Jack's cell phone rang on the bedside table, and North picked up the phone for him. "Hello?"
"Mr. North? It's Pitch. Put Jack on the phone."
The big man held the device up to his son's ear. "Hello? Pitch?"
"Hello, Jack."
"Why aren't you here?"
"I'm...I'm in America. I...couldn't stay there anymore."
Jack felt tears spring to his eyes. "Wh-why? Why can't you...?"
"I'm tired, Jack. I needed time, by myself...away from you."
"But why did you have to go so far away?"
"Because you couldn't follow me."
"It's not like I could follow you either way..."
"I...I don't want you to follow me, Jack. Ever."
"Why are you doing this?" Jack sobbed. "What did I do?"
"Nothing. Put it down to my own selfishness."
"Pitch, please. I can't...I can't live without you."
"Goodbye, Jack." Pitch hung up, looking down at the phone in his hand. Selfish...so damn selfish...
"Pitch..." Jack let the phone fall away from his ear, his body shaking with sobs.
Jack opened his eyes, tiredly looking around.
"Hello, lover." Blue eyes closed again, not wanting to face another illusion that his husband had returned. His head turned away, but warm lips pressed into the cold skin of Jack's forehead. "Hello, lover."
Jack didn't open his eyes again. "Go away..." he whispered.
"That's rude. And after I flew all this way just to see you."
"After you left me."
"Yes..."
"Go away." He felt a tear sneak down his cheek.
"No."
"Why? You had no problem doing it before."
"I know...but I'm back."
"There's some things you can't just waltz back in and expect forgiveness for. Leaving me while I was in surgery, when I needed you the most, is one of those things."
"I know...but I wanted to try anyway. And to give you this."
"I don't want anything from you."
Pitch sigh. "Very well. I'll leave it, all the same. I guess...this is goodbye."
Jack failed to stop a sob from sneaking out. "Wh-why? Why...did you leave me?"
"Stupidity...selfishness..."
"Why? I stayed with you when you were in the hospital. I stayed with you when you were on your deathbed. I stayed with you when you were recovering, and I stayed with you after all of that. Why couldn't you do the same for me? I'm not going to die, but you left me anyway."
"I have no excuses. I'm a bastard, and I never deserved you."
"And I never cared about that. I still wanted you. I still loved you."
"The use of the past tense has been noted."
"No. I still love you. It may be completely stupid and idiotic of me, but I do."
"Then open your eyes. See what I've brought you." Jack took a calming breath, slowly opening his eyes to look at his husband. All around the room, there were paintings from their loft. A vase of flowers was on the table, and Jack was covered with his favorite blanket. "I brought home to you, since you won't be going home for awhile." Blue eyes teared up again, looking at everything. He brought his good hand up to cover his eyes, hiding his tears from the man above him. "This was my apology gift to you. I...I tried." Jack pulled his hand away, looking back up at him with a watery smile. He held his hand out to Pitch, and the man took his hand, falling to his husband's side. "Forgive me...forgive me..."
He nodded, gripping the hand tightly. "I do...I love you too much not to."
"I love you...so much."
"And I love you. Now...promise that you will never be selfish and leave me again. All you do is hurt both of us."
"I promise. Never again." Pitch burrowed his head into Jack's shoulder, nuzzling the familiar skin.
"I missed you."
"You always do. And you know what? So do I."
"That's why we're meant to be together. So stop trying to think otherwise." He lightly smacked the man's arm.
"As you command." Pitch lifted his chin, lightly kissing Jack's throat.
"Kiss me, husband."
"I am. My lips are currently kissing your neck, dearest, if you haven't felt it by now."
"I want an actual kiss."
"Really? Then give me your lips, dearest, and I'll oblige." Jack turned towards him, lifting his chin. "Good boy." Pitch leaned down, kissing the upper lip before nibbling on the lower. "Soft...I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Jack...one month. One month, and then you're mine again."
"Well...one month until I'm finally discharged. And only one more surgery before I'm free to just relax and heal." Jack rested his forehead against Pitch's with a happy sigh.
"And be held...in more ways than one. You win, Jack. I cracked first."
Jack smiled. "Even when I'm discharged, though, I doubt I'll really be able to do much. But I will be able to lie in bed with you, and that alone is a thousand times better than this hell."
Pitch rubbed his forehead against his husband's. "Perhaps. I'll enjoy having you in my arms again, but I'm sure you'll be able to do more than you think. I'm not expecting a miracle, only...enough." He pressed his lips to the tip of Jack's nose.
"I dunno, Pitch. My hip is still pretty messed up. Last I checked, hips usually get bumped or moved when you're being fucked by someone."
"You won't need your hips. Haven't you learned that by now? We can do so much more with our hands..." Pitch reached down, running his fingertips gently over the exposed skin. "...and our mouths." He pressed his lips to Jack's Adam's apple, sucking it.
He moaned softly. "I...guess you're right..."
"Of course I am. I've imagined so many things..." Pitch nibbled the skin, gently making a small hickey. "You in my arms...your mouth on me...mine on you...your hand in my hair...my leg thrown over yours, a sign that you're mine and only mine."
"Pitch...s-stop." Jack's hand tightened on his husband's.
"Your mouth open...oh, the beautiful sounds you make...your hand in mine...my head on your stomach...my lips everywhere on you..." Pitch moved his head down to lick and nibble the thin collarbone.
He moaned again. "Pitch..."
"I've missed your sounds. Let me hear them, dearest. Erase my memories of your moans of pain. Erase my memories of such utter despair and helplessness."
"I love you."
Pitch moved down to move the hospital gown up. He suckled one pale pink nipple into his mouth, rolling the little bud around with his tongue. "Again."
"Pitch..." His hand moved up to grasp the man's hair. "I love you so much."
"More." Pitch licked a line down the pale chest, running his tongue along the rise of the barely-defined ribs. He nibbled with the edges of his teeth, delighting in the soft flesh.
Jack shivered underneath him. "I missed you so very much. I love you."
"Did you? How much? Tell me." He circled Jack's belly button, moving down to tongue at the hollows of Jack's hip.
"I nearly died every day. My heart hurt more than anything else."
"More, Jack. Tell me everything. The pain I caused..."
"They didn't think I was going to make it for awhile." He frowned. "They thought I had lost the will to live."
Pitch felt a tear escape and slide down his cheek. "More."
"I did lose the will...it wasn't until Dad brought Auréliane in to see me days later that I found the courage to fight again. I couldn't die and leave her without her Daddy and her Papa too. I couldn't do that to her."
Pitch burrowed his head into Jack's stomach. "More. I need to know what I did to you..."
Jack winced a little. "N-not the stomach, mon coeur."
He moved up, burrowing his head into Jack's shoulder. "I'm sorry. It seems I can't really do anything without hurting you anymore..."
"Don't. It doesn't matter. You're here now, and that's all that counts."
"It does matter. I just keep hurting you. Over, and over...and over." Pitch sobbed into Jack's shoulder, searching blindly for the uninjured hand.
Jack gently reached up to cup his husband's cheek, making him meet his eyes. "You came back. That's all I care about. You came back to me."
"I'll always come back, on my hands and knees, begging. I'm nothing without you...nothing."
"And I will always take you back."
"But make me beg, Jack. Don't take me back unless I beg."
"Why? I want you back as much as you want to be back."
"I need to, Jack. I want to learn never to leave you again. I want to suffer and earn your forgiveness as any bad husband should."
"Is it not enough to know that I almost died from losing you? I don't want to hurt you."
"Died? You almost...? Yes, I think that is enough. Thank you."
"I...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry..."
"Nonsense. I needed to hear it. I needed to hear the truth. I needed to know what my stupidity almost did to the man I love with all my heart."
"I love you."
"Get well, Jack. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to make love to you...sexually, mentally, emotionally. I want to take you in my mouth then hold you in my arms and tangle my fingers in your hair."
"I want you, Pitch. I want you so much." He pushed their lips together.
"Now? Do you want me as much now as I want you?"
"I do..." Jack looked up at him.
"What do you want me to do, Jack? Tell me."
"Let me taste you. I want to know that you still want me."
"Jack, I...I don't think we can. I'd need to...your ribs and stomach are still in much pain. We...I'm not sure how we could."
Jack sighed, letting his head fall back. "Fuck this damn bed. I am so sick of not being able to move."
"Dirty mouth, sweetling. So dirty. If it would please you...I could taste you. I'll show you how much I want you by swallowing every drop you can give me."
"I think I long ago earned the right to say bad words when it comes to me being in this bed."
"I don't disagree, my love, however, you have yet to address the second part of what I said."
"But I can't return the favor..." He frowned.
"I know, but at least you'll be taken care of. I owe you that."
Jack gave a sigh. "No. Not until we can both be satisfied."
"So cruel. And here I am, with a craving for...French cuisine. Sausage in particular."
"Your meal will still be here when the time comes, love."
"But I want it...I want you...now."
"Not until I can return the favor."
"So cruel, but if you insist..." Pitch stood, walking to the door.
"Wh-where are you going?!"
"The loo. I have a slight...problem I need to attend to. If I don't, I might find myself in much pain or embarrassed."
Jack frowned but nodded. "Alright."
Pitch reached the door and stopped. "Give me a hand, Jack. Keep me in this room."
"I want to...but you said I was too hurt to..."
"Does it hurt to use your hand and your arm?"
"Not at all."
"And what about your neck?"
"Hardly at all."
Pitch turned slowly, a small smile blooming. "Give me a hand, Jack...and your mouth."
Jack stuck his tongue out at him. "I tried to before, but you wouldn't let me."
"I'm thinking, Jack, as I always am. I think I've found an...alternative to our little dilemma."
"And what would this magical solution of yours be?"
"You're going to use your hand on me, and then you're going to do a little neck-stretching for me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Neck...stretching?"
"I'm going to stand as close as I can, with my cock as close to your lips as I can get, and then you'll...stretch a bit. Reach for me, as you would a star." Pitch quirked an eyebrow, looking pointedly at the painting he had bought from his husband.
Jack smirked, looking over at that same painting. "You know...stars are easier to reach for when they're a little closer." He beckoned his husband over with a finger.
Pitch bobbed his head, sucking hard. "Come...now." Jack tried to hold back, but he couldn't, spilling himself into Pitch's mouth yet again. He was still so sensitive from the last time. "Even more delicious than a moment ago, my love." Pitch nuzzled the softening skin, lifting Jack's good leg and moving down to lightly tongue at the ring of muscle.
Jack gasped, immediately tensing again. "Pitch!" Pitch moved his tongue, slowly thrusting in and out of the tight ring. "Oh, God..." His moans returned, louder than before.
"Jack...does your hip still hurt?" Jack bit his lip, reluctantly nodding his head. "Very well. I suppose we'll just have to settle." He thrust his tongue in, swirling it around. His hand creeped up Jack's chest, stopping at his lips. Jack took those fingers in his mouth, sucking on them carefully with a moan. Pitch took his fingers away, moving them back down. Slipping his tongue out, he worked three fingers in, aiming straight for that one spot. Jack cried out, clutching desperately at the sheets beneath him. He could hear his heart monitor going crazy, but he didn't even care.
Those three fingers slowly moved in and out, stretching the skin. "So beautiful...so noisy. I want to hear those sounds, but you must be quiet. Wouldn't want the doctors and your father to know you're being fucked in here." Jack lifted the pillow to his mouth, biting down on it to muffle himself. Pitch reached up, pulling the pillow from the pink lips. "No, my dearest. I want to hear you. You'll just have to find the right...volume." He pulled the fingers out to shove them back in, forcing the tips against the man's spot. Jack had to choke back another loud moan, his hand moving down to stroke himself. "You sound so dirty, my dearest. Like you really want it. Do you want it? Do you want my fingers in your little hole? Do you want me to put my mouth on you?"
"Y-yes!" He eagerly nodded.
"How much pain do you feel, my love? In your hip?"
"Only a little. Please don't stop."
"I don't plan to." Pitch knelt on the bed, lining himself up with Jack's entrance. "Forgive me for this." He thrust in, gently forcing himself into the tight heat, an inch at a time.
"A-ah!" Jack cried out, reaching down to clutch at his husband's body.
Pitch clutched onto Jack's uninjured hip, slowly thrusting in and out. "A-any...pain?"
He nodded his head, but he looked down at his husband, gasping. "But I don't care. I need this." He moaned.
"How much? Tell me."
Jack shook his head, using his good arm to pull Pitch's head down to his and kissing him hard. "You distract me from the pain."
Pitch tangled his fingers in the white hair, tugging Jack's head back. He leaned down, nibbling on the pale skin. "Tell me...or I end this."
"I can't. I-if I tell you...you'll stop." His breath hitched.
"Tell. Me. Now."
"I-it hurts...it hurts a lot."
"Damn..." Pitch reached over, pressing the button. "I want to stop...but I can't." He thrust in and aimed for that one spot, hoping to end it sooner rather than later.
"I don't want you to stop." Jack clutched at him tightly and moaned when he felt another thrust just barely missing his prostate.
"Do you feel it yet? The medicine? Coursing through your veins, dulling the ache...somehow making you feel more full."
He nodded. "Give it to me, Pitch. I need more of your medicine. I need it."
"Wrap your leg around my waist. Pull me in. Feel me fill you to the brim." Jack's uninjured leg moved up to hook around his lover's waist, pushing him further in with a gasp. "So tight...so warm...I wish you could get pregnant. I'd fill you, so deep, and watch as you grow with my child. We'd give Auréliane a sibling. A brother or sister."
"Pitch..." He groaned, feeling himself tightening around Pitch's cock and spilling himself on his stomach. Pitch arched his own back, biting into the skin of Jack's neck as he spilled himself. He moaned around his mouthful. Jack let out a happy sigh, relaxing back onto the bed. He gently stroked Pitch's cheek. "I love you."
"Get well, Jack. I want to do this again, in our bed...you on your knees...and then you on top...and then maybe, just maybe...I'll let you stick it in me."
He chuckled, giving him a tired smile. "I'll try my best."
"I'll hold you to that, sexy minx."
"Good. I love you, Pitch."
"I love you, dearest. Always. Now..." Pitch pulled out, reaching for a towel. "...I'm going to clean you up, and you're going to sleep."
"And you'll stay...right?"
"Perhaps. How would you feel about some naked-bottom spooning? I can either be in you or not...but we'll be naked from the waist down."
Jack smiled at the thought. "But what if the doctor comes in?"
"Then you better hope he doesn't lift the sheet because, more likely than not...there will be thrusting."
"Agree to put some pants on, and you've got yourself a deal."
"Nope. It's either naked below the waist or no deal. I do still have a hotel room booked."
"I don't think my hip can take anymore though." He frowned.
"There's always the button..."
"They cut down the amount I'm allowed to have. And it's like they said: if it hurts to do it then it's probably something I shouldn't be doing."
"They're also probably not getting enough at home. You, on the other hand, have a devilishly handsome husband who loves you...and loves making love to you."
"Pitch, please. It was damn near unbearable doing it just once. I can't do it again."
He pulled away. "Unbearable?" Pitch looked horrified, quickly covering his husband's body. "I'm...I'm so sorry. If I had known..."
Jack quickly reached out, grabbing the man's wrist. "Please...stop. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want you to stop. I needed to be with you, and no amount of pain was going to stop me from reuniting with my husband fully. I just...I don't think I can do it again until my hip has healed."
"Of course." Pitch nodded, the look of horror still clear. "I'll...I'll sleep in the chair."
"N-no! I want you next to me. You can still sleep here. You can still hold me. You can still kiss me. We just can't make love. I want to be in your arms, Pitch. It's been so long..."
Pitch sighed. "Fine, but I still want nudity. No sex, but I do want to feel your skin next to mine. You're lucky I'm not making you get as naked as possible."
Jack chuckled, rolling onto his left side so he wasn't lying on his bad hip. He scooted closer to the edge so Pitch would have room to lay next him. "Just make sure that blanket is up high enough to hide everything. And don't forget to unlock the door."
"Bossy," Pitch mumbled, as he did as he was commanded. Stripping off his pants and boxers, he crawled in the bed, pressing himself close to the naked half of his husband. He reached down and pulled the sheets and blanket up, bringing it to their waists. "This is nice."
"Mhmm..." Jack reached behind with a slight wince, bringing Pitch's arms around him and holding them tight in his own. "I love you."
"I love you, dearest." He nuzzled against the white hair, breathing in, as his fingers tangled with pale ones. "Are you happy?"
"Tremendously...inconceivably...unbelievably...fantastically...magically...perfectly..."
Pitch chuckled. "I get it, you silly creature." He moved his lips to Jack's ear, nibbling the lobe.
"I love you," Jack mumbled as his eyes started to droop, the medicine having its usual sleepy effect on him.
Pitch placed a hand possessively over the sheet covering Jack's hip. "Sleep, dearest. Sleep and dream of me..."
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