"A-and you swear you won't leave again? Last time you were here when I went into surgery you weren't when I came out..."
"I'll be right here, waiting. We did make love, after all. I'm devoted. And you're not being rushed in because of extreme pain this time."
"You promise?" Jack looked him dead in the eye, not watching the nurses as they started to poke needles in his arms, pumping in the liquids they needed to prep him. "I don't think I can take it again if you're not here when I get out."
Pitch leaned forward to innocently kiss his husband. "I swear I will be here, waiting. I swear on my love for you."
Jack turned to his father. "Don't you dare let him leave this time."
North chuckled. "I will not. He won't leave my sight."
"Dearest, there's really no need. You see that bench there?" He pointed at the seat right outside the door to the operating room. "I'll be sitting there, waiting until you come out and I can kiss you."
"Yeah, Dad...don't let him out of your sight." Jack watched the two men until his eyes were too heavy to stay open. It took longer than usual this time because he fought the effects with everything he had, afraid that when he woke up his husband would be gone again.
North pulled Pitch from the room, leading him over to the bench where they could watch while they waited. "Mr. North...Dad...don't let me leave. If I need to go to the loo or for water, follow me. Don't let me leave."
"Very well." The big man followed him to the bathroom, waiting just outside the door.
Pitch washed his hands, splashing water on his face. You can do this...you can... Pitch pushed open the door, coming face to face with North. "Thanks. I wasn't planning on leaving, but...thank you."
"Just doing what I was told." He shrugged.
Pitch looked the big man in the eye. "You don't like me...do you?"
"I think you are very pleasant man. You are good son and good husband...when you try. But you let yourself doubt the strength of your love for each other and it makes you do very stupid things."
"I never doubt our love. Never. I only doubt myself. A deadly thing to do, I've come to know."
"Indeed. You should not doubt anymore. You are good man, but I do not like what you put him through."
"You and me both. I make my mistakes and then suffer for what I put him through. He's too good for me, but I can't give him up. I told him once, I may leave, but I'll always come back. He's my other half and without him...there is no me."
"I'm sure he would prefer if you didn't leave to begin with."
"I know...and I'm resolved. Never again. If I must leave, he's coming with me. Anywhere and everywhere."
"I will hold you to that." North smiled, putting an arm around his shoulders and steering him back to the bench.
"Please do. And should I ever think of leaving again...shoot me."
"Never. It would hurt Jack and be far too pleasant a punishment for you."
"On the contrary. I'd have to spend decades in hell, alone without my husband. No...separation of any kind from him is a punishment any torturer would be proud of."
"Indeed. Then perhaps you should just never leave him. Save us all lot of trouble."
Pitch chucked, ducking his head. "Yes...but if you will not shoot me, hit me. Hard." Pitch tapped his cheek with a finger. "Here. I need some sense knocked into me sometimes, and your son loves me too much and has a horrible arm, so he never does."
"That I can promise to do. Though I can swear to you it will not be pleasant. So try to avoid doing anything stupid."
"I expect nothing pleasant...but I will try. Even though the reunion sex is incredible..."
"Not something a father wants to hear, Pitch." North gave him a look.
"Right here." Pitch tapped his cheek again.
"I will not hit you right now."
Pitch shrugged, flopping down onto the bench. "Too bad."
"I do not think Jack would like to wake up and see husband with black eye. Not good wake up call."
"I'll blame a door. He'll believe that. I've been stupid enough recently."
"I will not hit you, Pitch."
"Fine, fine." Pitch leaned back, crossing his arms. He felt his eyelids grow heavy. "Wake me before he comes out. I want to be awake when they bring him out." North nodded his head, sitting back and glancing into the operating room. Pitch sighed, allowing himself to fall into the blackness of sleep. I'm staying, Jack...Right here...Like I promised...
"Pitch," North shook the man's shoulder. "Time to wake up. Jack will be coming out soon."
Pitch jumped, looking around blindly for a moment before rubbing a hand across his eyes. "Really? Any word on if it went well?"
"There were no complications. Everything went fine, and now he won't need any more surgeries." He smiled at him.
"Did they say if I could take him home? Or at least to the hotel?"
"As soon as he is done recovering from surgery he may leave hospital. Though you should wait few more weeks before taking him on plane."
"I don't care about that right now. I just want to get him out of this bloody hospital. I want him in our bed in my arms. Can't really do that here."
"I know. You only have a week or two more before he can leave. They just want to be sure that his hip and shoulder are really healing fine and that he has recovered from surgery."
"That long?" Pitch sighed. "I guess it's necessary...although damn inconvenient."
"He needs the time to heal. Do not worry. He will be out of here soon enough."
"Has the doctor come out yet?"
"He came for a minute to say everything went fine, and he will be out soon. They're just stitching him up now."
"He didn't happen to mention anything about exercise...of any kind, did he?"
"No, he didn't. I believe he would mention exercise when Jack is being discharged. Not after surgery." He chuckled.
"Just thought I'd ask." Pitch crossed his legs, irritably tapping his foot in the air.
North watched his antics with a knowing smile. "The two of you are worse than rabbits."
"I know! Damn..." Pitch shook his head. "Have no doubt. We may be worse than rabbits, but we love each other. There's sex, but it's that connection I crave. Feeling him...so close..."
The big man laughed. "Is good thing Jack is not woman. You two would have many children by now."
"If only...he makes a beautiful mother. And if you tell him I called him a woman just now, so help me, I'll risk it and take you on!"
North chuckled again, putting his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright."
He forced himself to relax. "I'm sorry, it's just..." Pitch shrugged and pointed at his chest. "Rabbit."
"Indeed." Before North could crack another joke at him, the doors to the operating room opened again and the nurses were pushing Jack's bed out.
Pitch leapt up, rushing to caress and kiss the pale face. "Dearest...sweetling...husband..." Jack forced his eyes open, seeing his husband and managing a tired smile before he passed out again. "He saw me. He knows I didn't leave..." Pitch laughed, raising the hand to his lips for a kiss.
North patted him on the back. "Come. We will follow him." The two of them followed the nurses down the hall, waiting outside for a few minutes while they reconnected him to everything.
As the nurses left, one stopped to smile at them. "You can go in now, sirs. He should wake up in about an hour or so."
Pitch stood by the bed, running a hand through the white hair. "I love you, sweetling."
Jack's eyes slowly fluttered open, looking up at his husband with a soft smile. "Love you...too..."
"Hello, lover. I missed you."
"Missed...you too." Jack weakly reach up touch Pitch's wrist.
"Would you like a kiss, rabbit lover?" Blue eyes looked up at him in confusion. "We're rabbits, dearest. Seems we can't hide it anymore." Pitch rubbed noses with his husband.
"Why're we...rabbits?"
"Because we're completely and utterly in love...and obsessed with each other's bodies."
Jack gave a breathless smile. "Indeed..."
"You make a cute rabbit, sweetling."
"As do you...Kiss me, husband."
Pitch lifted Jack's chin with a finger, leaning down to move his lips over Jack's. "Open, love." Jack's lips parted with a happy sigh, waiting for that contact that he so craved. Pitch's tongue slipped in, tangling with his husband's. He licked along the edges of the white teeth, then back to duel with the pale pink tongue. Jack moaned softly, his hand coming up to stroke the other man's cheek. "We're not alone, lover." Jack reluctantly pulled away, looking around and realizing that his dad was there too.
"Rabbits."
Pitch chuckled, lightly nipping at Jack's earlobe. The younger man blushed slightly. "Sorry, Dad..."
Pitch looked up at the big man, innocently smiling. "Rabbits."
"Indeed." North chuckled. "I will go check on my granddaughter." With a smile, he headed for the door.
"Now that we're alone, we can resume our...greeting." Pitch nibbled on the soft skin of his lover's neck.
Jack wrapped his arm around his husband's neck, holding him close. "I was afraid you wouldn't be here..."
"I promised, didn't I? I waited on that bench until you came back. And now..." His mouth moved down to nibble on Jack's collarbone.
"I love you, Pitch." He smiled, kissing the top of Pitch's head.
"I love you, my dearest heart. Now...fingers in my hair, as you promised." Jack's hand reached up stroke through the man's hair, gently massaging his scalp. Pitch moaned. "Mmm...good. You feel so good."
"I missed you, love."
"And I missed you. Incredibly..." Pitch nuzzled Jack's chin, lightly sucking and kissing.
"I dreamt of you...the entire time I was under. I dreamt that you were kissing away all of my pain. I dreamt that their pokes and prods were your fingers massaging my fears away."
"That was no dream, dearest. I was there. Kissing you...massaging you...holding you...healing you."
"Never stop. Pitch, promise you'll never stop."
"Never...I'll never stop." Pitch moved a hand down, running his fingertips over the skin. His lips followed, kissing a trail down Jack's torso. "Is there still any pain?"
"Not much right now...the meds from the surgery haven't quite worn off yet."
"Would you like me to show you how much I missed you?"
"How?"
"In the only way rabbits know how..."
Jack gave a soft moan at the idea, but he shook his head. "No...I'm still so very tired...and Dad will be back with Auréliane soon."
"Will he now? You see, I think he understands how much I've missed you. In fact...I think he won't be back for some time." Pitch moved down to move Jack's leg onto his shoulder, nibbling on the soft skin of his inner thigh.
"Pitch...I'm still tired..."
"Then lie there, and let me do all the work."
"I just got out of surgery, mon coeur. I don't think my stomach can handle the tensing."
"Then maybe you just need to...relax." Pitch bent down, licking a circle on the smooth inner thigh, close to Jack's sensitive areas.
"I-I...you know I can't...when you're..."
"Sucking on you...stroking you...thrusting in you...driving myself against that one spot in you that makes you scream." Jack clenched his eyes shut to the images that now flowed through his mind. He nodded his head quickly. "You're thinking about it now. What I said. You're so flushed...and your breathing is labored. And if that tent under your gown is any indication, you like what you're imagining."
"I-it doesn't matter how much I want it. My stomach can't take it."
"How about we try it and see? Maybe you can take more than you know." Pitch moved his head down further, circling the tight ring with his tongue.
His jaw tightened. "Pitch..."
"Mmm?" He slowly teased the entrance, slipping only the tip in. Jack's entire body immediately tensed at the pleasure that shot up his spine. He cried out. "Jack?" Pitch pulled his tongue out, sitting back to look worriedly at his husband.
"T-told you...not ready..."
"Sorry. Then how about...this?" Pitch moved up a little, moving under the hospital gown and taking the hard flesh in his mouth.
Jack moaned again, though this time he wasn't sure whether it was from pain or pleasure. Pitch bobbed his head, moaning around the skin. His tongue slipped out to lick up the sweet drops from the tip. "A-ah...Pitch..." His hand reached down to bury in the man's hair.
Pitch moaned more, moving his head deeper into Jack's hand. "Good..." He ran the edges of his teeth up and down the shaft, nibbling on it. Jack gasped, his grip tightening on his lover. "I want you to come, Jack. Let me taste you. Let me drink you." It didn't take long for him to do exactly like that. Jack spilled himself in his husband's mouth with a groan. Pitch swallowed every drop, moaning as it slid down his throat. "Jack...you're so delicious."
"I'm so happy for you..." He let his head fall back against the pillow.
"Feeling better now that that's all taken care of?"
"A little..."
"Only a little? That hurts my pride, lover."
"My body still aches, mon coeur. Though I'm sure a few kisses and cuddles from my husband would distract me from it all."
"Would it now? Would you like my head on your shoulder?"
"Mhmm." Jack smiled up at him.
Pitch smiled, leaning down to kiss Jack's forehead before laying his head on the uninjured shoulder. "Better?"
"Much better."
"Good. I love to make my lover and husband feel better."
"And I love to be spoiled by you." He rested his head against Pitch's.
"Do you? I'm pleased to tell you, you'll have the rest of your life to be spoiled by me."
"Sounds like heaven."
"Your heaven. Or mine?" Pitch nuzzled into Jack's shoulder, laying an arm gently over the pale chest. "Mine is right here. Soft, and pale and beautiful."
"And mine is you. So I suppose that means we are both in heaven right now."
"It would seem so." His nose moved up Jack's neck to rub against his temple. "Am I really your heaven? With my...rabbit-like behavior?"
"Everything about you is my heaven. Every little detail."
"Tell me, lover. Tell me some of these details. Let me hear you say it." Pitch gently kissed a white sideburn.
"I love the way your eyes shine when you look at me and Auréliane. I love how you constantly shower me with your love. I love that you're so possessive of me. I love that you're amused by making lame French jokes. I love that you can speak so many languages. I love that you're my savior in every possible way."
"Wonderful...delightful...glorious...kind...dear...precious...soft..." Pitch moved a hand down, tangling his fingers with Jack's. "Charming...French...beautiful...sweet...essential...everything but a disappointment."
Jack smiled, holding his hand tightly. "I love you, Pitch."
"I love you, Jack. So very much." He nuzzled the skin, lightly sucking and kissing the skin. "You are everything."
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