Hey y'all. I know it's been awhile since I've updated anything. I told myself I wouldn't spend them time editing all these chapters if people didn't show interest so I stopped for awhile. Now, it's bothering me thinking back on these stories that I left unfinished online because I know how much I myself hate finding stories and then discovering they're unfinished. SO...my goal is to start posting them again so the ones who are interested in the story can see how it ends. I don't have the time to put in as much effort as I used to to edit, so please forgive if there's more typos or such than my usual posts. Jarjarblinx1 and I hope you enjoy how we ended this story.

"You know, I haven't stayed over at someone's house since I was a kid."

"Really? It's always been guests at your own house all these years?"

"Yep. I wanted to always be comfortable. Besides, going to someone else's house involves a bit of intimacy, doesn't it? It's harder to escape if things go wrong."

"I've felt the opposite for a while. I used to feel the same, but after Charles I always felt it was too intimate to bring others to my house."

"That's why I have my apartment. I'm in a place of comfort, but the people I bring don't get to see my real home."

"Not all of us have the luxury of a movie star salary and can afford a second place to live."

"So what do you do? Do you just take people to a hotel?"

"It's not like I had a different guy every other night. Before you, there were only like five boyfriends. Charles was the third, so after him I would always go to their place."

"Now, I'm going to yours."

The first guy I've brought home to this house."

"And the last, I hope."

"I hope so too."

"Because I love you. Very much."

"I know." Jack smiled and looked down at his hands with a blush.

"And you love me too," Pitch whispered. He leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Keep your eyes on the road before you kill us both," he laughed.

"I can actually drive." Pitch chuckled but put his eyes back on the road.

"Not if you aren't looking where you're going."

"It's not my fault I have such a handsome man next to me."

"He might not be so handsome if you crash the car."

"I won't crash the car. I don't want to ruin your handsome face."

"Glad to hear it." Jack shot him a half smile. As much as he tried to suppress it, his heart started picking up the closer they got to his house. When he felt it getting harder to breathe, he tapped on the man's leg to get his attention. Jack tried to swallow, but his mouth was suddenly too dry. "C-can you pull over for a second please?"

With a worried glance, Pitch pulled up to a curb. "I can drop you off down the street or something."

"No, no. It's alright. I'm fine." His hands scrambled to undo his seatbelt so he could stumble out of the car. "I-I just need some air for a moment. I'll be fine. Don't worry." Jack tried to smile at him.

Pitch got out of the car and came up behind him, rubbing his back soothingly. "How about I drop you off down the street, you get your suit, and we'll go back to my place? I think I left something important back there anyway."

"No!" Jack answered quickly. He kicked the lamp post next to them and screamed out, "Fuck!" He leaned forward until his forehead was resting against the cool metal, trying to calm his breathing. "I'll be fine," he whispered. "I told you. I wouldn't go so far as to say what I've been through is anything compared to what people with PTSD have been through, but fuck does it feel like that. I hate it. So fucking much."

"Don't rush yourself, Jack. I won't love you any less if I go to your place today, tomorrow, or a year from now."

"I want to take you though." He turned to look at the man behind him, but his attention was caught by a loud bark. Jack looked up to see a white blur running top speed down the street at them. "Snowball!" The pitbull almost knocked him off his feet in her excitement. She wiggled happily in his arms, and he could feel his anxiety practically melt away. Jack stood up with the big dog cradled in his arms like a baby, grinning. "This is Snowball."

Pitch looked down at the dog and hesitantly reached his hand out. "I've never had a dog before."

"She won't hurt you." Jack laughed when she licked at the hand trying to pet her, her tongue lolling out of her mouth with a big doggy grin. "She might look scary, but this is the biggest lovebug you'll ever meet. I just wonder how she got here though." He looked around and saw his friend jogging down the street.

"Sorry, Jack!" The short man came to a stop in front of them, gasping for breath. "We were on a walk and she insisted going this way and just took off when she saw you."

"Don't worry about it, Sandy. She must have known she was needed here." He gave the dog a big kiss on the cheek before setting her down on her feet again.

Jack's friend held his hand out to Pitch. "Anderson Snoozen. Nice to meet you."

"Kozmotis Pitchner." Pitch smiled and shook the man's hand. "You must be Jack's neighbor."

"Sandy's one of my best friends. He watches Snowball for me when I can't make it home to feed or walk her." Jack smiled at his best friend.

"Which is rather often lately," Sandy teased him.

"Oh?" Pitch looked at Jack in confusion. "Is that my fault?"

"Yes, it's your fault. I don't usually spend so much time away from home unless I'm going out with someone." Jack blushed under the scrutiny.

"Why don't you bring him to my place when you come? Dogs are allowed."

"Because usually I go to your place after work. And I didn't want to assume you'd be okay with me bringing her."

"I'm okay with it. I assume Anderson has his own life. He doesn't need a dog on top of it."

Sandy waved it off. "I don't mind. I work from home anyway, so it's not really a hardship. She's very well trained and perfectly behaved. I'm just glad that Jack's attempting to bring someone home. It's the first time he's tried in years, and it would be quite the breakthrough for him."

Jack blushed bright red. "Sandy's also my therapist," he explained

"Your friend and neighbor is your…?" Pitch looked up at Sandy and chuckled nervously. "And I thought I had problems."

"I know. It's kinda weird, but it's been really handy with everything. He's the one who suggested I get a pet to help with my anxiety, and I wouldn't be as normal as I am if I didn't have Snowball." He reached down to pet the dog and let her lick his hand.

"Then she's allowed to stay at my place too."

"Let's try to get you into my place first before we discuss where the dog goes," he chuckled.

"Do you want me to take her back home, Jack?" Sandy offered.

"Actually, I was kind of thinking...if I walk back with her I should be able to stay calm enough to get you inside." He looked up at Kozmotis. "Would you mind if I give you the address and meet you there?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait out front until I see you."

"I'll see you soon then." Jack typed in the address on his phone and reached up to give Kozmotis a lingering kiss.

Pitch smiled and ruffled Jack's hair. "Take your time, love."

"Thank you," he whispered. "It shouldn't be too long; it's only just a couple blocks."

"Take your time. I think you need this."

Jack nodded thankfully and started walking down the street with Snowball. Sandy stayed behind for a few moments. He turned to Kozmotis with a smile pasted on his face. "As Jack's friend and therapist, I feel the need to say that if you hurt him there will be consequences. I don't care if you're a big movie star or not."

Pitch looked after Jack anxiously. "I'm not a movie star anymore. I retired to get him back."

"Don't act like that's a big declaration of your devotion. It would be easy enough to go back to that life if things don't work out, and he knows that. Jack's been through too much to deserve being hurt by another asshole. I hope things turn out for you two in the end." Without another word, Sandy jogged to catch up with his friend.

Pitch looked after him with shocked eyes. He shook his head and got back into his car, following Jack's directions.

Jack didn't waste any time getting back to his place. Between having Snowball at his side and talking things through with Sandy the whole way back, he was almost feeling excited to have Pitch at his house. He lightly tapped on the car window with a smile. "Would you like to come inside?"

Pitch nodded and opened the car door. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better." He let the dog off her leash so his hands would be free to grab his bag.

"I'm glad. I actually took the time and thought some things out."

Jack stepped back to give him space to get out of the car. "That's good. Anything I should be worried about?"

"No. In fact, my thoughts had to do with something Sandy said."

"What did Sandy say?" He groaned, wondering what his friend would have said to Kozmotis.

"That I need to do more to prove myself. That you deserve nothing less."

"What does that mean?"

"That means you deserve more than I could ever possibly give you."

"That doesn't sound like a very good thing." Jack worriedly gripped the strap on his bag as he unlocked the front door.

Pitch stopped him and turned him around. "It's a very difficult thing, one that would send some men running." He cupped Jack's cheek and smiled. "I don't want to run. I want to stay and spend the rest of my life proving myself to you."

"You're sure?" He looked up into amber eyes, hoping desperately he would say yes.

"Open the door, Jack. I'd like to come in now."

"Alright." Jack turned the handle and stepped inside. "It's not much compared to your place, but at least it's clean and has a bed and a kitchen."

"Uh-huh." Pitch took the bag from Jack and dropped it to the side before pulling Jack into his arms. "You're here. I'm here. That's all that matters."

Jack hugged him tightly and pressed his lips against his shoulder. "I'm sorry I made it so difficult to get here."

"We're here now, and I think I'm owed a grand tour."

"I should make you explore on your own like you made me," he laughed.

"I actually only want to see one room for now. The rest can wait."

"The kitchen?" Jack grinned and picked up his bag again.

"No." Pitch pulled him back against him, and he nuzzled under Jack's ear. "Not the kitchen."

"Come on then." He pulled away and led him by the hand to his bedroom. The walls were white with a robin's egg blue accent wall behind the bed. The light shining in from the big window on the other wall made it look even brighter. Jack set his bag on the bed and looked back at his lover in the doorway, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Pitch looked around the room. "I like this room. It fits you somehow."

"Simple. Just like me."

"A simple elegance." Pitch sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Colors are a good match too."

Jack sat down next to him, sinking into the plushness of the bed. "I've always liked blue, and I liked how the spots of yellow brightened the room up more."

"Just like you brightened up my life." Pitch pulled Jack to lie back on the bed. He smiled at him and caressed the side of his face. "Let's stay in tonight."

"I thought you wanted to go out so I could see you in that suit." He laughed when Snowball came running in and jumped on the bed with them.

"I can still dress for dinner even if we stay in." Pitch pet the dog's head. "I don't feel like sharing you tonight. Beyond the obvious, of course."

"If we're just staying in, we don't have to dress up." He watched Pitch's face screw up when she licked up the side of his face.

"I don't mind." Pitch rubbed his face where he had been licked, wiping off the slobber.

"I'd rather just stay comfortable if we're going to be hanging around here." He scratched behind the dog's ears.

"We can do that."

"Maybe even do a little reading?"

"That's a high possibility."

"Do you want a tour of the rest of the house?"

Pitch shook his head. "I'd like to stay here with you a little longer."

"Alright. We can do that."

Pitch pulled Jack closer so he could kiss him. With fingers in his hair, Jack smiled against him, feeling more at ease than he thought he'd be able to feel. He hooked a leg over the man's hip. Pitch ran a hand down Jack's side, sliding back up to cup his rear and pull him closer. He slid his tongue past Jack's lips to tangle it with his own. Jack's breath hitched a moment before he moaned into the other man's mouth. He eagerly moved closer until their entire fronts were plastered together. Pitch groaned and just as eagerly tugged at Jack's shirt. Once he finally had it off, he threw it aside and pressed their lips together once again, his fingers touching as much skin as he could.

Jack barely even registered that his shirt was gone until those fingers had him shivering in want. He pushed at the other man's shirt in return, tugging it off not even as close to gracefully as Pitch had. He didn't care. The moment that skin was open to him, Jack had his lips at his neck, his shoulders, chest, everywhere he could reach.

"Fuck," Pitch growled, pushing at Jack's pants. He was able to push them down to his knees before he grew impatient. His own fingers tugged his pants down. "I want you."

"I know," he whispered before he took a nipple in his mouth and tugged at it. Jack pressed forward and delighted when their erections met through their boxers. "But not yet."

"Not yet?" Pitch slid his hand inside Jack's underwear and wrapped his fingers around him. "Why?"

"I'm not ready yet," Jack gasped.

"What are you ready for?" Pitch whispered huskily in Jack's ear as he stroked him teasingly.

"More of what we did earlier."

"Then you're still a little overdressed," Pitch teased. He tugged Jack's boxers down to his knees and did the same with his own, exposing them both. He spread those pale legs and rubbed himself against him. "That's better."

"Much better," he whispered breathlessly. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off so his legs would be free to wrap around Kozmotis' waist. Jack pulled him close enough so he could kiss him some more.

Pitch kissed him back passionately, also kicking his clothes the rest of the way off. He cupped Jack's butt with both hands and pulled him as close as he could. "You feel so good," he whispered against a plump lower lip.

Jack chuckled before he was cut off by a moan. "I was going to say the same of you." His fingers took turns sliding up and down the smooth expanse of chest and back.

"You can touch me and kiss me as much as you want, so long as I get to return the favor."

"I'm okay with that." He pulled away so he could nip gently at the bruise he'd made earlier on Pitch's neck, the skin still sensitive from it. His lips made their way lower to nibble at a strong shoulder. When Pitch moved to suck and nibble on his shoulder, he returned the favor. Jack bit down a little harder than he had intended but couldn't help himself. He told himself he would apologize for it later.

Pitch gasped and pulled away, staring down at Jack with a look of both lust and shock. "That hurt."

"Sorry." He licked the red spot in an effort to sooth it.

"Don't be. I liked it. Do it again." Jack moved a little lower and, with a mischievous smile, did the same thing to his nipple, also soothing it with his tongue after. "Fuck," Pitch groaned, giving Jack's hair a tug. "You teasing minx!" Jack moaned at the tug on his hair. He didn't move from his spot, doing it again in hopes of getting the same reaction. "Jesus, fuck!" Pitch tugged Jack's hair again, his other hand squeezing his butt.

"Don't stop." Jack pulled away gasping for breath and with his eyes glazed over with lust. He licked up Pitch's chest. Pitch tugged Jack's head back to expose his neck to his lips. He bit and sucked at the pale skin, not caring if he left a mark. All he cared about was the sensuously erotic man next to him.

"Koz," he moaned loudly, hips pushing up for more friction. Jack's fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Fuck." Pitch pushed Jack onto his back before sliding between Jack's legs. "God, I want you so bad," he growled, biting Jack's neck as he ground down on his groin.

"So close," Jack whispered hoarsely. He was effectively pinned to the bed by the man on top of him, and he was loving every second of it.

"Not yet." Pitch claimed Jack's mouth, kissing him passionately as he ground against him.

"Why?" He moaned against his lips.

"Because I said so." Pitch chuckled before sliding his tongue along Jack's.

Jack retracted his tongue and closed his lips so it couldn't be reached again. "And you say I'm the cruel one."

"Teasing minx." Pitch tugged Jack's hair. "If I can't have your mouth, I'll have your neck." He moved his lips back down to Jack's neck and worked on covering the skin in tiny bruises.

"Oh, God…" Jack bit his lip hard when the tug nearly sent him off the edge. He couldn't even bring himself to care about the marks that would undoubtedly show on his pale skin.

Pitch abandoned Jack's neck in favor of biting and sucking a pale pink nipple. He dragged his teeth along the hardening nub. "Still want to withhold your tongue?"

"I'll let you have it back if you stop withholding my orgasm."

"Fine." At the same time, Pitch tugged Jack's hair, bit his nipple, and growled "cum." Jack pushed up against him and cried out as he spilled onto his stomach and Kozmotis' chest. Pitch moaned and thrust against his belly, soon mixing his release with Jack's on their skin. He panted and claimed Jack's mouth again. "I adore you."

"I'm glad you do." Jack kissed him back lazily. "If we keep this up, I'll have to take like five showers today."

"If you do, will you let me join you?"

"You promise we won't get carried away?"

"I swear. I won't put my thing anywhere near your naughty place."

Jack snickered at the description. "Then I guess I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join."

"I won't be able to promise that I won't kiss you some more."

"I don't mind more kissing. Actually, I'd really enjoy some more kissing."

"Perfect, because I really want to kiss you some more."

"Should we go now? Or wait here just a little longer?"

"Shower, I think. I do love to crush you like this, but cooling cum is not a comfortable feeling," Pitch chuckled.

"Agreed." Jack laughed when Pitch pulled away and revealed the sticky mess between them.

"You made such a mess, flower child," Pitch hummed as he pulled Jack to his feet. "But I just couldn't resist touching you."

"I made a mess? This is equally your doing."

"I blame you for being so delectable and utterly gorgeous when you orgasm."

"That's your own fault for pulling my hair so much."

"You looked like you liked it."

"It felt fucking amazing. I liked how you pulled it. It didn't feel like that with the, um…" He shook his head quickly. "With any of my exes." Jack led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Pitch ran his fingers through Jack's hair. "It's something that can cause pain or pleasure. I wanted you to feel the latter every time."

"It's always been painful in the past." Jack stepped into the shower with a small frown. "I never would have suspected that I would like it so much."

"You also trust me." Pitch followed him into the shower and immediately pulled Jack back against him. "You trust me not to hurt you when you're at your most physically vulnerable." He tugged Jack's head back and kissed his neck. "You trust that I only want your pleasure."

"I suppose you're right." He moaned softly at the gesture. "I lost that sense of trust with the others."

"And I brought it back." Pitch smiled and moved his hands to caress up and down Jack's front. "Let me clean you, and then I'll let you return the favor."

Jack reached out for the loufa and handed it to him. "You have a deal."

"Perfect." He grabbed the soap and lathered up his hands. "Anywhere I'm not allowed to touch?"

"I don't mind if you touch. Just so long as your 'thing' doesn't go near my 'naughty parts,'" he laughed.

Pitch smiled and ran his hands over Jack's body. "I don't want you to worry that I'll spread your legs and fuck you senseless in the shower."

"I'm not afraid of that with you. I trust you'll stop if I asked."

"I just don't know if you would ask in time." Pitch slid his hands lower to clean Jack's belly. "You might let me have you and then regret it afterwards. I don't want you to regret it."

"Believe me. I know my limits, and I'm not afraid to voice them. Sadly, it's something I had to learn in the past." Jack relaxed against him.

"Still don't want to take the chance." Pitch kissed along Jack's neck as he washed him clean.

"I'm only letting you know that I do trust you in that regard. Even if you apparently don't trust yourself."

"I don't want to disappoint you again." Pitch turned Jack around so he could clean his back and bottom.

"I don't think you will, so you need to see that too. I've seen a huge change in you from before. I wouldn't have brought you to my house if I hadn't. You're not Charles, and you're definitely not Barry."

"Barry?"

"The, um…" Jack swallowed hard and looked away. "The one who didn't stop when I said no."

Pitch nodded and kissed Jack's forehead. "No more of that then. This shower is too small for more than just you and me."

"It's definitely too small to fit all your shower stuff." Jack smiled teasingly.

"We would definitely have to move some stuff around to make room," Pitch snickered, grabbing Jack's shampoo and pouring a little onto Jack's hair.

"Or you could always just cut back on your shower regimen."

"Impossible. I need every little thing to make sure I look this good."

"I beg to differ. I think you look great without all of it too."

"Jack Frost, I could kiss you."

"You could? Why don't you?"

"Because I may not be able to stop unless you're moaning and almost boneless in my arms."

"You could give me a chaste kiss at least."

"Nope. No chaste kisses for those luscious lips of yours." He smiled and kissed Jack's cheek.

"You can be cruel. I'm sure that tasted deliciously of shampoo."

"It tasted deliciously of you."

"Damn. I was hoping for some karma to hit you." Jack leaned back into the shower spray and let the water rinse over him.

"Don't worry." Pitch ran his hand up Jack's neck and caressed the column. "Karma has hit me harder than you could imagine."

"How so?"

"I could have had any man or woman I wanted, and I did. Now I'm madly in love with a man who is determined to reform me."

"Hell yes, I'm determined. Anyone who was as bad as you needs a serious talking to."

"It doesn't help that the person doing the talking is also someone I want to drag back to bed and keep there for hours."

"And someone who won't let you until your probation period is over."

"Yes, sir," Pitch chuckled.

"You should take this time to reflect on what you've done, young man," Jack scolded him with a grin. He took the loufa from his lover and re-soaped it. "Your turn now."

Pitch nodded. "I'm sorry for lying to you."

"I was only teasing you." He took his time scrubbing Kozmotis clean. "I am curious about something, though."

"Yes?"

"What if I hadn't found out the truth? Would you have ever told me?" Jack's hand slowed, and he looked up into amber eyes.

"Yes."

"How long would it have taken?"

"I was going to tell you when I got back. I wanted to do it face to face, and I knew after we slept together that what we had was serious."

"Was it just the sex that had changed your mind?" He moved around to wash his back.

"It solidified it in my mind. I was beginning to wonder if we were becoming serious but then we slept together and I felt tied to you."

Jack let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Alright."

"I knew in that moment that I would tell you everything and that I wanted nothing but to spend as much of my life with you as you would allow me."

"What was it that changed your mind? It's still a little hard to believe that you went from playboy slut to monogamously in love."

"Honestly, it was your smile."

"Really?" Jack looked up at him in disbelief.

"Yeah. After we did it, you smiled up at me. The look on your face made me feel like I was actually a good person. I felt like a god under that smile, and I never wanted that feeling to end."

"And it made you decide that you liked me enough to tell me the truth?"

"I wanted you to know all of me. I wanted that smile to wash away my sins and make me whole again. I wanted to be the man that smile was meant for."

"I'm not a god or an angel or anything. I can't wash away your sins." He leaned forward to gently kiss between his shoulder blades. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

"You didn't actually have to wash them away. It's just...I felt like a good person when you smiled at me. I didn't feel like a heartless cad or a soulless acting machine. I felt like a man. Just an ordinary man. I felt human."

"I guess it's a good thing I smiled then. Otherwise the world would have had to continue suffering through your habits," Jack teased.

"I want to be good. I want to be worthy of you. Your therapist made me ask myself what I could do to be worthy, and I don't know. I have nothing to give except what little I have of my heart." Pitch hung his head. "It's a cold, shriveled thing except where it was touched by you."

"I'll just have to make sure I keep on touching it then, won't I?" He stepped back around in front of him and reached up to pull him into a kiss. "Thank you for being honest with me."

"I want you to understand it isn't just the sex. I love your heart, your soul, those little quirks of yours. I love what makes you you."

"I do...but I still need a little more time to truly get over the lying. I hope you can understand." Jack sighed quietly, his gaze glued to his work so he wouldn't have to look his lover in the eyes. "If I was really normal, I might have been able to instantly move on. But as much as Sandy tells me I am, I know I'm not."

"I know you can't just forgive me, I understand that. I just want you to know that I mean it this time. I love you."

"Thank you for understanding. Love you too," he whispered against his skin. Jack hung the loufa and grabbed some shampoo. "You'll have to come down here so I can reach you."

Pitch bent down so Jack could reach his hair. From his vantage point, he was able to run his hands over thin, muscular calves. "Are all of your friends like your therapist?"

Jack ran his hands through his lover's hair repeatedly, working it into a lather. "In their professions? Or how protective they are of me?"

"Second one."

"Unfortunately for you, yes."

"Damn. And do they all think about me the way he does?"

"They're…" He chewed his lip worriedly. "Wary of you."

"Which means I'm going to have a hard time tomorrow, aren't I?"

"Why do you think I'm using it as a sort of test?" Jack sighed and continued running his fingers through his black hair long after it was thoroughly lathered, finding it oddly soothing. "My friends have been around for almost everything I've been through. They saw me go from the confident kid fresh from community college to having my confidence shattered by asshole boyfriends. And now that I've built myself back up to almost normal, they don't want to see it happen again."

"And how do I rank in your list of boyfriends in their mind?"

"I'd say somewhere in the middle. You're far from a saint, but I've had far worse than just a liar."

"I can work with being in the middle."

"So it's not that you have absolutely no chance. You're just unfortunate enough to have found me in this time of my life where their trust is almost harder than my own to earn."

"Any tips?"

"Be the nice guy you've been showing me the past few days."

"Anything else?"

Jack shook his head. "Everything else you'll have to do on your own."

"Swell. I look forward to being torn apart by your protective and loving friends."

"Don't be so defeatist."

"I'm just preparing myself. Don't worry. I'm not giving you up that easily."

"Glad to hear it." He took the shower head down and rinsed his hair.

"And there's the small mercy that your friends wouldn't cause too much trouble at a wedding dinner rehearsal."

Jack nodded, snickering. "Fairy would throw a fit if anyone started any drama."

"Good to know. No drama. Noted."

"Come on then. There's far more things we can do today than just stand around in the shower." He kissed Pitch's cheek and shut the water off. Jack handed him the towel from the rack and stepped out. He opened the bathroom closet and grabbed one for himself. "See? Normal people have towels in the bathroom," Jack teased.

"Hey, don't bash the habits of the wealthy," Pitch chuckled, ruffling his hair with the towel.

"I will bash them all I want when they make no sense." He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back out into the bedroom.

"To you they don't. It makes sense to me!"

Jack grinned back at him over his shoulder. "You must just be the weird and wealthy one of the two of us then."

"That may be true, but what does it say about you that you love this weirdo?"

"That I'm a guy who thinks weird is cute?" Jack pulled a fresh pair of clothes from his closet. "If I didn't like weird, I would have dated Pitch Black."

"No you wouldn't have. You wouldn't have liked me at all." Pitch came up behind him and pulled him close, kissing his neck. "Thankfully that wasn't the case."

"You picked both the wrong and right guy at the same time," he chuckled and leaned back into him.

"I don't think so. I think you're right."

"I was wrong for Pitch Black, but I'm the right guy for Kozmotis."

"You were right for Pitch Black too, but he would have been wrong for you."

"I wasn't right for him. He wouldn't have liked me after the novelty wore off. I'm too boring for such an exciting lifestyle."

"You're not boring."

"I would have been to him."

"You don't have to worry about it, because he isn't the one you're dating."

"Very true. Pitch Black can think I'm as boring as he'd like." He turned around in Kozmotis' arms. "So long as Kozmotis doesn't think I am." He snickered. "Is it a little weird that we talk about you as if you're literally two separate people?"

"It isn't far off. The person I am with you is not the person who thrives in Hollywood. I've grown bored with him, and now I want to be myself." He smiled and held Jack close. "With my very not boring love."

Jack rolled his eyes but smiled. "Even I think I'm a little boring."

"But you don't see you like I see you."

"I suppose I don't if you don't see me that way."

"I could tell you exactly what I see when I look at you, but we don't have the time."

"I don't see why you can't. We have the whole day with nothing to do." Jack took off his towel and rubbed it over the taller man's hair.

"That's not true. I have a promise to keep."

"Really? What promise?"

"I have a certain book to read in a certain garden to a certain handsome, sexy, luscious guy."

"Oh, yes. How could I forget?" Jack smiled. "But, besides that, we have a lot of spare time."

"Maybe I'll tell you after I've finished reading."

Jack turned back to getting dressed. "You think we can finish it in one afternoon?"

"I'm not anticipating we will. Guess you'll just have to invite me over again."

"Well, you're already staying the night. I'm sure I'll definitely be inviting you over again soon."

"How soon?"

"Soon."

"Like maybe tomorrow night too?"

"Maaaaaaayyyyybe."

"Is that closer to a yes or a no?"

"You'll see tomorrow night, won't ya."

"Don't tease me."

"I think I will. You tease me all the time. You can't blame me for getting revenge." After he was fully dressed, he tossed his towel at his lover with a grin.

Pitch batted the towel away with a laugh. "Let me stay tomorrow night."

"We'll see how you do tomorrow at the dinner." Jack picked up the towel and took Pitch's from his waist to hang them up in the bathroom. "Get dressed. I want to show you the garden."

"Yeah yeah." Pitch grabbed an outfit from his bag and quickly got dressed.

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