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Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost X Pitch Black (aka Black Ice).
This is the sequel to my previous chapters in Dream Catcher, and takes place after the Rise of the Guardians movie! It is rated M for mature content (do not take lightly), and there will be emotional moments. You have been warned; read at your own risk.
So I kinda love Onyx. One of my favorite OCs! But enough bragging . . . Figured I'd give y'all some sexy stuff!
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Chapter 19: Water Under the Bridge
Pitch couldn't help it. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't really believe it. Jack Frost . . . Guardian? Guardian . . . of Fun. He had to admit, he was proud of Jack. He had become more than Pitch could've imagined and hoped for. The smart, courageous, and crafty Jack Frost. That being said, he was near perfect. Shining blue eyes, soft porcelain skin with a gentle sprinkle of freckles, thick white hair like silk between his fingers. Pitch had been such a fool to let someone with that big of a heart slip through those same fingers. Cold hands, warm heart, as they say.
And now the guardian had willingly come back into his home. Something that might've been theirs – but he ruined that with his stubbornness. No! Jack's immaturity and his selfish, for lack of a better word, desire to protect him from himself. Now Jack wasn't immature. If Onyx didn't want to stomp on him from his childish habits, then he must've grown up a little to pass through the barrier of her!
That made him cheerful. Something like what a teenager would feel after their parents accepted their boyfriend/girlfriend. And Jack was, technically, still a teenager. So what did that make Pitch? A stubborn parent or the eager-to-please boyfriend? Wait – what? He wasn't anyone's father – anymore – nor is he anyone's boyfriend! Pitch scraped his fingernails down his scalp and groaned at how annoying his train of thought was becoming.
"Um, Pitch? Should I come back later or . . .?"
Pitch jerked his head up from his hands and met Jack's confused stare at his door. His bedroom door. Bedroom. Jack and Pitch.
"Jack, hi again, no, I was just, um . . ." Pitch looked around. He had been so lost in thought that he became unaware of Jack's presence. Odd.
"I called you before but you didn't answer. It looked like you were thinking pretty hard there. Was I interrupting?"
"No, no, it's fine. Glad you stopped me where I was actually," Pitch stood up and brushed himself off, regaining his respectable posture. Small talk was difficult if the one you were thinking about uncontrollably was halfway in your bedroom. "You can come in if you'd like." Remember to add "attack of facepalms" to his schedule later.
Already got it, Pitch! Pitch smiled awkwardly at Jack through Onyx's teasing.
"Thanks." Jack pulled himself through the doorway, keeping his crooked staff directly at his side.
"What brings you up here? I was going to come back down and accompany you in the kitchen."
"You were taking a while and Onyx said you might need company up here." Jack seemed awkwardly overwhelmed by the nostalgia of Pitch's posh bedroom. The same black-and-grey swirled rugs, black-framed mirrors on the walls, and the same double French doors leading to the balcony overseeing the vast nightmare lair. It hadn't changed in fifty years. A part of him was happy for that. Jack's eyes skimmed over Pitch's plush bed, where he had previously been sitting. "Satin and silk?" he asked, walking over to the side of it.
"Yes." A small lump began to form in Pitch's stomach. He locked his hands behind his back. Watching Jack admiringly run his hands over the material of the sheets made him want to lace his fingers between Jack's and bring them to his lips and cheek. He wanted to feel Jack against him, in whatever way he could.
"Pitch!"
"Hm?"
"I asked if you've ever thought about changing the color scheme. I know black and grey suit you very well, but even still. Variety is okay," Jack joked. Pitch exhaled gently when he saw Jack's radiant smile.
"Apologies, I must've dozed off. No, I haven't thought about changing anything. I am very comfortable in my home with this color scheme." The corner of Pitch's lips twitched. Jack stuffed his hand into his hoodie pocket.
"So, um, I just wanted to ask if you and I are alright after, y'know, everything that's happened –"
"Of course, Jack. Water under the bridge." Pitch stepped to Jack's side, enough so he could easily trace a finger down the crook of Jack's staff. Jack kept his eyes on Pitch's finger, almost as if entranced by it.
Neither spoke a word. Jack's crystal blue orbs met Pitch's golden ones. Jack felt like his legs would give out at any moment if something didn't happen right now.
"Pitch," Jack whispered almost inaudibly. He liked how easy it rolled off his tongue. Pitch curled his tracing finger around the twisted wood, quickly followed by the rest of his hand. Jack let his staff fall effortlessly into Pitch's possession, never breaking the link between their eyes.
Jack looked like a scared puppy – innocent, small and fragile – but ready to attack should he need to. But Pitch knew Jack Frost wasn't innocent, small, or fragile. Oh, no. His Jack Frost was mischievous, strong, and demanding. And, hell, did he love that very much.
Pitch softly caressed Jack's pale cheek with his free hand. Jack grew pink across his skin at the touch as he nudged into Pitch's palm. Pitch began to feel pressure building in his groin at the sight inches below his nose – Jack laced his fingers with Pitch's from the back of his larger hand, and Jack stared back up at Pitch, silently asking for more.
Pitch dropped the staff.
Jack grinned when Pitch pushed on the small of his back and pull him to his toes in a rough kiss, instantly feeling Pitch's half-erection against his stomach. He wrapped his arm around Pitch's neck and dug his digits into the mass of black curls styled on Pitch's head. He slid his other hand up the lean chest, covered by the soft black robe. Jack was convinced that if he didn't hold on, he would fall out of Pitch's secure grip.
Lips were forced apart, seeking further entrance, which Jack humbly agreed to. Pitch's tongue swept across his chilled bottom lip and gave them both little shivers over exposed skin. Jack tilted his head and met the stronger man just outside his teeth. The guardian's cock tented in his tight pants at the sensation of Pitch's warm, wet flesh inside his cold mouth.
"P-Pitch –!"
Pitch stepped between Jack's weak legs, grinding his cock with his knee (he earned a pleasing moan for that) and forced the teenager to step back into his bed. He fell backwards, with Pitch hovering on top. He braced his forearm to the left of Jack's head, and Jack brought his leg up to Pitch's waist.
"Please –!" Jack wiggled under him, attempting top loosed his pants. Pitch took the hint and dragged Jack's pants down enough so his cock sprung free.
"Eager, aren't we?"
"You're hard t-too."
Pitch smirked and wrapped his slender fingers firmly around Jack's throbbing cock. Jack momentarily stopped breathing at the sudden heat.
"Breathe, Jack ~" Pitch purred into Jack's neck. He shifted his hand down to the base and up to the head, stopping slightly to run this index finger over the leaking tip. Pitch made a steady rhythm of this, Jack arching his back and thrusting into Pitch's hand with each stroke. Faster, Pitch rubbed, until Jack came hard in Pitch's hand, covering his skin with a sticky, contrasting color. Pitch quickly ejaculated into the fabric covering his unattended cock.
Pitch leaned down and kissed Jack tenderly, darting his tongue inside to touch the tip of Jack's tongue. With a hard suck on Jack's lip, he pulled away from the kiss to view his work.
Jack was panting hard. Obviously the kiss and sudden contact took his breath away, and Pitch could practically hear his heart beating quickly against his rib cage. Jack's eyes were blown wide, completely consumed by lust at this point. Pitch's hold on Jack's back tightened.
"For Moon's sake, I've missed you so much, Jack." Pitch dropped his forehead to Jack's chest, feeling the equally fast heartbeat against his head. "Not just in bed, but you in general." He slumped to his knees, resting between Jack's own legs. "You're so full of life and happiness, completely opposite of me," he could feel Jack's pulsing erection through the layers of thin material, "and I didn't want to lose you all those years ago but I was a fucking idiot." He placed gentle kisses on Jack's collarbone as he spoke. "You've grown up so much and I'm nothing but proud of you, Jack." Pitch didn't want to cry; he hated it and didn't want to show he was weak. But even the strongest people shed tears. They were just beginning to form in his tear ducts when a small and cold hand gracefully combed through his disheveled hair. His face was pulled up to meet Jack's. He was propped on his arm and that beautiful smile mesmerized Pitch.
"It's alright, Pitch. Water under the bridge." Jack carefully brought his lips to Pitch's cheekbone. Pitch's eyes fluttered closed at the surprisingly warm embrace. Jack released his cheekbone and grazed his fingertips over Pitch's temple and jaw.
Well that was beautiful, boys, really, congratulations. Onyx sincerely stated from the French doors. Jack and Pitch both jumped at the sound of her voice and jerked their heads in her direction. I'd hate to be the one to break this up, but unfortunately, Pitch has some work to do for some sleeping children. Pitch looked like he wanted to kill someone. Onyx looked ecstatic. Jack grew dark red with embarrassment and flopped into the sheets.
"We'll finish 'this' when I come home." Pitch whispered slyly in Jack's ear.
"I'll be waiting." Jack nipped at Pitch's earlobe with his teeth.
Pitch peeled himself from Jack's limbs and made his way to the adjoining bathroom to refresh himself before leaving for work. He gave Jack permission to use whatever he needed in the bathroom – shower, clothes, etcetera – and called Onyx out to follow him. He would scold her for spying on them later.
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AWWWWW I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I certainly enjoyed writing it ;3
This would be a good place to end the story, if I were a predictable author . . . BUT I'M NOT (last I was told) SO BE PREPARED FOR MORE DRAMA! :D
And with that, I will take my leave *bows*
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