Jack gripped the nightmare Kings hands in his own, pulling him up with strong hands. As he did pitch landed straight into his arms, and he was in heaven. Not wanting the man to be uncomfortable, he put that aside.
Now that Pitch was standing Jack started instructing, "good, now hold onto me," Pitch wrapped his arm around the teens shoulder, "perfect. Now move your left foot forward, then your right." Before long the two spirits were gliding side by side, in a perfect unity.
Jack looked up and with a thought perfectly shaped ice flurries fell from the sky. Pitch looked over and allowed a small smile as a cold flake landed on his cheek. Lost In the peace of the moment both men were too distracted too notice how close they were to the edge of the lake. This led to both men skating strait into a bump of snow, falling flat on there face into to icy fluff.
Jack came up spluttering with laughter, surprised when Pitch did the same. Looking at the nightmare king Jack brushed some snow from his charcoal black hair. Not wanting to frighten the man, Jack very slowly leaned forward, allowing Pitch time to pull away. When he didn't and there lips touched, fire burst between them.
Neither man had felt such contact, and the intimate tension between them built quickly. Pitch moved in closer, his hand running through Jacks hair, gripping firmly. There lips moved together, tongues tasting each other in a kiss that brought steam from the ice they were lying in.
Finally pulling away breathless and panting. Pitch sighed before his eyes went dark, "this will never work Winter. I've gotta go." Without giving Jack a say, pitch was gone in the shadows leaving the young man hard, confused, and on the brink of tears.
Quietly he stood and headed sadly to the one person he could go to about this, so into the rabbit whole he went.