Jack goes over to Pitch like he's being reeled in. Standing before him he wavers a little, not sure whether he's supposed to kneel now or what.
"So, Jack," Pitch says, head tipped back slightly so that he can look up at him. "You want me?"
"That's what I've been saying." Desperation has crept into his voice, sharpening his words. Pitch only smiles.
"Indeed it is. Repeatedly. And I have to say, Jack, it's quite the ego boost."
"I know you keep saying we need to talk but there's a limit to how much talk I can handle."
"Oh? Then I suppose we should get on with things. On my knee, Jack."
"On - on your knee-? Do – do you mean-"
Before Jack can fumble himself into an early death, diagnosis: embarrassment, Pitch grabs his waist and pulls him down to sit on his lap, arranging him so his ass is on Pitch's thighs, his legs dangling over the arm of the chair. Pitch strokes a hand down Jack's thigh before resting it on his hip, supporting him, and Jack lets out a slow, shaky breath.
They're close, so close that Jack can see that Pitch has one white eyelash amongst the black; can see the sunburst of gold in his grey eyes. The fine wrinkles under his eyes and the wickedness in his smile.
He kisses Jack, just once.
"We're going to take this slowly," Pitch says, bestowing another kiss. "And if you start to feel the way you did the other day, you tell me. We'll use a safe word of your choice."
Jack tries to think, though Pitch sprinkling him with kisses - tip of his nose, eyelids, chin - is most distracting. Safe words… The guy who used to tie him up used them; a red-yellow-green system. Nice and simple. And honestly, Jack's not sure he can handle anything more complicated. Horny Jack is not smart Jack and he's already shaking, already hard.
"Red to stop, green to keep going," he says, and Pitch kisses his lips. "And yellow to slow down, right?"
"Excellent." The kisses go lower, to his neck, before fleetingly returning to his lips. Jack's hands curl in Pitch's shirt. "Next question: what do you want tonight?"
"Uh." Jack shifts, ever so slightly, but it's enough for him to be very aware that these butterfly kisses are doing a very good job of keeping him achingly hard, and that perhaps these skinny jeans were not a good idea, however hot his ass looks in them. "Your cock in my mouth would be nice."
"Is that so." Pitch looks at him as the hand on his waist moves under his shirt to skim over his skin. Jack jerks; the slight touch after all this teasing is like a static shock. Pitch's hand stills. "A colour, Jack."
"Green." He breathes out and then leans in, his own kiss introducing a hint of tongue.
"So," Pitch says, answering Jack's kiss with one of his own; with a tug on Jack's hair and fingernails digging into his skin, neither enough to really hurt. It's more a promise of what Jack can have if he wants, and he does. He really does. This time the kiss lingers long enough for them to lose themselves in each other; the only sound in the room the slickness of their lips, and quickness of their breath. "What else do you want, Jack?"
"I want - I want-" Pitch's hand slides under Jack's shirt again, a simple thumb over his hipbone, and Jack jerks against him. "Everything, everything. But I want it now. I want you in charge so that - so that I can just enjoy it. I want to know you'll look after me."
"I will, Jack. In every way." Another kiss, and then Pitch's warm fingertips trace the edge of Jack's tattoo, where the ink fades away at his wrist.
"Please, Pitch," he whispers. "Please. I just - I want to know what you taste like."
"Alright." Without warning Pitch puts his arms under Jack and then stands, holding him in a princess carry. Jack yelps and puts his arms around Pitch's neck for support, huffing a laugh and smiling. He could get used to this.
Pitch carries him into the bedroom. It's as minimalist as the rest of the apartment - grey walls, dark carpet, black-and-white photos in black frames. He doesn't take much notice of the décor because in the middle of the room is the huge bed, a dark wooden four-poster.
Expectation ratchets up inside Jack as Pitch sets him down on the mattress, stroking a finger down his jawline before stepping backwards. Jack stays perfectly still and watches with wide eyes as Pitch undresses slowly, feeling like any movement will change Pitch's mind about giving Jack what he wants.
First the shirt comes off, revealing a slim, strong body. His skin is golden brown with a few pale scars cross-crossing his belly and arms. A dark line of hair peeks out from his waistband and Jack bites down on his lip, hard, lest he make a sound. The belt next, fine black leather; the top button of his jeans, then the zip, and it's too damn slow, but Jack still doesn't dare move, not even when Pitch meets his eye and smirks at him.
"Fancy helping me with my boots, Jack?"
Jack moves then. It doesn't even involve conscious thought. Jack was on the bed and then suddenly he's on his knees, plucking at Pitch's laces, running a hand down the leather. Pitch's hand rests gently in his hair and the need to please Pitch is a glowing ember in Jack's stomach. Boots off, then socks, and Pitch lets Jack help him get rid of the tight jeans, too. Now all that's left are tight black briefs, tented by Pitch's impressive hard-on. Jack wants to touch but he hasn't had permission yet; no, it's more than that. He's still scared that this is too good to be true. That if he tries to touch he'll wake up, alone, like always. But Pitch smells of the promise of sex, and Jack has to dig his nails into his thighs to stop himself from touching. He can be patient. He can.
Finally Pitch makes a move, sliding the briefs off and down, bending to remove them and kissing Jack on the forehead while he's bent over.
Jack swallows as he looks at Pitch's cock. He's big. Not porn-star-big, but still impressive. Still bigger than anything Jack's ever seen in real life.
He glances up at Pitch to see him smiling down.
"Do you have a colour for me, Jack?"
"Green," he whispers. "Definitely green."
A/N: Sorry about the lack of chapter last week! I was in a hotel whose wifi wasn't working *sadface* To make up for it, there's two chapters this week! Hope you like it. As ever, thank you so SO much for your support, you're all wonderful *hearts*