Jack falls asleep ten minutes into the movie and wakes up as the credits are rolling. His head is in Pitch's lap and Pitch's fingers are in his hair, playing with it. Sleepy and satisfied, Jack stays still, enjoying the attention.
"I know you're awake," Pitch says, and with a grin Jack rolls onto his back to look up at him.
"So do you have plans for me, now that I'm awake?"
"Only to ask you what you want, and hopefully give it to you." Pitch strokes a finger over Jack's lips, and Jack's tongue darts out to lick at it. Grabbing Pitch's wrist he holds his hand still so that he can lick some more, suck on his fingers, all the while staring up at Pitch.
It doesn't take long for Jack to tire of that and want the real thing. Twisting so that he's on his front he smirks at the tent in Pitch's sweatpants and reaches inside, shivering when his fingers touch the hot hardness of Pitch's cock. He's not even wearing underwear but then neither is Jack. Tugging Pitch's pants down just enough to free his cock, Jack doesn't bother with teasing or dragging things out. He just gets on with it, licking Pitch hungrily and then sucking him. A litany of whispered curses escape Pitch's lips, and his hand stays in Jack's hair, tugging slightly, the whisper of pain making Jack's cock throb inside his borrowed pants
"You're so good, Jack," Pitch murmurs. "Always so good."
"I don't know about that," Jack says, "But I do give pretty good blow jobs."
He goes back to it, taking his time. Noting the way that Pitch gets louder the closer he gets to coming; the way that his hand tightens in Jack's hair.
And then Pitch is coming with a groan, or maybe a growl, something guttural deep in his throat. Whichever it is, Jack's cock responds but he keeps concentrating on his task, sucking Pitch through his climax, grinding his own hips against the sofa and moaning around the cock in his mouth.
As Pitch gasps, chasing his breath, Jack crawls into his lap to straddle him. Pitch opens one eye, raises a brow, and Jack grins, pulling his own cock from his sweats. It's hot and heavy in his hand, and for all that he was able to ignore his own needs while he was concentrating on Pitch, now he suddenly, desperately needs to come. It's a struggle not to start stroking himself straight away. Instead he bites his lip and looks at Pitch.
"Can I? Please?" The words come naturally, driven by a need for permission that Jack doesn't really understand but is unable to resist.
Pitch opens both eyes now, sits a little straighter. "Can you what, Jack?"
He knows what Jack means, he knows, but this is part of the game too, and Jack licks his lips. "Make myself come. Please? I've been a good boy, right?"
Jack sees Pitch's adam's apple bob as he swallows, sees the intensity in his eyes despite the nonchalance he tries to affect. "Yes. You have." Lifting a hand, he strokes his cheek. "You've been a very good boy. Alright. Bring yourself off. Let me see you."
It takes all of three strokes and then Jack is coming, a strangled noise only half-escaping his throat. Pitch arms are around him, warm and close, and as Jack collapses against his chest. He listens to Pitch's heartbeat and feels himself relax, each knot of tension in him unwinding until he feels boneless and content as a cat in a patch of sunlight.
"Was that okay?" He asks, lifting his head. "I mean, I know you like kinky stuff."
"I do. But it doesn't always have to be kinky. Spontaneity can be a good thing. And honestly Jack, that bit at the end, where you asked me if you could come? That was perfect. That's the exact kind of thing that I like."
"Me too," Jack says quietly. He hadn't realised quite how much. With another smile, Jack settles back down. "Maybe we can do some more of the kinky stuff tomorrow. I'd be up for a bit of exploration. I'd like to try some of the stuff I've been reading about. And try some of the stuff I've done before but – well, I think it'll be better with you."
Pitch gives a velvet chuckle. "Oh, you do like stroking my ego, Jack."
"Evidently. Let's talk about it tomorrow. For now, Thunderdome, yeah?"