When Jack stirs, Pitch is curled around him, pressed against his back. Already awake, his fingers are in Jack's hair, stroking gently, as though he doesn't want to wake Jack but can't help himself. It feels nice, as does the half-hard cock pressed against his ass. Jack lies there, eyes closed, and enjoys the intimacy of the moment. Pitch with all his barriers down - and Jack, too, for that matter. No sarcasm or banter or deflection. Just this. Just them.
Jack lies still for a moment longer, part of him afraid that if he moves and lets Pitch knows that he's awake it will shift things, create a distance between them. But the very intimacy of the moment makes this small dishonesty seem larger, and Jack forces himself to move, glancing over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes.
"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice rusty with sleep.
"Good morning." Pitch kisses his temple. "How are you feeling?"
"Good. Excellent." Pitch's fingers are still in his hair, and Jack sighs, almost a purr. The feel of Pitch's cock against his ass stirs his own desire, and he presses back against it, smiling at Pitch's intake of breath. "You?"
"Very good indeed. Having you in my bed is the best start to the day." He drops a kiss to Jack's shoulder and his breath hitches when Jack rubs against him again. "You know, it's almost like you want something."
"I do."
"And what is it that you want?"
"Mmm. All kinds of things. Mostly involving you, me and orgasms."
Pitch chuckles and Jack can feel the movement against his back. "Anything specific?"
A hundred scenarios leap to the front of Jack's mind, squabbling for his attention. "You could fuck me," Jack suggests, and he licks his lips. "We've not done that yet."
"I want to wait until your birthday, Jack." Pitch slides his hand over Jack's waist and down to his cock.
"But-" Jack's eyes flutter shut as Pitch starts to stroke him gently. "I-I'm already eighteen."
Another velvet chuckle. "I know. I wouldn't be doing this if you weren't-"
"Yeah right."
"-but I have plans for your birthday."
"Plans that include fucking me?"
"Perhaps. We'll see how we feel on the day. But your present - well, let's just say your present is related to my fucking you."
Jack makes a high-pitched little noise as Pitch's hand tightens around him, just a little; a creeping, teasing increment because despite everything else Pitch has to be a giant jerk as well. "This whole being mysterious thing is very annoying."
"And you're being naughty. Your present is a secret. Stop trying to guess. You'll find out soon enough."
"But-" He gasps as Pitch bites at his neck, not entirely gently, and an idea sidles into Jack's mind and takes root. "Will- will you-"
"Will I…?"
Jack knows what he wants. But saying it - oh god, it sounds so stupid.
"Will I what, Jack?"
"I want- You to-" Pitch's hand stills on his cock, though he doesn't pull away. Jack reaches down to try to get him to move again, but Pitch is both adamant and apparently insistent on being a pricktease. "Oh come on."
"You want me to do something. Tell me what it is."
"I want you to – to mark me, okay?" Jack snaps, his cheeks burning. "A hickey. Just so - I can look in the mirror over the weekend and see it, and know you did it and-"
But Pitch is already at work, sucking a bruise into Jack's skin at the juncture of neck and shoulder, just above the upper edge of his tattoo. The hand on Jack's cock is moving again too and Jack shivers, already ridiculously close to coming.
"But you know," Pitch says, pulling back so that he can look at whatever mark he's just made, "It's not that I don't want to fuck you. Because I really, really do."
"Fuck," Jack whimpers, trying to hold his climax back but his control is spiralling away from him.
"Yes," Pitch agrees. "We're going to have a marvellous time on your birthday. But what about now, hmm?"
"Wha?" Jack's brain isn't quite in gear anymore, all of his concentration bent on trying not to come because damn it all, a sixty-second handjob is apparently enough to get him off now.
"I'm not going to fuck you, but there are other options. Like intercrural sex."
"Wha?" Jack asks again. The science-y sounding word is unfamiliar, but then again words like options are kind of tricky to understand right now, though he understands sex just fine.
"Between your thighs - shall I show you?"
"Uh – yeah. Yeah, that would be good."
"Excellent," Pitch purrs in his ear, then bites his earlobe, making Jack yelp. "Now, I've noticed that you seem to like getting my permission before you come-" Fuck yes. "-so how about we do that? Can you wait, Jack?"
"I - I can try," he says, forcing his eyes open to glance back at Pitch and then whimpering at the slightly predatory smile he sees there. "Yes," he whispers, and the smile widens.
"Excellent." Pitch reaches over Jack's body to the nightstand, and tugs open the drawer. It means that his hand leaves Jack's cock, but he doesn't entirely mind. It gives him a moment to try and calm himself. Not that it helps a whole lot when Pitch pulls out a bottle of lube from the drawer.
"But - you said you weren't going to fuck me."
"I'm not. But lube often helps. Do you use hand lotion or something similar when you're jerking yourself off?"
"Y-yeah."
Pitch smirks. "Now there's something I'd like to see. Perhaps you could make a video for me, hmm? Or I could film you."
"Oh my god."
"I could film you, and then we could watch it together," Pitch says, conversational, and the slick sounds of lube draw another whimper from Jack.
Is this going to be weird? Is it going to feel good for him, or is it more for Pitch, or- Not that he minds if this is mostly for Pitch, he is more than happy to do things for Pitch's benefit, like if Pitch just wants to use his body then oh fuck, is he ever okay with that. Like, blindfolded and tied up and having no idea what Pitch is going to do to him, and-
"Oh fuck," Jack says again as his thoughts run away from him.
"Language," Pitch says fondly, and when he reaches to stroke Jack's cock one, two times, the noise Jack makes is completely embarrassing.
"Take over," Pitch commands, taking Jack's hand and putting it on his cock so that he can touch himself. Jack is happy to comply, and he starts with gentle strokes so that he can concentrate on what is happening. For everything else, he gives himself completely over to Pitch, letting him move and adjust him however he wishes. It's freeing, giving up control like that and he sighs, feeling the tension melt away from his shoulders.
Pitch starts by lifting Jack's thigh, just a little, and then shifting closer. First, Jack's aware of the heat of Pitch's body all along his back; then he feels the hot hardness of Pitch's cock between his legs. Pushing Jack's thighs back together, Pitch's breath catches. "There we go."
Jack blinks. It's - interesting. Pitch's hand goes to his hip to steady him as he starts to thrust-
And then it's suddenly a hell of a lot more than just interesting.
The tip of Pitch's cock whispers against Jack's balls and - yeah. That's good. And the friction against his upper thighs and his perineum, damn. He squeezes his eyes shut and sees starbursts. Why exactly hasn't he done this before? It feels awesome, especially since he's stroking himself, and Pitch's breathless gasps in his ear are just the icing on the goddamn cake.
"Bloody hell, Jack," Pitch whispers. "This - if just this is so good - and it is, fuck-"
"It is," Jack says in breathless agreement.
"Then what's it going to be like inside you? Fuck." He draws out the last word, his fingers tightening on Jack's hip enough to hurt but that feels good too, oh god. The new and fantastic sensations between his thighs, his hand on his cock, Pitch whispering all the things he wants to do to him, it's like a hundred switches being thrown at once, overloading his circuits. How much longer is he expected to hold on? It's not humanly impossible to last much longer, he can't-
"I wanna come," he gasps.
"Hold on, Jack. Hold on for me."
Jack bites his lip, hard enough that he tastes copper, and tries not to cry out as the head of Pitch's cock rubs against his balls again, again, oh god, it feels so good, too good-
"Just a little longer. For me, Jack. Just hold on for me."
And he's trying, he's trying so hard but god-
He has to stop touching himself and both hands grab fistfuls of bedsheet but it doesn't do much to help. He feels like he's already freewheeling, caught up in the inevitable gravity of his orgasm.
Fuck, fuck, and Pitch's words have dissolved into grunts as he thrusts again and again.
"Please," Jack whispers. "Please, please-"
And finally Pitch says yes-
And Jack comes, not even needing to be touched. He cries out, Pitch's own cry mingling with his as they come together, swept away on the same wave.
They come down together too, their breaths evening out, relaxing against each other. Jack twists to kiss Pitch, lazy and wet and slick, and he's slick between his thighs too, a mix of lube and Pitch's come, and the thought makes him shiver and whimper.
"That was awesome," Jack says, and Pitch bites his bottom lip.
"It was," he agrees, and pulls Jack into a tight hug. Twisted around like a pretzel, it's not exactly comfortable but Jack's not about to complain. Kissing and cuddling after mind-blowing sex? It's the perfect end to a perfect morning.