Jack means to ask Tooth about what she and Pitch talked about, but she wake before him, leaving a note on the fridge that says I'll cook dinner, see you at 7 xx. He's not sure if he's annoyed or relieved.
He spends what little is left of the morning finishing the plush rabbit he's made for Bunny's Christmas present. It's a tradition; Jack always makes him something rabbit-related. It started when Jack was five years old and drew him a rabbit with marker pens and glitter glue. It probably went straight in the trash - hell, most of them probably did - but Jack's got a theme and he's sticking to it. Besides, this plush is pretty good. It's white, with blue eyes: a snow bunny. Kinda like Jack himself.
Tooth and North are getting handmade presents too: Tooth's getting a pair of brightly-coloured feather earrings, North a pair of Letterpress prints based on his naughty and nice tattoos. They all give handmade presents now; what started as Jack making presents for Bunny became a tradition for all of them. It's one of the few things that Jack likes about this time of year: he knows his siblings are going to spend some time thinking about him.
He never gets anything from his dad, of course-
Jack derails that train of thought before it can get any further. He's in a decent mood and he really doesn't want it spoiled. Instead he concentrates on stitching the fluffy white pompom to the bunny's butt.
There. Finished. And adorable, if he does say so himself.
He pauses, looking down at his sewing supplies. There's probably enough fabric to make another one. Enough stuffing, too. He could make one for Seraphina. Pitch said that he and Seraphina's mom don't let her have too many toys, but a hand-made rabbit from her father's boyfriend should be okay, right?
Jack smirks at boyfriend and starts cutting out the pieces. Since Pitch didn't deny it, is that how he thinks of Jack? How does Jack think of Pitch, for that matter? Other than - well, he's thought of him as his dom a few times…
Jack bites his lip, hard. This feels like an inappropriate thought to have while making a stuffed toy for a kid.
Even if he's been thinking of Pitch that way, that dynamic is only one facet of their relationship. They've had vanilla sex more than they've been kinky, and that's probably going to continue. Jack's not sure how it is for Pitch, but for himself, he doesn't think that he could handle kinky stuff all the time. It's too intense. He needs to break it up with plain old vanilla fucking or he'll burn out.
He winces. What was that about sexy thoughts becoming inappropriate for toy making again?
Boyfriends, Jack thinks, determined to keep his mind somewhat smut-free. He'd be happy with boyfriends. It's kind of a catch-all and seems almost - innocent - for what Jack wants Pitch to do to him, and what he's pretty damn sure Pitch wants to do to him. But in lieu of anything else, it'll do.
Glancing down at his phone, where it rests by his knee, he's struck by what is either a burst of courage or stupidity.
He texts Pitch: So we're boyfriends?
He isn't expecting an instant reply since Pitch is with Seraphina, but he's barely picked up his scissors again when his phone buzzes.
Yes. Amongst other things.
Jack puts the scissors down and picks up his phone, reading the text, rereading it. Pitch didn't have time to think about it; that was automatic.
And that's awesome.
Jack taps his finger on the back of the phone, wondering how to reply, then is struck by what is possibly a very dumb idea.
Stripping off his hoodie and t-shirt, he puts his fingers to his mouth, as suggestive as he can manage, and takes a photo. He sends it, along with Then here you go, boyfriend.
He pauses, waiting for a reply, feeling nervous when he doesn't get one straight away.
His mind runs through fifteen increasingly terrible reasons for delay - Pitch is angry with him, Seraphina saw it and is asking Questions - before he gets a response.
You are a minx. Get your shirt back on before you get hypothermia.
Jack writes I'm in my apartment, not Central Park before thinking better of it and deleting the whole thing.
He puts his t-shirt on and sends another photo like that, along with Yes sir.
A few moments pass. Jack checks his email and his Facebook, something to distract himself, and then he gets a final text that makes him shiver with anticipation.
I like that, Mr Frost. I will show you just how much the next time I see you.
A/N: So sorry for not posting for so long! I've recently become self-employed so I've been really busy. We should be back to weekly updates now, thank you so much for all your support! x