Jack didn't wait long to initiate the next phase of his plan to get physically intimate with Pitch. He figured, to hell with taking things slow, they needed to make up for lost time!
Having many Guardian and winter duties to attend to, he didn't see Pitch for over a week after holding his hand, so when he finally did, he took the opportunity.
Jumping down into the dark lair, Jack was immediately in front of a sad looking Pitch. "What took you so long?" Pitch asked forlornly.
"Sorry, I had a lot going on," Jack answered, giving him a winning smile before throwing his arms around him and resting his head against his chest.
It felt good to hold him this close, finally. Amidst his savoring of the muscular arms and chest under him, Jack suddenly noticed that Pitch was standing straight and tense.
"Jack?" he finally asked.
" . . . Pitch?"
" . . . What are you doing?"
Jack froze. "I'm . . . hugging you?"
"Why?"
Jack stood up and gave Pitch a confused look. "Be-because, I like you. That's what people that like each other do, they, you know, hug."
Pitch furrowed his brow. "That seems like a strange thing to do with someone you like."
Rolling his eyes, Jack reached out and grabbed Pitch's arms, wrapping them around himself. "Just try it." He then embraced Pitch again and leaned contently into him.
It took a second, but Pitch soon melted into the contact, even stroking Jack's arm a little bit. "See? It's nice, right?"
"Yes," Pitch admitted, holding him tighter for a moment.