He dreamt of warm grey hands caressing him, drifting across his body. They wandered down to more sensitive areas, making the boy start to moan. He started to shift when the hands firmly gripped his rear end, one long finger even dipping into him ever so slightly, and it made him bite his lip to hold back a groan. When he suddenly felt lips on his neck sending a searing heat shooting through his body, Jack jerked awake with a gasp. It didn't take him long before he caught his breath, leaping off of the branch he had been sleeping on and riding the wind away. He understood exactly what that dream had been meant to be: a call.

The Nightmare King wandered through his shadowy lair, seemingly at perfect ease. Inside, though, he eagerly awaited the arrival of his little pet, the growing tent in his pants the only physical indication that he was thinking anything of the sort. Oh, how he loved to play his little dream games with the winter spirit. However, they did have their downsides. As much as he enjoyed teasing the boy to urge him to visit his lair, it left him in a rather uncomfortable state until he arrived.

As he started down some stairs, he found the steps were lightly frosted with snow. The shadowy man followed the trail of cold, nonchalantly, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from building up to a brisk walk, eager to reach what awaited at the end. When he turned a corner, he was startled to suddenly find his pathway blocked by a staff.

"That was cruel...even for you, Pitch."

Pitch turned to see the boy in the shadowed hallway leaning against the wall, hood over his head and leg bent up to rest his bare foot against the wall. The man smirked. "Oh, but Frost…where's the fun in just telling you to come?" he asked, fully aware of the double meaning his words could have.

Jack turned to glare at him, finally meeting his golden eyes. "I had over an hour's journey to get here. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable and distracting it is to fly with this?" He stood up, his propped leg returning to the ground and revealing his uncomfortable state.

"You had the choice to not come if you had so wished to spare yourself the uncomfortable journey." Pitch's eyes almost couldn't tear away from the protruding site. He had to force himself to look up into Jack's gaze.

"You know as well as I that there was no way I could do that." His glare softened, his body beginning to react to the heat in Pitch's look.

"Then you should stop complaining, and perhaps I might be able to assist you with your…problem."

Jack shrugged. "Eh…maybe." He twirled his staff in his hand. "You know, Pitch, for being the Boogeyman and all that, you sure don't pay much attention to the shadows around you. You nearly walked right by me." He stepped close to the towering man, firmly cupping the growing mound in his pants. Pitch froze at the touch, nearly letting out a groan then and there. "Could it be that you were distracted by your own 'problem'?" With a grin, he darted back into the shadows, yanking off his hoodie. "Perhaps I'm the one who should be helping you."

Pitch followed after him with a growl, pulling off his own clothing. "Frost!" He immediately caught the spirit, pinning him to the wall with a deep kiss. Jack made no move to resist. He instead pulled his body closer to him, running his hands all over the bare grey skin.

No matter how many times they had been together, Jack could never get enough of the warmth that flooded his senses with every kiss and touch. His hand wandered down to wrap around the rather large erection pushing into his stomach. He broke their kiss, trailing his mouth down to Pitch's neck. "Well, it looks like somebody's sure excited…" he chuckled breathlessly, as the man moaned and gripped his hips harder.

Jack's trousers were nearly torn off in Pitch's eagerness to see him completely bare. He immediately took delight at the sight of Jack's own erection pointing straight at him. "It seems you are too." His hand stroked the length, playing with him until Jack was breathing heavily and gripping him tightly.

"Piiiiittcchhhh…" The spirit moaned. "Do it…"

His tongue ran across his lips with a grin. "Always the impatient little boy, aren't you, Jack?" He lowered himself down to his knees, his warm breath washing over Jack's stomach. "I don't think I'm quite ready to fuck you yet..." Without another word he took his entire length in his mouth, his tongue teasing him up and down. Jack gave a particularly load moan, his hands having nothing to do but bury themselves into Pitch's dark hair. One of Pitch's fingers slipped deep into Jack, making him moan again, and it stayed there even after Pitch's mouth started to move back up to Jack's neck.

After receiving a bite that made him cry out, Jack's arms wrapped firmly around Pitch's neck, holding him there, as he whispered huskily in his ear, "Fuck me, Pitch…" Unable to resist a request like that in such an arousing voice, Pitch used both of his hands to hold the spirit's legs up, draping them over his arms. Jack felt oddly empty until Pitch pushed deep inside of him, sending a blue flush to Jack's cheeks and making both of them moan. Pitch continued thrusting into him, as the winter spirit's hips rolled forward to meet his thrusts, soon making them both cry out in unison.

Pitch grinned. "And to think this all started with a simple case of blackmail." Jack couldn't help the soft moan that escaped his throat, but he couldn't stop the small smile either. The two stayed where they were for a few moments, gasping for breath, until they finally separated. They gathered their discarded clothing and decided to move to a more comfortable room.

A long while later, after they had both sated their lust, Jack slowly pulled on his clothes, preparing to leave. "So when do you think we'll be doing this again? I'd rather not have a repeat of today's uncomfortable journey."

The Nightmare King didn't move from his chair where he sipped on a drink. "Who knows? I'll send another message when it's time."

"What if I just stayed here for a bit? I mean, it's summer for most of the world, so I have nothing to do for a while. Then if you change your mind, I'll already be here." He didn't dare to be too hopeful for a positive response.

"Absolutely not, Frost. You staying here would imply we're in a…a relationship." He couldn't hold back a small chuckle at the word.

Jack frowned, turning away to hide his disappointment. There it is again. As soon as the clothes come back on, I'm only 'Frost' to him… He gave a half-hearted laugh. "Yeah. What was I thinking?" He quickly yanked his hoody back on and picked up his staff, leaving behind the shadowy lair of the Boogeyman. He looked up at the moonlit night sky, flying back to his pond and curling into a ball on the frozen surface. He curled his arms around himself, unable to stop himself from remembering how Pitch's arms had been doing the same thing a mere hour ago. He gave a sad sigh. Why did I fall in love with him?