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Growing Pains	By : Kylee_Phoenix Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 3193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or The Guardians of Childhood Series, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Jack and Jamie had been careful sneaking down the hall to the bathroom, but it was mostly unnecessary considering Sophie was in her own world at the moment, and she probably wouldn't have heard fireworks outside of her door.
            Jamie turned on the water, and thankfully it was still pretty hot from Sophie's shower. Jack leaned against the door casually, watching as Jamie began to strip down.
            Midway through, as Jamie began fiddling with the button on his jeans, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stand on end, and instantly looked back at Jack staring him down. There was that hungry look in his eyes again, and it unnerved him.

            "Pitch, good grief, tone it down," Jack chuckled. "You're creeping him out."
            Pitch raised an eyebrow.
            "You think your powers of seduction will be more persuasive? You've had all of, let's see, a day's practice under your belt?"
            Jack laughed.
            "That's the point, I'm supposed to be mostly innocent here. If you go all hungry like the wolf at him, of course he's going to be creeped out."
            Pitch seemed to be considering it, then he relented, nodding.
            "Fair enough, but if I see you start to flounder, I'll take it back over."
            Jack grinned.
            "Oh, I'll make sure he's having a good time."

            Jack's eyes softened, and he seemed casual, playful again. He bit his lip, and Jamie nearly melted into the floor.
            "I could get used to this," Jamie said breathlessly, tearing at the button on his jeans. This would be no slow striptease. He'd been waiting long enough, far too long. He wanted Jack, in the shower, hot water pouring over both of them, hands wandering, tongue seeking tongue. . .
            Before he became completely lost in that mental picture, he took one step further to make it a reality at last by dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, enjoying the open mouthed, bug-eyed expression on Jack's face as he took it all in.
            Jamie grinned.
            "I'll take that as a compliment."
            "Oh yes," Jack and Pitch said in unison from inside Jack's head as Jack spoke the words to Jamie in the already steamy bathroom.
            Jack and Pitch looked at each other, heads turning toward the other at the same time, eyes meeting, and small, conspiratorial smiles crept across their faces.
            The dynamic that was quickly evolving from their partnership was definitely amusing in a strange way, though the worry of losing himself and his ultimate purpose in all of this was a thought that flashed in and out of Jack's mind.
            As he felt the mounting tension between winter spirit and eternal darkness growing stronger by the second, he wondered where exactly the crushing wave of forbidden feelings had entered into him. There was a time, perhaps even mere seconds ago, when he'd felt disgusted by Pitch, but now. . .
            Time skipped forward abruptly, and Jack was suddenly pressed back into the couch underneath Pitch. They attacked each other's mouths with the ferocity of fighting dogs.
            "Jack?"
            He heard it in Pitch's voice and in Jamie's.
            In the next moment he found himself sitting on the couch again, wide-eyed and breathless, reaching absently for his lips.
            Pitch watched him hungrily, in a state of lustful consideration, but not yet venturing to initiate the lurid contact of Jack's vision.
            Jack closed his eyes, and he began to feel hot water pouring over him.
            When he opened them again, Jamie was standing in front of him.
            "Jack?"
            He smiled at Jamie.
            "Yeah, I'm here."
            Jamie peered into his eyes, and they looked different. Jack seemed distracted and overwhelmed, almost as if he might be preparing to pass out.
            "Is the temperature okay? You're not overheating are you?"
            Jack refocused. He was here, with Jamie, in the shower, his awareness of Pitch seeming to have vanished. There was a sick beast curling up in the pit of his stomach, waiting.
            "No, I'm fine."
            Jack smiled reassuringly, as his hand, seemingly independently of his singular control, reached down between Jamie's legs and began to fondle him.
            Jamie responded by reaching up to plant a tender, sensual kiss on Jack's lips, and Jack felt this while simultaneously registering Pitch's ghost-like lips crushing his own underneath them.
            Jack thought his head would explode with it all, straining to keep one or the other of them in focus, but he finally surrendered to the tenuous tango of three conscious beings tangled together in time and space.
            Jack pressed into Jamie, grinding his hips roughly against Jamie's, skin touching skin in a most delicious way. He felt Jamie's body respond to him, the touch translating to two lovers pleasuring Jamie at once, while Jack swam in the sensations from both Pitch and Jamie.
            Jamie veraciously devoured Jack, covering every bit of his body, inch by glorious inch, with his mouth and tongue. On one side of Jack, steaming hot drops of water pelted his body as Jamie worshiped him, and on the other Pitch was grabbing fistfuls of his hair and yanking his head back, biting his neck.
            Jack struggled against the gasps and moans threatening to spill out over his quivering lips. From Jamie he received pleasure, from Pitch pain. He tensed and his breath began to cut off in strained hisses.
            Jack and Jamie sensually petted each other, acclimating themselves to every new feeling, kissing and caressing until the hot water turned lukewarm, and while Jack felt sufficiently hot to Jamie's touch, neither of them felt the least bit cleaner.
            There was a brief respite for Jack, as he and Jamie wrapped themselves in towels, gathered their clothes, and moved back to the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, however, they were grabbing for each other wildly again, and the momentum of sexual excitation seemed barely slowed at all.
            "Jack, as charming as this blind, teenage pawing is, clearly some expertise is needed," Pitch interjected amusedly.
            Jack snapped back to the inside of his own head, looking down and realizing that he was also naked here. He blushed.
            "How did you-"
            "Just a thought and a snap of fingers. The finger snaps are just for show, though," he chuckled. "Always been partial to the theatrical. Now, sit."
            He pointed at the couch, and Jack followed his command before he thought to resist it.
            "Good boy."
            Pitch knelt before him on the floor in front of the couch, and Jack raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going. Pitch smirked, placing the tip of each index finger gingerly on the top of Jack's knees, as if pointing to his kneecaps.
            "Open."
            Jack parted his legs and drew in a nervous, uneven breath, suddenly entranced by Pitch's mouth as it slowly lowered into his lap. Pitch's lips stopped just above Jack's skin, and he smiled, his warm breath meeting cold flesh, causing currents of shivers to travel all over Jack's body.
            "Watch and learn, little boy," he whispered before taking Jack into his mouth.
            For the first ten seconds, Jack attempted to literally watch Pitch, but his head fell back in rapture shortly after.
            In Jamie's room, Jack had pushed him back onto the bed roughly. Jamie laughed as Jack slipped down his body, dragging fingers roughly through the trail of soft peach fuzz hair. His head went down between Jamie's legs, and mirth was quickly replaced with small moans.
            Within minutes Jamie was desperately clawing at the bed in an attempt to keep himself from vocalizing exactly how much pleasure he was experiencing, mirroring Jack's reaction to Pitch inside his head.
            Jack held back just a little longer. If he could keep himself from spilling everything into Pitch, the moment Jamie gave Jack everything he had, he'd use it to push Pitch away and force the fearlings out of him.
            He felt the moment approaching.
            Jamie squirmed and gasped and bucked against Jack's mouth, and in the final moments before his release, one true feeling in three words dominated his mind.
            I love you.
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