"I'm beating you old man!" Jack shouted at Pitch who was a ways behind him. "I thought you said you were fast!" He looked back, but Pitch was no longer there. He suddenly ran into something; it was Pitch. "What?!"
"I told you I was fast." The Nightmare King snickered and threw Jack up into the air, but before he could catch him Jack took off riding his staff like a surfboard.
"Well Boogeyman, you gonna surf or what?" Pitch gave him an 'are you kidding me' look. "Well if you can't do it, you can't do it." Jack giggled mischievously, knowing Pitch couldn't back down now.
"Fine, if it'll prove to you that you're not as amazing as you think you are." He made a surfboard out of nightmaresand and took off with Jack.
The young guardian laughed happily. He grabbed his staff and jumped onto Pitch's surfboard. It became unbalanced and the two fell hard on a skyscraper. Jack landed on top of the man; they were both laying still in slight shock at how hard they landed. The Boogeyman tried to hide his smile while he coughed. "What made you think that would be a good idea?"
"Nothing, it just sounded like a fun idea!" The snow spirit exclaimed.
"Really?" Pitch said dryly with an annoyed expression. The frost elf nodded gleefully. Pitch rested a hand on each side of Jack's face; he caressed the boy's pale cheeks. "Naughty, naughty." Jack wasn't sure what Pitch meant, until the caress turned into hard pinching.
"Ow, ow! No, don't!" Jack tried to pull away, but Pitch simply sat up with him. "Ow, my face isn't supposed to stretch that way! Ow, let go!" With a smirk, he finally let go. Jack rubbed his face, pouting. "That was mean."
"Yes, but the way you cringe is just too cute." Jack stuck out his tongue. "Hey, causing us to fall on a skyscraper isn't nice." The guardian punched him hard in the arm. "Alright, alright, I deserved that."
Jack pushed him back down, cuddled up beside him, and stared up at the stars. After a few minutes, he found himself yawning. "Pitch, I wanna go home." Jack said without realizing the fact he had just called Pitch's lair, home.
"What did you say?" Pitch asked, surprised.
"Nothing! I wasn't thinking! I didn't mean-" Pitch put a finger to Jack's lips.
"It's your home too, you're over all the time anyway." Jack just smiled, not sure what to say. The Nightmare King grabbed Jack's hand. "Alright, let's go home." Pitch forced Jack onto a nightmare and they headed back towards the lair.
The two laid down in bed; Pitch tried hard to keep Jack awake, but barely had time to kiss him before he was asleep. Pitch rolled his eyes, but laughed as well. He kissed the boy on the forehead and picked up his new book.
The young guardian woke up a couple of hours later, and by then Pitch was halfway through it. Jack rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Are you still reading that scary book?"
The Boogeyman chuckled. "No, this is a new one. It's not as horrifying as the last." The title read: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.
Jack nodded in approval and the Nightmare King returned to the novel. The boy rested his head on Pitch's lap and laid still until a thought came into his head. "Pitch," Jack called. The man looked down at him. "If you're the boogeyman and you hide under beds, what hides under your bed?"
Pitch pretended to consider this. "I don't know. Why don't you look under it and find out." Jack couldn't resist the curiosity eating at his brain. He lifted up the comforter and looked underneath; it was devoid of anything.
"There's nothing there." As soon as he finished speaking, the head of a nightmare popped out and whinnied loud in his face. With a scream Jack jumped back to the safety of Pitch's lap. The frost elf trembled as Pitch laughed hysterically.
"You make this too easy, Frost." He giggled. Jack scowled, annoyed that Pitch enjoyed scaring him. Let's see how you like it, the guardian thought. Pitch's laughter stopped when he felt Jack's chest heaving against his own. "Jack?" Now that it was quiet in the room, he could hear how fast the frost elf was breathing. "What's wrong?" He was beginning to get worried.
"Pitch-I-can't-breath," he said between breaths. The snow spirit grabbed his chest for emphasis. "It hurts."
The Nightmare King was now far past worry; he was distraught. "Calm down, Jack." He placed the boy's back against his stomach. "Just breathe with me." Pitch took deep breaths hoping Jack would mimic him. "Come on, don't pass out. Just breathe with me." Jack's breathing quickened, his eyes closed, and his body went limp in Pitch's arms.
"Shit!" Pitch shouted. He ran out of the room to grab a glass of water, in hopes if he splashed it on the boy's face that he might wake up. He ran back into the bedroom to see Jack sitting up in bed, smiling. "What?" Pitch asked in confusion.
"How's it feel to be scared?" The small guardian chuckled. If looks could kill, Jack would've died fifty times in the past two seconds. "Don't give me that look, you've scared me millions of times!"
Pitch was suddenly on top of him, pinning him to the bed. "You scared me to death! I thought you were hurt!"
"Sheesh, don't get so mad. You always scare me to death." The frost elf pointed out.
"That's different! I simply pop out and scare you, I don't make you think that I am wounded!" Pitch was livid, and since the man was much stronger and had him pinned down, Jack found it in his best interest to apologize.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." The boy said. Pitch still didn't look satisfied. "C'mon, it was just a joke! Honestly, I should get an award for scaring the King of Nightmares. That's like almost impossible." The boogeyman continued to glare. "I'm not helping myself am I?"
"Not in the slightest." Pitch was about to punish him, when he saw the blue bracelet on his wrist. This boy loved him enough to hand make him a gift, and although he was infuriating sometimes, Pitch still loved him. With a sigh, Pitch let go of Jack and stood up.
The snow spirit seemed confused. "Wait, you're not gonna punish me?"
Pitch laughed. "Do you want me to?" At a loss for words, Jack violently shook his head. The man giggled again. "I thought not. I'm going to take a bath, care to join me?"
Jack smiled and flew beside Pitch. "Okay, so long as you put bubble bath in it."
"Why are you so obsessed with bubble bath?" Pitch giggled.
"Because it wasn't around when I was alive, so now I'm making up for it."
The Nightmare King shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough." A few minutes later the two were in a extremely hot and bubbly bath. Jack was curled up in Pitch's side, partially laying on his chest. "God, this is hot."
"Then why didn't you make it colder?" The boy asked.
"Because you're a frost elf, you're already cooling the water down." Pitch kissed Jack's cold forehead. "Before I know it, the water's going to be freezing."
"That's not my fault! I can't help it!" Jack smirked and wrapped his arms around Pitch's neck. "So Thanksgiving's next week. What're you thankful for?"
"Children with pantophobia." Pitch grinned while Jack gave him a confused look. The Boogeyman rolled his eyes and laughed. "Did you ever watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Special?" Jack nodded. "Do you remember what Lucy said?"
"Oh yeah, she said it was the fear of everything- you're horrible!" He laughed and punched the man in the chest. "Are you thankful for anything that isn't awful?" Pitch nodded, and the frost elf looked a little surprised. "Really, what?"
"You." He smiled and held the snow spirit tightly to his chest. He kissed Jack's neck and lips. "I am very thankful for you." He flashed the bracelet on his right wrist that Jack made him.
"Oh, you didn't take it off." The Guardian noticed.
"I never do." Jack leaned in, and kissed him. Pitch's tongue made Jack's mouth feel extremely warm.
"Pitch! Jack!" An Australian accent screamed. Jack jumped and pulled away.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Pitch shouted, extremely annoyed.
"Dude, why'd you shout that?!" Jack whispered. "Now he knows where you are, and I gotta hide!"
"Because he would freak out if he saw me in here with you."
"Let him 'freak out' then," the Nightmare King smirked.
"See that's why I make a better friend than you." With that, Jack took a deep breath and hid under the water.
As soon as he was submerged, Bunny came to the doorway. "Pitch, where's J- whoa, okay!" He said, quickly looking away from the boogeyman laying in the bathtub.
"This is what happens when you come into my home without an invitation." Pitch explained.
"Ugh, whatever, mate." Bunnymund replied, still looking off to the side. "Where's Jack?"
"He's not here."
"Course he is, he's not anywhere else." Bunny pointed out. "I need ta talk to him."
"Well, I don't know where he is." Pitch said. Jack started to feel his lungs hurt, and realized he was running out of air quick. Why hasn't Pitch gotten rid of Bunny yet? he thought. He had to let Pitch know he needed air. Pitch was in the middle of a sentence when Jack pinched his leg.
The man jumped in surprise, causing some water to run over the sides of the tub. Bunnymund looked back over at him. "You alright, mate?" He said, not really caring, just curious.
"F-fine." Pitch replied. "Why don't you go check out the North Pole?" Pitch suggested, getting Jack's hint.
"I've already been there." Jack's lungs couldn't take anymore abuse. He popped out from under the water and took a deep breath before coughing a few times.
He pushed his limp bangs out of his eyes and smiled casually. "Hi Bunny."
"Oh crikey!" Bunnymund hopped away, looking as if he would throw up.
"Oh, wait!" Jack grabbed a long gray bathrobe, and turned to Pitch. "Seriously, get another color!" He said before running after Bunny. He found him in the next room, looking disgusted. "What're you doing?"
The boy looked at him curiously. "Why?"
"Because Rabbits can't throw up!"
"So we were in a bath together, it's not like anything weird was going on." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Ugh, I'm never gonna un-see that." He shook his head a little before turning back to Jack. "Look, unless you want to tell everyone your little secret, I suggest you two be more careful."
"What do you mean?" The confused frost elf asked.
"I saw you two flying around last night, as clear as day! If you wanna keep your relationship a secret, then you gotta be more careful." Bunnymund warned.
Jack looked a little worried. "Yeesh, thanks for letting me know. We'll be more careful."
"Alright then, I'm gonna hop out. See ya later, mate." He thumped his foot on the ground.
"See ya, cottontail." And with that Bunny disappeared. Jack walked back into the bathroom and slipped back into the tub.
"And to think it was just starting to get warm too," Pitch teased. "What did the rabbit have to say?"
"He just wanted to warn me that he saw us last night. We gotta be more careful."
"Alright," Pitch said.
Later on they were back outside and flying around, forgetting Bunnymund's warning. They shouted to each other as they rode through the night. Eventually Pitch managed to catch Jack when he landed on a rooftop. "I told you I'd catch you."
"Pfft, I let you." Jack assured, trying to get his wrist out of Pitch's grip. They continued to talk rather loudly, and a few houses down someone heard them.
It was Babytooth. She looked out the window to see Jack talking to someone who was too far into the shadows for her to see. Smiling, she flew towards Jack, unaware of what she would find.