Accidentally in love (mxm)

Chapter 20

Jack gave a soft moan as he rolled over, slowly beginning to wake up from the deepest sleep he could ever remember having. He felt warm, comfortable and confused, until his mind was overcome by last night's nightmare. He had dreamt that he had had sex with Pitch Black. And it had been disturbingly amazing. What was wrong with him? That was truly messed up... Was he really so horny he dreamt about people like Pitch Black now...? And the worst part was that his sleep clouded mind was still enjoying it to the point that he was aroused. Seriously? A wet dream with Pitch Black was what he would be jerking off to that morning?
Well, it was probably no worse than that one time when he had dreamt with Bunny... Ugh.

Groggily, Jack opened his eyes, looking at a window that led out into a beautiful garden. Wait a minute...

With a gasp, Jack realized he was naked as he sat up abruptly on the couch, turning over to look behind him. It was Pitch Black! And he was sleeping. Naked.
Frantically, Jack looked around for his staff which he found leaning against a wall, but before he managed to jump up and grab it, he was overcome by a thousand hazy memories that made his head feel as if it were about to explode.

The fight with Black. Getting hit by the love potion. Kissing Pitch Black; Jack almost screamed at the memory. How could he have done that?! What had he been thinking?!
He gasped quietly in horror as he remembered himself trying to seduce Black in that arctic cave of his. What had he been thinking?!
His mind kept on presenting him with worse and worse memories, until eventually he stumbled up from the couch, got dressed, grabbed his staff, and ran outside the hut in a silent panic, praying that Black wouldn't wake up.
How could he have done and said all those utterly humiliating things? And with Pitch Black of all people! What had he been thinking?!
It was so humiliating he could feel his usually freezing face heating up. The memory of the things he had done last night made him want to jump in front of a train. What had he been thinking?!

Apparently, love potions did not only make people fall in love, they also made it impossible for them to actually form a coherent thought. The past three days were like a messy dream in which he had simply done things without thinking about them, or the consequence his actions held. He hadn't cared about any of it, and his mind had been such a jumbled mess he hadn't been able to tell apart reality from fantasy; like those sex dreams in which he mindlessly gave in to his desires, incapable of acting otherwise.

Luckily, the wind had compassion with him and swiftly carried him away from the horrible island, to the safety of his dilapidated hut on the icy plains of the Antarctica.

~*~

From the window, Pitch watched as the wind carried Jack Frost away. Though the temperature in the room was a lot warmer now that Frost was gone, Pitch felt an unusual chill spreading through his body. Though he was used to being alone – having been alone his entire life – he had never felt lonelier than in that moment. His hut was deadly silent, and felt desolate and empty all of a sudden.

How had he spent his entire life like this?
And how was he supposed to go on, knowing what life could truly be like?
How would he ever get over the past three days?
Three days; a moment so unspeakably short in his eternally long life, yet they threatened to define his entire future. How could three days change the course of his entire life?

Earlier when he had felt the boy waking up next to him, he had secretly hoped that he would stay, despite the potion having worn off. That his feelings were somehow true underneath the effect of the curse, but clearly that wasn't the case. He had seen the panic and horror on his face as he ran out; it had felt as if someone were twisting a knife in his gut.

As he slowly sagged back down on the couch which was still cold where Jack had been lying moments earlier, he realized the Guardians had ultimately won. They had defeated him unintentionally, and the worst part was that he couldn't even get himself to care. He didn't care that all his meticulous planning had been in vain; he didn't care that he was missing the opportunity of a century. He didn't care that he was about to lose all control.
All he cared about was that Jack had left him.