A/N: Couple of quick headcanons I have for this so y'all will understand.
First, I think the modern cameras (still and video) can record the Guardians and other spirits. Keep in mind, this is AU.
Second, spirits can easily affect things in the material world, they just can't be seen by the naked eye. But with a camera... See where I'm going with this? ^_~
And he slipped free of Pitch's grasp again. Only, unlike the last few times, Pitch only let him reach the roof of a highrise where lots of people were dancing, talking, and drinking around a large, shallow pool.
Jack had just enough time to land and catch his breath when Pitch was on him again. This time simply wrapping his arms around the frost spirit, pinning Jack's arms to his sides and holding him tightly against his own body. He nuzzled his face against Jack's swan pale neck, kissed it gently, and grinned.
"Enjoying this, are we?"
"Mm not on your life," Jack muttered as his body twitched in an effort to escape.
Pitch chuckled and held the boy tighter. "This right here seems to disagree," he replied accompanied by a light tap on the tip of Jack's clothed penis. He tightened his grip as the younger spirit jerked and squeaked at the touch. "Did you just...squeak, Jack?"
Jack blushed blue shaking his head violently. "No!"
Pitch raised a thin, almost non-existent eyebrow. "Really? Are you sure?" He asked, one of his hands gently sliding down Jack's chest to his hip. "Then what would you call this sound?" And suddenly his hand was there, squeezing, and kneading and, "Oh god. Pitch!"
Damn him. Damn him. Damn him. God Jack loved him.
"We're...unh...in public!" the poor spirit gasped out.
Pitch looked up and took in the numerous people dressed in stylish clothing, the wet bar located by the roof wall on the right, and the few people willing to strip down and take a dip in the shallow pool. "No, not really. I'd say we're more on the sidelines. Wallflowers, if you will. Besides, we are invisible to adults, you know. It's not as if they could see us anyway."
Pitch sighed. "Ah, very well. I suppose we could take this elsewhere." Jack let his body relax in relief. "Over there would be nice. I've always wanted to do you against a table."
Before Jack could protest further, he was suddenly surrounded by shadows and then people. Lots of people. And glass cups. "Wha...?" And then he was roughly spun around, pressed against the bar, and kissed. His heart stuttered and it became difficult to breathe. He struggled against his lover's solid body, his cheeks almost glowing a pale blue.
When Pitch finally saw fit to break to kiss, Jack gasped for air as Pitch slid a leg between his and pressed against his erection. Icy fingers clutched at Pitch's back as he felt lips brush his ear, his nose gently pushing Jack's hood down. "I'd say this was a nice spot, yes? It's certainly a fine view. Wouldn't you say, Jack?"
"Auh!" Jack's fingers tightened as Pitch pushed his leg harder against his member. "S-stop. The...hah...they'll see."
Pitch tilted his head. "They'll see?" Jack jerked his head in an abrupt nod. "Well, we certainly can't have that, now can we? Especially considering the state you're in." Jack whimpered as finger slipped under his hoodie and brushed against bare skin. "You're much too clothed for people to enjoy the show."
And then the ties holding his pants were suddenly loosened and his pants pulled down so he was bare from the waist down. But Pitch's hands were still wrapped around his back pinning his upper arms to his sides. How did...how...oh...oh god...
Blue eyes widened as a single, slender shadow lifted up into his vision, bowed cheekily, then slunk back down to caress his legs. Jack gulped, watching the people pass across his sight behind Pitch. Some stopped to talk, others stepped up to the bar to refill their drinks. And no one noticed the tall, dark Nightmare King pinning the infamous Jack Frost against the very same bar and fondling him with shadow tentacles!
Jack's eyelids dropped closed as his cheeks froze a dark blue. His body shook as he felt the feather light brush of the shadows (since when were there more?!) against his thighs. Pitch smiled against his throat.
"Enjoying yourself?" Jack whimpered. "I'll stop if you want me to."
Jack blinked as all the sensations vanished leaving only him and Pitch. He could stop it. He had the choice. They were in public. People didn't have...sex...in public. You just didn't do it.
But...everyone here was an adult. They couldn't see either of them. They didn't know the two were even there. And it was kinda...fun. In a twisted sort of way.
"No. I...I want..." What did he want? "I want to do this. Please."
Pitch leaned back to meet Jack's eyes and smiled. "Really? You want this? Pray tell, what is 'this'?"
No. No. Oh god, no. "Pitch."
"I'm honestly curious. What 'this' do you want? Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want the shadows to play with you? Please, my dear boy, you must be more specific."
Jack could barely believe his ears. Pitch was standing, innocent as you please, and practically telling him he had to say out loud what he wanted. But...Jack was never very good at dirty talk. He gulped.
Pitch's smile morphed into a smirk. "Oh dear. No opinion? Very well. Then I shall do with you as I please."
After that, there wasn't much Jack could say. Not that he had much of a chance to between Pitch kissing him and the overwhelming sensations between his legs.
Pitch's hands were everywhere, caressing and fondling Jack's body until his skin was tingling. His lips attacked Jack's in long, deep, possessive kisses. His tongue danced around Jack's, teasing and exploratory. And those shadows did everything they could to Jack's lower body to thoroughly drive him crazy.
And then something slipped inside. It was soft, almost like liquid, and warm and smooth. It pushed in and pulled out, pushed in and pulled out, going deeped with each push until Jack was a complete mess and trying desperately to fuck himself on the shadow.
And then it stopped deep inside his body and expanded, pressing against all sides. Jack cried out and squirmed. It felt good, too good. His hands grasped at everything within reach. Pitch caught his left hand in his and held it still.
"Jack," he said. Jack shuddered. "Jack." The boy managed to open his eyes and watched as Pitch tilted his head and proceeded to lick Jack's captive hand until it was practically dripping with saliva. Normally, just the thought of doing something like that was disgusting. But now...it was incredibly sexy.
Jack's eyes fluttered as his hand was lowered so it pressed against Pitch's hardened cock.
"Feel that, Jack?" Jack nodded shakily. "That's going to be pounding into you in front of all these people. I'm going to make you scream my name loud enough for even them to hear you. I'll pound you so hard the bar will shake. I'm going to push you the edge and watch you come in front of everyone. And I'll make you love it."
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe? What is breathe? What is air? What is...that!
Pitch was large, and hard as he pushed in to Jack's body. Jack's body clenched and arched against the intrusion from something that was much more substantial and filling then a shadow ever could. His hands scrambled to clutch Pitch's hair, his arms, even the bar Jack currently leaned against. Anything to give him leverage as Pitch began thrusting.
He tried holding back his cries, but Pitch knew how to make him scream. A well aimed thrust, and sucking bite on his neck and a soft shadow teasing his throbbing cock and Jack was nothing but putty. Moaning, screaming, crying, happy putty.
"Are you sure you saw them?" a man in a suit asked, walking up to the bar next to the rutting couple and looking at it like it was going to bite him.
"Yeah, they're still there now," came a faint voice over the earphone in Suit's ear. "Geez, they're going at it like rabbits! They're right next to you."
Suit looked to his right and left. Nothing but a young woman sipping her martini and the barista currently cleaning a dirty cup. The man ran a hand through his closely cut blonde hair in confusion. There wasn't anything here. But he'd seen the security video. There were two guys fucking each other, right here! But...there wasn't anyone here.
"Excuse me, sir," he asked the barista, who looked up. "This may sound awkward, but have you seen any..." Suit waved his hand vaguely, his face flushed in embarrassment, "people going at it, recently?"
The barista, a young man with long brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, shrugged. "No sir. There was a couple here a little while ago. Man and woman. Kissing, well actually making out, but you know." He shrugged. "None of my business. Although I can say they were a little too drunk to be going far tonight."
"Good god! The kid's flexible!" Suit flushed as his buddy continued to give a running commentary on the invisible fucking couple.
"No...erm, no young men?" Suit asked.
The barista shrugged. "No, why?"
Suit ran a hand over his face in frustration. "Nothing. Couple exhibistionists, that's all."
The barista smiling knowingly. "Yeah, well. It is a rather crazy party. The bar's been shaking since they turned up the bass. Good luck finding 'em, sir."
Suit sighed. "Yeah, thanks. Oh, and could you save a whiskey for me? I'm gunna need it later."
"Sure," the barista chuckled as Suit reached over and shook his hand.
Jack shuddered as Pitch brought him closer and closer. He'd already come once, but Pitch had yet to come. He was currently teetering on the brink of his second orgasm when a hand suddenly reached through him. He shuddered and screamed coming again. Pitch tightened his grip and judging from his groans and the heat spilling into him, he was coming too.
He took a deep breath as his body finally relaxed.
"My god. That was some pretty heated fucking. I wouldn't mind tapping that, myself."
Jack's eyes flew open searching for the source of the voice. He blinked when saw a man in a suit standing right next to him with an incredible blush on his face and a hand covering his eyes.
"Al," Suit said, his voice shaking from both frustration and probably embarrassment, "I'm telling you, there's no one here."
"And I'm tellin' ya there is!" Came the voice through the earpiece. "They were fucking each other silly. You saw the video. For god's sakes, the boy's lookin' right at you!"
Jack's cheeks flushed dark blue. They saw. They saw! But...but how... They weren't children (Thank god!) and they didn't believe in them, so how...
"Good show, Jack."
Jack immediately turned his attention to Pitch who was grinning slyly. "I always knew you were passionate, but to help a human get off, too..." He whistled. "Impressive."
Jack felt the first shivers of fear creep up his spine. "What do you mean?"
Pitch tilted his head again. "Didn't you know?" He stared at Jack curiously before realization dawned and he laughed. "Oh Jack. Human adults can't see us, but their technology most certainly can."
"What do you mean?"
"Modern cameras can take photographs of us. Video cameras can take videos of us. Belief has nothing to do with them. They record what is there nothing else. In other words, they see us. And I just screwed you into the counter, at a bar, at a party, with famous people and alcohol. Of course there would be a security camera by the bar in case something unseemly happens. Like two people suddenly appearing and having public sex."
Jack blanched, his hands covering his mouth in shock.
Pitch smiled and leaned close so his teeth nipped Jack's ear before whispering, "Don't be scared. They can't stop us or do anything to us. We're invisible to the naked eye. Intangible. But to the person watching that video, we are very visible. Audible, too, I hope. Either way, I can tell you for a fact that the security guard who watched me fuck you into oblivion was jerking himself off to you. You, Jack. Not me. You."
Tears of embarrassment began to pool in the frost spirit's eyes. "Now, now, don't cry," Pitch murmured, brushing away the tears. "I did promise you, didn't I? That I would make you scream my name loud enough for even the deaf to hear. I said I'd pound you so hard the bar would shake. I said I'd push you the edge and watch you come in front of everyone. And I promised I'd make you love it."
Jack couldn't decide whether he wanted to cry from shame or beg for Pitch to do him again, in front of the camera and make the human on the other end come again. Pitch grinned.
"Care for another round?" Jack blinked stupidly a moment before nodding,his face returning to a dark shade of blue. Pitch smirked. "Then hold on tight. I plan on doing you until this party is over. And they tend to last hours. And if you're good, I may just let you spy on the human watching us, hmm? Sound fair?"
Smiling, he thrust deep into Jack ripping a cry from his lips and the pale boy arched his back beautifully. "Remember, Jack. They're watching. Give a show."
And they began again.