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They were stuck in the tightest closet to have possibly existed.
One minute they were fighting, chasing each other around the workshop, as usual when Jack had found the great idea to turn their little chase into a game of hide and seek. Sneakily sinking into the shadows of the long columns and rafters, waiting to strike the incredibly hot-headed rabbit on the tail with a nip of ice.
Well… Bunny had caught on after the fifth time, and started waiting for him around the corner, trying to swipe him down onto the ground. So, he’d taken a more tactful approach. Cupboards, wardrobes, he’d hide in anything with a door and easy to strike locations. Including the closet.
Jack huffed, shifting foot to foot. Bristling as a breath of hot air brisks the skin of his neck.
So Bunny had found him peeking out the closet door, and might have been really angry by then about his chilly tail. And maybe he had stormed in, shoving Jack (who was naively grinning right at him) into the cramped room. And then perhaps the heavy, oak door of the closet may have swung shut behind them, forcing Bunny right against his chest.
And possibly they may have gotten stuck there— in a cramped closet hidden within the corner of the world’s busiest workshop.
He looks up, watching tensely. Bunny, attempting to create as much distance as possible, has braced himself either side of Jack with his elbows. They'd squirmed about enough for both of them to be able to peek out the small window (which was more like a slice in the wood) near the top of the door. Of course Jack had to nearly clamber up Bunny to even get a look, but it was worth the small chance to shout for help. Even if there was no one within earshot to even do so. At least he was trying to escape. For the past thirty minutes Bunny had been gazing silently out the slither of light to the outside world, his jaw tensed and brows furrowed into a frown. He’s refusing to even look at him, even as Jack persists, gazing up at him curiously. Just shifting occasionally when their bodies get too close.
It had taken only a few minutes for Bunny’s tirades of complaints about Jack being too cold, too nimble and too wriggly to die out. Going rigid and quiet, forcing Jack to subsequently subside his taunts and leers when he stopped responding.
He wriggles about, growing uncomfortable with the heat emanating off of the other; being that he is pressed against his chest. With the chill of his own body, the air mixes making the room humid and warm. Jack shifts up the wall, taking in a shallow gasp. His throat clicks wetly when he swallows, inevitably sinking down the wall and back against Bunny.
Who, after a flutter of blinks, seems to tense up entirely, pounding against the door.
”North!” He yells over the bangs, “Get here now!”
Jack looks up at him, completely confused at the income of sudden stress. Bunny’s eyes dart about despairingly. He quickly searches for some escape before landing upon Jack. His expression unsubtly shifts into an awkward smile, looking down at him. He tries to shift away from him on instinct.
“So, Jack,” He starts sheepishly, “We might have a bit of a problem.”
“Uh huh?”
Bunny nods anxiously, seemingly trying to seem at ease with the current situation. Whatever it was.
“So, y’know… I did explain the thing about Easter, right? New life and all.” He laughs breathlessly. Waiting for Jack’s little nod of understanding before he continues, “Well, life, fertility. They're not too far off. And when it comes to magic and belief, it has a funny way of showing itself…”
Jack’s brows twist as his confusion deepens. He glances across Bunny’s face.
“What’s this got to do with—?”
As he speaks, his legs shift. Something hard and hot presses against his thigh. Jack’s face heats up in realisation. His eyes dart back up to Bunny’s, wide and distraught. Bunny just shrugs, grinning.
”Bunny— you! What the hell!”
”Look mate, It’s a natural reaction.”
“To what?!”
Jack worms about, trying to dodge the thing pressed against his legs. Scrambling up with his crook to crawl away. Though he fails, losing his grip, listening to it clang as it tumbles down a wall.
”To you!” Bunny hisses. Trying to get a grasp on him, he pulls him down tight by the hips and keeps him in place. Jack feels himself growing more flushed by the second, eyes glued down to the space between them. “Your wiggling, more like.”
He has the audacity to sigh, as if his erect dick wasn’t wedged between Jack’s thighs at that moment.
“I’m a virile, fertility spirit, you’re an immortal, emotional teenager.” He shrugs casually, “I’m sure you understand.”
He must be entirely pink by now. Jack’s frown strengths as he glares sharply at Bunny, backing himself against the wall to the best of his abilities. The insinuation of his idea makes his face grow hot, feeling more sensitive.
“No.” He grits his teeth, “I don’t.”
But Bunny looks entirely unconvinced. The weight of his gaze makes Jack turn his head. Almost petulant, as if the situation is too undignified for his being.
He feels his eyes study him carefully, trying to keep a stern face as Bunny’s eyes travel down the column of his neck, then up again. His green eyes widening in amusement.
“You’re a virgin?” It finally dawns.
Jack, now feverish, struggles. His breathing becomes shaky as his frost attempts to counter the heat sinking deep into his skin. His typically slow heart picking up from its usual lethargic beating. His eyes scatter to anywhere but Bunny’s, like a fox caught in a trap.
“No way.” Bunny laughs in disbelief, “Are you actually?”
The noise spins his humiliation into sharp anger. The sudden glare he receives surprises Bunny, who, still stuck in amused shock, raises his brows at the reaction.
With the imbalance feeling unfairly tipped towards his side, he tries to level himself. Spitefully, spitting back at him, “Just cause’ I’m not a pest like you—“
“What? I’m just asking.”
“Wow. Thanks Cottontail!” Jack smiles sardonically, “But I don’t think now is the time to be talking about sex when yours is pushed right against me!” His voice quickly turning into a hushed growl.
Jack edges closer. He watches as Bunny’s eyes shoot up at the slightest stimulation.
“Jack. Don’t shout at me.” Bunny squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head up towards the ceiling.
“I think it goes right to my dick.”
“Bunny!” He strains demandingly. He rolls his eyes in exasperation looking up at the other again. “Is there anything that doesn’t go to that thing?”
Bunny appears to genuinely concentrate on that. Squinting his eyes as he lets his head hang loose to search for an answer. Jack sighs and taps the wall, waiting for a reply.
He’s not sure he can survive a minute longer with all the Bunny-like senses overwhelming him over him. Y’know, of earth and sun and warm grass; soft fur, softer paws; the lingering smell of chocolate. Things Jack, who prefers rough, scentless and cold, usually strays away from.
He swears Bunny’s dick gets harder when it twitches against his thigh.
He takes a deep breath before looking back up at the sprite.
“Uh. I really did try, but you’re right here so…,” He trails off, looking a little nonplussed.
Jack wildly searches between his eyes, “So what?”
“So I kinda just thought about fuckin’ ya instead. Sorry.”
Dumb-founded wouldn’t even scratch how Jack felt in the moment. His mouth gaped as he looked Bunny up and down, trying to guess if this was part of some big joke he was playing on him. But he seemed undoubtedly serious.
He growls warningly, trying to brave a menacing expression as he looks up at him.
“Bunny. I’m going to freeze your dick off if you don’t get it off of me right now.”
“I told you mate, shouting is not doing the trick.”
Exasperated, he chokes, taking to looking off to the side in refute again.
Bunny glances at him before rolling his eyes. His hips shift a little, forcing Jack to yelp as he’s rutted against the wall. Helplessly gazing up at Bunny as he scrambles for purchase. A small noise comes out, and Jack is quick to realise, looking into those green eyes, that it came from him. For a winter spirit, at the moment, he’s feeling pretty warm. Almost room-temperature.
Bunny seems equally as surprised. He moves his knee up a bit, forcing Jack, who is currently entangled around his waist to shift up. And to his own surprise that strange noise in his throat appears again. The curiosity crossing Bunny’s eyes quickly turns to a pleasantly amused smile. He whistles tauntingly as Jack takes care to avoid his eyes, biting his lip tight.
“Jack?” He sings, tilting his head to try and meet his eyes.
In an effort to try and keep some of his dignity intact, he closes his eyes, burying them shut. Agonised with the heat travelling down his body, Jack bangs his head against the back wall with a sigh.
“I’m gonna freeze North to death when we get out of here.” He mutters under his breath.
Jack feels the rumble in his chest as Bunny laughs smugly, looking down at him, “Don’t blame him Frosty, I tend to have this effect on people.”
This time, when he looks back at him, he’s more so stupified at his persisting arrogance. He knew Bunny had a big head, but surely not that big. He’s acting like it wasn’t his dick pressing against Jack’s ass right now.
At the realisation, Jack’s shock simmers down. His sly, impish smile flirts naturally on his face as he innocently looks up at Bunny. His lashes flutter coyly, causing him to raise a brow before the sprite sinks his body down closer to the other.
Jack ruts his dick against his stomach, letting his hoodie ride up as it travels smoothly along his navel. Watching as Bunny groans and falters. His eyes dart down as he stutters over his words.
“Uh, Jack. What are ya’ doin’?”
“Sorry, Bugs. It’s just a natural reaction, right?” He grins, sliding the cock back up the line of his stomach.
Bunny stares, astonished as Jack braces himself on his shoulder, fucking the cock against his tent. Pre-cum leaking through the fabric of his pants.
“Yep.” He says a bit breathlessly. One of his ears falls limp, “Completely natural.”
Jack raises a hand, tracing a finger down the shell of his ear. He rubs the soft fur there, listening to his breath halt.
“Jack.” He growls warningly.
“What? ’You sensitive?” Jack whispers, tilting his head as he smiles.
He snickers, grasping Jack’s hips tight— claws digging into his flesh. He watches as the boy bites his lip, whining as his hips stutter.
“Look who’s talking.”
Jack glares, flashing him a colder grin, “I wasn’t the guy who popped one just by standing next to me.”
He glares back, dropping his hand and opting to shove Jack right against the wall with a fist in his sweater. With a quick smile, he takes out his claw, and in one sweep, pops the button of Jack’s pants clean off, tearing through the fabric and ripping it down to the seam.
Jack gasps at the hot air exposed to his cock. Grunting as Bunny palms him with much satisfaction. His hand skims across his own chest, holding his hoodie up and exposing the lean curve of his stomach.
“You’re fixing that.”
He’s smaller and more needy, flushed and leaking in Bunny’s fist. He smiles, pleased, as he skims his claws up Jack’s chest, circling about a pebbled nipple.
Jack unwillingly arches, his body clearly receptive to his touch, and it nearly makes Bunny laugh.
“Wow,” He lilts teasingly, “Aren’t you pretty?”
“Knock it off, Bunny.” Jack leans closer, hooking an arm around his shoulder.
“Why? You wanna play nice now?”
He stares up at him with a pouty frown before something flickers in his eyes. They darken challengingly as his lips curve into a sly smile.
He tilts his head, looking up at him playfully. “I just think it should be fair. After all, I can’t have all the fun all the time, you know?”
He uses the leg hooked around Bunny’s waist to tug him closer. And Bunny takes his chance, picking him off the floor with both hands and pinning him to the wall.
“Playing fair, huh? How’d ya’ plan on doing that? I’m doing most of the work here.”
Jack, now relying on Bunny’s strength, moves a hand to hold them both. Watching, pleased at how Bunny tersely ruts up into his fist, leaning close against him. Despite the pleasure building of his own, he focuses on moving his hand, thumbing down the vein of Bunny’s cock while his own slips against him wetly. Groaning deeply, his head falls against Jack’s shoulder. Nosing at the crux as he hums against his pale skin.
Jack laughs quietly in a way which only frustrates him further. He draws back, aiming an angry stare at him. A hand claws up, securing itself about the base of his throat, forcing him to tilt his head up; his faint heartbeat pulsing against Bunny’s palm.
His voice is rough as he speaks, “Jack. You’re cheating.”
“Didn’t know there were rules.” He replies, relaxing against the wall.
Bunny raises a brow, as if to say “Unbelievable.” and hikes him up so they are flush against one another again.
He thrusts up, watching Jack struggle to keep his hand wrapped around them as they move in tandem. He bobs with each thrust, holding onto his shoulder as he’s fucked, pinned against the wall relentlessly. His eyes squeeze shut as he moans quietly, trying his best to stifle them (to Bunny’s personal amusement).
Jack flushes, listening to the deep chuckle running down his ear. His voice comes undone into a string of noise when Bunny, travelling down his neck, kisses the line of his collarbone. He feels heat swallowing his mind, going blank as his virginity is taken inside a closet of all places; by Bunny of all people. Gritting his teeth to try and stop the moan that threatens to escape his throat at the thought.
Jack keeps his eyes shut as he dips down, skimming over his chest and licking over a sensitive nipple. He struggles for a moment, his weepy cock slipping out his grip at the shot that runs through his belly as Bunny stripes over his chest. As he whines, an ear flickers, tilting towards Jack’s direction. Drawing closer, he licks up the hot line of his ear, nibbling at the side. Bunny growls then, pulling back. His movement growing more feverish as he fucks up against Jack.
It’s nearly pushing him to the edge. Trying to keep up, swiping over the tips of the cocks, feeling how close the two of them are as he pumps them harder. He unconsciously lets his small “Ahs” slip out with every thrust, his eyes growing cloudy as he squeezes the base of their cocks, shifting his hips to meet Bunny. It’s received with a hard growl, as his hands are quickly caught and pressed firmly against the wall. Forced to bob off of Bunny’s hips as the friction slickens between them.
He looks up, completely fucked-out in Bunny’s eyes, staring dazedly back into his wild, abrasive stare. They close against each other in a kiss, wet and messy. Swallowing each other's small moans as they push against one another. Jack arches as Bunny bites his swollen lip, licking into his mouth to catch him. Feeling himself come over the edge as he pants for the last bit of air between them.
He can barely strangle out anything between them. Barely managing as they part briefly before moaning against his lips, “Bunny.”
Which seems to do the trick, because in the next moment Bunny’s movement is fluttering to a stop. He groans against Jack’s neck, before biting down hard. His claws digging deep into his skin. He ruts against him erratically; his cum painting Jack’s stomach, pooling in his belly button. And with the warm, sticky liquid mixing between them, Jack follows. Sinking against the wall as his dick twitches with each spurt. Watching it bob against Bunny’s as he makes a mess of himself.
Two hands drop, catching Jack by the waist before he falls. Bunny’s panting. His eyes still dark and lidded as he draws back, looking over Jack carefully. He smiles, satisfied, and hooks his hands back round his shoulders. As fucked-out as he is, he still manages to speak, completely mused as he does so.
“I win.”
And he watches Bunny’s ears stand straight again. Ready to complain when the door lock begins to jangle. The sounds of keys startling them both to life. They lose balance quickly as the bright light of the workshop floods in, falling in a pile against the floor.
Jack groans as he picks himself off of Bunny’s chest, squinting up at the two large blocks beside him.
It’s North, with Phil (still holding the accursed keys), looking down at them. His beard droops as he frowns. Thick eyebrows slowly rising into his forehead as his wide eyes scatter over their current situation. Half-naked, entangled on the floor and cum slickened between them.
Well… They at least try to smile apologetically.
The yeti cries out, large paws flying to cover his face as the silence finally breaks. The pair scramble up as North begins cursing loudly, stumbling back from them. Phil is still trying to claw his eyelids off when they dart up and away. Jack trying to keep his pants together, ridiculously, as he swipes for his fallen staff. Taking after Bunny as they swiftly make a run for it.
“Jack! Bunny!” North yells out through the litany of archaic swears.
“Sorry North, gotta go!” Jack grins, waving him off.
“Nice seein’ ya mate! Sorry ‘bout the closet!” Bunny calls back.
Skidding to a halt as a tunnel opens before them, the last thing they see before the earth closes over them is North tumbling after them, sword in hand— cursing their non-existent family lines. And laughing, they manage just barely to duck his attacks and drop down the rabbit hole.