Forever Neverland (Peter Pan x James Hook)

Chapter 5

The captain continued with the removal of his clothes, staking them neatly on the rock next to the small river that lead into the pool, until he was fully undressed, for the first time revealing to Peter how the hook was attached to his body by leather straps around the man's shoulder and chest, which he loosened before pulling his wrist out of the hook's cap.

Peter had never seen the man's severed arm before; it was scarred and brought back memories of their first encounter on which Peter had cut the captain's hand off, in their very first fight. It was right after Hook had arrived in Neverland; the captain had been so stunned at seeing a flying boy, he had barely been able to defend himself. Looking back on it, it had been an unfair fight.

All memories were soon chased from Peter's mind when Hook began washing himself. Slowly and daintily, given he only had one hand to use. The pirate captain was quite handy with his hook, using it for practically everything he did every day, but without it he seemed somewhat... fragile. Making it all the more fascinating.

Peter stared transfixed. Of course it made sense – there wasn't a lot of freshwater on the ship – but Peter had never really thought about it. And above all, he had never seen Hook without his clothes on. He looked so very different from Peter.
His skin was far darker and covered in countless scars, most of which probably came from Peter's sword; Peter himself had quite a few from the captain as well, but his skin was so pale they didn't stand out so much. On the man's left shoulder there was a painting on his skin that looked like a crest of some kind; Peter didn't recognize it, but was unable to tear his sight away from the image that moved slightly with the flexing of the man's upper arm muscles. It was the biggest difference between them and one Peter had never taken into consideration: Hook was strong. Underneath the man's wet skin, Peter could easily make out the groups of muscles across his body, all of which were easily visible even in the rather dim light of cavern.

Even though he hated to admit it, Peter was jealous. He himself had the flimsy, weak body of a child while Hook... looked like that. Not that Peter wanted to look like that, of course! It's not like he wanted to be a dumb grown-up, but... there was still something very interesting about Hook's body that kept Peter from returning to the ship to get the captain's sword.

During the entire time the captain washed himself, his back was turned to Peter, giving Peter plenty of time to admire the sight without being spotted.
Eventually, the captain went from his crouching position into a kneeling one, and remained like that, barely moving. What was he doing?

Peter couldn't see much from his position, but obviously the man wasn't washing himself anymore because the only movement came from his left hand which moved in slow even strokes, similarly to honing a sword. Why was Hook honing a sword, naked, in the middle of the castle?
Wait... Hook didn't even have his sword with him. But then what was he doing?

Overcome with curiosity, Peter flew a little closer, landing on one of the rocks right behind the captain. Even though he couldn't see more, he could hear more: the man's slightly ragged breath, as if he were doing something exhausting. But he was just kneeling there...
Even more curious than before, Peter slowly began moving to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the man's activity without being noticed. He kept his sight firmly on Hook's head, just in case this one was alerted, but as soon as the man's face came into view, Peter saw his eyes were closed. And there was an unusual expression on his features; he was biting his bottom lip slightly, and there wasn't a trace of that usual anger in his face. He looked so... relaxed. If that was even a word to describe the usually angry, riled up captain.
Very slowly, Peter let his eyes travel lower, past the man's wild mane and toned chest, to...

Peter stared with wide eyes. What was he doing there?!

Hook's hand was slowly stroking up and down his... What was that body part called again? Peter didn't really know because he never thought about it; it was just the thing hanging between his legs that he used to pee. But that didn't seem at all like what Hook was doing there.
And why was that so... big? Peter swallowed, thinking about himself; no way there was such a big difference between being a child and a grown-up. Sure he knew grown-ups were bigger, but it's not like he was that much shorter than Hook – maybe a foot and a half or so. Besides, Hook was very tall, even for a grown up; Peter was almost as tall as some of the other pirates had been.