Forever Neverland (Peter Pan x James Hook)

Chapter 7

Or nothing, of course; there was nothing at all James could do to free himself from this horrible situation.

"Get off me, you odious whelp!" James yelled, trying to concentrate on something other than what was being done to him. It felt so good... He hadn't felt like that in so long... He had long forgotten the pleasures of the flesh that were not part of this children's fairytale land. He had long forgotten how extraordinary another person's touch could be.
Even if it was Pan's...

"Damnit, Pan! Stop it!" he cursed, terrified at how easily he was starting to give in to this.

The boy said nothing, but simply continued with his task, staring at him so eagerly that James finally turned his head away, hiding his face in his arm and glad his hair fell all over the place so at least he wouldn't have to look at the person who made him feel this way. He didn't want this... Well actually that wasn't true – he wanted it more than he could say – but not from Pan! Not from a man... Even less from a boy! This went against everything he believed in – which really wasn't a lot, but a sexual relation to another man was just... so wrong in every way. Had he been into that, he wouldn't have been so unthinkably lonely ever since he got to Neverland.

Eventually, his mind was so clouded by desire that he decided to blame it all on Pan and wash all guilt off himself; he was tied up and unable to do anything, after all. It was all that loathsome child's fault. If he ever managed to get out of this, he would kill the runt, even if it meant staying in Neverland for the rest of forever.

But at the moment none of that mattered; not Pan or Neverland, or the rest of eternity, because he was spiraling down into an abysmal pleasure from which he never wanted to recover.

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Why had Hook turned his head away? Peter didn't like that at all - he would much rather be able to see him - but all he could see was the mess of tangled hair over the pirate's shoulders. Why was Hook upset about this? Unless Peter had misunderstood, this was exactly what Hook had done, so why didn't he want it when Peter did it...?

While his right hand was still busy with gentle strokes, Peter used his left one to brush aside Hook's wet curls, revealing the man's face that was leaning slightly against his arm. Hook opened his eyes, turning his head to glare angrily.

"What?" he spat out bitterly. Though he looked so angry, his voice was feeble and faltered slightly; what was going on with Hook...? What exactly was Peter doing here? He knew it was something he shouldn't be doing, though he didn't understand why.

"You're so quiet," Peter whispered eagerly; was he doing it wrong?

"E-excuse me?" Hook stuttered outraged, his eyes widening slightly.

Peter tightened his grip a little, eliciting a surprised gasp from the man. "Stop that!" he almost groaned, looking somewhat tortured. Except it wasn't a pained expression... It was that same expression he had had the other day; that meant Peter was doing it right!

Biting his lips nervously, Peter continued in a slightly faster pace, trying to match the rhythm the captain had had the other day. Hook responded with a shaky breath, leaning his head back so Peter was, again, unable to see his face; he hated that.

With his left hand that had been resting on the captain's left shoulder, he gave the man's hair a soft pull to get him to look back down.

"What?!" Hook almost screamed at him, startling him a little. "What the hell do you want, Pan?!" he asked in annoyance while his eyes acquired that unusual red glow the man only had before killing someone; except this time it was different because Hook didn't just seem angry but also that other thing Peter had no name for. That expression that enthralled and excited Peter, causing him to subconsciously tighten his grip and fasten his pace until Hook finally moaned softly, letting his head drop back again; maybe he was unable to concentrate on Peter right now.