Forever Neverland (Peter Pan x James Hook)

Chapter 9

Unfortunately for Peter, Hook was far too cautious and had refrained from returning to the Black Castle for nearly two weeks. It wasn't even as if Peter wanted to repeat last time – well, maybe he did, but he wouldn't have – he just wanted to... see. But now Hook even refused to bathe, aside from a few dips in the ocean every once in a while, and Peter was growing impatient. He was curious and wanted to feel that dangerous thrill again that only Hook managed to give him, because lately everything else bored him and his thoughts always wandered back to that day when he had touched the other man... His soft, warm skin; the curves of his tensed muscles; his coarse, unruly hair; his piercing blue eyes that followed Peter in his dreams.

Silent as a shadow, Peter landed on the ship's deck, sneaking towards the captain's cabin and peeking inside, but the lights were all out and there was no sign of anyone being awake in there. He turned the door knob as quietly as possible, but the door was locked; of course it was – Hook was paranoid.
With a sigh, Peter flew around the ship to the captain's window that always stood ajar; would he fit through there...?

Without making a sound, Peter landed on the thin windowsill and pushed the window open a few more inches, just enough to squeeze in. The room was dark and silent, the only distant sound coming from the soft splashing of the waves against the ship, and the only light from the giant, full moon that bathed everything in a beautiful silver glow.

On the large, luxurious bed that Peter always wanted to pounce into, lay Captain Hook, fast asleep with his sword under his pillow; that needed to go. But how? Was Hook a light sleeper? Probably, given how paranoid the man was... He was still wearing his hook; that couldn't possibly be comfortable.

In order not to make any sounds on the wooden floorboards, Peter decided to float over to the bed to take a closer look at what was going on. Hook was lying on his back, his left hand under his head and the hook almost dangling off the side of the bed. What was Peter supposed to do now? He wasn't even sure what he wanted there; he wanted to see Hook and... do something. But he wasn't sure if that was a good idea because Hook had been so angry last time. Unlike in the past few decades, Peter didn't actually want to irritate the man, he just wanted to... Well... Alright, so he didn't know what he wanted, but he didn't want to annoy him! He just wanted to do that thing again... He wanted to touch him again...

Peter lowered himself a little, floating just a few inches above the sleeping captain, and then extended his hand to trace his fingers over the man's bare chest; it was warm and pleasant, just like last time he had touched it.

Hook took a deep breath and Peter immediately retracted his hand in fear he had woken him, but the man just stirred a bit, pulling his hand out from under his head and brushing it against the skin that Peter had just touched, before he remained unmoving again, with his hand now sprawled across his stomach.

After waiting for a few minutes to make sure Hook was fully sleeping again, Peter carefully touched the pirate's now dry hair; it felt a lot more pleasant when it was dry. It was a lot smoother even though it was still completely tangled, and Peter dug his fingers into it, feeling the unusual texture; he had never touched someone else's hair before. Or any part of anyone, really, nor had he ever been touched himself like this; the most physical contact he ever had was during fights and during that one dance with Wendy... He had really enjoyed that, but then she had to mess it up with all her confusing feelings... The ones he was feeling right now as his hand slowly traveled through Hook's hair to his shoulder, and down his muscular arm that was bound in leather straps from the hook on his wrist.

Very slowly, he pulled the man's arm up, running his hand over the smooth, cold surface of the iron cap, down to the sharp hook that he knew could easily gut him if Hook woke up right now. Would Hook truly do that...? Did the man still hate him? But how could he if Peter suddenly felt so different for him?