OUAT One shots

Killian x Gold

Killian Jones never thought he would ever be here. This was definitely not what he had planned to do with this month. It was true he had slept with his fair share of men in his time, but...

He had never thought about the crocodile like that. Well, that might have been a lie. He had thought about it, more then he would like to admit, but he hadn't ever planned to act on this, purely sexual, attraction.

A few days ago Emma, and the other 'heroes', including Belle, had all gone back to the Enchanted Forest. Emma had asked Killian to stay behind and take care of all her police duties. He wasn't sure why Gold had stayed behind. Perhaps Belle had decided it was a bad idea for him to come alone. Or maybe he just didn't have an interest in going.

Honestly, it didn't matter.

Killian had gone drinking. Emma was gone, and he had nothing better to do. It had been a wile since he had a good night out drinking.

It had taken a bad turn. He had tried a different cocktail and he had gotten extremely drunk very fast. Against everyone's recommendations, he left the bar. He had found himself on the front porch of the salmon Victorian house.

"What do you want pirate?" Gold snapped.

Killian looked him over. White shirt. Grey sweatpants. Killian licked his lips, bitting at his bottom one. He was drunk, and no matter how hot he thought he looked right now, the disgusted look on Gold's face proved other wise.

Killian grabbed the older man by the arms and pulled him in for a kiss. Gold struggled a bit, but quickly relaxed, kissing back.

Gold pulled away after a moment, "You taste of alcohol."

Killian blushed a bit, "Well, are you gonna invite me in or not?"

That's how it all started. That one night, three days in. A month later, when Emma and the others returned, Killian had found it harder then expected to let go of his lover.

He would always have that one picture though. One of many he had taken during sex with Gold. A kink of his. He enjoyed taking the pictures, treasuring the look on his lovers face. The way his body meets theirs. He wasn't very artistic or anything, but he enjoyed this.

Emma had always refused, saying it was silly and distracted from the task at hand. Gold on the other hand, only shrugged in agreement.

One of them, typically Killian, would take the pictures. Then the next morning they would print them up at home and tape them into a red scrapbook. Red. A perfect color. Hatred. Fire. Intensity. All things that described their relationship.

The day the others came back the scrapbook was thrown into Gold's fireplace. They watched it burn together, agreeing to never speak of it again.

Gold didn't know Killian had taken a picture, and he never would.

~*~

6 months later

Emma walked into the cabin on The Jolly Roger. "Killian!" No response.

She walked around the office, her fingers brushing over all of his books. He had a pretty big collection really.

She pulled one from the shelf. They were packed tightly, and pulling one loose knocked a few more on the floor. A picture slipped out from the pages.

She picked up the picture to look at it. She wished she hadn't.

It was Gold. Sweaty. His hair falling in his face. He was naked and seemed to penetrating another man. His face one of pure orgazmic bliss.

She couldn't see much of the other man. He was on his back. She could see his legs, spread. The only other thing she could really see was is cum smeared cock. She immediately recognized it as Killian.