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The waiting. The waiting was the hardest part. Not because Hook needed him - not at all. It was because Hook... Hook... And as the air in the cave shifted and a shadow spilled across the stones, he let out a quiet sigh of something like relief, but not quite. He looked up, but said nothing. The boy's shoulders were cold from his flight. Hook rubbed them to start with; gentle, caressing touches, tempting the tension out of Pan's body until he was soft in Hook's arms. A few more breaths and they leaned in towards each other. Then stopped. Silent regard, almost a standoff. And then something rose in both of them, and broke with the force of a tsunami. They kissed. And they were no longer who they were, not at that moment. Hook clutched the boy to him, sliding his tongue into the boy's warm, wet mouth - he was always so sickly sweet, from the berries he ate in the forest. The boy squirmed, whether out of play or to annoy, Hook didn't know. Hook pushed his tongue in further to stroke, in and out, around, slip-slide and the lick of a lower lip, breathing Pan's breath in. And then the tide broke again, the next wave, and their lips crushed together, almost painfully, finally. The taste, the taste was strong and familiar and it made them angry and aroused at the same time, as it always did - desperately aroused. They rutted and fingers wandered and although apprehensive at first they fell into a rhythm but then lost it completely. And as teeth scraped across lips and small arms crept around Hook's neck their bodies swayed. They didn't stop, they couldn't stop, they wouldn't stop, because how could one stop for air when the other still hadn't stopped for air? When neither would concede, even for air? And it was so very wrong - they knew this - and it was still slightly strange but it was also so very exhilarating and yes of course they had always known that they wanted each other - especially for this - and that was all that mattered. They ground their hips and moaned but did not speak - no never speak, though little grunts and little groans were allowed, a silent rule. And with little knowing movements little hands slipped down into Hook's breeches and Hook panted and thrust into that hand and Pan shuddered and arched towards Hook and there was a warm heat on him, a man's firm fingers - around him, stroking him - and his cock suddenly pulsed and spurted and his legs shook and he heaved a breath and Hook groaned into his mouth and jerked his hips once, twice, three times - shaking, panting, twitching - and then they broke apart as if they had just stung each other. They stared, both automatically pursing wet, swollen lips to swallow the forbidden taste of the kiss. And stared... and stared, and stared, and stared. The waiting. The waiting was the hardest part. Pan turned to leave, but then stopped. After a second of hesitation, of eyes averted - a tense moment - something in his posture sagged and he turned to gather his fairy dust in his hands, sprinkling it over himself. There was a whoosh as he soared down the hillside, his body twisting and manipulating the midnight breeze. Hook watched the silhouette grow small against the blue paint of the moon on the rocks. And then it was the leaving. That was the hardest part, Hook realised, passing his hand across his face with a solemn sigh. It was the leaving. ~Fin~ |
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