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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Baelfire_|_Neal_Cassidy/Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Hookfire
  Character:
      Baelfire, Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-03 Words: 1157
****** Night Time on The Jolly Roger ******
by NeverlandBae
Summary
     Baelfire is in a very difficult situation and Killian helps with the
     more sensitive matters.
Notes
     Mind the warnings before reading on. It was basically just a setup to
     write something dirty.
In the middle of the night, The Jolly Roger drifted idly as far as her anchor
would let her in the darkness. Most of the crew had retired, save for whoever
was on night watch. It was the hour at which the Lost Ones realized just how
lost they were, and it wasn’t much different for the crew. The nights spent
alone were bitter reminders of just how long they had been in Neverland. For a
pirate to be at sea for long periods of time was commonplace. But it had been
years, something that was not common at all. For some, it wasn’t a bother. They
had no homes to return to, no one that missed their presence. But very human
needs were something that could not be forgotten. They would forget their
craving for human contact just as soon as they would forget hunger, or fatigue.

Any of the men that ventured out of their cabin in the dead of night would no
doubt be reminded of their situation. The noises that came, muffled but still
audible, from behind the captain’s door bordered on obscene. Some of them made
a habit to leave on purpose, savoring a chance to listen in, which would be the
only enjoyment they ever got from the newest addition to their crew. Baelfire
was undoubtedly beautiful. Teenage boys most often would not like to be called
beautiful, but Baelfire was the epitome of it. Killian had noticed it
immediately. The boy’s soft, pale skin, his smooth face surrounded by dark,
wild locks of hair. And his lips, red and supple and perfect for kisses. Hook
had staked his claim immediately. The boy was off limits to any of the crew and
he didn’t let Bae out of his sight. He trusted his crew, but he knew how
desperate men could be and even if they weren’t inclined to be romantic with
other men, Baelfire wasn’t quite a man yet. He was a target.

Killian hadn’t made a move right away. He waited, and his mission first was to
make sure no harm came to Bae aboard the ship. But soon it escalated. Baelfire
was stuck in Neverland, in a not so easy stage in life. He was discovering
himself, his sexuality, and he was on a ship full of men. So more often than
not, he’d get caught up starting at Killian while he spoke, or simply went
about the ship doing Captainly things. Killian noticed, sometimes catching Bae
while he stared; licking or biting his lips, drawing attention to a part of him
that was most definitely a weakness for the Captain before he realized and
looked away shyly.

Those looks and stares lead to stolen kisses when no one was looking, or heavy
petting behind locked doors at night. It wasn’t a secret, of course, given the
close quarters they shared with everyone else, but the two of them liked to
believe no one knew what they did when they turned in for the night. Killian
favored going slow, keeping Bae’s inexperience in the back of his mind at all
times, but Baelfire became insatiable, and grew tired of taking things slow.
And resisting was not an option for Killian.

That night was spent the same as many before. The door was shut and locked
tight, hiding them from the world’s view. Bae gasped softly, resting face down
against the Captain’s desk. His forehead rested against one of his arms and the
other hand gripped the edge, feeling Killian’s stubble brushing across the back
of his neck. The elder’s hand held Bae’s hip firmly as he kept the youth pinned
against the desk. It was Killian’s way of slowing things down again with the
kisses, nipping Bae’s neck and nuzzling against his soft hair.

Baelfire would only let this last for so long before he pushed himself up,
pressing his back against Killian’s chest and moaning loudly at the feelings it
caused. The Captain latched his hook onto the far edge of the desk, his hand
moving from Bae’s hip to roam up his side. Baelfire leaned his head back onto
Killian’s chest as the older man’s hand moved higher still, under Bae’s arm and
across his chest to grip his shoulder. He held Bae tightly against him and gave
in to Bae’s desires.

The noises the youth made were as beautiful to Killian as his face was when he
made them. His gasps and quiet pleading over his shoulder, his lips begging to
be kissed and his hand reaching and pulling Killian down to him to do so; it
made the captain give the boy everything he asked for. The objects that were
left on the desk rattled violently, some toppling over completely as their
breaths grew ragged and their moans more persistent. Bae rested his head back
against Killian’s shoulder, exposing his neck for the older man to bite and
lick and kiss as he pleased.

Bae reached his hand further up and around Killian’s shoulder to the back of
his head, gripping his hair and pulling a groan from the Captain. Killian
shoved his hips forward roughly into Baelfire’s and Bae cried out again, so
delirious in his ecstasy that the only word he could form was Killian’s name.
He repeated it over and over, driving Killian wild with lust once again until
soon even that word failed him and he was left with nothing but drawn out moans
and frantic shouts. His hands scrambled to hold on to something, anything as
Killian’s hand let go of his shoulder, slipping over his sweat-dampened chest
and down his stomach. His hands found the desk again, gripping it tightly as
mumbled incoherently. Feeling Killian’s grip around him was Bae’s undoing, and
that familiar feeling of being on fire in the most amazing way shot through his
entire body. Killian rested his forehead against Bae’s shoulder, the teen
trembling through his orgasm as Killian finally reached his own with a guttural
groan, sending a shiver up Bae’s spine.

Baelfire collapsed down onto the desk, sighing heavily and catching his breath
while Killian’s hand went to the desk beside him, steadying himself so he
didn’t fall down on top of the boy. As soon as he felt confident enough,
Killian scooped Bae up into his arms and carried him over to the bed, kicking
their clothing out of the way so he didn’t trip and laying his young lover on
top of the blankets carefully. He didn’t get far before Bae was reaching for
him, refusing to lay down and go to sleep unless he was in Killian’s arms, or
Killian was in his. Killian laid beside him, covering Bae’s face with lazy
kisses once they were comfortable while Bae just laid there with a sleepy grin
on his face. All was quiet once again on The Jolly Roger as the two lovers
drifted off into an exhausted slumber.
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