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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Peter_Pan_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Captain_Hook/Peter_Pan
  Character:
      Captain_Hook, Peter_Pan
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Mildly_Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-05 Words: 3556
****** Hands On Experience ******
by lvmehtme
Summary
     Hand...s.... As in plural. Two hands. Hook manages to get his other
     hand back and the one there to celebrate with him is... Peter Pan?
     It's so underage it's criminal. Yee have been warned.
Notes
     I wrote this piece almost 3 years ago so there's bound to be some
     mistakes. I don't have a beta-reader and actually prefer it that way
     so all mistakes are my own.
     I love this pairing because I've always been a fan of age gaps and
     huge differences in body types so Peter is still only about 12 in
     this fic whereas Hook is however old he is. I prefer to use the
     version of Hook from Once Upon a Time but the Peter Pan from the live
     version featuring Jeremy Sumpter.
     I originally posted this story on fanfiction but I decided to read
     through it, change a few things, and post it here, so if it looks
     familiar, that's why.
Damn that Peter Pan!Hook thought with irritation and began turning circles in
the middle of his cabin.
 His hooked hand was rested upon his hip while the other scratched tirelessly
at the stubble growing on the tip of his chin. It had taken him so very long to
grow that little bit out. He’d shaved at least a year ago! Yet time worked
differently in Neverland. Although it seemed that time stood still it in fact
didn’t. Every time he cut his hair or shaved he realized it still grew back
with the passage of time, it was just so much slower.  Outside dawn was
breaking and Hook had been up for an hour already, unable to sleep as murderous
thoughts of Pan flew about his mind.
Canon fire sounded outside and Pan’s laughter could be heard inside his cabin.
Hook grabbed his sword and raced out the doors to meet Pan, sword to sword. It
was a perfect distraction and outlet to his rage. The blasted brat was swinging
from the sails as his crew of morons fired at him with aimless shots. Holes
were torn in his patched sails and he gave a brief look over of the crew to
mark the ones who were going to be in the timbers tonight.
“Hook!” Pan yelled as he darted straight at him, sword extended.
Hook parried and gave a return shout, slashing at the air where Pan’s body used
to be. In outrage he turned again, just in time to get a face full of flying
fairy. His hands darted up to swat away the annoying bug and blinked furiously
to get rid of the tiny sparkles dotting his vision.
“Blasted Fairy!!” he yelled at both of them and waved his arms furiously in
their direction.
All he got in return to his outraged cry was mocking laughter and finally he
couldn’t take it anymore and stormed onto the edge of the deck and stood on the
edge of the first step. There he stood and watched Pan as he flew, waiting for
just the right moment. The brat saw him stop and he himself came to a stop.
Hook saw the mocking smile of utter triumph plastered upon those laughing lips
and gritted his teeth in anger.
Finally Pan charged. He swooped low and thrust his sword out as he came within
reach of Hook, yet Hook had been waiting just for that amount of distance
between him and thrust his own sword back at Pan. Caught off guard Pan jerked
to the side but not quick enough to avoid the tip of Hook’s sword as his raked
across his side. A shallow gash dripped crimson as Pan pulled back up, out of
reach.
Hook bellowed in triumph and thrust the bloodied tip of his sword into the air,
yet he wasn’t all unscathed. Pan’s own sword had done some damage and he heard
a metallic clang and a weight was suddenly lifted off his arm. Looking down he
saw his hook slowly rolling in circles at his feet and his triumphant grin
turned to one of anger once again.
Pan saw his handy work and laughed through his pain as Hook glared at him with
those cold eyes. He didn’t give any witty comment for Hook wasn’t the one
bleeding. His hand covered the wound but it still wept a little through his
fingers as he hovered above Hook. Tink flew in and worried around his bloodied
hand but he just brushed her aside.
Just as Pan waved off Tink she sneezed, her fairy dust covering his bloodied
fingers, turning it a rusty, glittering red before it dropped off his
hand….right onto Hook’s scarred stump. Pan watched with mild fascination as his
blood descended but thought nothing of it and just put his hand back to his
wound. Once his hand, covered with his blood and fairy dust, covered his wound,
golden light jumped throughout the wound, pulling it closed until only a faint
pink line hid among the smears of red.
“What the…Tink?” he asked but Tinkerbell only shook her head and shrugged, as
confused as him.
Pan’s eyes widened in horror as he looked below him and watched along with Hook
and the rest of his crew as Hook’s disfigured arm began to spark as his wound
had. Light danced among the crumpled flesh and Hook dropped his sword as he
clutched his arm in shock and what looked like pain. He dropped to his knees
and clutched his glowing arm to his chest, out of sight. Pan flitted back and
forth, trying to see what was happening but stayed a good distance away from
the wary crew gathering at their Captain’s side.
Suddenly, Hook stood and stormed off into his quarters, slamming the door
behind him and leaving his crew baffled and concerned. Pan immediately flew
around the side of the ship and to the port hole looking in on Hook’s quarters.
Through the small hole Pan could see Hook’s back but not what he was really
looking for. Quickly, he darted to the large window directly at the back of the
ship and stared in, trying to get a good look at what had happened.
Hook’s arm felt like it was on fire. The brighter it glowed the hotter it felt.
He raced into his quarter’s bathroom and plunged his burning appendage under
the faucet and turned it onto the coldest setting, blasting his arm with a jet
of icy water. Nothing cooled down. Instead it felt hotter than ever until he
finally just turned off the jet stream and wrapped his arm in a towel.
He knelt right outside the bathroom, in too much pain to move much, waiting for
the burning to stop. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pain subsided until it dulled to
a slight throbbing. Giving a sigh of relief, Hook stood up and still clutching
the towel, settled on the edge of his bed. He scowled at the wall and tapped
his fingers against the towel as his thoughts of Pan grew more hateful. Finally
he clutched the towel with both hands and threw it at the wall in frustration….
Hand…s…. Two…hand…s… Hook gave a yell and looked down at what used to be his
stump arm only to be greeted with the sight of a slightly whiter yet none the
less there, hand. As he clenched and unclenched the clumsy hand, all thoughts
of disdain towards Peter slowly melted away, replaced first by doubt, then
disbelief, and finally joy. His hand was back. How, he didn’t care. It was
back, his precious hand.
Peter had snuck in through the unlocked window when Hook had been in the
bathroom and watched from the other side of the bed at the miracle unfolding
before him. Then folding again. And unfolding as Hook opened and closed his
pale, white hand. It was a beautiful, dreadful sight. Yet, as Hook rejoiced
like a small child with a new toy, clapping his hands over and over again,
Peter couldn’t help but give a chuckle at the sight.
Hook stopped immediately as he heard the guffaw from the child hiding behind
his bed and turned and watched the dirty blond tuft of hair disappear quickly
over the side.
“Peter, get over here.” Hook commanded in a voice rough with held back tears of
joy.
The boy didn’t surface so he flopped down on the bed like the child he felt
like and pulled the small boy up and over the side with both hands. He settled
the boy above him, ignoring his struggles and pulled his small form to his
broad chest. For a second everything was still. Hook’s heart beat fast with joy
and Peter’s with slight fear and adrenaline. Peter was confused by the sudden
turn in events but since Hook wasn’t trying to kill him and had him in such a
vulnerable position he figured he might as well not fight it for his own sake.
“Pan my boy, today is a wondrous day. All thanks to you and your little fairy.”
Hook chuckled and squeezed him tighter.
Pan let out a strangled breath as he was hugged tighter to the man’s chest. The
beating of Hook’s heart was starting to make his own beat all the more harder.
Where was Tink when he needed her?
“I could just kiss you!” Hook shouted and pulled Pan’s face up, scrunching his
soft cheeks between both palms.
“Kiss?” Pan asked, confused.
“Oh, you poor, stupid child.” Hook sighed with a smile and pet Pan’s head with
his new hand.
Hook ran his hand in fascination through Pan’s hair and across his cheeks,
feeling the boy’s soft skin beneath the sensitive nerves of his new fingers,
touching those slightly parted pink lips.
“You’re so soft.” Hook murmured, “Indeed kissable.” He continued as if in a
dream.
Pan’s head was suddenly gripped from behind in a firm but gentle grip and his
head was pulled forward. His eyes widened incredibly as his lips touched Hook’s
and the grip behind his head held him there. His brow knitted in confusion as
he felt the lips beneath his slowly gyrate against his own. It was shocking but
didn’t feel unnatural. Once Hook’s hand slackened, Pan pushed again and pulled
in a breath, forgetting to breathe during the lip lock.
“Was that a kissable?” Pan panted, supporting himself on one hand as he pressed
the back of his other hand to his mouth.
“That was barely a kiss. This is a kiss.” Hook emphasized and pulled Pan’s head
back towards his.
Curiosity sparked in Peter and he allowed himself to be manipulated by the over
joyous man as his lips again touched Hook’s. However, this time was different.
Instead of just the gyration of soft lips, he felt Hook’s tongue prodding
Peter’s lips and confused he parted them, allowing the wet muscle into his
mouth. Suddenly his mouth was full as Hook thrust his tongue slowly against
his, prodding the confused muscle to life as Peter began to understand this
‘kissing’ thing. Peter couldn’t decide if it was gross or not.
“Hnn!” Peter gasped into Hook’s mouth as the hand not gripping his head slid
down his back to clutch at his backside, drawing him closer.
Heat dashed through his veins, hot as fairy dust, as he felt his entire body
pressed flush up against Hook’s firmer one. Whatever it was reminded him of the
adrenaline he’d felt earlier but it was far more pleasant. He felt his cheeks
warm as he realized he’d used the word ‘pleasant’ with something associating
with Hook. It was a strange thing indeed.
Below him Hook felt the boy’s body shake as he continued to caress the boy’s
body with his new hand. He wanted to touch everything he could get his hand on
and he was currently holding Pan so he’d touch all of him that he could. The
feeling of joy was beginning to melt into pleasure as he continued to take the
boy’s mouth. His hand gripped the supple flesh of Pan’s back side, kneading
into the skin and relished every clench and tremble of the boy under him. The
feel of Pan’s squirming, soft body was beginning to arouse him and more than
anything he wanted to feel that pleasure with his new hand.
Peter finally broke away from Hook’s mouth gasping and trembling more as the
hand that gripped the back of his head slipped along his back and pulled up the
edge of his green shirt. He felt every touch of the man’s fingers on his hip as
it travelled up and under the fabric, pushing it up. The new hand slip to the
waistband of his leafy pants and slipped beneath as well, pulling the fabric
away from his body and sliding those hot fingers across the round expanse of
flesh, digging in his fingertips to grip and squeeze to his heart’s content.
The rougher fingers skimmed across the ticklish skin of his sides causing him
to give a breathy giggle before his thumb slid just under his arm and brushed
against a pert nipple. In surprise at the sudden shockwave of arousal, Pan
ground his hips down as he arched his back, his head thrown back as his mouth
cried out. Hook gave a muffled groan through closed lips and pulled Pan’s hips
down into his, grinding their hardened arousals together.
His thumb dug into the sensitive bud, circling it, pinching and gripping it
with his fingers. Pan continued to give muffled groans until a particularly
hard grind down made him yell out loud. The sound of such an erotic cry shot
through Hook’s veins and hit his arousal hard. His new fingers slid into the
crease of Pan’s ass and slid down until it found the tight pucker and he began
to rub at it, loving the feel of the Pan’s muscles as they clenched greedily at
his fingertips.
Pan panted and moaned as he felt Hook’s fingers rub over his hole. The dry
rubbing sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure to his groin despite his
confusion and he ground down to try and alleviate the pain beginning to build
at such an intense feeling. Hook felt the almost desperate grind and slid his
fingers further down, past the pucker to the swell of Pan’s balls where he
pressed harder and rubbed into the soft, pliable flesh. Pan cried out, his
mouth hung open in ecstasy.
“Hook!” Pan shouted mindlessly between pants.
Hearing his name being shouted so wantonly from between those kiss swollen lips
had the last bit of restraint flying out the window.  He pulled his fingers
back and his hands away from Pan’s clothing and felt with some satisfaction the
desperate shake and grip from Peter as he tried to get those touches back.
“Shh, if I do this dry it’ll hurt us both.” Hook murmured into Pan’s neck and
lightly bit at the delicate flesh as he pulled away Pan’s clothes.
The shirt came off easily as Pan sat up on top of him, then, quickly, Hook
reversed their positions to yank the pants off, throwing them into a forgotten
corner. He tore his own shirt off, not letting his hands be still for too long,
wanting to feel more of Peter. His pants were harder to get off with the belt
buckle, but Peter was impatient and sat up to yank Hook’s trousers down and
they were off just as fast as his.
Olive oil from the breakfast he hadn’t eaten this morning was sitting on the
desk a bit away from the bed and after stretching out his new hand and
gleefully wrapped his fingers around the small, metal container and brought it
back to the bed with him. He looked down at the panting, flushed form of Peter
Pan and with delight, dipped his fingers into the slippery liquid, coating
three of his pale fingers.
Savoring each touch Hook trailed his coated fingers lightly down the side of
Pan’s small erection, slicking up the skin. He pressed harder, gripping him
now, and relished the whimper and groan emitted from the back of Pan’s throat
as he began to stroke. The hot flesh beneath his fingers twitched as he ran his
hand over it. After a bit of teasing Pan began panting in earnest.
“H-hook…” he gave a stuttering cry and looked at him with teary hazel eyes.
The boy wasn’t long off now.
“Hold on Pan, almost to the good part.” Hook assured him and let go of his
weeping dick.
Pan groaned at the loss of contact as Hook once again dipped his fingers in the
slippery liquid and slid his fingers up the crease of Pan’s ass once more. Once
he got to his little pucker he paused before pushing against the resisting
muscle and gently entering the fingertip of his first finger. Pan gripped
around him hard, sucking him in.
“Relax and loosen up right here.” Hook instructed and immediately Pan began a
shallower breathing pattern and Hook felt the muscles tremble, clench and then
finally relax around his intruding fingertip.
He smirked and pushed his finger in further. He watched avidly as the pink
entrance began to stretch around his finger as he pumped his finger in and out.
Once he could slide his finger in and out with ease he slowly stretched the
ring of muscle again to accommodate his middle finger. It took a bit for Pan to
relax again but he did so quicker this time. Now, Hook pushed and pulled his
fingers, curling them up as he felt the hot, slippery insides of Pan’s ass. His
cock was aching to be plunged into that tight heat but he wanted to delight in
the feeling of stretching the boy out.
His third finger slid in with minimal resistance and he pushed his fingers all
the way in and spread them apart, the boy was pretty much ready for him now.
Giving the clenching walls of Pan’s ass one more hard rub, Hook withdrew his
hand, watching Pan’s ass gape, showing the shiny pink walls before it clenched
shut again.
Pan groaned at the loss but immediately drew in a breath as he felt something
far hotter and larger than Hook’s fingers prod against his slippery hole. He
opened his eyes, not realizing he’d shut them, and watched as Hook poured the
yellow, viscous oil onto his large, red arousal, coating the entire thing
before throwing the empty container behind him. Then there was pressure. Hook
pushed his cock against the grabbing ring of muscle, causing Peter to hiss in
pain, and then he was slipping past it. Pan gasped loudly in pain as he was
stretched far beyond a mere three fingers.
“Hurts! Hurts…” he gasped and tears quickly formed and spilled down his cheeks
as the pressure continued to build until he was completely filled with Hook
seated deep inside him.
Hook gripped Pan’s hips with his white, oiled hand and wiped away the tears on
his face with the other as he held himself still to prevent hurting the boy any
more than necessary. Slowly the boy calmed down and the painful clenching
around him lessened and finally he gripped those slender hips with both hands
and began sliding out. The wonderful heat and tight friction felt like heaven
to his throbbing dick as he drove it in harder against Pan’s tight walls.
Again and again, gaining speed, he thrust in and out of Peter. Wanting to drive
in deeper, Hook pushed Peter’s legs up and drove down into him from a higher
angle and he heard Peter give a scream beneath him. He froze for a second but
then Pan lifted his hip up before thrusting down hard, giving a cry again as
Hook drove into the walls of his ass. He then realized he was hitting something
good within him and drove in again, aiming at that same spot.
Saliva dripped slowly from the side of Pan’s mouth as he opened it wide with
every shout. Pleasure glazed his eyes and a dark pink dusted his fair cheeks as
Hook made him feel the ultimate high. Hook felt himself nearing the end as he
watched Pan’s face open with such wanton lust, the sight so very erotic beneath
him.
“Hooookk!! I’m going to peeeeeee!” Peter screamed just a split second before he
came, white shooting out across his and Hook’s stomachs.
Feeling the erratic clenching of the boy’s muscles around him finally drove
Hook over the edge and he came inside Pan, filling him to the brim and spilling
over as the boy’s body couldn’t hold all of his seed. Panting, he pulled out
slowly, watching with ultimate satisfaction as his seed spilled from the boy’s
gaping ass before slowly collapsing next to Pan’s exhausted form.
Pan could feel the hot gush inside of him before the heat was removed and cold
air touched at his open hole, making him shiver in ecstasy. His knees were
resting against each other in the air as he let the dripping cum slowly drain
out of his ass and onto the blankets of the bed, the feeling making him shiver.
“It wasn’t pee.” He mumbled, half asleep as exhaustion began to take over.
“Of course not you stupid child.” Hook murmured into his ear.
Pan felt Hook’s hand snake around his abdomen, brushing against his skin all
the way around his body as he was pulled against Hook’s side. He rested there
comfortably as they both blissed out on the high of post orgasm.
“Maybe I’ll let you keep your hand this time… if you keep doing this whole
‘kiss’ thing.”
Hook chortled and brushed his nose against Pan’s hair. “Maybe I should explain
everything before we do that again. And I’d better keep my hand boy or you
might not keep yours.” He threatened with a hard serious note.
Peter only grinned and let his head rest to the side. Hook felt the boy’s body
finally relax into sleep and pulled his hand back to examine it one more time.
Oh yes, he’d have a lot more things to do now that he had his hand back.
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