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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones/Peter_Pan
  Character:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Peter_Pan_(Once_Upon_a_Time)
  Additional Tags:
      modern_day_AU, coffee_shop_AU, PWP, captainpan_-_Freeform, Tumblr
      Challenge, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, NSFW
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-10 Words: 1544
****** Jones's Bistro ******
by Teatime86
Summary
     Peter isn't there for the coffee
Notes
     Coffee Shop CaptainPan AU(written for the CaptainPan challenge on
     Tumblr/Day#28). also on Fanfiction
At the familiar sound of the bell above the front door, Killian looked up from
his cleaning, a frown marring his light-skinned forehead. "We're closed,"he
called with no small amount of irritation, wondering who the hell could be
coming in at this hour.
His frown deepened, though, when he caught the silhouette of a body slipping
past the array of chairs and heading towards the counter. "Didn't you hear me,
mate?"he all but yelled, "I said we're close-" The words died in his throat
when he saw who was leaning over the counter.
Vivid green eyes stared at him from beneath long gold lashes and pink(too pink)
lips were twisted into a cruel facsimile of a smile.
"Is that any way to greet a friend, Killian?"the British teen mock chided,
somehow managing to make the term "friend" sound like something you'd use in
the bedroom. His long fingers drummed hypnotically on the varnished wood
surface. "One would almost think you weren't happy to see your most loyal
customer."
Killian swallowed hard, struggling to keep his composure and to fight down the
blush that threatened to climb up his cheeks at the suggestive note in Peter's
voice. "You were here earlier. Did you forget something?"he forced himself to
say in as polite a tone as he could muster, trying his best not to let his
uneasiness show.
He couldn't suppress the chill than ran down his spine when Peter gave a
breathy, almost sensuous chuckle and reached over the barrier between them to
curl those thin fingers around his chin. "I did, actually,"the brunette intoned
lowly, tongue coming to wet his bottom lip as he pulled Killian's face closer
to his own.
The man didn't know what to do;he couldn't even form a coherent thought, let
alone muster up the strength to wrest himself from the boy's grip(although even
if he could, it probably wouldn't have done much good). His breath caught when
he found Peter's lips mere centimetres from his own and their noses practically
touching.
"I think it's time you paid me back for all the business I've given you this
year, Killian,"the teenager spoke against his mouth, batting those damn eyes of
his and making Killian's entire lower body heat up. Peter leaned in, pressing
their foreheads together as his tone turned lusting and dark, "And I think
you're going to like what I have in mind,"
To be quite frank, this wasn't all that unexpected. Killian had only been
pretending not to notice all those covert looks Peter had been giving him and
all the outrageous flirting he'd engaged in over the last year. He'd told
himself it was because Peter was just barely half his age-but he'd known that
that wasn't the only reason.
He steeled himself to meet the teen's eyes, now almost black with only a sliver
of green and forced himself to speak. "I don't know what you mean,"he said
carefully, voice coming out a lot hoarser(and huskier) than he'd intended.
A single blonde brow arched, clearly in skeptical disbelief. "No?"he breathed
challengingly, voice heavy and soft, like velvet. Killian had to fight back a
groan when Peter's hand suddenly slid into his hair, gripping it tight and
forcing his head back. "Then why don't I show you?"
Before Killian could mount any protests, Peter surged forward and claimed his
lips, licking his way into the older man's mouth without any reservations. He
swallowed down the moan that came, unbidden, from Killian's mouth, exploring
the new territory with his tongue as he used his grip on the elder's hair to
tug him closer.
Killian heard the blood pounding in his ears as Peter kissed him harder, and
rougher and deeper, jamming nearly his entire tongue down Killian's throat. He
should have stopped it, should have broken away-but instead, he found himself
leaning closer and opening his mouth wider to suck in the teen's plunderous
organ.
Fuck society. And fuck his conscience.
He wanted this-and he was damn well going to have it.
"That's it, Killian, give into me,"Peter purred into his mouth, suddenly on the
other side of the counter and pinning him back against it, "We both know you
want to,"
It was almost like Peter could read his mind.
Killian gasped helplessly into Peter's mouth when the teenager nudged his legs
apart, resting his knee against the edge of the counter between them and
grinning when Killian pressed himself desperately against his body. He pulled
back, allowing the man a moment to catch his breath while he divested him of
his dirty apron and tore open the shirt he wore beneath it.
"Do you know I've been thinking about this ever since I first started coming
here?"he quipped as he raked an appreciative glance over the newly exposed
skin, speaking in a voice so low, so dark that Killian hardly recognized it. He
smoothed his hands down the man's chest, watching the muscles ripple underneath
his touch with satisfaction. "Thought about bending you over this counter or
one of those tables and fucking you until you can't remember your own name?"
He reached lower and undid the barista's belt buckle, hooking his fingers in
the waist band of his slacks and pushing them off of his hips. A snicker left
his lips when he saw that Killian wore no underwear under them.
"Looks like you were, too,"he pointed out cockily, stroking a thumb over the
latter's very prominent erection. Killian didn't deny it, merely let himself be
lifted up onto the edge of the counter as Peter situated himself between his
thighs.
Heat crept up his chest as he saw Peter begin to suck on his own fingers, his
hardness digging into Killian's knee.
It wasn't the first time he'd done this with another male-far from it, in fact-
but this was nothing like those other times. For one thing, he had been the one
on top-and for another, none of the other men he'd slept with had ever done to
him what he'd tried so hard to deny that Peter did to him.
When Peter curved that first finger inside of him, he moaned louder than he
could ever remember, back hitting the smooth wood with a loud thud. The stretch
wasn't painless, but it was chased closely by pleasure more intense than he'd
ever felt before;everything just felt...more. He couldn't explain it any better
than that.
By the time the prep was finished, he was a panting mess, arching desperately
and begging with his body and his voice as Peter pulled his fingers out of him.
"Fuck, Peter, if you're going to fuck me, just do it,"he said breathlessly,
trying-and failing miserably-at sounding commanding, the words coming out as
more of a plea. Peter gave another husky chuckle as he unzipped his own jeans,
withdrawing his own cock and pressing it tauntingly against Killian's bare ass.
"Say you want me,"he demanded, tongue tracing the other shell of Killian's ear
as he rolled his hips forward, drawing a broken whimper from his partner.
Killian groaned loudly at the sudden friction, feeling his arousal straining
between their bodies. "I want you,"he surrendered, lifting his legs wantonly
over the other's shoulders and working himself into an unashamedly whorish
position.
He screamed out a series of expletives when Peter finally sheathed himself
inside, heels digging into his back at the sudden fullness. "Again,"Peter
intoned lowly as he slowly began to move, pulling out nearly all the way before
slamming back in.
"I want you,"Killian repeated the words over and over again, his pitch rising
to near screams as Peter rewarded him with a steadily increasing place and
nails digging cuts into the juncture of his hips. He felt the bruises and the
blood trickle down the side of his thighs and could only mewl, body jerking to
meet every one of Peter's thrusts. He didn't even care if anyone heard them.
Peter hitched his legs higher up so he could get even deeper, ramming hard
against his prostate and making Killian scream so much that he was nearly
hoarse by the time he came. "Peter!"he cried out as he shook apart, coating his
stomach in the sticky, white substance, knuckles straining over the edge of the
counter.
It was still several more thrusts, though, before Peter joined him, coming
inside of his right channel and breaking the skin of Killian's shoulder as he
did so.
"You're mine now, Killian,"he whispered against the man's ear, holding
Killian's wrists on either side of his head and boring holes into his
aquamarine orbs. He caught Killian's bottom lip in between his teeth and bit
down, increasing the pressure until it bled. Licking away the blood, he
finished his sentence, making it clear that there would be no argument, "No one
else will touch you ever again,"
Not that Killian wanted to argue;after that, he didn't think he'd ever want
anyone else to touch him. They wouldn't be able to measure up. So he nodded in
acceptance of Peter's words.
"No one else,"he repeated, lifting his head so that he could slot their mouths
together again.
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