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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/Peter_Pan
  Character:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Peter_Pan_(Once_Upon_a_Time)
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Writer!Killian, Modern_AU, captainpan_-_Freeform, NSFW
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-27 Words: 1252
****** Procrastination ******
by Teatime86
Summary
     Writer!Killian AU. Most days he can't decide whether Peter is a muse
     or a curse, plaguing his thoughts and rendering him empty.
Notes
     This was something I was doing on Tumblr. Some Anonymous person was
     helping me with it but I don't know who they are, otherwise I'd
     credit them. But yeah.
Most days he can’t decide whether Peter’s a muse or a curse plaguing his
thoughts and rendering him empty. Not a single letter makes it to the page that
night and he blames the demon lying next to him.
Peter shifts next to him and he tenses while the boy rolls over so his head is
on Killian’s shoulder. “Are you still at it?”he says, half-irritated, half-
amused when he spots the ever-present pen and paper in the man’s hands.
Killian sighs, forcing himself not to look at Peter’s face, lest he feels the
stirrings of affection at the boy’s bedhead. “I have a deadline, Peter,”he
replies flatly,trying to sound stern.
“And staring at that notebook won’t help you meet any deadlines.” Killian
swallows hard and hopes to god he’s not right but there’s nothing. Not a
fucking word swimming in his head. “And neither is your negativity.”he points
out. He needs to focus but Peter’s breath is fanning over his neck doing
unthinkable things to his body.
His own breath hitches when Peter plucks the notebook out of his hands and
pushes him down onto the bedspread. “Well then, why don’t I see if I can help
you some other way?”he purrs into Killian’s ear, eyes suddenly fully alert and
brimming with mischief.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Words. You’ve never finished a manuscript on time. You live off of loopholes.
Let’s help you forget.”Peter rolls his hips against Killian, breathlessly
moaning from the contact, making a show of it for the man below him.“Peter!”
Hook snaps, his voice warning. Even scolded, the boy smiles devilishly. “Stop.
Now.” “Stop what?”he quips, blinking innocently.
He rolls his hips again, slower, his stirring need pressed up against
him.“Peter, I said no,” Killian bites out, trying not to pant like a wanton
whore.
He grasps Peter’s slender hips, trying to still him, but ends up pulling him
closer instead. Peter falls onto his lips, licking his way into Killian’s mouth
and slender fingers wrapping around Killian’s wrists.
Killian hardens painfully as Peter’s tongue traces the seam of his lips and his
own hips jerk up of their own accord. He can’t help himself;he gives in and
lets his body melt under Peter’s, moaning out his name.
The notebook and pen lay forgotten as they lose themselves in the act of
grinding against one another. Peter’s mouth is too soft and too rough at the
same time and Killian is addicted to the contradictions of the intoxicating boy
who is currently pulling apart his mind.
He's folding into him, like everything is just too much and the quiet of the
room is so deafening with the sounds leaving Peter’s mouth. To emphasize his
point, he rolls his hips in a circle, an honest gasp rolling from his lips and
into the crook of his neck. Killian chokes, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing
himself not to think about the look of bliss on the boy’s face. His fingers
curl tighter around his wrists and his legs tremble slightly. Killian can feel
teeth scraping against the soft flesh of his throat.
"Let’s see if we can’t get a few words out of you, Killian,"Peter growls before
biting down. There’s blood, Killian’s blood in his mouth a second later and
Killian is cursing, mixed expletives and gibberish spewing out of his mouth.
Peter just chuckles, teeth digging in harder, knowing how much Killian loves it
when he brings him to that place just between pleasure and pain. His fingers
tighten around one of Killian’s wrists, bringing the man’s hand between his
thighs and rubbing himself shamelessly against it.
"Not bad,"he croons, his other hand dipping below the hem of Killian’s shirt
and tugging on the waist of his bottoms. "But I think you can do better."
His lips are stained red, blood smeared messily on his cheek. The boy looks
almost dangerous, with the glint of something deadly in his eyes. Killian
shifts as his hand moves under Peter’s and against better judgment, helps him
get the pants off.
Peter chuckles huskily as Killian slides out of his bottoms and spreads his
legs so Peter can move in between them. His teeth scrape down Killian’s neck,
nipping every few centimeters and making him groan. “Peter,”he keens through
clenched teeth, arching his back and pressing close like he’s desperate for the
contact.
"Killian,"Peter chirrs back, fingers skating up Killian’s naked thighs and
raising goosebumps in their wake. He stops to pull Killian’s shirt up over his
head, doing so with deliberate slowness, teasing each new piece of exposed skin
with his teeth and tongue. 
Killian is writhing deliciously underneath him and he can’t help but appreciate
the picture once he’s fully stripped and practically begging for Peter to take
him. And Peter has never been one to be able to resist such an open invitation.
He surges forward, claiming Killian's lips in another harsh, bruising kiss. The
taste of iron is on both of their tongues and, far from being disgusted,
Killian is enthralled, opening his mouth to allow Peter better access.
Peter pushes inside rapidly without warning-without any preparation because he
knows Killian likes to feel it afterward-and the man's legs hook over his hips,
cradling Peter between his thighs. His thrusts are rough, vigorous and bruises
bloom like roses on Killian's hips.
He drives in hard and Killian's whole body is being moved, the clap of flesh
against flesh drowned out by the sound of the headboard slamming against the
wall. He swallows Killian's moans, steals his breath and pants out a litany of
curses as he gets in deeper. Killian is clenching around him and he's warm and
pliant and they both have forgotten what even started this in the first place.
The mattress creaks underneath them and Killian cries out when Peter finds that
special spot inside of him, pulls back to try and breathe. Peter smirks and
hits the spot over and over again, reducing Killian to nothing but a wanton
mess with a leaking cock.
His hands fist in the sheets, his head is thrown back and Peter is biting into
his throat again, riding him so hard he knows he won't be able to sit down for
days. His voice is fracturing and all he can do is whimper every time Peter
slams against his prostate. White flashes in front of his eyes and he fights to
keep them open;he wants to watch Peter fuck him, see him stretched above him,
long and beautiful with a predator's smile curling those pretty, pretty lips.
Lips smudge against his ear and he's right on the edge when Peter hums in his
ear. “Come for me, Killian.”And he does, nearly blacking out with the force of
his orgasm. Peter's dark laugh vibrates against his skin as he joins him and
Killian feels warmth coating his insides a second later.
He digs his nails into Peter's shoulders as the boy rides out the aftershocks,
completely unconcerned by the feeling of something hot running down his
shoulders. They stick together when Peter collapses on top of him, gripping his
hair tight and pulling him in for a final kiss before they finish.
It isn't until Peter is asleep again, using him as a mattress that he realizes
that he still has a deadline. But then, he decides it doesn't really matter and
lets the sound of Peter's breathing lull him into slumber as well.
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