Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones/Baelfire, Baelfire/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Baelfire, Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Owen_Flynn, Morraine_(Once_Upon_a
      Time)
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Weirdness, Self-Esteem
      Issues, Teen_Angst, Age_Difference, Explicit_Language, Hookfire_-
      Freeform, Brief_Baelfire/OMC, Stalking, Obsessive_Behavior, Anal
      Fingering, Lots_of_kissing
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-18 Completed: 2014-03-17 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7357
****** That Time Bae Ran Away (and a trucker found him) ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Modern AU where Felix is a shit friend and Killian is a very
     unrealistically kind trucker.
***** That Time Bae Ran Away (and a trucker found him) *****
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You want a ride, you suck cock.
That’s what a trucker told him the last time he hitch-hiked.
That time, he had stayed too late at a party over at a town he didn’t even know
the name of. It was Felix’s shitty idea to go, promising Bae a chance to get
drunk before he was legal. Bae got a little drunk but not drunk enough to
forget that his father would skin him alive if he discovered that Baelfire had
snuck out of the house and not returned by morning. Felix said he was too drunk
to drive him home but Bae knew he was just making excuses to stay longer. The
guy probably got a kick out of seeing Bae so distressed. In a moment of anger,
Bae left him and hitched a ride instead.
He had no idea how to suck dick so that’s what he told the trucker. The man
seemed the opposite of put-off and told Bae that it didn’t matter. The guy was
average-looking, Bae’s head was buzzing and there was the nagging reminder of
the impending torment that would ensue if he didn’t get home right the fuck
now. So Baelfire watched as the man stroked his own crotch through his jeans,
unzipped his pants and waited for Bae to lean down and do the work.
It was horrible. The moment Bae got down at his stop, he puked all over the
grass before taking the long walk back to his house. He’d successfully climbed
up his window and fooled Rum into thinking he’d been there all night. He had
the worst hangover the next day and he swore to keep away from alcohol and cock
forever.
The second time he hitch-hiked, he was 17 and the trucker didn’t ask him for
anything.
It was night-time and he’d just run away from home after having a bad row with
his father. He was depressed and the overpowering urge to visit his mom’s grave
drove him to get out and go on the 8-hour trip to their home town where she was
buried.
He was expecting the disgusting requirement, he was sober now, plus he figured
the ride to the next town was worth the humiliation. He just had to get away
before his father started chasing after him. When the truck stopped and he got
on however, the man in the driver’s seat only carried out polite conversation;
asking him where he was headed. Turns out the guy could get him all the way
since he was going past Bae’s home town.
He had a cap on and dressed like a normal trucker but Bae wasn’t blind; he knew
an attractive person when he saw one and he was pretty sure this guy ranked
above average. The man explained his route and told Bae the necessary stops he
was going to make at certain stations, but he didn’t bring up the issue of
payment. Bae waited for the bomb to drop but after travelling for nearly 2
hours no proposition came. So he watched from the corner of his eye as the man
sang quietly along to an old song playing on the radio.
They stopped at a gas station sometime past 2AM and Bae was startled awake. He
didn’t even notice that he’d dozed off.
"Hey, c’mon. We could use a little food." the man said before getting out of
the truck. They headed for the small diner at the adjacent lot.
Bae didn’t have any money. He somehow looked hungry enough to prompt the
trucker to pay for his share though. Ordering two of the same meal, the man
looked at him intently after their menus were taken away. Baelfire wondered if
he should have protested the freebie. He was too confused and hungry to say
anything though and he was thinking that maybe different truckers had different
styles. Maybe this guy was the more generous type; the kind who’d buy you food
and make you feel nice so you wouldn’t feel so bad when it came to paying the
bill a.k.a. giving him a blowjob.
Although as the man took off his cap, Bae thought the idea of going down on
this man didn’t seem too bad. Hey— maybe the kindness tactic was working.
"You look like you’ve been through some awful shit." the guy said, "I’m not
going to ask you what it is. I do want to know however, if we have to dodge the
police."
That made Baelfire laugh. Which in turn made the man smile.
"No. Just wanted to get away from my asshole father for awhile." Bae said,
fiddling with the napkins.
The guy nodded and then took a sip of his coffee. “The name’s Killian, by the
way.” he says.
It takes Bae a split-second to consider if he should give a fake name. In the
end he shrugged and didn’t see the harm in giving out his real one.
"Baelfire."
"Nice name." Killian raises his eyebrows in amusement.
"Thanks."
They ate in silence and Killian even patiently waits for Bae when he goes to
the john. They get back on the truck and the atmosphere is more comfortable.
Baelfire finds himself wondering if Killian is always this kind to hitch-hikers
or is he actually a serial killer who lures lost and lonely souls into a false
sense of security before he drags them to the back of his truck where he can
contain the murderous mess.
If it was the latter, then Baelfire’s survival instincts were either non-
existent or really screwed-up.
One hour from Baelfire’s destination and still no talk of payment. It was too
good to be true that Bae was seriously starting to think that maybe Killian was
a psycho. He wasn’t used to strangers being so kind and not asking for anything
in return. His eyes kept on looking to the side, trying to see if the trucker
was pulling out anything suspicious only to be met with a tired expression and
a smile.
He was not normal.
"Here we are. Your stop." Killian says when he pulls the brakes. According to
the truck’s digital clock, it was 6:05 AM. The sun was up and they were parked
at the side of another gas station; the old, familiar station of the town he
grew up in.
Baelfire looked dazedly out the window and then back to Killian who had a faint
smile on his stupidly attractive face which was even more handsome in the
daylight.
"It was nice meeting you, Baelfire." he holds out his hand, waiting for Bae to
shake it.
"I haven’t paid you yet." Bae couldn’t help saying while he ignored the
outstretched hand.
Killian blinked at him, seemingly oblivious as Bae scooted closer and slid his
hand down Killian’s fly. Watching his face carefully, Baelfire slowly unzipped
the man’s jeans; the sound of the zipper loud in the small space. Killian
gasped and his blue eyes widened as he felt Baelfire stroke him through his
briefs.
A soft moan escaped Killian’s lips as Bae continued, the older man’s hand
grasped Bae’s sleeve as the boy worked him to full arousal.
"Bae- Baelfire…!" he whispered, lips close to Bae’s ear. It sounded like he
wanted to stop the boy but didn’t know how. Pushing down Killian’s
undergarments, Baelfire took a good look at the man’s length. Strangely, it
didn’t disgust him. He was even starting to get hard himself because of the way
Killian said his name and the man’s heavy breaths on his cheek.
Wetting his lips in preparation, Bae heard Killian’s breath hitch as he leaned
all the way down and took Killian into his mouth. It was unlike the first time
with that pervert when he was 15. Killian had a much nicer cock and although he
could feel the trucker’s hips shaking, not once did Killian thrust up into him
violently or push his head down. The man’s fingers remained tangled in
Baelfire’s hair, twisting and petting, while his other hand tightened around
Bae’s sleeve.
It earned him exploratory tongue swirls and eager sucking. Bae kept on thinking
how he liked the restrained noises that he was getting out of Killian. As much
as Baelfire liked to make it really good for him though, they were still more
likely to get caught by someone if Bae didn’t make this quick. So to the best
of his limited skills, Bae hurriedly made Killian cum.
"Stop, Bae! I’m going to—" Killian warned, back arching. Bae didn’t listen and
continued to jerk the man off while his tongue peeked out intermittently for
small licks. He then closed his eyes as Killian came all over his face.
The compartment felt hot as the trucker struggled to normalize his breathing.
When Baelfire opened his eyes, he saw Killian’s flushed face looking down at
him like he was just seeing Bae for the first time. Then pulling Bae by the
shoulder, he brought the boy up and kissed him on the mouth, not minding the
cum that smeared between their lips.
It was a deep, affectionate kiss, Killian almost pulling Bae into his lap if
the cramped space only permitted.
When they broke apart, Killian took one look at him and sighed. Then he let go
of Bae so he could get a towel from the side of his seat along with a bottle of
water. Bae only watched, lips parted and eyelids heavy with want while Killian
wet the towel and wiped Baelfire’s face and neck clean.
"That was unexpected." Killian cleared his throat.
Bae smirked.
When it felt like Killian was only lingering, unable to come up with words to
say but refusing to say goodbye either, Bae held the man’s hand still to bring
the towel away from his face. He felt a tug at his heart at the thought that
he’d never see this weird trucker guy again.
"Thank you." Bae said before taking one good look at Killian for memory’s sake.
Then he turned around and opened the passenger side door to leave.
Biting his lip at his recklessness, Baelfire went on his way, not looking back
to see if Killian’s truck had already left or not.
***** That Time Bae Moved Out (and the trucker still found him) *****
Chapter Summary
     Bae has moved out of his dad's home and is finally living the
     independent life. Meanwhile, someone has developed an unhealthy
     obsession and has resorted to recreational stalking.
Chapter Notes
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The trouble with Baelfire’s second encounter with a certain trucker was that it
happened in broad daylight while he was leaving Granny’s diner with a friend.
“Baelfire?” a strikingly familiar voice called out , making Bae freeze in his
tracks.
Owen glanced over to the bar where a scruffy man was hastily placing his coffee
cup back on its saucer while getting off his stool.
“You know him?” Owen asked as he looked back over to Bae.
Blue eyes meet hazel ones as Bae quickly recognizes the man whose name he
hadn’t forgotten. Albeit dressed more casually out of his bulky trucker vest
and cap, Killian looked every bit as handsome as Bae remembered.
Yeah, I do. Bae swallowed nervously. His name is Killian, an impossibly
attractive truck driver with a nice cock.
“Nope.” Bae answered curtly and as calmly as he could, ignoring his obscene
inner voice. He shoved Owen lightly on the arm as he walked past where Killian
stood, pointedly not making any more eye contact.
“C’mon, let’s go.”
With a shrug and a barely audible ‘Okay,’ Owen followed. Before either of them
could reach the door however, Bae heard heavy footsteps then felt a hand on his
shoulder.
“Baelfire, wait!” Killian nearly yelled, gaining the attention of the nearby
table’s occupants. The glances toward his direction reminded him to retain
composure and he added a softer, “Please…” at the end.
Bae could feel himself beginning to panic. It felt like if he so much as spoke
or acknowledged who Killian was, his little secret was going to be revealed to
Owen, the entire diner and possibly the whole town. Gossip spread fast in small
towns and just imagining what they’d spin out of a dramatic diner argument was
enough to make him sweat. He knew it was an irrational fear but he was caught
by surprise and his mind refused to calm down. Glaring at the taller man, Bae
shook the hand on his arm off forcefully.
“Back off.” he hissed.
“Yeah, man. Leave him alone.” Owen piped in from behind Killian, walking around
the man and standing beside his friend.
The mini commotion was starting to alert the other customers of the diner so
Killian let his arm drop hesitantly. The expression on his face was a cross
between hurt and apologetic as he put both his hands up in front of him as a
sign of surrender. With his glare faltering, Bae took a deep breath and made
for the exit. Owen had to jog to keep up with the pace of his strides and Bae
barely even heard what his friend was saying because the rush of blood in his
ears was too loud. They were a good distance away from the building before Bae
glanced back and saw Killian exit the diner himself and walk over to a red
pickup.
Owen’s voice only came floating back into Bae’s consciousness once they’d
turned the corner and walked into a different street.
“He was such a creep. How’d he know your name though? Must be your stalker...”
“Can we please stop talking about him?” Bae burst out harsher than intended,
punctuating his exasperated tone with a sigh.
“Okay. Sheesh…”
“Sorry. Look, let’s just get to Morraine’s. We’re already late…”
Seeing Killian again after nearly two years was more than a bit of a shock for
Bae. He chewed on his lip and had his brows furrowed the entire time they
walked to their friend’s house. He was seventeen when he’d stupidly gone down
on the man who’d given him a free ride and a free meal. Now he was nineteen
years old, living in a cheap, old apartment two towns over, having moved out of
his father’s home a year ago. He’d barely gone back to this town where he grew
up since. The only reason he’d driven back to this town this morning was
because of his promise to meet up with old friends for a small birthday party.
If Owen and the people at the diner hadn’t been reacting to the scene they were
making earlier, Bae would’ve been sure that he’d just hallucinated Killian. It
was a shameful secret of his that he’d never forgotten the trucker despite
their short first meeting. He still knew jack squat about the man aside from
his occupation and his first name, (and the shape of a certain part of his
anatomy) and he’d never tried to make any effort to find out who he was because
Bae never expected to see him again. Their encounter was like some sort of one-
sided, one-night stand and he preferred it to stay that way. Seeing him today
threw Bae completely off track.
They arrived at Morraine’s in a matter of minutes and thankfully, Owen seemed
to have put the incident at the back of his mind. A few of their other old pals
were present in the little gathering and Bae went around patting backs and
giving hugs. A couple of them asked if he was all right which made him
conscious of how the distress must’ve still been showing on his face. Putting
up false cheer and changing the topic worked just fine and the party went on
smoothly. Well... aside from the fact that Bae kept on checking his watch.
Every time he checked his watch, he took a swig of beer and soon enough, his
bottle was empty and his anxiety had only grown.
Thirty two minutes...
Bae counted precisely thirty two minutes before he discreetly made his way
towards the birthday girl, handed her the small present he had for her in his
pocket and then made up some lie about not feeling well and having to leave
early.
“But Bae-- you just got here!” Morraine pouted, employing her best kicked-puppy
look to get her friend to stay. If it were any other ordinary day, it would
have undoubtedly worked.
“I’m really sorry, Raine. I swear I’ll make it up to you.” he ducked his head,
trying to look contrite. After a tight hug and well wishes, he zipped out of
the house, carefully avoiding Owen’s line of sight.
Once he was a few feet away from the house, it took all the willpower he had to
not sprint back to the diner. He knew Killian wouldn’t be there anyway, but he
had to check just in case. Sure enough, the parking lot was missing a red
pickup and there was no sign of the blue-eyed man inside the establishment.
There was a huge possibility Killian had already left town but it hadn’t been
that long… Bae had to try and keep looking.
After an hour of walking, jogging and peeking into parking spaces, Bae took a
moment to lean against the wall and catch his breath. It was only after he’d
regulated his breathing that he began to imagine how stupid he must look,
chasing around someone that barely meant anything to him. Why was he even
looking for Killian? Hadn’t he already pushed the man away and basically made
it crystal clear how he was denying their brief acquaintance? It was the
perfect reaction; a sign for Killian to leave and to pretend nothing happened.
They didn’t have to know each other beyond blowjobs and cramped spaces in a
truck.
So why in the world was he looking for the man now…? Well, maybe it was because
Killian never really did anything bad to him in the past to deserve such
behavior. He was only ever kind and generous. It was Bae who’d gone and ruined
the potential for friendship.
Bringing his head up and staring at the clouds, Bae sighed as he surrendered to
his inner conflict. Maybe he should just go back to the party. Better yet-- he
should go back to his room at the B&B and sleep his headache off. He’d already
had too much excitement for one day.
Ironically, it was in the B&B parking lot that he’d found the red pickup.
It was parked at the far corner of the building’s front, its bright color
taunting him. With an air of trepidation, Bae went inside and checked the
register. On the previous page of the logbook, it showed that a Mr. Killian
Jones had checked in two days before him. Said guest was staying in one of the
second floor rooms a few doors away from Bae’s. Bae wanted to wail in
frustration at the way fate seemed to be mocking him.
Brushing off the receptionist’s questioning stares, Bae trudged up to the
second floor and went straight in front of his own door. He glanced at the door
that lead to where Killian was staying, fumbled for his keys and then shut
himself inside his own room. The moment he’d closed the door he shrugged off
his coat, dragged himself to the bed and collapsed face first unto it, the
sheets muffling his groan.
It was closer to evening now and the sun would begin to set any minute. The
clouds gathered in the sky and bathed the room in dim light, thunder rumbling
in the distance as the signs of rain began to manifest. Bae turned over on the
bed to get a view of the window. The skies were now gray and he lay there until
the first drops fell amidst the sound of more rumbling. After what felt like
long minutes of darkening skies and rainfall, Bae thought Fuck it, and gave in
to his niggling desire to get up and out of the room.
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Killian was going to leave first thing tomorrow. He was going to leave and
forget about this whole crazy obsession. The absurdity of his yearly practice
only fully sank in today when he saw the way Bae glared at him. Those beautiful
hazel eyes were so cold and angry that it made Killian’s chest tighten, dousing
him in shame and regret.
Ever since he’d picked up Baelfire two years ago, he couldn’t forget the boy.
Initially, he’d seen himself in that kid. He was once all alone on the road
too, having run away from his own father when he was only a teenager. When he
heard how the boy was also having issues with his dad, Killian knew he’d made
the right choice in stopping and giving him a lift. What he didn’t expect was
for Bae to-- well... do sexual favors for him as payment. Up to now he still
felt guilt for not being able to stop the boy from doing what he did. God knows
he could have if he tried but he was too weak and gave in to the desire. That
failure was one of the reasons he wanted to see Bae again.
He’d tried forgetting about it and telling himself it wasn’t a big deal, but it
didn’t work. There was something else about Baelfire that set his blood aflame
unlike anyone else he’d ever met. The idea of touching a boy didn’t even enter
his mind before he’d met the kid but after their meeting, he couldn’t get Bae
out of his mind.
Nearly a year after that little incident, Killian found himself going on a
little drive to the town where he’d passed that night where he found Bae. He
asked the town locals about a kid named Baelfire and some of them knew who he
was, referring to him as Mr. Gold’s only son. After a little more poking
around, Killian learned they were talking about Rumson Gold, a widow who lived
at the edge of town. The man was antisocial and was generally disliked by most
who knew him. Killian resisted driving past Baelfire’s house that year, telling
himself he was becoming dangerously obsessive to the point of practically
stalking. He didn’t want to risk knocking on the door and having Baelfire’s
father see him or know that he was there to see his son. It would’ve been too
strange and he was pretty sure Bae wouldn’t be pleased by a surprise visit
either. So instead, he hung around town for three days, hoping to catch a
glimpse of Bae… to no avail. Despite the uneventful visit, Killian returned the
following year still.
The second time he’d arrived, he almost worked up the nerve to knock on the
Gold Residence’s door. What he ended up doing instead was spying. Yes, he had
been reduced to some peeping pervert; truck parked across the street from
Baelfire’s house, hoping to see even just a shadow of the boy. To his
frustration, there was no sign of Bae at all. The only thing he saw the entire
night of his stake out was a brown-haired woman leaving the premises. He began
to worry that maybe Bae never returned to town since the time they’d met. The
thought made him lose sleep at night and he hoped that wasn’t the case. He knew
from experience that running away and trying to survive on your own was
extremely difficult and dangerous, he didn’t want the boy to go through the
same hardships he’d been through.
They say third time’s the charm though and it seems they were right because
earlier while he was having lunch at Granny’s Diner, he had spotted none other
than the object of his obsession himself…
The boy had gotten a bit taller and even more beautiful. Those lovely brown
curls were longer and he had a bit of stubble (you had to squint to see but it
was definitely there) and his eyes were even more stunning than he remembered.
Killian’s body moved on its own accord and before he could gauge just how
creepy it would make him look, he’d called out to the boy and even stopped him
from leaving the diner despite the cold shoulder he was dealt. Just remembering
the scene now made Killian whimper quietly into his pillow. His mood was shot
by the rejection and he had gone back to the B&B after the incident. He’d been
laying in bed ever since. When the sun set, the rain began to pour and Killian
thought it fitting that the weather was channeling his emotions.
Bae hated him and he deserved it. He didn’t only look like some freaky stalker,
he was one. The boy was only right in denouncing him, effectively snapping
Killian back to his senses.
In the middle of his self-loathing, Killian heard the distinct sound of
knocking on his door. He sighed, debated on feigning sleep then let almost a
minute pass before he lazily rolled out of bed to see who it was who decided to
bother him.
TBC...
Chapter End Notes
     I was looking for a song that would suit this chapter, but after
     considering Kylie Minogue's Can't_Get_You_Out_of_My_Head, I couldn't
     stop laughing and just gave up looking for a theme song.
***** That Time Bae Stopped Running (and somebody got to keep him) *****
Chapter Summary
     Someone surrenders to their boner for hot older dudes while the hot
     older dude admits to being a creeper.
Chapter Notes
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Cock-sucking taught Bae two things: One, that he liked guys; Two, that he
wouldn't take up whoring to save his life. 
His fifteen-year-old self learned that the rough-handling of a man was what
turned him on the most. Maybe he was a closet masochist or maybe he was just
weird. He didn't really bother psycho-analyzing the reason behind it. The
trucker that had handled him then was indeed rough but unfortunately, he was
also a disgusting slob. Someone who bathed on a regular basis would have made
the experience worth remembering at least. 
His seventeen-year-old self subsequently learned that even if the trucker was
insanely attractive, kind and had good hygiene, going down on someone as
payment for their generosity was still degrading. Especially if you immediately
split after the deed. It was no different from seedy transactions that went on
in male toilets and dirty bars. He felt filthy and ashamed as he sat by his
mother’s grave that fateful morning he parted with Killian. And he continued to
feel dirty when later on, he’d find himself jerking off to memories of the
blue-eyed man. 
Bae had never hitched a ride or paid for anything with his mouth again.
Sleeping around with strangers seemed tempting but he swore off the reckless
path now that he lived on his own. He gave actual relationships a try and
currently had two ex-boyfriends in his wake. The latest of them he kind of
liked a lot but the boy cheated on him. The amount of drama stirred up by it
caused their break-up. The experience kind of discouraged him from trying
again.
He’d never forgotten Killian.
He toyed with the idea that maybe he didn’t just like men, but he liked older
men. Guys his age were tiresome to deal with. The problem was that he couldn’t
seem to muster enough courage to approach guys older than him. Somehow, he knew
he wouldn’t be motivated enough unless they had blue eyes, a scruff and a warm,
gentle voice. 
When the door to Killian’s room opened, Bae saw the older male standing at the
doorway looking slightly disheveled and no-less attractive. Killian called out
his name and all he could say in response was a wary, Hey.
Without the diner’s crowd and without Owen, he didn’t need to be paranoid about
eavesdroppers. His irrational fear of the little town discovering that he used
to whore himself to truckers (Two doesn’t make me a whore. He reminded himself)
was non-existent. So when Killian invited him in the room and dragged the chair
over for him to sit in, he obliged. 
Killian was really here. He wasn’t a figment of Bae’s imagination. What he saw
earlier that day wasn’t an apparition and he now felt ashamed at how coldly he
brushed the older man aside. While Bae allowed the realization to sink in, the
trucker had briefly retreated to the bathroom to make himself presentable. Once
he’d emerged, Bae spoke up and those blue eyes focused on him. 
“I’m sorry about this morning.” He said, “I panicked.” 
For a moment Killian just stared at him but the man broke the silence with a
cough and then rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. 
“It was my fault, I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have called out to you in
public like that…” 
Bae noted that his looks weren’t the only things that hadn’t changed. Killian
was still as polite and courteous with him as before. Seeing him reminded Bae
of the night he spent looking out the window of a tall truck,  lulled to sleep
by classic tunes sung at a low volume. 
The younger man debated on arguing who was at fault, but he had a feeling it
would devolve into a long, awkward exchange of apologies. Instead he sighed and
let his eyes roam around the room, allowing his shoulders to relax. 
“What brings you back in town?” He tries for casual conversation. It was his
responsibility seeing as he was the one who’d barged in here. “I moved out from
here around two years ago. It’s a funny coincidence that I’d see you during one
of my visits.” 
“Oh.” Killian replied, eyes widening. Bae watched as he walked closer to sit at
the edge of the bed. Their faces were now level with each other’s. Killian
seemed to struggle with his next words. 
“I uh, had some routes that passed by here a few times each year.” His eyes
flicked to Bae’s face and then at the empty space next to his chair, “But today
I was looking—hoping— to see you.” 
Bae’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. His heart jumped at the admission even if
he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. Pursing his lips, he opened his mouth to
speak but closed it again when he realized he didn’t have anything to say.
Killian sensed he was at a loss so he took it as a cue to keep on talking. 
“This town reminded me of you. It made me wonder if you were all right. If you
ever got back home safe and if you ever… patched things up with your dad.” The
more he talked the more his confidence waned. He didn’t know if bringing up
Bae’s father was too personal. His thoughts were cut short by Bae’s laugh
though. 
“You wanted to see if I was okay?” Bae had a disbelieving smile as he eyed
Killian, “Why? I was just some weird kid who didn’t even know how to properly
give a blow job.” 
“Hey now…” Killian started, his voice firmer than he intended. He halted his
words before he could tell Bae how his lips alone were enough to fuel a couple
of night’s worth of racy fantasies. He decided it was inappropriate even if it
was a compliment. Killian blushed while the younger man continued to laugh. Bae
was older and taller now but when he laughed he looked just as young as before.
Killian settled for smiling back. 
“Seriously, why are you really in town?” Bae asked once his laughter had died
down. 
Killian supposed the truth was hard to believe. But how to go about asserting
it without letting on about his unhealthy obsession? He rubbed at his chin and
bit down on his lower lip. Then he stared at the floor as he contemplated what
to say next. With a shrug and a dismissive wave of his hand, he tried for more
honesty. 
“I really am just here to see you, Baelfire.” 
There it was again: his name from Killian’s lips. It made Bae’s eyes narrow
slightly at the shiver it sent through him. He frowned, unable to detect the
lie in the other man’s statement. His heart was beating faster now and he had
to swallow to clear the pressure in his ears. 
“To get me to pay the money I owe you?” He tried. 
“No.” Killian was quick to answer, almost cutting his question off, “No… just
to see you. See how you were.” 
Bae exhaled and nodded slowly. He couldn’t decide if he should ask more
questions or pretend to understand. It prompted Killian to explain himself
further. 
“I ran away once, like you. Only I didn't return home and well… life can get
pretty tough when you live on your own at a young age. I just wanted to make
sure you weren’t miserable like I was.” He said without much emotion, “I’m
sorry. I know it’s strange since I don’t really know you. Anyway, I’ll be
leaving tomorrow and I promise I won't bother you again...” 
“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Bae repeated, surprised at how that detail was what
alarmed him the most. He recalled what he read at the register downstairs. The
record indicated that Killian had been here nearly a week already and Bae had
no reason to ask him to stay longer. Killian would soon return to being some
stranger in his dreams again and Bae would go back to fixating over memories of
him. It all seemed rather pathetic but that was his life. 
“Thank you.” Bae nodded, reining in his emotions, “I never properly thanked you
for what you did for me back then.” 
It was Killian’s turn to laugh while shaking his head, “You’ve thanked me
enough. More than necessary, even.” 
The older male pressed his lips together when the insinuation slipped. 
“Seeing you has put me at ease.” He steered the conversation back on track,
"You look good." 
The corner of Bae’s lips quirked upwards and he fought a blush. He resisted the
urge to say that Killian himself looked like he hadn’t aged a day. 
The rain outside had slowed to a trickle and as he glanced out the window, Bae
got a crazy idea. 
“Since you’re leaving tomorrow and you were kind enough to check up on me,” He
held his smile, “Would you like to grab a bite? My treat this time.” 
Before Killian could protest, Bae held up his hand and continued, “But not at
the diner. Too many people there I know that I don’t want to explain myself to.
How about the pub?” 
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The night had gone way better than Killian could have ever hoped.
He was sat across the booth from Bae who refused to back down from his offer to
pay for their meals. Killian countered with an offer to pay for drinks at least
until Bae relented. They had both skipped dinner and so they ate heartily in
the dim tavern as they struggled to try and work up a conversation. It proved
to be difficult at first but their genuine intrigue for each other’s lives
helped ease them into a more natural exchange. Where Bae was cold and distant
earlier, he seemed to open up more now that they were alone. The frustration
that his seventeen-year-old self possessed was now almost imperceptible. 
“You’re not really a trucker?” Bae echoed before taking a swig from his second
mug of beer. 
“I’m a mechanic with my own garage and everything. But sometimes I drive trucks
for a living. I know how to sail a ship too. You could say I know my way around
vehicles.” The older male smiled, his own mood lightened by the food and drink.
Mostly it was lifted by Bae’s smiles and laughter. The boy really did seem less
restrained now and he had a certain glow that made him even more attractive in
Killian's eyes. 
“Wow." Bae nodded, impressed, "That's pretty cool…”  He said, licking his lips.
Killian blushed, tearing his gaze away from the sight. He found he was weak
against Bae’s lip-licking. When he saw those lips red and gleaming like that,
he remembered the kiss they once shared and how they felt around a certain body
part of his. He knew the yearning was only a reaction that accompanied the
memory but he couldn't tell himself to stop thinking about it. Still, he was
careful to not stare and look impolite. 
Bae went on to tell Killian that he was still a bit cross about his father but
they were on better terms now that they weren’t living together. 
“I'm currently renting  a room in some cheap apartment. I work part-time at a
record store while trying to get through college.” Bae shared, fiddling with
his napkin, “I’m much happier now.” Though I’m lonely. Bae continued in his
head. Another go at you in your truck might fix it for a while. I’ve improved
since last time. We can even make out longer afterwards if you'd like. Downing
the rest of his drink, Bae stopped himself from saying any of that out loud. He
wasn’t going to make a fool of himself again. Killian had been nothing but nice
and  proper to him. 
Although the roads were a bit muddy from the rain and the food wasn’t
exceptional, they still ended up enjoying themselves. They both tried to ignore
how the whole thing felt like a date.
Soon after, Bae realized he was more than just buzzed when he tripped on the
slippery concrete on his way to Killian’s red pickup. Luckily, Killian was at
his side and caught him in time. The taller man brought an arm to wrap around
Bae’s slender form and propped him up by holding on to his belt loops. Bae
mumbled a quiet “Sorry,” as he righted himself, his back resting against the
passenger side door. When he looked up again, he caught Killian staring at his
face intently. He blinked and wondered if he should point out the lack of
personal space. Instead, he remained quiet while his hand clutched unto the
older male’s shirt front. The tips of their noses were inches away from
touching. 
“Killian…” He breathed, saying the name out loud for the first time since their
reunion. 
Killian’s already fragile self-control fell apart at that. Slowly, giving Bae
ample time to move away or stop him, he leaned down to bring their lips
together. Bae met him halfway. Killian’s chest rumbled with a deep moan as the
feel of Bae’s mouth overwhelmed him. It felt like he had been waiting to taste
it again for years.
When Bae deepened the kiss, he answered with equal fervor. Opening his mouth,
Killian brought his other hand to lean on the truck for support; his forearm
pressed against the window’s glass. A minute or so later, they parted with
chests heaving and lips slick. Killian rested his forehead against Bae’s and
the boy now held unto Killian’s shirt with both fists. 
“I lied.” Killian swallowed when his breathing had normalized, “When I drove by
these past few years, it wasn't because of business…” 
Bae tilted his head up, urging the other man to meet his curious eyes. 
“I was a degenerate stalking around town to see you again. I-- I couldn’t get
you out of my head.” He said when they held each other’s gazes. Bae smirked in
reply. His nose and cheeks were pink and he was still trying to catch his
breath. 
“Please don’t run away again. At least give me your number?” Killian pleaded
softly. 
That tore a laugh from Bae which dissolved into fit of giggles, as if Killian
had just used a cheesy pick-up line on him. It was probably just the beer
making Bae so giggly though. Killian found that he loved that the boy was a
happy drunk. He only hoped Bae wasn’t too drunk to take his request seriously
because he was very serious. 
When Bae looked back up at him, he met Killian with a question. 
“So you really kept coming back here—for me?” He asked, one brow arched. 
Killian gave a deep sigh, “I know you don’t believe it, but yes. For the third
time, Baelfire: Yes.” There was exasperation in his voice but he was smiling
and his eyes were twinkling. 
“I couldn’t get you out of my head either.” Bae fluttered his lashes at him.
Killian took it as permission to kiss him some more. They would have gone on
longer if they weren’t interrupted by some guy yelling from behind, telling
them to, Get a goddamn room. 
Bae raised his middle finger at the direction of the voice without taking his
eyes away from Killian’s face. He was grinning and his hands loosened its hold
on the older male’s shirt. 
“He's right though.” Bae said, "So… your room or mine?"
He was grateful that Killian wasn’t inebriated like him. That way he could
drive them back  safely and they could get back to the inn faster. 
Killian’s eyes darkened with desire at his question. He immediately
straightened up and fumbled for the keys in his pocket.
“Mine.” He whispered gruffly as he leaned close again and unlocked the
passenger side door behind Bae. He pulled the door open, gave Bae one last peck
on the lips before seeing to it that the boy was seated properly inside. Then
he rushed over to the driver's side.
The entire drive back, he exchanged heated glances with Bae while struggling to
concentrate on the road. When they finally parked back at the inn, he pointedly
kept his hands off the younger man until they had cleared the stairs. 
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Killian didn’t know it was possible to be even more taken by Bae until he had
stripped the boy of all that clothing. Every bare inch of him was beautiful. He
made sure to communicate that thought, demanding that Bae be on the receiving
end of his ministrations tonight.
“Forget me for now.” Killian reprimanded as he pulled Bae’s hand away from the
obvious bulge in his jeans, "Just lay back and relax."
He unbuttoned his fly but he gave no further attention to his own arousal. He
preferred to focus on kissing, touching and teasing every part of Bae he could
reach. The boy seemed resistant to the one-sided idea at first but once Killian
had slid down between his legs, his resistance ebbed. Killian skillfully
pleasured Bae with the younger man’s cock between his lips. He did his best to
make Bae lose control. Coating two of his thick fingers with spit, he worked
the boy open. Then he thrusted them in and out the boy’s gloriously tight hole
while sucking him off. It didn't take too long before Killian was rewarded with
a generous load of cum and an utterly sensuous wail of pleasure.
Only then did he remove the rest of his clothing so he could touch himself. Bae
watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Killian jerked off in front of him. Killian
held the boy’s gaze and when he felt Bae’s hand massaging his inner thigh, it
pushed him over the edge. Spilling over Bae’s front, his cum joined the cooling
pool on the younger man’s abdomen and chest. Bae idly ran a finger on the mess
and swiped his tongue over the sullied digit. With a grunt, Killian surged
forward and claimed his lips. Their kisses this time were more languid but
remained indulgent. Soon they were lying next to each other, still kissing and
not minding the post-orgasm mess. They caressed each other’s lips until it
almost hurt to do so and until they ran out of breath. When they finally
stopped, Killian nuzzled Bae’s neck and pulled the boy flush against him. 
“Are you still leaving tomorrow…?” Bae asked after the silence stretched,
filled only with the sound of their breathing.
“Not if you want me to stay.” Killian pulled back so he could bring a hand up
to stroke at Bae’s cheek, “I’m not in a hurry to leave you. Not after looking
for you for so long...”
Bae’s smile was almost sad. He still couldn’t fathom why anyone would do that;
why someone who barely knew him would do that. But he decided he would love to
figure the reason out over time.
“Well, I’d been running for some time… but you found me.” Bae whispered,
pulling Killan’s hand down to his lips. He lazily pressed a kiss to those
calloused fingers, “You know what they say: Finders keepers.”
With a laugh, Killian pulled him close. They held each other contentedly until
they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading this craziness until its conclusion guys. You're
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     inspired by Princess_Kurenai's pretty banners.)
     It was supposed to be kind of dark til the end but I made it fluff.
     There's already too much angst in the world lol.
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