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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
  Character:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, Baelfire, Rumpelstiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Additional Tags:
      Hookfire_-_Freeform, Hook_x_Bae, Bae_x_Hook
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-06 Completed: 2013-11-22 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7143
****** Wonderwall ******
by teamaequitas
Summary
     Hookfire Storybrooke AU in which a 14 year old Baelfire Gold has a
     relationship with his high school music teacher, Professor Killian
     Jones. Inspired by a prompt on Tumblr for Summer of Hookfire.
Notes
     Underage M/M Jail Baet. If you're not into it, don't read it.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Hello there, Bae,” Professor Killian Jones said with a smile as he opened the
door to greet his favorite student. Baelfire Gold was one of the freshmen in
Professor Jones’ music class at Storybrooke High and came to his home three
days a week for private music lessons.
“Hey, Professor,” the boy answered with a lopsided grin before turning to his
father. “Later, dad.”
“Bye, son,” Mr. Gold stated softly before turning to his son’s tutor with a
more stern face. “I’ll pick him up at 7 o’clock sharp,” the pawnbroker said
coolly.
 “As always,” Jones stated with just a hint of distaste behind the words. The
tutor and his student walked inside and shut the door behind them. Bae turned
to his teacher and walked towards him slowly, running a hand over his shoulder.
“So are we actually gonna practice music today or are we gonna fuck like
rabbits for two hours again?” Bae asked with a sinful smirk.
“Baelfire, language,” Jones chastised.
“Oh, please. I’m allowed to suck your dick, but I can’t say the ‘F-word’?” Bae
retorted, pulling the older man down by his collar for a fierce kiss. Jones
kissed back reluctantly. Always having a guilty conscience when the two of them
got together for about the first ten minutes before Bae convinced him
otherwise.
“Please just watch your mouth,” Jones stated calmly when they broke apart,
pushing some of Bae’s hair from his face.
“You sound like my dad,” Bae said with a roll of his eyes, swatting his
professor’s hand away and crossing his arms indignantly. When Jones didn’t
reply and only shrugged passively, Bae gave him a scrutinizing look.
“What?” he asked, eyeing his teacher cautiously.
“Nothing. C’mon,” Killian shrugged and began walking towards the practice room.
“No, what?” Bae asked, tugging on his professor’s arm. “What was that look?”
Killian sighed audibly and looked to Bae.
“It’s just…I wouldn’t mind if you…saw me as a father figure, is all,” Killian
shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. Bae felt his jaw drop slightly as
he lowered his eyes at him incredulously.
“…The father that I fuck three times a week,” Bae stated dryly.
“Baelfire!”
“What?! Why? Why do you care so much? They’re just words!” the teenager
insisted.
“Because you’re more intelligent than that!” Professor Jones exclaimed, perhaps
too loudly. Bae’s resulting flinch crushed his heart. The music teacher knew
the boy’s abysmal father yelled at him all too often. “You can find other ways
to express yourself,” he said more calmly, an apologetic look in his eye as he
bent down to capture Bae’s soft lips in a kiss. “And if I’m to be the one
responsible for you sexual corruption, I refuse to partake in the corruption of
your language,” Jones said when he pulled away with a shrug.
“You’re not corrupting me. I know what I’m doing!” Bae retaliated, rolling his
eyes. He turned to walk into the practice room, slipping off his coat. “And you
didn’t make me start cursing; the public school system did that.”
Jones laughed lightly with a nod of his head. Some of the students had mouths
worse than sailors, it was true. He followed Bae into the room cupped his
cheek, looking into the big brown eyes he’d fallen for. Those eyes were always
alight with such passion. That same passion that had convinced the once
straight-edged Killian Jones to have sex with his fourteen year old student.
“I know. I know, Baelfire,” the teacher said, running a hand through his
student and lover’s hair before kissing him softly. “But we are going to
practice today. We can…play later,” Professor Jones said with a quirk of his
eyebrow. “If you get some good work done,” he mused, lightly touching the boy’s
nose.
“Oh, yes, Professor Jones. I promise to be a good boy,” Bae charmed with a
playful smirk before seating himself at the piano bench. Jones grinned and
picked up his guitar, sitting on the stool next to Bae.
“All right. Wonderwall, from the top?” the teacher asked, stretching out his
fingers before resting them on the guitar.
“Yeah,” Bae nodded with a smile, setting his hands on the keys he needed,
waiting for his instructor’s cue. Jones tapped his foot and began strumming out
the classic tune on his guitar for a few beats before starting in with the
vocals.
“Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you. By now, you
should have somehow realized what you gotta do. I don’t believe that anybody
feels the way I do about you now…,” Mr. Jones strummed, cueing in Bae with a
nod of his head to start on the piano and sing the next verse.
“Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out,” Bae
began, his deft fingers splaying across the ivory keys naturally, sending a
surge of pride through his professor. “I'm sure you've heard it all before but
you never really had a doubt. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
about you now…”
The two sang and played the bridge together, building up to the classic chorus.
“Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me. And after all, you're my
wonderwall,” they sang in unison, stealing loving glances at one another and
sharing shy smiles. For all the attitude Bae put up about actually practicing
during their lessons, he really did enjoy making music with his professor. It
was a special blend of bonding with the other man on a deeper level than most
people, and being hugely turned on. The way Jones played guitar and the sound
of his voice made Bae’s heart flutter and his cock stir in his pants.
They finished out the song together, Professor Jones’ strums dimming down to
near nothingness as Bae’s hands played out the last few bars of the song. The
teacher couldn’t hide his smile at the sight of the talented young boy playing
the piano, eyes closed, face at peace, truly feeling the music inside him. He
really was a natural. Bae finished the tune, holding out the last note until he
was satisfied and opened his eyes slowly to see his instructor admiring him.
“How was that?” the boy asked, turning to his professor and searching his blue
eyes for assurance. Something he very rarely received from his own father.
“Beautiful, Bae. Truly,” Killian said genuinely and opened his arms, motioning
for the teenager to come into them. They hugged for a long, sweet moment,
Killian rubbing his young lover’s back until Bae pulled his head back to rest
his forehead against his teacher’s.
“I love you,” the boy murmured nervously. They’d said the phrase before, but
Bae still had a twinge of fear every time he said it. Like Killian would
suddenly not return his love; take it back and abandon him. Jones nuzzled the
boy’s face, letting his eyes slide closed with a soft smile. He would never
tire of hearing Bae’s sweet mouth utter those words.
“I love you, Baelfire,” he said honestly, opening his eyes to meet the boy’s
brown ones. Killian lightly drug his knuckles along Bae’s cheek before tucking
his pointer finger under his chin and bringing him up for a soft kiss. There
was always the strangest twinge of familiarity when the two kissed. It produced
certain sensations that neither could really explain like the smell of the
ocean and the sound of gulls.
The teenager’s pulse surged as he wrapped his arms around Jones’ neck to deepen
their passion. He opened his mouth to the professor, moaning unabashedly when
Killian’s tongue invaded his mouth, caressing the length of his own tongue with
expertise. Bae was becoming a better kisser as well. When they’d first started
the physical aspects of their relationship, Bae had been rather inexperienced
with kissing and was too hasty with his movements. Not that Killian had minded,
it was adorable actually. But the more they practiced, the better he got and
was already successfully getting his teacher hard.
“Mmph,” Killian sounded, attempting to interject their kiss despite Bae’s
persistence. “Bedroom. Now,” he managed to get out between the teenager’s
searing lips. He nodded and Killian could feel him smile. They stood and Bae
jumped, wrapping his legs around Killian’s torso, his mouth an ever present
heat on his teacher’s. Killian’s arms went under Bae’s bottom for a better grip
as he carried the boy up the small flight of stairs to his bedroom, the boy’s
mouth moving down his older lover’s neck as they walked.
Jones flung open his door with a groan and lay down on the bed with Bae under
him. He kissed his way down the boy’s jawline, neck and down to his collarbone
as his fingers went under Bae’s shirt and pulled it up and off of him, tossing
it aside. Bae’s shaking hands moved to his teacher’s shirt buttons, fumbling
with them a bit before finally unhooking the last one and sliding the shirt off
Killian’s body. The teenager let his fingers run up and down Jones’ chest,
running through his chest hair greedily, causing a moan from his teacher. Bae
idly played with the silver necklace that was always around his professor’s
neck and looked up at him innocently from beneath his eyelashes.
“Want me to go down on you?” the boy asked in an all too sweet tone and bit his
lower lip, knowing the effect it had on Killian.
“Only if you want…you don’t have to,” Killian stated as he stared at Bae’s
lips, though he didn’t sound or look very convincing at all. Bae smirked
knowingly and sat up. That was always the answer, but Bae knew better.
“I want to,” he said, moving his teacher to sit at the edge of the bed. His
hands went to the older man’s belt, undoing it and slipping off Killian’s pants
and boxers in one movement, freeing his restrained cock. Bae stared at it with
a sense of pride; he was already hard and they’d barely started. It made him
almost giddy that he had such an effect on his lover.
The boy positioned himself on his knees between the man’s legs and took his
member in his soft hand, glancing up at Killian before dragging his tongue from
the base of his cock, upwards and then wrapping his lips around it completely.
Killian inhaled sharply and let out a low moan as Bae bobbed his head up and
down his dick. His hand moved to Bae’s hair, tangling his fingers in the soft
locks and pushing down on his head slightly. Bae was getting better at this,
too.
“Baelfire,” Killian groaned, his head lolling backwards. The sound of Killian’s
moans of pleasure only encouraged Bae to suck harder and take the man deeper
into his mouth. Jones knew he wouldn’t last much longer if the boy kept at it.
“Bae,” he growled, pulling up on the student’s head. “Bae, please. I can’t…I
can’t keep…,” the professor trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentence
with the boy’s hot mouth still around him. Bae understood though and released
his professor’s cock with a satisfying smack and smiled wryly up at his
teacher, proud of himself. “Fuck,” Killian breathed, trying to regain himself.
“Language, Killian,” Bae teased with a smug grin, slowly crawling on top of
him.
“Oh, shut it,” Killian smiled, pulling the boy down onto him to capture his
lips while his hands worked at removing his jeans and boxers. Once gone,
Killian rolled his young lover onto his back and kissed him softly once. “You
sure you still wa--,”
“Stop asking,” Bae interrupted, putting a finger on Killian’s lips to hush him.
“Yes, I’m sure. Always have been. You don’t have to keep asking, okay?” Bae
didn’t remove his finger so Killian only nodded. “Okay,” he smiled and dropped
his hand. The professor leaned back on his knees and reached for his
nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lubricant he kept there. He poured a dab
onto his fingers and capped the bottle, setting it back on the stand before
rubbing the substance between his fingers to warm it up and applying it gently
to Bae’s entrance.
Bae’s breaths came ragged and shaky as Killian positioned himself to enter him.
The more they did this, the less uncomfortable it became for Bae, but he still
got a little nervous when this part came. He took a deep, calming breath and
looked up into his professor’s blue eyes, giving every ounce of trust and love
he had to him. He indicated with a nod that he was ready and Killian slowly
pushed himself inside the boy, bending down to kiss him as he did, swallowing
the teenager’s soft gasps.
Jones slowly began pumping him, his hand slipping between their bodies to grab
Bae’s member, stroking its hardness as he picked up the pace. Bae wrapped his
legs around Killian’s torso and thrust his hips upwards to meet the older man’s
movements.
“Yes,” Bae moaned and ran his fingers upwards through Killian’s chest hair and
wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close so their foreheads rested
against each other. Killian could feel his own release building and tightened
his grip on Bae’s cock, pumping it faster so that they could come together.
“Professor,” Bae whimpered, tightening his grip on the man as his sounds became
louder and more frantic.
Killian growled loudly and threw his head back, coming hard and fast. “Oh,
Baelfire!” he exclaimed loudly, his orgasm exploding like fireworks through his
whole body. He continued pumping his young lover as he rode out the waves of
his release and looked down to watch the beautiful boy reach his own peak. Bae
called out loudly again and again, writhing beneath his lover with ecstasy as
his own seed spilled onto his stomach. Killian kissed his student lovingly as
the final ebbs of his orgasm subsided and their heart rates slowed.
When they finally caught their breath and were able to think clearly again,
Killian pulled out of Bae and rolled to his side, reaching over for his tissue
box so they could clean up a bit. Once satisfied, Bae tucked himself under
Killian’s arm, resting his head on the man’s chest. He sighed contently as he
ran his hand over his professor’s chest and listened to his heartbeat, both of
them basking in the afterglow of their love making. Killian idly traced
patterns into Bae’s back, savoring the softness of the young man’s skin.
“Where’d you get the necklace?” Bae asked, toying with charms on the silver
chain his teacher always wore that depicted a skull and crossbones and a pirate
sword.
“Hm?” Killian sounded, coming back from his train of thought. He lifted his
head to look at Bae who held up the charms so he could see with a quizzical
look. “Oh,” the professor said, and thought for a moment. “…You know, I
honestly don’t remember,” he stated, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I’ve
just always had it,” he shrugged, taking Bae’s hand in his and bringing it to
his lips for a kiss. Bae seemed to accept the answer. He had a few things that
were like that, too. Things that were always there, but he couldn’t quite
remember how they got there.
Bae laid his head back down on Killian’s chest and inhaled deeply, still toying
with the charms as his young head buzzed with a thought that he’d meant to
bring up to Killian for a while now, but was too nervous to approach it. “So…,”
Bae started, keeping his head down so he didn’t have to look at his professor.
He took a deep breath and started again. “So they legalized gay marriage here
in Maine,” he said quickly, slamming his eyes shut as he awaited the older
man’s response.
Killian froze, his eyes widening as Bae’s words hit him. His thoughts swarmed
his head with all the implications this conversation had and what the boy could
be leading up to. He took a steadying breath, reminding himself that it was
important that Bae feel free to be open with him and speak freely without
judgment. “Aye,” he sighed out his breath and began tracing patterns on Bae’s
back again. “That they did.”
Bae felt his heart pounding desperately within his chest, as if it wanted to
escape. He bit his lip and continued the conversation. “Did…did you vote for
it?” he asked, his voice wavering.
“Yes,” Killian answered truthfully, wondering what Bae was getting at. Was he
already thinking about such things as marriage? With him, no less? He supposed
many teenagers thought about that sort of thing with their boyfriends and
girlfriends that they claimed to love, but truly didn’t know the difference
between love and hormones. Killian suddenly felt scummy. He often did when he
thought too much about his and Bae’s relationship. He knew he loved Bae with
all his heart, but if anyone ever found out about them, he’d be deemed a
pedophile, or a statutory rapist. He’d lose his job and be thrown in jail. His
stomach lurched at the thought and he pulled Bae just a little bit closer. The
thought of losing the boy scared him more than he’d care to admit. What were
they going to do with this relationship anyway? Continue fucking three times a
week ‘til Bae turns 18 and run off together? The idea didn’t repulse him, but
he also knew these were important years to explore love and relationships and
have fun. He didn’t want to hold Bae back from those experiences.
“I would have to,” Bae said with a nod, pulling Killian back to reality. “I
think that…if two people love each other, they should be allowed to get
married…if they want.” Bae finally gathered the courage to pop his head up and
look at his music teacher. “Don’t you?” he asked, pulling his bottom lip
between his teeth nervously as he searched his lover’s eyes.
Killian nodded slowly, a lump of emotion forming in his throat. “Yes,” he
agreed, lifting a hand to stroke Bae’s handsome face. Bae smiled softly,
deciding to drop the conversation there. He wanted to discuss it more; tell his
teacher about how he often fantasized about running off with him, eloping and
getting a boat so they could just sail and live out their days together,
happily ever after. But perhaps that was something he should keep to himself
for now. Instead, he elected to lower his head and kiss Killian softly.
Their lips moved together in slow, passionate movement for a long while, each
of them pouring as much love as they could into the kiss. When they finally
broke, Bae tucked his face into the crook of Jones’ neck, a smile playing at
his lips. Killian turned his head to glance at his alarm clock and sighed.
“6:45, love,” Killian said, unable to hide his disappointment. “Time to start
getting dressed.” Bae groaned loudly and reluctantly pulled himself from his
professor’s arms. His face was so pathetic and pouty that Killian had to laugh.
“Aww, Bae,” he chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the boy’s cheek. “It’s gonna
be okay, c’mon.”
The two dressed together, wandering about the bedroom to find discarded
clothing items and putting them back on. Killian ran a hand through Bae’s hair,
taming the post-sex muss with a grin before taking the student’s hand in his
and leading him downstairs, knowing Mr. Gold would be there at any minute. At
the bottom of the stairs, Bae wrapped his arms around Killian in a tight hug,
burying his face in the man’s chest.
“I don’t want to go back with him. I hate it there,” the boy said, his voice
muffled by the professor’s shirt.
“I know,” Killian said, his heart breaking as he wrapped his arms tight around
Bae. He wished for all the world that there was something he could do. But Mr.
Gold was the most powerful man in town and it’s not like any jury would ever
look favorably upon their relationship. “I know,” Killian said again and
sighed, kissing the top of his head. “But I’ll see you in school tomorrow and
we have lessons Friday. You can do it. You’re strong.”
Bae nodded his head against Killian’s chest and exhaled loudly. “Yeah.” They
soon heard the sound of Mr. Gold’s Cadillac pulling up in the driveway and
Killian squeezed him a bit tighter, treasuring their final seconds together.
“I love you, Bae,” the professor murmured softly as they heard the car door
slam outside.
“I love you, too,” Bae said and quickly pulled his face up, standing on his
tippy toes for a final kiss goodbye. Their hearts raced as their lips met and
the familiar tap, tap of Gold’s cane echoed outside. They broke apart just as
there was a knock at the door. Killian gave a final squeeze to Bae’s hand
before letting go and opening the door.
“Mr. Gold,” the professor greeted him with forced politeness. “Right on time.”
“Always am, Jones,” Mr. Gold stated with a scowl before turning to his boy.
“Ready, son?”
“Yep,” Bae said, perfectly cool as he slipped on his coat. “See you tomorrow,
professor,” he waved with the smallest smile as he walked out the door with his
father.
“See you tomorrow, Bae,” Killian said and shut the door with a sigh.
Once situated, Gold started the car and began to back out of the driveway. “How
was your lesson?” he asked as he turned the steering wheel. Bae successfully
kept his façade, hiding all traces of happiness or adoration and shrugged.
“It was fine, I guess.”
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     A bad storm hits Storybrooke while Bae is at his tutor's house and he
     is forced to spend the night.
Chapter Notes
     Heavy, heavy daddy!kink smut ahead. You've been warned.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
            “It’s supposed to be the worst storm Storybrooke’s seen in a
decade,” Professor Killian Jones said to his student, Baelfire Gold, as he
watched the TV, fuzzy from the storm’s interference. They’d been practicing
music for about forty-five minutes when the typical Storybrooke rain had turned
into a full-on storm. Bae walked to the couch where his teacher sat, climbing
over the back of it and sliding in behind the older man.
“Yeah?” Bae asked as he rested his chin on Killian’s shoulder and wrapped his
arms around his waist, watching the woman on the fuzzy television telling them
to stay inside and take precautions in case the power went out.
“Yeah,” Killian answered, eyes transfixed on the screen. Rain pounded against
the small home in an almost deafening manner, even though it wasn’t even six
p.m. yet, the sky outside was a deep gray, nearly black. The only light
appeared was every few minutes when lightning would split the skies followed by
a bone-rattling boom of thunder. Bae buried his head in the center of Killian’s
back, enjoying the feel of the professor’s soft navy blue sweater on his face
and his deep manly scent. The sound of the storm made him want to be closer to
his love, to stay inside and make love so loud it’d give the thunder a run for
its money.
“Killiannnn,” Bae drew out, kissing over the man’s back and shoulders.
“What, my love?” the professor asked absently, still staring at the TV screen
with concern, despite the fact that it was cutting in and out from the storm.
Bae let out a huff of frustration and moved himself so he was sitting right in
his teacher’s lap, straddling him. The teenager took the older man’s face
between both his hands. “Ba--!” was all Killian was able to get out before he
was forced into a fierce kiss. Killian was taken aback at first from the boy’s
abruption, but eventually gave in, kissing him back.
They broke apart, slightly breathless. “Are you ready to pay attention to me
now?” Bae asked sternly.
“I was just trying to watch and see--,” Killian tried to explain but was cut
off.
“You know what she’s saying?” Bae asked, a small frown lining his features as
he reached for the remote beside them. “That there’s a bad storm outside,” he
stated, pressing the power button to the remote and turning off the television.
“We can see that by looking out a window.”
“But, Baelfire,” Killian tried again.
“And you know what that means?” Bae interrupted once more. “That my father
might want to pick me up early. So we should enjoy our time together,” he
stated firmly, grabbing his tutor’s hands placing them on his hips. Killian
raised an eyebrow at the boy as if he suddenly understood. Bae chuckled and
pulled the other man in for another kiss as the storm raged on outside the
house. They kissed fervently for a long while, pulling at each other’s clothes
and letting out breathy moans. They barely noticed when another lightning
strike hit close to the house and effectively knocked out their power.
They pulled apart for a moment, looking about at the darkness now surrounding
them. “Oops,” Bae stated with a chuckle. Killian let out his own chuckle as
well before he was pulled in for more of the boy’s hot mouth, effectively
making his jeans tighter. Bae slowly moved his kisses down Killian’s jaw and
neck as he slid off of his professor’s lap and onto his knees on the floor
between the man’s legs. Killian inhaled sharply as Bae began to undo his jeans.
That was when his cell phone started ringing.
Killian growled with frustration, reaching for his phone sitting on the arm of
the couch. “Hold that thought, Bae,” he instructed. “It’s your father.” He
cleared his throat before answering. “Mr. Gold…”
But Bae did not hold that thought. Instead, he continued undoing his
professor’s pants as if nothing had changed, earning an incredulous look from
Killian who spoke to the boy’s father.
“Yes, we’ve lost power here too,” the older man said, trying to swat away Bae’s
hands as he pulled his cock free of his boxers. ‘Stop!’ Killian mouthed
silently to Bae who only smirked, wrapping his hand around the man’s hardness.
“Uhh-huh!” the professor muttered out, trying to cover up his sound of pleasure
from Bae with a normal phrase. “Supposed to be the worst storm of the decade.”
Killian could barely contain himself when his young lover let his tongue drag
from the tip to the base of his cock and back. “Yess! Yes, it’s gotten very
bad,” he cleared his throat, desperately trying to push Bae away with no luck.
The boy’s face plastered with a smug smile. “Oh, yeah he’s right here…,”
Killian trailed off, handing the phone to Bae with an irritated face. “Your
father wants to talk to you.”
The professor had hoped that Bae would stop his antics whilst talking to his
father, but he had no such luck. “Hey, Papa,” Bae stated casually, pumping his
hand up and down his teacher’s cock. “No, it’s fine. The weather lady said to
stay inside,” he continued talking, darting his tongue out to lick Killian
silently, causing the professor to throw his head back in both frustration and
ecstasy, giving up on stopping his young love. “No, really. Stay home. I don’t
want you going out in this. The roads are flooded and you know how bad your leg
gets when it rains. I can stay here. Professor Jones has a couch I can sleep
on, it’s no big deal. You can come get me in the morning when this clears up.”
He paused a moment, listening to his father while his hand still moved firmly
up and down Killian’s hardness. “Right... Yeah, 8 o’clock sharp... Sounds good…
Yeah, see you tomorrow… Bye.”
Bae hung up the phone tossing it onto the armchair next to him as he looked up
to his tutor innocently, his hand still continuing its work. “Looks like I get
to spend the night with you, Professor,” Bae smirked, enjoying his teacher’s
exasperated expression all too much. “Just what are we gonna do with all this
time together?” Abruptly, Killian grabbed Bae by both his wrists and heaved him
up into his lap with surprising force, earning a gasp from the teenager.
“Just what the hell do you think you were doing? You’re going to get us
caught!” Killian said sternly, trying his best not to look like he was
incredibly turned on. It apparently didn’t work. Bae only smiled that damned
infuriatingly innocent smile of his and leaned in to trail kisses down his
jawline and neck.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he murmured into the older man’s skin. “Was that naughty of
me?” Killian’s brows furrowed together at the boy’s words, despite how nice his
lips felt. He grabbed Bae by his shoulders and pulled him away so he could look
in his eyes, even in the dim lighting.
“Daddy?” Killian questioned, confusion lining his features.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” Bae chimed, his eyes burning into Killian’s
with lust. “You’re the one that said you wouldn’t mind if I saw you as a father
figure.” Bae’s smirk turned sinful as he watched the man consider this fact.
Killian raised one eyebrow at his young lover, his lips twitching into an
almost-smile. “And do you know what daddies get to do when their boys are
naughty?” he asked, leaning in close to Killian’s ear so his lips could ghost
over it with each word. “They get to punish them.”
Killian growled as Bae ground his hips down into his. He couldn’t take it
anymore. In a flash, the teacher moved them so Bae was underneath him on the
couch. He grabbed both of the boy’s wrists, pinning them above his head with
one hand as his lips moved to crush against Bae’s with bruising force. Bae
tried to kiss back eagerly, wishing he could use his arms and hands, but
actually loving that he couldn’t. It was rare when he could get Killian like
this. Forceful and demanding. Bae loved every second of it. He wrapped his legs
around the teacher’s waist, bucking his hips against the man’s already exposed
cock.
Another fierce growl ripped through Killian’s throat and he released Bae’s
hands to rip the boy’s shirt off over his head. He roughly kissed his way down
the young man’s chest, making extra sure to use his scruff to his advantage.
When he reached Bae’s jeans he wasted no time unbuttoning them and ripping them
away along with his boxers. Pleased to see his love was already plenty hard,
Killian gripped the teenager’s cock before abruptly wrapping his mouth around
it.
Bae called out loudly as his professor began sucking his cock. Normally it was
Bae who was doing this for Killian, but he couldn’t be happier to accept it.
“Killian!” Bae moaned loudly, his hands moving to tug at the man’s hair
roughly. “Holy fuck!” he gasped, earning a grunt and a firm smack on the side
of his bottom from Killian. “Right, language. Sorry,” Bae breathed, his heart
racing.
Killian finally released him from his mouth and sat back, ripping off his own
shirt and pulling his pants off the rest of the way. He grabbed Bae by one arm,
hauling him up ‘til they were chest to chest on their knees on the couch. They
kissed fiercely for another long moment, all moans and grunts as Bae moved his
hand to pull at Killian’s member. He groaned loudly, pulling away from his
young love.
“Turn,” Killian commanded, his voice deep and rolling with lust. Bae did as he
was told, turning so he was leaning over the back of the couch, his back to
Killian. He turned his head so he could see the older man position himself
behind him. Killian wet his fingers with his saliva and moved to rub Bae’s
entrance since the lube was all the way up in his room. “Call me ‘daddy’
again,” he growled, leaning down to press kisses along Bae’s smooth back as his
hand still rubbed him.
“Daddy!” Bae moaned out. “Uhn, yes! Give it to me, Daddy,” the student cried,
pushing against Killian’s hand. The professor couldn’t deny that he loved the
name and this was some of the roughest sex they’d had. He could get used to it.
Finally, he pushed himself inside his young lover, both of them crying out in
ecstasy. “You were a naughty boy today, weren’t you, Baelfire?” Killian grunted
as began moving in and out of Bae.
“Y-Yes, Daddy, I was. V-Very naughty,” Bae tried to play along, utterly lost in
pure lust. Killian delivered a firm slap to Bae’s bottom, causing the young man
to cry out more.
“Bad boys get spankings,” Killian groaned, shaking his head in an attempt to
clear it. He wouldn’t be able to keep playing for long. He was too close. Even
Bae had only managed to moan out a small ‘y-yes’. He wrapped one arm around
Bae’s chest and pulled him up so they were flesh on flesh, his hand resting at
the base of the boy’s throat. His other arm reached around to grip Bae’s
member, pumping it hard.
Within seconds the two of them were coming, crying out loudly against the
thunder and pounding rain of the storm. Screams of swears and the other’s names
filled the air as a flash of lightning lit the room harshly. Their bodies
sparked with flames, coursing through the both of them until they finally came
down from their highs, collapsing on the couch together. Bae crawled on top of
Killian, both of them breathing too heavily to speak. They laid together for a
few moments, just holding each other and clearing their heads. The room had
grown impossibly black save for a few lightning strikes and the storm outside
remained relentless.
“That was incredible,” Bae said finally, breaking the silence first. He turned
his head so he could rest his chin on Killian’s chest and look up at him
through the darkness.
“Aye,” Killian breathed with a small chuckle, rubbing Bae’s back. They were
silent for another moment, the boy idly playing with the charms on his
professor’s necklace as he often did. Killian breathed deeply, enjoying the
moment before he tucked his finger under Bae’s chin, pulling him up so they
could kiss, slow and sweet this time. “I love you, Baelfire Jones,” the
professor murmured against his lips, not realizing his mistake until it was too
late.
“…Jones?” Bae nearly whispered. His heart pounded in his chest and internally
thanked the darkness for hiding his surely bright red blush.
“I-I’m so sorry,” Killian stumbled out, trying to cover his mistake with
something believable. It was true that he’d thought about what Bae had said a
few months ago about gay marriage being legalized in their state. He’d be lying
if he said he hadn’t thought of that sort of future with the boy. “I…I wasn’t
thinking; it just slipped, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Bae assured him. “I-I kind of like it. ‘Baelfire Jones’…kinda
has a nice ring to it, yeah?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the man’s
jaw.
“Yeah,” Killian breathed with a small chuckle of relief. They laid in silence
for a few more minutes, both smiling in the darkness as they listened to the
other’s breathing mixed with the sounds of the storm.
“I don’t know about you, but I could go for some hot coco right about now,”
Baelfire said finally. “You got any?” Killian chuckled lightly at his love’s
question, pressing a small kiss to his hair before he considered the question.
“Actually…I think I do,” he answered. Coco did sound pretty good after all.
“And those little marshmallows?” Bae asked eagerly, earning another chuckle
from his love.
“And the little marshmallows.” The two got up but didn’t bother putting any
clothes on as they carefully made their way to the kitchen in the darkness.
After fumbling in the dark for a moment, Killian was able to find his matches
and light a few candles about the kitchen so they had a little light. Killian
found the coco packets and warmed up some water on the stove. The two lounged
against the marble island in the kitchen as they waited for the water to heat
up. It was intimate in a way they’d never been before; both nude but completely
comfortable, and able to spend so much time together. Much more than ever
before. The storm had turned out to be a true blessing. They talked about
everything and nothing as they drank their coco in the candle light, wearing
nothing but smiles.
Their second round of love making had come when Bae decided to start a
marshmallow war with his professor. The two threw the small soft candies at
each other, ducking and dodging them as they laughed and called out playful
battle cries. Killian chased him around the wooden table, throwing the puffs at
him until he finally caught the boy in his arms and kissed him senseless. They
made love on the table, totally lost in each other, and the feeling brought
back a strong sense of déjà vu. Not on a table in particular, but in a place of
darkness, surrounded by wood and only candle light with the sound of a storm
raging outside. Though both were sure it’d never happened before.
Somehow they finally made it to Killian’s bedroom late in the night. They’d
laid together, resting for a long moment before Baelfire spoke. “Killian?” he
asked softly. “Are you still awake?”
“I am, love,” the professor answered, though he admittedly sounded very tired.
Bae certainly knew how to wear him out.
“Please don’t go to sleep,” Bae said and Killian noticed the way his voice
broke.
“Bae?” Killian asked, sitting up slightly so he could try to see his love’s
face in the darkness. “Bae, what’s wrong?” he asked, gently running his hand
over the boy’s cheek.
“Please don’t go to sleep. If we sleep, the night will be over. Maybe if we
stay up, morning will never come and we can stay like this forever.” It was
obvious Bae was crying now and it broke Killian’s heart.
“Hey, hey,” he cooed, sitting up with the boy and pulling him into his arms.
“None of that, my love. No tears.” He pressed a kiss to his hair, wishing he
could protect Bae from whatever this was.
“I don’t want to go back, Killian. This…This was the best night of my life, and
I don’t want it to end! I’m sorry, I just don’t want to go back with him. I
love you. I want to stay with you. Please…,” Bae cried, burying his face in
Killian’s chest.
The professor’s heart felt like it was being shred to pieces. He knew Bae hated
his home life, and this had been one of the best nights of Killian’s life too,
but he couldn’t just take Bae away from Storybrooke. “I know, my boy, I know,”
he tried comforting him, pressing kisses to his head. “I’m sorry. I love you
too. But morning is going to come and we’re going to have to face it. We can
only enjoy the time we have now and cherish the memories. We have to wait it
out ‘til you’re old enough, Bae, or they’ll take you away from me.” Killian
cried now, too, holding his young love close. “I’ll die if they take you away
from me, Baelfire. I’ll die.”
Bae shook his head furiously, moving in the man’s lap so he could take his face
in both his hands. “No,” Bae stated firmly, regaining his emotions. “I won’t
let them. I’m not going anywhere.” With that, he crushed his lips to Killian’s
with as much fervency as he could muster with his tired body. It was then that
they made love a third and final time that night. It was slow and passionate,
and full of love and emotion. Killian was fairly certain it was the most
connected they’d ever been, physically and spiritually. There in his bed
through the most early hours of the morning as they whispered each other’s
names and breathed words of love and devotion to one another.
They laid in each other’s arms the rest of the morning, Killian’s arms around
Bae as the boy rested his head on his chest. At some point, the storm had died
down to a dull drizzle, patting lightly against the window panes. They laid
awake in silence, listening to their breathing, their heartbeats, and the soft
rain outside, only speaking to tell the other not to fall asleep.
“Stay awake,” Baelfire would whisper gently.
“I’m awake,” Killian would answer.
 
“Don’t go to sleep.”
“I won’t go to sleep.”
 
Slowly, sunlight began peeking through the clouds and pouring in through
Killian’s windows. His room became lit with a soft orange tint, sunbeams
highlighting the dust motes dancing calmly around them. Killian could feel Bae
breathing deeply in his arms, but wasn’t sure if the boy had fallen asleep.
Slowly, he turned his head to glance at his digital clock on the nightstand. 7:
15 A.M. Gold would be there in forty-five minutes.
“Bae,” Killian whispered, rubbing the boy’s shoulder lightly.
“I know,” the boy whispered back. He hadn’t been sleeping. “Five more minutes.
Please.” Killian could only nod and wait with him, holding him as close as
possible and reminiscing on their wonderful night. He was exhausted beyond
compare, but luckily it was Saturday and he had nowhere to be. Finally, Bae
stirred, taking a deep breath before turning and pressing a kiss to his
professor’s lips. “Thank you,” he breathed. Killian only reached his hand up to
cup Bae’s cheek gently and pull him in for another soft kiss.
The two dressed and Killian forced Bae to eat something despite his protests.
They had a good laugh about the marshmallows scattered about the kitchen floor
and played a quick song on the piano together before 8 o’clock rolled around.
Back to their usual routine, the two said their final romantic goodbyes by the
door as they heard Gold’s Cadillac pull up in the drive way.
“I love you, Bae.”
“I love you, too.”
They shared one last, sweet kiss before there was a knock at the door. Right at
8 o’clock. Gold and Jones exchanged painfully forced pleasantries and Bae waved
goodbye nonchalantly to Killian, thanking him for “letting him have the couch
for the night” before leaving with Gold under a black umbrella.
In the car, Gold took note of his son’s exhausted appearance. “Bae, are you all
right? You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.” Bae only nodded casually.
“Storm kept me up.”
Chapter End Notes
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