“Oh, I don’t. This was just the most convenient, the closest place.” Peter’s cheeks flushed as James tilted his chin up, and he hated it. He smiled despite this. “I could kill you too, Codfish. How many times do I have to say it?” His voice was soft, almost gentle.
"Well, sounds like we're at an impasse, then." James replied, voice low and almost soft as he spoke to Peter. "If I can kill you, and you can kill me, then we should either get it over with or stop talking, hm?" he cocked his head slightly, though he was still impossibly close to Peter, lips still pulled in that cocky little smirk. "So what are yoi going to do about it, boy?"
(bro cocking his head all over the place)
(he just,,, part bird also I forget that he did it already and my brain goes "you know what he should do?")
(Lololol I understand)
“I like the stop talking idea.” Peter’s heart was pounding. The captain’s voice seem to wash over him like the rain outside. His gaze drifted to that cocky smirk not even a few inches away. He watched as those lips formed the question, before finding himself moving forward to close the small gap between them. His lips locked on James’s, before he could even consciously think about it. The excitement came back with full force.
("Excitement" PETER YOU ARE JUST HORNY lmao)
James froze for half a beat, then returned that kiss, pulling Peter in with a gesture that was half rough and half, well…something else. Loving, almost? Perhaps not loving. But it wasn't just a rough pull. But he certainly didn't push Peter away. He was pulling him in closely, returning that kiss with a harsh fervor, eyes sliding shut as he did so. His hook was still against Peter's cheek.
(Is this because Peter doesn’t have the words to express sexual feelings because he’s never felt this way before? Or is it because I’m bad at describing sexual feelings because I’m ace? You’ll never know mwahahahaha)
He honestly didn’t mind the roughness. He was being rough back, wasn’t he? Peter was more surprised than anything; he actually kissed him back! He pressed against him, being just as rough with him as he ended up pressing the captain up against the wall. One of his hands reached up, brushing against the scar on James’s neck before going up to his cheek.
(dfkgjhb valid tho)
James flinched very faintly at the touch to the scar, and his grip on Peter tightened as he pulled the other man towards him in another rough gesture. He didn't know why he was doing this, just that he had had a bit too much to drink, and Peter was attractive, and he was lonely. And god, what other justification was there? Worse things had been done for worse reasons.
Peter couldn’t help but smirk slightly into the kiss when he felt James flinch. And yes, he could feel it. He shivered as he felt his hand on his bare skin, when he got close enough for their chests to touch. His other hand drifted down, fingering the edge of the captain’s shirt.
(Cough)
( @ElderGod-Icefire no pressure!)
( @ElderGod-Icefire cough)
(gbjkb i have. not been online in like two months but i am here now!)
James exhaled into the kiss when he felt Peter pulling at his shirt, reaching with his flesh hand to cup the back of Peter's head, nipping at the other man's lower lip. Even now, with the metal of the hook sliding along Peter's cheek, he didn't dig that hook in. He didn't slash into the other man's skin, even though he could have.
If he was being honest, Peter had no idea what was happening. This is certainly not something that children would do, but he didn’t know whether to hate it or not because this seemed to be the thing he had been anticipating as he and James talked. And it felt good. Ah, but, not that good. It was fine. It was fine. As if in reaction to his thoughts, he pressed into the captain more, grunting a bit into the kiss. His hand tugged more on his shirt, soon just going underneath to feel the skin.
Oh, this was definitly not something that children did, that was for certain. James pulled Peter closer, the muscles of his torso tensing as Peter's hand slid beneath his shirt to brush against his skin. Peter's touch was fire, racing along his skin and skittering up his spine, the touch of an enemy whose lips were locked on his own.
It was only until his lungs were practically begging for air that Peter pulled away. He panted heavily, his mouth slightly open as he stared at James. His cheeks were flushed as his hand still grazed the skin underneath his enemy’s shirt, the other planted on the wall, near James’s head. Peter found himself leaning into the hand at the back of his neck and the hook, licking his lips as he stared at James.
Suddenly, he couldn’t feel the floor beneath him. He glanced down to his feet floating a few inches above the floor. A smile spread across his face as he rose to James’s eye level— for the first time in ages. He could hear Tinkerbell’s bell-like cries of surprise.
Unlike Peter and Tinkerbell's joy, James's eyes narrowed as the flying boy lifted into the air, his gaze finding Peter's, and oh, there were so many emotions in the forget-me-not blue of James's eyes as Peter rose to eye-level with him, but none were the joy of Peter's. But his lips were parted, and he was breathing heavily, the reality of what had just happened not quite sinking in just yet.
The smile turned into a smirk as he watched the shift in James’s expression. Peter rose a bit higher in the air, above him. James tasted sweet from the wine, but at the moment, savoring even a small victory was sweeter all the more.
“Oi, Codfish,” he said, delighted. “How’s it going down there?”
James inhaled through his nose. Exhaled through his mouth. "Panpipes." he said, voice low. They had just kissed. And now Peter, an adult, was flying, and James reached to brush a hand on the scar along his throat. Peter had given him that scar, for growing up. For being an adult. For not being able to fly. And here was Peter. Grown up. An Adult. Flying.
How many times would James curse that life had never been fair to him? How many times had he cursed the stars for it, and received no answers, and no mercy? And PEter had everything.
Peter caught sight of how James touched his scar, and some kind of intoxicating poison shot through his blood. His grin turned giddy, violent.
“Hah!” He flew higher, his muscles rippling underneath his skin. His eyes seemed to elongate, and his teeth looked more sharp as he opened his mouth. “How things have changed, Codfish. Sorry, I guess the rules are different now.” He looked over to the tiny fairy, who had just been watching, entertaining herself the whole time. “Just me and you now, Tink, but that’s fine! Who needs those Lost Boys anyway? I’m still the best! I don’t need them! And you!” He looked down at James again. “You’re still that sad, pathetic little twat from back then, really. The rules may be different, but nothing’s changed about you! Just gotta suck it up and deal with it.”
He flew higher as the rain picked up outside.