MY SISTER AND I WERE DRINKING SOME MILKSHAKES WITH MY MOM IN THIS LITTLE 50'S INSPIRED DINER IN MY TOWN, AND SUDDENLY CAME UP WITH A POOK FIC IDEA AT THE SAME TIME! THIS IS IN A 50'S AU, BUT IF THINGS ARE WRONG FORGIVE ME. ANYWAY, THIS IS MY PRODUCT I HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT, NERAKSIS MAY DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT, SO LET'S SEE IN DUE TIME SINCE SHE'S ALREADY BUSY!

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Take Me Out to Mermaid Lake-by PS

Killian honestly didn't know how he landed someone like Peter, he counted himself completely lucky to be with the younger boy…most of the time.

Peter had a terrible habit of violent mood swings, and was intensely jealous of Killian, almost to the point of irrational behavior if someone looked at the older man too closely.

Killian trusted Peter of course, but sometimes the boy had a habit of hanging around the wrong type of characters, including Killian himself, and brushing against fate and danger. Peter was a maniac sometimes, but Killian was madly in love with him, and wouldn't trade him for anything.

Now, the two sat in the local diner, soft music playing in the background as the din of teenage babble filled the air around them as they sat crammed into a small booth together.

Peter smiled at him, light eyes gleaming in the lighting, his fingers idly tangling with Killian's from his spot across the table, menu shoved away from them both in order to stare at one another.

"Hey there," a female voice suddenly called, startling them both into looking up, "what can I get you to eat tonight?" Ruby, the local diner girl, stood in front of them, her poodle skirt swishing around her legs as she bopped in time to the music playing around her.

Killian blinked, ignoring her flirtatious smile, "an order of fries, two hamburgers, all the way, and an extra large chocolate milkshake, if you would." He added in a wink, hoping for some extra whipped cream on the shake.

Peter cut in then, a glare on his youthful face, "an extra cherry, if you would."

Ruby nodded, finishing the process of writing down their order with a flourish of her pen, giving them another smile, "that'll be up soon," she chirped, already moving away from them, her hips giving an extra sway to catch the attention of all males within the vicinity. Except Peter.

He sat glaring at Killian now, fingers in a vice grip on his hand, short nails digging into his tender skin.

"What was that all about?" He demanded in an outraged voice, eyes hooded and darkening in anger.

Killian blinked at him, "what do you mean love?" He honestly didn't see anything wrong with his behavior, in fact, he was doing all that he could to make Peter happy.

But, that glare was back on the other boy's face, and he let go of Killian's hand, sweeping it back to his side of the table with a flourish, "you're such a ridiculous man," Peter said, rolling his eyes and pouting, slumping down into his seat.

Killian chewed on the inside of his cheek, watching the other boy cautiously for a moment before asking, "look…you're not…jealous, are you?"

Silence.

Ah. Hit the spot in one go.

Peter was moving then, sudden-like, sliding out of his booth, "let's just go."

Killian frowned, thinking of his meal, "but the food…?"

Peter scoffed, "stuff the food. Let's just go, I want to go for a ride."

Sighing, Killian did as bid, moving out of his own booth and going to stand beside Peter, their size difference noticeable as the boy glared up at him, hands on his bony hips.

Killian gave him a winning smile, stuffing his hands into his leather jacket, "shall we love?"

Peter snorted at him once before turning and strutting out of the diner, Killian skulking along behind him as he did so, mourning the loss of his dinner all the way…

There was a spot in town, a solitary cove that was nicknamed Mermaid Lake, as it was rumored that cannibalistic mermaids had once resided there, but so far Killian had never seen any, and honestly didn't want to push his luck on it.

Nowadays though, it was used as a private spot for teenagers wanting a quiet place to meet and be with their lovers; often, Killian had come here alone to think about his life, especially after his brother died, though he never told anyone about it, though he suspected Peter already knew.

They drove to one of the most secluded spots, right near the edge of the water, seeing a perfect view of the rippling tides and of the solitary island in the middle that looked like a skull. "Skull island," Peter had mockingly called it once when he came here with Killian, right before they had kissed for the first time.

Now, they sat in silence, staring out at the water, Killian watching the boy at his side from the corner of his vision.

Finally, unable to take the oppressive silence any longer, he sighed, "Peter…"

"Make love to me."

Killian stopped, spine stiffening as he heard the words, the words he had both longed and feared to always hear.

"What," he choked out finally, mouth dry and fists clenching, hoping that he had heard wrong.

Peter turned to look at him, moving so that his body was leaning towards him, "I want you to make love to me. I've decided."

Killian nearly swallowed his tongue, "but…we promised not until you're eighteen, and we're married."

They had decided that when things became serious, Killian was leaning over him, in this very car, outside of Peter's tenement, kissing his heavily, their breath mingling, when Peter had laid a hand on his chest and pushed back, so that they could look each other in the eye.

"Not until later," the boy had told him, "not until we're married and together forever."

Killian had been furious at that moment, angry enough to let the boy escape into his shared living area, eyes watching and wanting until he drove home, finally realizing that he wanted what Peter had said, wanted it with all of his heart.

Now, he looked back at Peter, worry worming into him; why would the boy back out on his promise now, when they were so close to fulfilling their dreams and promises?

Peter wasn't meeting his eyes, instead, he was looking back out into the water, perfect profile lit by the moon, "I want to do this," he said casually, "I want to be with you."

Killian frowned, "you'll always have me, this won't strengthen or resolve anything."

"It will make you mine!" The outburst was quick and shouted, shattering the quiet.

Killian watched as Peter rose to his knees, towering over him in the seat, "this is the only way I can know that you won't leave me! I see how you look at others, like that harlot Milah, and that Swan girl who's in our class! I see how you look at them then look at me, I'm nothing to you!"

Killian stared, jaw dropped, thinking on those words.

Milah had come to him beseechingly a few times, but now that he was with Peter he had refused her advances, pushing her back to her real boyfriend, Gold. And Emma Swan, well, the girl was beautiful, and independent, but Peter was both of those things and more. Peter was all that he wanted.

"I don't want them," he said quietly, after a moment, "I may look at others, but only see you. You are everything to me Peter, and I wouldn't jeopardize that for some other person. Especially not for someone who understands me as well as you do."

Peter glanced at him then, looking up from underneath his eyelashes with those sea glass eyes, gleaming and hypnotizing.

"Do you mean it?" The usually confident boy sounded so weak that Killian couldn't help it, he reached over and pulled him into his arms, cheek resting against the boy's hair as he held him close.

"I mean it," he whispered into his ear, "I love you more than anything."

He felt Peter's breath stop, then he felt a soft smile near his heart, the action brightening up the whole situation.

"Propose to me," Peter said to him, breath brushing against Killian's neck and ear, "tell me you want to marry me, so that we can be together."

Killian huffed out a laugh, clinging on tighter so that the boy wouldn't be offended and disappear, "I do want to be with you, but I won't propose, not yet."

He could almost feel that frown that his words brought on, "why not?" The petulant voice asked.

Killian smiled then, "because, taking orders from you is so predictable, and I want to surprise you, just once."

Peter remained silent for a few moments before he pulled back gently, looking into Killian's eyes, pouting lips softly parted, "tell me you love me."

Killian grinned gently at him, "I love you. Now stop demanding things of me and just let me hold you."

Peter didn't protest when he was pulled closer, just let it happen, but, his soft returned confessions of love were not missed, and Killian thought that he would remember it forever, along with all that happened at this cursed lake, until the day he died…

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