A/N: So this is new, and a little one the naughtier side maybe? I know this story is called Kiss The Girl and starts with a slash ship but I'm not even sorry. It will have updates with a mixture of pairings and kisses, both of the lemony and fluffy sort!
Enjoy!
What they did behind Uma's back was their secret. They enjoyed their secret; while Uma demanded their attention regularly, those snippets, those moments when they could embrace one another were just their own.
Gil skulked now, waiting at the edge of the Mal's old hideout, waiting for Harry to appear, which he duly did on the balcony above his head. A switch that had taken them weeks to discover without tripping Mal's alarms and traps sent down the ladder and Gil swiftly moved up to join his boyfriend.
Boyfriend was the wrong word, it made them sound Auradonian, all sweetness and flowers and chocolates in heart shaped boxes. What the two of them shared was a sense of camaderie, of brotherhood and deep friendship. It had evolved from this innate sense of trusting one another, of Gil placing his faith in Harry and in turn Harry placing his trust in Gil into something more, something neither could name. While Gil knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed (he's inherited his father's brains), he knew Harry was smart enough for both of them. Harry's manic crazy scheming alongside Uma meant that he often neglected his own well-being and it would be Gil who would tug the raging pirate away, back to his quarters, hang up his hook and put him to bed.
The routines of making up for one another's deficits had blossomed into something caring, and it was something neither of them noticed until Gil caught Dock Scurvy. The nasty little disease had come in with the latest batch of rubbish and it had laid up the muscle man for three weeks. His father didn't exactly tend to him, his mother did. A wench from the Ugly Swan that had been happy enough to serve Gaston as a wife and to mother his many children wiped the sweat from Gil's forehead and crooned soft songs to him, just as she had done when he was a babe. She allowed Harry in without a word and let the dark haired pirateling sleep beside her eldest son.
Uma hadn't understood, as far as she was concerned, on the Isle, the weak were picked off without ceremony. It had surprised her that Gil had caught it but she shrugged and went back to scheming and serving. She had barely noticed that her second was not at her side past eight at night in those three weeks, she didn't notice the bags under his eyes grow and she never realised how fraught with worry Harry Hook truly was. She just continued to rail and rant against the turncoats of the Isle.
Gil did pass through the fevers, though he was addled and spoke gibberish in the third week. He had seized Harry's hand when it was just the two of them alone in the dark and he pressed it to his dry lips. In a hoarse voice he had declared his love for the other man before falling back listlessly against the thin pillow. Harry had kept Gil's secret, he had taken the words to his heart and held them there, unable to return the sentiment for fear of ruining what they held between them.
But now, as they sat in the old VK hideout, staring at the graffiti he turned to Gil and pressed his lips to his.
"I love you." He said quickly, as if that would take his fear away. It didn't; it took longer for Gil to process Harry's words and the other man stared at him until Harry wanted to run from the building and swim from the island. Just as he made to move Gil shot a hand out, grabbed Harry's wrist and kissed him back.
"I love you too. I thought you'd never say it." He murmured and the pair passed the night with unspoken sentiment and soft kisses.