Slam. It was the door, and Baelfire suddenly realized how deep of trouble he was in as he was pushed roughly aside and into the wall. "Really, Bae, I told you not to go near the mermaids," Hook had taken off his coat, the leather thudding against the floor as it was dropped. "Killian, I-I'm sorry," the boy, now seventeen stuttered, "I didn't think they would harm me," the boy grinned, "No, but you go flaunting yourself about like you mean nothing to the crew, I can't exactly replace you on my ship, mate," Hook leaned against the wall, tired from their return to Neverland in search of Tinkerbell and a story she spun in bar with Grumpy as her witness. "Replace me? Not a thought," Bae shrugged it off, adjusting his brown jacket with a grin. "Bae!" and he was pushed into the wall, Hook's hooked hand over his head. "Bae, yu don't understand the dangers you put yourself through," Killian told him huskily. "Yes-" the boy cleared his throat, "I do. Understand, that is," he stared into Hook's eyes. "Really, you think so?" Hook didn't move his eyes, but his voice sounded exasperated. "Yes, I do, I had them handled," Bae replied. "You're in a compromising position," Hook told the boy. "Yes, I know, but I tell you I had them-" and Hook stopped him, "No, you are in a compromising position," and Hook pressed his lips to his young Romeo's and pulled the young body against his. Bae didn't fight the pirate, he didn't move, really, at all. Until it kicked in that he had just been kissed by his unrequited infatuation for the past three years. He felt his arms reach numbly up and wrap his arms around the captain's neck and tangle his fingers in Hook's hair.