Baelfire sat facing the campfire, and could feel its glowing warmth on his face and his hands, while his back could feel the cold night air. The other boys were dancing around and having a great time, apparently. They all seemed to have lost all their fear in this moment, and were reduced to dancing in excited, exaggerated and almost animalistic movements. Some were howling like wolves at the glittering stars in the night sky. Watching them dance around the blaze made Bae feel conflicted. Part of him was glad that he still had his common sense, but another part of him subconsciously wished that he was joining in on the fun. They all looked like they were having a lot of fun, and it seemed as if none of them were going to leave Neverland any time soon. Although, Baelfire did hear some of the Lost Boys in charge that he wasn't the one they were looking for, and he hung onto the hope that this revelation would imply that they wouldn't need him anytime soon. Some of the head Lost Boys, who wore hooded cloaks, emerged from the thick jungle that surrounded the clearing they were in, talking about Pan. Again. Bae wondered who this "Pan" guy was, and why he had his Shadow kidnapping all these boys. All their talk about Pan sounded ominous, like he was a god of some sort, but what was worse was the fact that Pan never showed up. Bae had not seen Pan at all in the several nights that he had stayed on Neverland. He was starting to wonder if Pan even existed. And then Peter Pan appeared in front of the campfire, before approaching the head Lost Boys. The blond one, Felix, exchanged words with him for a while, then they looked at Bae, who quickly avoided their eye contact. A few moments later, he looked at them again, and saw Pan walking towards him. Pan only looked a few years older then Baelfire, but he certainly was intimidating in his own way.
"Hey there," greeted Pan, "welcome to Neverland."

Pan was smiling, but it was a smile that Bae didn't know could exist. It didn't seem like a smile that was meant to be happy, but somehow it made Bae feel better. Baelfire didn't know what to say, so he didn't speak. Pan sat next to him and put a hand on Bae's shoulder.
"My shadow told me that you volunteered to come here," Pan looked ahead, towards the fire, "and you've been hiding away on a pirate ship until quite recently. How was that?"
"They..." Bae remembered the time he spent on the Jolly Roger, "...they were pirates."
Pan raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Really?"
Baelfire looked at him, and tried not to smile at his own stupid explanation, "Yeah."
"Thirsty?" Pan broke the brief silence - aside from the party animals around the campfire - and pulled out a leather flask. Baelfire looked at it, and Pan passed it to him. Baelfire popped the lid off with his thumb, and the smell nearly knocked him out. Pan laughed at his facial expression, "Not used to rum? We have water as well, but they all like rum."
He waved a hand towards the dancing Lost Boys, and then stood up. Baelfire looked up at him and Pan stretched for a moment, then looked down at Bae, "Well?"
Baelfire kept looking at him, wide-eyed, "Well...what?"
"You want water?" Pan asked, "The river isn't that far away from the camp."
Baelfire glanced at the campfire, then stood up and followed Pan into the wilderness. The atmosphere was a lot more humid in the jungle, and Baelfire could feel himself sweating already. He wiped his forehead, and continued trekking through, following Pan without question. Eventually, he heard the sound of rushing water and saw the river in front of him. Pan sat cross-legged on a large rock, and gestured to the river, "Help yourself."
Baelfire knelt down at the edge of the river and cupped his hands, filling them with water and drinking as much water as his hands could carry to his mouth. He could feel Pan's eyes on him, but he kept drinking until his mouth and throat were no longer dry. He stood up and looked at Pan, "I'm tired."
Baelfire was surprised at how casually he said that. Pan simply smiled,
"You can sleep in my bed if you want."
"Oh...I...umm," Bae frowned, "where will you sleep then?"
Pan raised an eyebrow, "Erm, my bed?"
"But you just said that I could sleep in your bed."
"Haven't you ever heard that sharing is caring?" asked Pan. Baelfire didn't know what to say.
"Well, I..."
Pan shrugged, "Unless you prefer sleeping on the ground."
Baelfire thought for a moment, "Fine, let's go to your bed then."
"That's more like it..." smirked Pan.

Inside the treehouse was a small room, with an old but large bed in one corner of the wooden room. Baelfire hadn't gotten a good night sleep in such a long time, and he felt how heavy his eyelids were. He couldn't help the fact that when he was close enough, he fell forward and slumped onto the bed. He heard Pan snigger quietly, but simply buried his face deeper into the pillow. Pan sat beside him on the bed, and put a hand on Baelfire's back. Bae looked up from the pillow at Pan, who began stroking Bae's hair.
"What...what are you doing...?" asked Bae.
"Just let it happen," Pan said quietly, in a soothing voice. He climbed onto Bae, who was still lying on his stomach, and began massaging his shoulders. Bae didn't exactly know what was going on, but he did what Pan said. He let it happen. When he finished massaging Bae's shoulders, he slid his arms under Bae's arms, and the amount of space between Pan and Bae became less and less. Baelfire looked down to see Pan's hands from underneath him, and could feel Pan's crotch slowly rubbing against his backside.
"Too many layers..." Pan moaned, "...too many layers of fabric making a boundary between our skin."
He sat up, and Baelfire rolled onto his back, "Please, stop..."
Pan smiled, "Don't worry."
Then his hand cupped Baelfire's crotch, and he let out a gasp. Bae could feel himself blushing as Pan rubbed the palm of his hand, causing a bulge to rise in Bae's pants. His breathing became faster, and Pan took off his shirt, then took off Bae's shirt and they kissed. Bae's eyes were wide open, and the sensation of their lips locking and the feeling of Pan's tongue brushing past his own gave him a warmth in his bare chest. Pan broke off the kiss and Bae sat up and tried to kiss him again. Pan lay back and Bae was now sitting on top of him. Pan removed his own pants, revealing his erect member, and slowly pulled down Bae's pants to reveal his bubble butt. Pan tossed Bae's pants off the bed.
"You look really good with no clothes on," Pan said hungrily, "just saying."
Out of all the Lost Boys to enter the camp, Baelfire was by far the hottest.

Five Minutes Later
"Yes," Bae sighed, and smiled slightly, "please...don't stop..."
Pan grinned and tugged him off harder whilst still fucking him. Both of them were close to climax. While listening to Bae's moaning and feeling the sweaty skin of his back against Pan's chest, Pan realized that he had taken Bae's innocence tonight. He had taken Bae's virginity. The thought turned him on even more and with a few more thrusts, he exploded into Bae's ass, letting out a grunt he couldn't hold back even if he tried. Pan continued jacking off Bae until he reached his own climax, then lay down on the bed, with Bae snuggling up to him, their naked bodies entwined. Neverland truly was the land of dreams, thought Pan.