A/N: Well, here it is: Chapter 3. Told you I'd update faster than before. Thank you once again for all those that reviewed (Seductive Gypsy, Flounder 2, Furiya Celine, & Boogalaga). I greatly appreciate it. I'm open to all criticisms and comments. Oh, and please note that I am in no way promoting Smirnoff Ice in this chapter, it's just something that my friend so happens to drink (blame him not me). Okay, now on with the story. And review when you're done. Thank you!
"Okay, let's see what we got." Ian's muffled voice came from the refrigerator. His blonde head was hidden by a bulbous white door, leaving a shapely posterior clad in jeans as the only visible part of his body. "There's orange juice, apple juice, milk– correction, expired milk– um some neon blue sports drink, diet soda– oh yuck, can't believe Steph actually drinks that stuff– hmm. . .God, I swear I saw like three bottles of– ah ha! Found 'em." He pulled out three frosted white bottles of Smirnoff Ice. "Knew they were in there. Here Peter, have a drink." He handed the bright-eyed redhead the cold libation.
Peter stared suspiciously at the offered bottle. Cautiously, he extended his left hand and clasped strong fingers around it. He looked up at Ian, eyes like a curious little boy, as if asking 'now what?'
Ian twisted the cap off with his bare hand and swallowed a good third of the bottle before motioning for Peter to do the same. "Go ahead. It's not going to kill ya."
Settling his attention back to the bottle, Peter twisted the cap with the same swift motion as Ian had done. He exhaled and was about to pour the bottle's contents into his mouth when Stephanie sprinted into the kitchen, arms flailing, and shouted, "STOP! Don't drink it!"
She came to a fast stop in front of the two boys, breath coming in strong pants, and threw Ian a death glance. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing!"
"What?" replied Ian innocently. He took another long pull from his bottle. "I was just giving our guest something to drink. He's probably thirsty, y'know."
"You can't give him alcohol!" exclaimed Stephanie.
"Why not?"
"Because it's illegal. You're not even suppose to drink!" Her face was flushed bright pink.
"Hey, kids in Europe drink wine when they're thirteen. I'm more than qualified to drink this mild shit." He finished off the bottle in one last gulp and tossed it into the blue recycling bin by the door.
"Don't put it there! My dad's going to kill me if he finds out you've been drinking."
"I'll get rid of it later." He looked at Peter and nudged his head encouragingly. "It's not bad, taste kinda like Sprite."
Stephanie snatched the bottle from Peter and placed it firmly on the table. "You cannot give him this. It's just. . . wrong."
"How? It's not like I'm giving him hardcore whiskey." Ian picked the bottle off the table and shoved it back into Peter's hand. "He'll be fine."
"Y–You're missing the point. Peter Pan is suppose to be a child's symbol. . .like Santa Claus or Big Bird. You don't just give liquor to these guys; that's tarnishing their image. Besides, Peter never even drank before."
"Actually," interrupted Peter, "I did sneak a few sips of rum once when I raided Hook's ship." Stephanie threw him a deadly glare that almost made him wish he had kept his mouth shut.
"See, if he can take rum, he can definitely handle 7up plus." Ian turned his attention away from a mumbling Stephanie to a confused Peter. "Bottoms-up."
Peter looked from one person to the other. The girl shook her head slowly back and forth while the blue-eyed blonde smiled, edging him on to devour the white contents of the bottle. Unsure of their intentions, he handed the cold bottle to the girl.
Stephanie raised a dark eyebrow. "Why are you giving it to me?"
"I don't trust him." He tilted his head towards Ian, who, in response, rolled his eyes. "But I'll drink whatever is in this bottle if you will."
"I'm not going to drink that," Stephanie spat. "Besides, I don't even like liquor drinks."
"What's the matter, Steph? Afraid you can't handle a little sip of firewater?" Ian waved the other bottle of Smirnoff Ice in front of her. "Or are you daddy's good little girl?" He smoothed the cold bottle over his neck sensuously, slowly licking his lips as he kept his baby-blues on Stephanie's narrowed brown eyes. "C'mon, I dare you to chug down half the bottle in one nonstop motion, like those coke commercials. What do you say, miss? Too chicken, too much of a girl to do it?"
Stephanie closed the distance between them, and with the speed of a hawk, snatched the still cold bottle out of Ian's hand and shoved it down the front of his jeans. She forced it down so deep that he gasped and nearly keeled over from the burning cold. A malicious smile played across her lips. "You're on, mister."
"Damn, girl! You can't even take a fucking jo– Oh God. . ." Ian tried to shift the bottle off to the side, but managed only to turn the bottle into a horizontal position, making the freezing sensation even worse.
Several cuss words erupted from his shivering lips, some of which made Peter blush as he had only heard such foul sayings on the pirates' ship, but never in front of a lady. He glanced over at Stephanie, and found, to his surprise, a girl laughing wildly on the floor with tears lining her cheerful face. Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned his attention over to the jumping blonde with a hand probing inside the front his pants. Peter began to laugh at Ian's ridiculous display, and soon joined Stephanie on the floor.
Finally able to keep still, Ian braced himself against the wall and gingerly unzipped his fly. He let out several groans and grunts that sounded almost orgasmic as he carefully pulled the bottle out the front opening. A sigh of relief escaped his lips while he stood, head bowed, for what seemed like hours. Stephanie and Peter could still be heard laughing, one remained on the floor clutching her stomach while the other floated three feet off the ground and kicked at the ceiling. Ian turned his head abruptly and cast Stephanie a very unfriendly look. She stopped her laughing and sat up, though laughter still glittered her brown eyes. Peter ceased his laughter as well, but snickered every now and then as Ian stumbled awkwardly towards them.
Ian roughly handed Stephanie the now warm bottle and said through gritted teeth, "You're turn."
She absently pushed the bottle aside and smiled up at him. "I don't think that bottle is cold anymore. Seems like you two got along very well. It's probably just burning with heat."
Ian snorted. "You'll be burning with heat once you drink half a bottle nonstop." He set the bottle on the table, then, gripping the back of a chair for balance, shook his head at Stephanie. "Brutal, very brutal, can't believe you actually threw Ice down my pants. Did you not take your Midol pill today or something?"
"Oh c'mon, it couldn't have been that bad," reasoned Stephanie. "It's not like I shoved it down your boxers."
"Who said I'm wearing boxers?" Ian tossed back.
Stephanie raised both eyebrows. "Oh God, please don't tell me you're wearing a thong."
"What's a thong?" asked Peter suddenly.
"It's a– umph." Stephanie clamped a hand over Ian's big mouth.
"I'll tell you later, Peter." She smiled reassuringly, but out of the corner of her eye, she shot Ian a don't-you-dare-tell-him look.
Ian rolled his eyes to the ceiling and nodded lazily, making a girl's scout sign with his free hand.
She moved her hand away from his mouth, but not before he French-kissed her palm and licked his lips. She made a disgusted sound.
"You act like such a dog." Stephanie quickly grabbed a napkin and began scrubbing her wet palm. She sighed and shook her head smiling when Ian growled near her neck and panted just like a golden retriever. "Okay, okay, stop. I mean it. Stop Ian."
"Aw, c'mon Steph. You know it turns you on."
"No, it doesn't. And neither does the fact that you're wearing a tho– um. . .a you-know-what," corrected Stephanie.
"Ah, see that's where you're wrong. I'm not wearing any kind of you-know-what." Ian lowered his voice for dramatic effect. "I'm free-balling it, babe."
"What?!" Stephanie nearly knocked over the chair Peter was perched on. "Eew, yuck, oh gross! Did you have to tell me that? I so did not want to know."
Peter chose this time to chime in. "By the way," both Ian and Stephanie turned towards him simultaneously, "your trousers are undone." He made a subtle gesture with his hand to Ian's open zipper. Stephanie gasped and shielded her eyes, not wanting to further ruin her eyesight.
Ian simply shrugged and looked up to meet Peter's emerald eyes. The same suggestive smile played across his lips again. Never taking his gaze off Peter, Ian slowly pulled up his fly, swaying his hips slightly. Peter frowned and shifted uncomfortably in the air. He found Ian to be a very strange boy, maybe too strange.
"I'm gonna take a leak," Ian announced in his playful voice once again. Peter blinked at the abrupt change. "And when I get back, you two," he waved two fingers at both the red-head and the brunette, "are going to finish off that Smirnoff Ice in two long drinks." And with that, he limped and waddled his way to the bathroom.
(A/N: Wahoo! Happy Holidays Everyone!)