Love Is A Song That Never Ends

You're walking meadows in my mind

Making waves across my time

Oh no, oh no

I get a strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic

It took him a while to realize, but Jake and Harry touched each other a lot.

It was more rougher then how they touch him.

More shoving, and tighter grips.

Sometimes, there are bruises,

But it wasn't dangerous.

Tense, but not dangerous.

He sometimes wanted them to be rough with him.

He wanted their bruises.

~.~.~.~.~

"There are your boys."

Carlos blinked, clueless as to what Evie meant, grinning she titled her head in a direction. Carlos looked and saw Jake and Harry. It looked like they were bickering over some kind of loot, or maybe it's something else. It was hard to tell with them sometimes.

Frowning he turned his attention back to Evie, "They're not my boys."

Evie's grin grew, "So you say."

Carlos made a face at her.

It won't be the last time he'll hear those words.

~.~.~.~

Sometimes, Jake wanted to do more then touch.

He wanted to move his hands lower, to a place that few will ever see. He wanted to see what expressions are made when he pushed them down, placed his mouth against skin, what sounds would be made.

What they would taste like against his lips.

He wanted to do more then touch.

He doesn't.

~.~.~.~

Sometimes, Jake will have to take over his father's shop for a while, usually for days. During that time, it's just him and the Pup. And while he's aware of this…hole that present with the absence of the thief; it doesn't diminish that he had the Pup to himself for a while.

"Are you sure about this?"

Harry huffed and turned back to Carlos who was standing at the edge of the plank leading up to the Jolly Rodger, looking very nervous.

"Don't worry your pretty little head Pup, no one is here but a few crew members, excluding me Father and sisters."

Carlos bite his bottom lip in nervousness, Harry followed the movement.

He wanted to bite.

"I could always carry you."

Carlos glared at him, obviously remembering the last time the pirate had carried him, eyes gleaming, Harry took a step forward. Carlos scrambled up and the plank and onto the deck.

Snickering, Harry curled his arm around the other boy's waist and lead him to his room.

His room in question was rather small, but his. It was cluttered from things he had stolen or given to him by Gil and recently Carlos.

"Is that Jay's?" Carlos asked looking a the item on his bed.

Harry hummed an confirmation.

"He's going to punch you." Carlos sighed, exasperated.

"He'll have to catch me to do that."

Shaking his head, and after a quick look around, sat on the bed.

Harry joined him, reaching underneath a spot on his thin mattress to pull out some folded up papers.

"Here, the maps I told ye about."

From there, hours passed of them talking, voices low but excited. Harry warm against him.

"One of the crew told me there's another map." Harry started folded up the papers now that they were done with them, "round and made of gold. Showing the path to a treasure among the stars."

Carlos brows furrowed, "There's no way to sail the stars."

Harry was not deterred, "In Auradon, there are ships that can." He insisted, "There are rumors of even someone finding the treasure, but couldn't take it."

More talking, more excitement, until Harry was watching Carlos leave the ship and harbor; feeling empty.

Later that night, in his tiny room, Harry dreamed of sailing the stars, Carlos and Jay there with him.

Covered in gold, and jewels.

Wild, and bright.

Free.

~.~.~.~

"You steal anything, and my Dad will cut off your hand."

Harry pouted but does step away from the self and over to the other manning the counter.

"What do you want?" Jake sighed.

He's not as annoyed as he's making it to be. It's been a slow day, and he's bored.

"The Pup is busy with his Mom."

The burning feeling of rage swelled up and it took all he had not to just abandoned his post and had over to Hell Hall, to grab Carlos and hid away in their little hole in the wall.

"I'm thinkin' of payin' a wee visit there later."

Something in Jake….settled. Almost calmed.

Harry will be there.

Carlos was Harry's now.

Just like he was Jake's now.

He wondered, for a moment, if he was Harry's too.

The thought was…pleasant.

~.~.~.~

Harry kissed him.

It was wet, and rough. Full of teeth and tongue.

Left him breathless and aching in the right way.

Harry tasted like the sea.

~.~.~.~

"Harry kissed me."

Evie paused in her sewing, while Mel looked up from the potion book that caught her attention.

Carlos isn't sure what his face looked like, but he's sure it's red.

"Oh." Evie finally said before going back to her sewing.

"Did you like it?" Mel asked.

With his face getting hotter and no doubt redder, Carlos nodded.

"Was it good?"

Carlos squeaked.

"Mel." said Evie something like amusement and hint of warning in her voice.

Mel grinned but doesn't push.

"Did you tell Jake?" This time Evie asked.

Something in the boy sunk.

No he did not. And for reason, Jake's reaction, scared him.

~.~.~.~

Jake caught Harry.

He bared repeating.

. Harry.

He's never actually caught the Pirate, it was always unspoken that Harry more often then not let himself be caught or cornered.

Slowly, the thief let go of the other's arm and took a step back. He looked around and found that they were behind Lady Tremaine's shop, looking back he found Harry wasn't paying much attention, eyes that gleamed with insanity were now far away in thought.

Jake frowned.

"Hook."

Harry looked his way, blinked, then blinked again and some recognition came back.

"Jake." Harry murmured.

"What's wrong with you?" Jake asked, demanded.

Vaguely, he wondered if he was going to have to hurt someone.

Harry doesn't answer, going far away in thought again, Jake shifted on his feet and considered punching the other, then.

"I kissed the Pup."

Jake mind went blank.

Nothing but blank.

Harry doesn't say anything more on it.

"...You…kissed Carlos?"

Harry nodded.

A long, long, pause.

Then Jake was pushing Harry against the wall, and their lips met. The pirate was surprised, but quickly kissed back.

It's hot, and wet. Teeth bite and pull.

Hands grab his hips, pull froward and Jake moaned.

His name was moaned against his lips.

Everything went hazy after that.

~.~.~.~

Jake kissed him in his mother's empty house.

All slow and near gentle, nothing like Harry.

But right all the same.

~.~.~.~

Jay, Carlos, and Harry.

It's different from Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos.

Different from Harry, Uma, and Gil.

They aren't sure what it is, what to call it. But it's theirs.

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