A/N warnings: There's kissing & touching in this chapter, but nothing too extreme. Enjoy!
Once shown where he may partake with his newly acquired gift, Hook had shut the door in the face of the blubbering escort and turned his attention towards the bounded man. His facade was breaking somewhat as he kept glancing from the hat in Hook's hand, and towards the door that the captain was leaning against.
"You can speak now, portal-jumper," The captain stated.
The bound man looked startled and raised his eyes up towards the pirate.
"How did you know?" He asked coyly.
"A man who randomly appears out of nowhere, wearing an unusually big hat while attempting to steal from others, really now Hatter," The captain gave a pointed half glare at the other. "I'm not a fool to the quiet whispers of rumors given about you." Hook tossed the hat aside, watching a deeper smirk grace the other's face.
"Didn't realize that my ability was heard far and wide among these realms; and even by the great and mighty Captain Hook himself," the hatter mocked, giving a low bow in front of the other while his arms were still bound behind his back.
Hook chuckled, bringing the jug of wine he had confiscated from the festival up against his lips; taking a sip while his eyes observed the wary man – taking him all in. Licking his lips appreciatively, Hook stalked across the threshold of the room they were in to place the clay jug upon a decorative wooden nightstand before turning his attention to his intended for the night.
Stealthy and full of pose, he moved quickly enough to corner the hatter against the nearest wall and pressed his hook against the other's throat – teasingly and threateningly. The hatter gasped as the dagger-like accomplice that made up a hand pierced, unintentionally, underneath his heavy Adam's apple.
Silence crept between the two men; broken only by the whimsical drifting of musical notes and laughter from the outside world.
Fire that burned in the supplied oil-lanterns around the room gleamed in the reflection of the hook's polished metal surface, and Hook pressed his hook forward again, feeling the other swallow thickly, before pulling it away and watching with satisfaction as the hatter half sagged against the wall; a deep sigh of relief slipping from his lips.
Hook turned towards the only bed situated within the room – a massive grandeur king-sized bed whose frame was made of deep cherry oak, and equipped with four tall and wooden beams that shot upwards and had a cream-colored piece drapery stretched from post to post, creating a canopy overhead.
A beautifully dyed blue blanket lay stretched over the entirety of the bed's mattress, and upon the blanket were tiny decorative woven pieces of random phrases and pictures; obviously a story from the village's own legend.
Turning away from the bed the pirate smirked as he, once more, took in the new appetite he was hopefully going to breach this fine evening.
Leaning forward with his arms outstretched the captain gave a slight bow, which caused a deep frown to cross the hatter's face.
"We should be properly introduced, mate. My name is Jones; Killian Jones." The captain rose from his bow and peered intensely at the other.
"Oh!" The hatter exclaimed; realizing why the pirate was staring at him so intently. "The name's Jefferson!"
Hook quirked his brow a bit. "Just Jefferson? No last names from your world, pet?"
"None that would match the dignified Captain Jones part, I'm afraid. And I'm a man who has travel far and wide, and seen just as much as any given pirate."
Hook took a step closer towards the hatter, backing the other against the wall again, and letting their chests press together.
"Is that so, lad?"
The hatter squirmed, obviously discomforted by the closeness, and Hook slid his hook underneath the other's chin once more; lifting it up so their eyes could meet.
Stormy-blue met clouded-blue, and Hook took the incentive staring to pull his hook away from the other's flesh and slice through the bounds behind, freeing the hatter's arms.
Jefferson blinked in astonishment, and he smiled somewhat brazenly as Hook heaved heavily as the hatter's hands drew up his front torso; settling where his heart was, while his fingers somewhat stroked the exposed tufts of chest hair. He raised his right hand – his good hand – up to clasp the other's hand, letting it lie flat.
Jefferson stared at their overlapping hands before gazing up and giving a seductive smirk towards the captain.
"The most powerful organ in our bodies, and more so in the given state of desires. Tell me, Hook, has no one touched you like this in a while?"
Hook seemed to growl at the question, and Jefferson was bombarded by rough lips pressing against his own. Sharp stubble scratched his own chin as the pirate pressed him harder against the wall and slid his own leg in-between the hatter's.
The roughness was a bit too much, and Jefferson wretched his face away, panting slightly as Hook patted him down; cupping him somewhat. A gasp tore itself from the hatter's mouth, and he reached down to try and weakly push the pirate's hand off.
This seemed to encourage the captain even more, and he pressed his hand harder against the hatter's arising nether region.
Tiny muffled moans spilled from the hatter's mouth, and Hook smiled as he felt Jefferson beginning to pull his hand towards his leather pants instead of pushing it away. The hatter's hips eagerly began jolting forward a bit as the captain rubbed the palm of his hand up and down the clothed escalating erection.
He leaned forward to capture the other's lips, noting the puffiness that was occurring as he sucked bitterly. A tiny tremor laced up the hatter's side, and Hook pulled his hand away. The groan of discouragement was beautiful to the pirate's ears, and he watched as lust-filled eyes peered at him somewhat tiredly.
"Come now; pet, it's better to finish this upon a well-suited bed." The captain aided the other towards the large framed bed.
The hatter nodded, stopping only at the edge of the bed to remove his large overcoat and to reach over for the jug of wine. He took a sip, pursing his lips together in deep thought before nodding his head in admiration.
"Nice," Jefferson noted, placing the jug back down. "One of their finer wines, I dare say; must've been quite a heroic act to blindside them into giving you some."
Hook scoffed from behind the hatter, "Let's not be jealous, Jeff." The pirate's voice ghosted against the other's ear, causing the man to spin around in a bit of panic and frown at the nickname.
"My name's Jefferson, not Jeff!" He snapped irately.
The hook pressed warningly against the other's cheek before sliding down and hooking upon the red cravat. Purposely he dragged it down, reaching up with his other hand to untie it so it tumbled to the floor. Pale skin shone through, and Hook leaned forward to press a tiny kiss to the exposed collarbone before pulling away and staring intently at the other.
"Strip, pet," He demanded, already working on removing his own boots and leather trousers.
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