A/N: Hiya! Soooo it's been a while I know. It's because I'm probably the laziest person you will ever have the pleasure of meeting…kinda. So I've been watching a bunch of random whatevers and I've always loved the Disney crack pairings. This so happens to be my favorite! My story choices have been really random so if yalls want something specific I'd gladly write it!...if it's a lovely guy on guy pairing of course. Haha!

WARNING: This is a slight shota pairing! Peter is a teen but barely! There are handjobs and maaaaaybe eventually sex if this gets enough hits to be worthy of a second chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I own the plot! Buuut not the characters…sadly.

Enjoy!

Another sword fight. Of course! What else was there to look forward to in this never ending existence?! Hook swung his sword hard at Pan, giving a loud bellow when he missed and charged through with his hook. Again, he missed. Like he always did.

He'd lost. Again. Hook sighed. He hated that word. It seemed to describe everything. He rampaged his room in a rage from his loss. Again. He sat in a huff at his desk to wallow in self-defeat. Again. He slowly cleaned up his room and removed his tattered clothes. Again. And he'd do it all tomorrow. Again.

Hook lay there in his bed as morning came. He hadn't slept a wink, like all the other nights after a solemn defeat, the hatred for Pan playing out in his mind. Yet today, unlike the other days, he didn't get up. There was sure to be another defeat today so why did he have to put up with it? So he wouldn't. simple as that.

There were resounding canon fires outside and bellows of rage as they obviously and predictably missed their target. The boy's laughter could be heard even in Hook's cabin and it only served to fuel his rage.

It got quiet outside and Hook knew the battle was over. They'd start again, that word, tomorrow. Slowly, he turned over on his large, but so empty, canopy bed and stared out the port window at the blasted sunshine that meant Pan was still alive.

"There you are Hook! I knew I smelled a codfish!"

Pan's irritating voice flitted through Hook's ears and he bolted upright, sitting amongst the covers of his bed and staring at the leaf clad boy.

"Pan." He said lowly and pinched the bridge of his nose with his one hand. "Today. Just today, leave me alone. I don't want to deal with you now."

He waited for that whiny, high pitched voice to taunt him into a fight but as he waited with his eyes pinched shut that voice didn't sound. As if ready for an onslaught, Hook slowly peeked at Pan. He hadn't moved and instead was just standing there, his outstretched sword pointed slightly towards the floor. His face, however, was twisted into one of confusion, shock, and… embarrassment? That blush wasn't just something from Hook's imagination was it?

"What are you standing there for boy? Didn't I just tell you not today?!" Hook yelled, finally snapping Peter out of whatever thoughts he'd seemed to be absorbed in.

"Y-you you're naked!" Peter finally exclaimed and his sword arm was dropped.

Hook looked down at himself. He indeed hadn't put any clothes on before going to bed last night, but then again he hadn't expected to be interrupted by anyone either.

"It would seem so. Why would you care?" Hook bothered to ask.

He watched Peter open his mouth then close it, his green eyes flitting around the room, every now and then pausing on Hook's naked torso before his cheeks lit again in a fine rose blush and he'd begin floundering again. Hopping from foot to foot Peter continued to look more and more like the codfish he so claimed Hook to be.

"I'm waiting Pan."

"I-it's just that, I always thought you were some kind of monster and had no body! I never expected you to actually be…skin…and s-stuff…" everything came out at once before he trailed off, the blush darker than before.

Now the rage and annoyance was replaced by humor and intrigue as he watched Peter so thoroughly out of his depth. He'd enjoy this game.

"What do you mean stuff? What did you expect me to be?"

"I don't know!" Peter exclaimed loudly and put his sword down on the table so he could gesture with his hands as if that'd get the point across easier. "I guess I expected you to be spectral or metal or scaly like a monster! Or, I don't know, maybe your clothes were your body! I just, never thought you'd actually have a body!"

Hook watched Pan rage. He'd seen all of his battle faces, those of joy and triumph but never one of such confusion and embarrassment. Not even when he'd accidentally cut through his leaf strap across his chest, causing his entire suit to come undone. Hm, now there's a good idea.

"How do you know I'm not hiding anything under these covers? Maybe I really am half monster and you just can't see." Hook taunted, wanting to scare the kid.

Pan froze in his nervous pacing and stared intensely at the blankets across Hook's legs. The look was so intense Hook felt the need to cross his arm over himself but refrained for sake of his game. Pan continued to stare, the look on his face, if possible, getting even more intense. Suddenly he darted forward and stared hard where Hook's skin met the blanket as if waiting for it to change or emerge as something other than just skin. Now Hook was the one nervous, not just the boy. After a few more moments of intense staring Hook gave in.

"Alright boy that's enough. I was just yanking your chain. I'm normal skin and bone all the way through. There's nothing surprising down here."

Peter's face whipped up and Hook was caught in the stare of those incredible green eyes. He saw suspicion and confusion but overall he saw an overwhelming curiosity.

"How do I know you're not just saying that and you really are part monster?" Peter questioned quietly, his usual loud voice at its lowest volume.

"Is my word not enough?" Hook laughed.

Peter's eyes went wide. "You know how to smile!" he gasped, "You mustn't be the right Hook!"

Hook rolled his eyes and leaned back on his pillows and watched as again Pan's eyes darted to the covers. He seemed to be staring right at his crotch, it was unnerving. He cleared his throat but Pan didn't look up.

"You can stop staring. Nothing's going to change."

"Something moved." He mumbled and continued staring.

Hook suppressed a groan of annoyance and was tempted to shove the boy away but didn't as he watched with growing intrigue at the boy's wonder. Pan was male himself and yet he knew nothing of what could happen to the male body as he was too young to figure it out yet.

"Peter, it's my body, it's going to move."

"But it's right there!" he said, pointing right at his groin, "It's not supposed to move!"

"Oh yes it is!" Hook chuckled.

"No it isn't! It doesn't on me! It just proves you're a monster!"

Peter's hand darted out and before Hook could process, had closed around his groin in a slight grip. On instinct his own hand closed around Peter's and kept him from moving the blankets away from him but now they were caught. Arousal at the sudden touch raced through him and he suppressed a shudder, trying to keep his calm.

"Peter, let go." he commanded calmly.

"Why?" Peter taunted, "'Cuz you don't want me to find out what you really are?!" he asked and pulled on his hand under Hook's.

Now Hook groaned and hunched over their hands as the feelings began getting to him. He was growing hard in the palm of Pan's hand. Peter's eyebrow's drew together in confusion as he felt that hardening.

"I told you…" Peter said slowly and quietly as he tried to figure out just what he was feeling.

"Pan." Hook panted out and gripped his hand harder.

"Hook, what is that?"

"Stupid boy, you have one too." Hook laughed amidst the slightly labored breathing.

Peter shook his head in denial but Hook was nodding and smirking at him, giving Pan doubts. His other hand slowly went down from where it was perched on the bed and slithered between his legs.

"But this is only used for peeing! It's never felt…different."

"Child." Hook scoffed and released Peter's hand on his crotch and reached between Pan's legs to grasp Peter's hand around his own groin and pulled.

"Ahn!" Peter let out the most unsettling, erotic sounds Hook had heard in a long time.

Unconsciously Peter leaned forward into Hook's touch as he began to lightly pull and tug on Pan's newly found arousal. Hook leaned back on the pillows and almost laughed when Pan followed, trying to keep touch with Hook's hand.

"Up here boy, sit on my lap. And get rid of those plants."

With lusting eyes, Pan frowned at him and put up a little resistance. "Why should I?" he panted.

"Unless you want me to stop?" Hook paused his hand and Peter gasped, arching to make him move again. "Then do as I said."

Pan moved slow at first but then quickly retracted both hands and groaned when Hook pulled back his hand and settled into a comfortable recline to watch as Peter pulled on the vine across his chest and the whole outfit came undone, twining around his slim legs to pile at his feet. Quickly he climbed one knee on the edge of the bed, then the other on the other side of Hook's legs and crawled up his body until he sat on his lap, just below his groin.

Hook watched this strangely erotic display with a glee a grown man shouldn't have for an underage boy but oh boy did he. The boy's small dick, once freed from its vine prison, sprang free and he saw that rose blush light up faster than before as he shyly covered it. With quick precision the boy climbed on top of him and he shivered in delight as he watched the cat like crawl up his body and felt his own dick twitch as he imagined that the boy was going for it instead of him coming to a stop right below it.

"Now what?" Peter questioned with impudence to cover his embarrassment.

"Now you watch and see that you and I aren't so different."

Pan was about to protest but then watched with curiosity as Hook took the edge of the blanket and slowly lifted it. He was watching Peter's face and couldn't help but tease him and draw it back down a little. At the sound of annoyance he made Hook stopped.

"Do you want to lift it off me instead? After all, you are so eager to see what's under and deem me a monster."

Peter ripped the blanket from Hook's hand and yanked it down, under his body and froze when Hook's waist and all that came with it was finally exposed to his eyes. He took in the sight of Hook's dick, standing thick and a swollen, a dark red at the top. Then he looked between his own legs where it was indeed standing but it was pale white with only a bit of pink where the foreskin had yet to peel back.

"You see?!" he exclaimed triumphantly to Hook, "You are part monster! I don't have that at all!"

Now Hook let out a bellow of laughter that shook both him and the boy. "Stupid boy!" he laughed, "I'm an adult! Of course they're going to be a little different. Once this," he said, pulling on the boy's foreskin, drawing out a gasp then a moan from the boy's pink lips, "peels back, it'll look generally the same, just not the same size."

Peter tried to answer but Hook delved a finger beneath the foreskin and rubbed the sensitive, untouched head of Pan's penis. He let out a loud gasp and grasped Hook's arm but not in pushing him away. Instead it was to steady himself as he leaned into the arousing, pleasurable touch.

"Ah! Hook!" he gasped when Hook pinched the head lightly as not to hurt the boy and slowly drew his fingers up and down.

Hook slowly jacked the boy off, eliciting deep moans from him and quietly damned Pan for cutting off his other hand. His erection was throbbing with inattention, needing to be touched. He let go of Peter and grabbed his hand, placing it around his thick girth. He groaned and pumped it a little.

"Just like that, keep on going." He commanded and for once Peter didn't object. Just a small, "It's hot." And that was it.

Peter's small hand gripped lightly around him as he pumped and Hook had to restrain himself from lifting his hips into his grasp. The boy's breath was coming out in deep pants, his eyes half lidded with pleasure as Hook pumped him with his full hand. Pan's small dick fit so nicely into his palm and the harder he pumped the more the boy's hips would thrust into his hand.

"S-stop! I'm gonna…g-gonna…pee! N-no…n-Ahhh, Hooook!" Peter cried and came in spurts, covering Hook's hand with sticky cum.

"Now you gotta finish me boy."

Peter could only comply as he shook with the after effects of pleasure. His hand shoving down the length of Hook's erection and back up slowly.

"Harder."

Pan gripped harder and with both hands now as he pumped faster, desperate almost to give Hook the same completion he'd given him. He pressed his small thumb onto the shiny head and wondered with offhand amazement at the slick liquid slowly beading at the top of the head. Slicking around made it easier to pump and as he got more of it onto his hands it became increasingly easier to slide his hands down Hook's skin.

Hook watched with pleasure as the inexperience boy worked harder to make him come. The look on the boy's face was still one of bliss as he concentrated on his task and as Pan's thumb accidentally dipped into the slit Hook let his orgasm ride over him and he came in the boy's grasp.

Pan gasped and pulled his hands back as they were covered with the slimy cum. The sticky, milky white substance was hot as it dripped down his arm. He gazed at it curiously, his mind still dazed with pleasure.

"What is it? It's not pee." He said and as Hook watched he brought a finger to his lips and proceeded to lick the cum from the tip.

Hook groaned and pulled Peter's hand away from his mouth so he could lean up and capture those dirty lips with his own. Peter didn't know why but he felt this was necessary after what they'd done and just let Hook have free reign over his mouth. After Hook pulled back he scooted Pan off his lap and set him onto the bed next to the wall.

"Hold on." He mumbled and reached over to the nightstand to grab a random cloth with which he began to clean the boy and himself off.

Once all the cum was gone he yanked the covers over the both of them, finally feeling the urge to sleep. Peter didn't even protest, figuring since Hook hadn't harmed him yet and had made him feel so good, maybe he was ok for the day. There was silence for so long that Hook had thought Pan had fallen asleep but then he heard the boy's quiet voice.

"Hook?" the voice sounded hesitant.

"What?" he replied softly, already on the verge of sleep.

"When can we do that again?"

Ah, that word. Again.

"Later. Sleep is more important now."

Maybe he could grow to like that word.

A/N: Yaaay! Peter Pan's a pervert! Well, Hook is and now Pan's gonna be. Well, if this is worthy of another chapter let me know! ~hearts ~