(Peter, honey, you're horny–)
"Then beg, Peter." James replied, mouth pulling into a smirk. "This hook is a part of me now, and you have only yourself to blame. Killing you with this hook would be like killing you with my bare hands." well, bare hand. He only had the one now, and that was the whole point of this conversation. James had only one hand, and the other a hook, because of Peter's own actions. "I say that this hook does not count as being armed."
(Very horny)
(Peter really is like "I'm so excited to be this close, i wonder why" whereas James is sort of aware of his own,,, feelings lmao)
He kept curling the lock of hair around his finger. “Oh yes. I blame myself entirely. I’m so proud of this little work I’ve done.” He tapped the hook. “But it’s hardly the equivalent of a real hand, isn’t it? It’s more like… a dagger. A dagger that you carry around everywhere.”
The way Peter was playing with his hair could have been romantic or flirtatious, from anyone else. From Peter… James wasn't sure what it meant. His lip curled at Peter's words about his hand. "Of course it's hardly an equivalent. A true replacement doesn't exist." he growled, leaning closer to Peter in an attempt to intimidate him a little bit. "But it still counts as a hand, panpipes."
This only made Peter more excited. He delighted in this closeness, but he couldn’t imagine why other than the possibility of a fight. “Are you sure, Codfish?” He chuckled cheekily. “Perhaps we should define what a hand and a hook are, then. Do you perhaps have a dictionary lying around?” He laughed at himself. He barely even knew how to read anyway, but he liked messing with James like this.
They were so close that James's nose was brushing against Peter's in a closeness that felt far different than any other encounter he had ever had with Peter. His mouth twitched into a smirk, a lazy, easy one at that. "It's attached to my arm, isn't it?" he reached out with his hand, sliding it along Peter's forearm and down to his wrist, gripping it lightly. "Just like your hands are attached to yours."
Something about the nose touch made Peter’s cheeks flush. “It’s attached to your arm in the same way that— that…” he let out a breath as he felt Jame’s touch on his bare skin. “In the same way that you hold a knife. You can easily take it on and off, can’t you? I can’t imagine you sleep with that hook.”
God, Peter looked adorable with the blush– no. No, absolutely not. James was not going to let that train of thought get any further. "Of course I don't sleep with it. But it is still attached to me, no?" he brushed the top rounded edge of the hook along Peter's cheek, the metal still cool and chilled against the young man's skin. "But I could sleep with it, if I wanted to. I have before, by covering the tip with something to protect myself."
Suddenly, Peter was quiet. He couldn’t come up with an answer right away. His hair had dried by now, and he ran a hand through it. It was strange; his cheeks were still hot, but the rest of his skin was cold from being in the rain. His other hand held onto James’s, moving up into his sleeve. “Heh. This is stupid,” he muttered. “Are we going to kill each other or not?” His other hand reached up to the hook against his cheek.
James stared down at Peter, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Are we?" he questioned back, cocking his head and staring at Peter with a faint smirk still curling at his lips. "What do you want, panpipes? You want this to be a fight again? We can make this a fight, if that's what you would prefer from me."
“Oh?” Something made him smirk too. “I don’t know, you were the one who brought it up. I’m still not leaving. Do you still want me to leave? Because I won’t, not without a fight.”
Peter’s fingers lightly dragged on the skin on James’s arm. He had remembered what he was feeling, and he tried to rein it in, despite the captain’s expression and demeanor keeping him still, almost relaxed.
"Mhm, is that really what you want to tell yourself?" James asked, cocking his head faintly as he looked down at Peter, suppressing a shiver at the way Peter's fingers dragged along his arm. "You really want to fight me right now, Peter? Are you sure taht's what you want?"
He raised an eyebrow at him. “… No,” he admitted. “I just want a place to take shelter from the rain.” He brushed his fingers back down to James’s wrist.
James inhaled softly, staring down at Peter. "And why do you think that this would be a good place for you to do that? Why do you think that I would be a good, safe place for you to take shelter with? I could kill you in your sleep, you know." his hook trailed down, the curve of it under his chin and angling Peter's chin upwards in a gesture that was… almost romantic.
“Oh, I don’t. This was just the most convenient, the closest place.” Peter’s cheeks flushed as James tilted his chin up, and he hated it. He smiled despite this. “I could kill you too, Codfish. How many times do I have to say it?” His voice was soft, almost gentle.
"Well, sounds like we're at an impasse, then." James replied, voice low and almost soft as he spoke to Peter. "If I can kill you, and you can kill me, then we should either get it over with or stop talking, hm?" he cocked his head slightly, though he was still impossibly close to Peter, lips still pulled in that cocky little smirk. "So what are yoi going to do about it, boy?"
(bro cocking his head all over the place)
(he just,,, part bird also I forget that he did it already and my brain goes "you know what he should do?")
(Lololol I understand)
“I like the stop talking idea.” Peter’s heart was pounding. The captain’s voice seem to wash over him like the rain outside. His gaze drifted to that cocky smirk not even a few inches away. He watched as those lips formed the question, before finding himself moving forward to close the small gap between them. His lips locked on James’s, before he could even consciously think about it. The excitement came back with full force.
("Excitement" PETER YOU ARE JUST HORNY lmao)
James froze for half a beat, then returned that kiss, pulling Peter in with a gesture that was half rough and half, well…something else. Loving, almost? Perhaps not loving. But it wasn't just a rough pull. But he certainly didn't push Peter away. He was pulling him in closely, returning that kiss with a harsh fervor, eyes sliding shut as he did so. His hook was still against Peter's cheek.
(Is this because Peter doesn’t have the words to express sexual feelings because he’s never felt this way before? Or is it because I’m bad at describing sexual feelings because I’m ace? You’ll never know mwahahahaha)
He honestly didn’t mind the roughness. He was being rough back, wasn’t he? Peter was more surprised than anything; he actually kissed him back! He pressed against him, being just as rough with him as he ended up pressing the captain up against the wall. One of his hands reached up, brushing against the scar on James’s neck before going up to his cheek.
(dfkgjhb valid tho)
James flinched very faintly at the touch to the scar, and his grip on Peter tightened as he pulled the other man towards him in another rough gesture. He didn't know why he was doing this, just that he had had a bit too much to drink, and Peter was attractive, and he was lonely. And god, what other justification was there? Worse things had been done for worse reasons.
Peter couldn’t help but smirk slightly into the kiss when he felt James flinch. And yes, he could feel it. He shivered as he felt his hand on his bare skin, when he got close enough for their chests to touch. His other hand drifted down, fingering the edge of the captain’s shirt.
(Cough)
( @ElderGod-Icefire no pressure!)
( @ElderGod-Icefire cough)
(gbjkb i have. not been online in like two months but i am here now!)
James exhaled into the kiss when he felt Peter pulling at his shirt, reaching with his flesh hand to cup the back of Peter's head, nipping at the other man's lower lip. Even now, with the metal of the hook sliding along Peter's cheek, he didn't dig that hook in. He didn't slash into the other man's skin, even though he could have.
