Fiction - Peter Pan - Peter/Hook: Tea and Crumpets

[thesilentpoet.livejournal.com]

TITLE: Tea, and Crumpets (Only not quite)
AUTHOR: thesilentpoet
FANDOM: Peter Pan
PAIRING: Peter/Hook (implied)
GENRE: slash, gen
SUMMARY: They often took their tea in secret.
DISCLAIMER/AN: Consider this to be in the same universe as this, although the previous does not have to be read to understand this one. As always, I don't own Peter Pan, or any of the characters associated with him.



"Two cubes of sugar, is it?" Hook asked genially.

"Hm," Peter answered, continuing to stare with a horrifying sort of fascination at a particular curiosity the Captain had in a particular cabinet.

"Milk?"

"Hm? - Oh, no." He accepted the tea with a mumbled thank you, sipping at it without really considering the taste of it.

Solid flavor, Hook said, a fine green tea, from China this one, and Peter nodded still all the same, continuing to stare at the object in question. "James," he finally said, tone just slightly strangled.

He didn't so much hear the Captain come around beside him, as he felt his presence. As if he was suddenly all the more aware of that strong, musky odor that seemed to follow the Captain everywhere: cigar smoke, washed wool and linen, and earth. He dragged his eyes from the object long enough to study the Captain's face, just in time to see the Captain allow one tiny, contained smile. "I fear, Peter," he finally spoke again, "that we all have our own tales to how we came to Neverland. Unfortunately, mine never involved a pixie godmother."

Tink isn't, he wanted to say, she didn't, but instead he swallowed another bit of tea, and answered, "I don't really remember coming here. I only remember waking up. I was wrapped in a blanket that Tink must have found in my carriage. It was yellow, she says, yellow and blue striped."

"I was," the Captain's smile turned more sardonic, "somewhat older than you were when I first came."

"Do you know then? How old you are."

"Not anymore, no."

"Neither do I," echoed Peter, and he swallowed what was left of his tea. He stared into the empty cup, as if the tea leaves might reveal something else the Captain was purposely leaving out. "I promised the Lost Boys - that is, Tiger Lily - she invited us Hunting, and the Lost Boys - they do so want to go, and I -"

"Then by all means, you should go."

Peter blinked, and looked the Captain square in the face. There was no irony, no maliciousness in his his tone or gaze. "James," he repeated.

"They don't know you are here, do they?"

"No."

"Neither do mine." Hook reached over to take the empty mug from his hands, and Peter somehow was suddenly all too aware of the cold sleekness of metal against his flesh. He blinked again, and was only a bit shocked when the Captain smiled. "Perhaps the excitement of the hunt will help to get your mind off other things?"

Peter ducked his head, blushing he knew, and sneaked one more glance at the object in question. "I thank you for the tea. Although, next time I'd prefer something of a little more strength?"

"Perhaps a Darjeeling or an Assam would be more to your taste?" the Captain asked, and Peter dared to hope that something almost like teasing slipped through.

"We'll have to try it," Peter agreed, and with another nod and a wave, he was gone by the way he came: the window. He only hoped he hadn't said anything foolish.

*cross-posted to rare_pair*

Comments

[ladygray99]

I rather liked this. I can see Peter as being maybe a little older than a lost boy should and Hook being a little older than a pirate should and both maybe a little tired of younger ones they both have to take care of. Nicely written.

[thesilentpoet.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I do have it in my head as to how Hook got there (at least, this particular version of Hook), and I can see him being a teenager at the time. People in Neverland seem to age just to where they're supposed to, then they stop.

But yes, thank you. Very glad you enjoyed. :0)

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

That's...painfully cute in the most twisted of ways.

[thesilentpoet.livejournal.com]

Todah. :0) I admit, that is mostly what I going for. Glad you enjoyed.

[miss-morland.livejournal.com]

Darjeeling or Assam, eh? *g* I'm rather curious as to what the Captain is keeping in his cabinet...

This is lovely -- it gives me the creeps in a very light, delicious way; I can't think of any other way to put it.

[thesilentpoet.livejournal.com]

I'll fully admit to having the Captain's (black) tea preferences mirror my own. *shrugs* I do have some idea as to what the Captain is keeping in his cabinet, and may expand on that nature sometime in the near future. Blogothan, perhaps.

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed this piece.