tampered | Log, Ongoing

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Current Location: The Jolly Roger, Kitchens

Log, Ongoing

When; Feb 14th, Lust Day, 1:34 PM
Rating; um...who knows at this point, really.
Characters; Hook

ironhook, Pan

all_butone, Smee

b_q_smee, and Tink

one_atatime
Summary; Lust Day. Add Peter and Tink sneaking on the Jolly Roger, and you've got 'nuff said right there.
Log;

He had felt a little funny since waking up this morning, but really hadn't paid too much attention to it. In fact, he had done what he had always done when he had headaches or colds or was feeling oddly; he just shoved it away and cooked something.

So, that was precicely what he was doing. Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington was cooking. He was cooking lunch, in fact, and lunch happened to be chicken fettichini. He placed the lid back onto the pot holding the noodles and turned down the heat just slightly before he opened up another pot with sauce in it and stired that a couple times, before replacing the top on that one as well.

Once that task was finished he stepped back, straightening his pink apron in an old nervous habit, and barily suppressed the urge to pace. He pulled off his stripped hat and fanned himself with it for a moment, brow creasing in confusion. Was it hot in here or was it just him?

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Peter had woken up, and for the first time in what had to be ages- felt like his old self again. Though Tinkerbell was there, so that had to count for a fair bit indeed. It really was something to have his old friend back after so long, to have a tie back to Neverland (though he had yet to recall how to fly, or the way back to his beloved island for that matter) but that was all beside the point anyway because- today he and Tink were going to sneak aboard the Jolly Roger.

Of course, since it was the City, even normal days didn't feel... normal, and along the way through the populated areas, Peter couldn't help giving out a handful of winks or thimbles to the occasional passerby.

That wasn't the point though! The point, was adventure. Yes. And causing trouble, and bothering pirates- which were noble intentions if he'd ever heard of them.

Making their way through the forest and towards the ship was easier than he'd expected- and Peter hesitated once he reached the water, wading in to kneedepth before casting a glance over his shoulder for his fairy companion. She was his partner in crime after all, and with an arial advantage, it was more than likely that she'd be able to show him the best way to scale the ship. "Tink-! Tinkerbell where are you?"

Tinkerbell had been fluttering about in the forrest when the curse hit her. This sudden feeling of warmth all about her, making her light shine brighter and take on a slight pink tinge to it. She tried to ignore the feeling, as she and Peter were going to be getting into trouble aboard the Jolly Rodger, but her being a faerie she couldn't very well ignore the only feeling she had.

Tinkerbell perked up when she heard Peter call her. She flew up above the trees and down towards the beach, leaving a trail of pixie dust in her wake. Spotting him in the shallows of the water she entered into a dive and upon reaching him began to flutter about his head, the bells sounding as she began chattering away.

"I'm right here Peter!"

Smee itched. He didn't like it. It was too hot in here. Why was it too hot? It was never too hot! He fiddled with the collar of his white shirt and sat down, then stood back up again, then sat down, then stired the sauce even though it didn't need stirring, and checked the noodles, then stired the sauce again, and paced some more, before sitting down and standing up and sitting down again.

What in the hell was wrong with him?

The spray of the ocean tickled the backs of his knees, and Peter pushed aside that warm stir that moved in his stomach. It'd been happening all day- making every sensation stick out in a way it hadn't before, or maybe it had and the boy simply hadn't noticed? It was the same thing that brought the rosy stain to his cheeks and amplified his already impish remarks into blatant teasing about....
about something.

Green eyes lifted from the fog to focus on the pinkish gold flutter about his head. There she was! Now...all he needed to find was a-
a rope! Brilliant.

With a mischievious grin tossed in his fairy's direction- old code for 'follow me', Peter made his way to a dangling rope, hands latching on tightly as he hoisted his body up, legs latching around as the boy made his way up to a nearby opening. Couched on the ledge, Peter took a quick glance around before hopping inside and ducking low to avoid being seen.

As much time as he'd spent on the Jolly Roger, he hadn't ever truly explored the vessel so he could very well be- ....
in the kitchen, it appeared. And...was that...Smee?

If he hadn't been so distracted, he might've noticed the entrance of the boy. However, he was pacing, sitting down, standing up, and currently now checking the sauce for the twenty bajillionth time in less than two minutes. So, as it was, he had his back to Peter as he entered, and was just setting the lid of the pot back down before he took his hat off again with a sigh.

The boy held a finger to his lips, motioning to the fairy to be as quiet as possible as he studied the man. It made sense really, that if they'd landed in the kitchen then this person had to be Smee- but...did Smee always have such a lovely neck, and gentle sloping shoulders...?

Peter, still crouched, leaned forward on his hands, glancing at Tinkerbell once more for back up.

Tink followed Peter onto the ship, hiding down beneath some of the tables so as to hide her glow so the fat pirate wouldn't notice her. She fluttered down by Peter's knee, looking up at him, waiting for his signal to shoot out of her hiding spot.

Fingers lifted slowly, starting a count. One, then a second, and at last a third- at Peter grinned mischieviously before leaping up to tackle the pirate to the floor, landing atop him with a triumphant yell. "Hah! Caught you~!"

Smee squeaked, flailed, and crashed to the floor, his hands thrown out infront of him, barily saving him from a squashed nose.

What.
The.
HELL?!

"Wh-what th-th-the--?!" Smee pushed himself up just a touch and looked over his shoulder to see--well bloody hell! "P-P-Pan!" he said, indignantly, attempting to push himself up a bit with his hands. When did the boy become so heavy. "P-Peter P-Pan you g-g-g-get off of me th-this instant!" the scrumpy pirate attempted to command, though it came out a bit highpitched and more of a squeak. He was not feeling too hot right now. Well, actually, that wasn't quite right. He was feeling too hot right now, and he didn't like it, and Pan sitting on him certainly didn't help.

Straddling the man's waist, Peter offered the pirate a playful smirk. Oh sure, there had been plenty of times where he'd managed to get the upper hand with the crew of the Jolly Roger- but never quite like this. And as such, Peter really had no intention of relinquishing his hold.
"Hmm...let me think about that.
....Nope!"

Instead the boy stretched languidly, shoulders relaxing as they rolled forward and fingers wound their way into the fabric of his shirt. A shirt that was much softer than he thought it's be really- one brow arched and the boy wondered vaguely if the bits of exposed skin were equally soft.

Deciding to find out for certain he leaned forward, cheek nuzzling the warm crook of the pirate's neck and shoulder with a contented sigh. "Hmm."

Smee let out a noise of irritation as Pan refused to get off of him. Irritating little scug! What did he---?

Why were Pan's fingers tangling in his shirt? What in the seven hells--?

"P-Pan, wh-what are you--?" And that was all he got out before he froze in shock as Pan nuzzled his neck.

Smee squealed, flailing, knocking Pan clear off of him, and scrambling away, his face probably the color of the sprinkles he had put on the cupcakes this morning. In fact, some of those said cupcakes were still sitting ont he counter, in case Jas decided he wanted one. But enough with the cupcakes!

Smee looked rather horrified. What in the the hell was going on?! He was feeling even worse than before, especially since he was feeling hotter now than ever and did not like it one bit. His face probably showed that degree, too, and his hand was clasped over the spot where Pan had nuzzled him, and he was staring at the boy with wide, shocked, horrified eyes as he sat, tense, a couple feet away, his other hand balancing himself.

"Wh-wh-wh-what d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-did y-y-you---?! You j-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-just---!!" Smee took in a breath. "P-P-P-P-Peter P-P-Pan, d-d-d-d-d-don't you ever d-d-d-d-d-d-do th-that ever ag-g-g-g-g-gain!" he squeaked, high pitched and stressed.

That, he decided, was confusing. It was part of why he avoided all of those feeling things to begin with, since none of them made any sense. Sure, Peter had some basic understanding. For example- the pink tint to Smee's cheeks, that was...shy or something, right? It was that feeling he got, when his face got warm when Wendy had given him her thimble.

But then...then Smee's eyes were so wide. Shock and fear, which is...the opposite of that warm feeling...right? So how could anyone feel both those things at once?

It didn't make any sense at all.
Brows arched curiously and the boy crawled back over to come to rest in front of the pirate again. "You looked soft. So I was curious. I didn't mean to make you mad."

Smee sighed, settling himself into a cross-legged position, forcing himself to calm down a bit.

"Th-that's alr-r-right, P-Peter. J-Just...a l-l-little w-w-w-warning w-w-would b-be n-nice." He smiled, though it was a little tense. "And d-d-d-dare I ask wh-wh-what I owe th-the p-p-p-pleasure of y-your p-person on th-th-this f-f-fine day? I t-t-trust y-you g-g-got the c-c-cupcakes j-just fine?"

The change of tone didn't escape his attention, but it wasn't striking enough to pursue. Instead, Peter stretched once more, sidling up next to the man and leaning against him with a soft sigh. "Oh the cupcakes? Perfect as always~! I bet I could have eaten them all myself." Eyes fell closed as he relaxed, but the faintest of smiles played on his lips.

"But I couldn't warn you you know. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a surprise. Don't you like surprises Smee?"

Smee blinked as the boy siddled up and leaned against him with a small sigh. Well, this was...new? He mentally shruged. Today was weird. He had no idea whatsoever of what was going on. He reached up and ruffled the boy's hair gently.

He did chuckle, however, at Peter's comment about the cupcakes. "There is n-n-n-no doubt in m-m-m-my m-m-mind you w-w-would've b-b-been able t-t-t-to. H-However, th-that w-w-would've m-m-made you s-s-s-sick."

Smee blinked, however at the next question. He 'hmm'ed in the back of his throat for a second in thought, before he replied. "I sup-p-p-poses surp-p-prises aren't th-that b-b-bad, unl-l-less th-they s-s-startle you t-t-t-too much."

However, fairly quickly, the smile was back on his face, more relaxed this time. His parenting side was kicking in a bit, and he felt more comfortable now, and was beginning to relax. "D-d-d-does the cons-s-sumption of all th-th-those c-c-cupcakes m-mean you're t-t-too full f-f-f-for l-lunch, then?"

He linked arms idly, seeking the contact as he shifted- cheek resting against the man's shoulder. Had Peter ever been so comfortable before in his whole life? No no, that he would have remembered. Maybe, this was what it was like to have a mother?

Peter pushed the thought from his head with a laugh, eyes peeking open to peer up at the pirate. "No room for lunch~? Hah, never. Your cooking, I could never be too full. Would you like my help~?"

The boy....was like a child today. Peter Pan had often confused Smee. He was a child so often, and there were times when Pan defiantely kicked in his parenting instinct the same way Jas did and had and always would. However, there were times when this boy, this child, scared him far more than he would ever like to admit. Huh.

There were times like these when the parallels between Jas and Pan were frightening. But now was not the time for times like these. So, he pushed the thought aside.

He smiled down at the boy, and chuckled. "I could certainly use a hand, if you're willing!"

Sensation- adoration and being cared for without the tangled mess off feelings; things he'd always sought after and somehow...just managed to find. Peter laughed, somewhere between a chuckle and a giggle as he nuzzled Smee's shoulder once more. "Oh, I'm more than willing to give you my hands."

The comment was followed with a grin as he sat up, eyes meeting the man's own. "I'll follow your lead~?"

Smee smiled at the giggle that came from the boy as he rested on Smee's shoulder. Hn, he was particularily affectionate today...that was a little odd. Smee was defiantely starting to think that something was wrong. Very wrong. But then, he hadn't been checking anything on the system today, so he was sadly ignorant. Oh well!

He did blink, however, at the boy's wording of his phrase and the grin, and he frowned momentarily, before he shook his head, pushing it off. What was he thinking?! Pan was a child and a boy, having no concept of...wait. It could be a curse?

Oh.

Oh crap.

Smee nearly did a facepalm, before he forced himself to calm down once again, bairly keeping the cap on his hysteria. Okay, curses, curses...what could today's curse be? He made a mental note to check on the system later on today. But for now....

"Alr-r-right then. You c-c-can help me w-w-with the chicken while the n-noodles and s-s-sauce are cooking."

Peter pushed himself up with all the casual grace of boyhood and stood slowly, extending a hand to help the pirate up as fingers wrapped around the man's wrist. "Cooking~" he drawled slowly, head tilting to one side as he considered the word.

"Do we get to wear aprons~?"

As much fun as the City was that day, some habits simply died hard, and true to form when Peter called-- Jas came. It was like a siren call, and not one that Jas had any intention of resisting. Particularly today, when the boy seemed so... wanton. The pirate knew what those hands, that mouth, could do-- and he had a feeling that despite it all, Pan was not so ignorant as he liked to fool himself into thinking.

But that was a trivial thought, too trivial for today.

The Jolly Roger-- home sweet home-- and if he wasn't mistaken, there was a subtle smell of food wafting from the ship. Smee had said he was cooking today. It made James smirk-- affted, more than likely. How terribly amusing, considering the man did not seem to have any libido on the best of days. Half-smile still firmly in place, the captain swung up to the main deck of his ship, coat and shirt flapping open as boots hit timber. After all, even the weather seemed up for today's events, and putting it all together-- staying fully clothed was far too much a nuisance.

Unfortunately for Smee, he had none of the casual grace of boyhood that Peter so luckily posessed. So, he allowed the boy to help him up as he pushed himself to his feet with his other hand.

"Well, c-c-c-considering I'm already w-w-w-w-w-wearing one, I d-d-don't see why we c-c-can't find y-you one as w-w-well." he stated, as he brushed himself off and straightened said pink apron. "L-Let me s-s-see what I have in my d-d-d-drawer..."

He was about to go over to the drawer to grab an apron for Pan when he froze, the thud of boots hitting the wood of the ship alerting him to Jas's return.

Well....shit. Or something like it.

"....oh b-b-b-bother."

Never once, even after he'd helped the man to stand, did Peter release his grip on Smee's hand. Instead, the boy laced their fingers together, leaning against him with a coy smile as he waited for the pirate to produce an apron. After all, how could he hope to cook without one?

Pressed tightly against the man's arm, Peter paid no attention to the distant sound of footsteps across wooden planks- instead reaching up with his other hand to trace idle designs over Smee's chest with a lazy finger.

The deck was, for all intents and purposes, deserted. So if Pan was here-- which he was, Jas could almost smell him-- he must be with Smee down in the kitchen. Without pause, the captain turned on heel and sauntered in that very direction. When he did reach his destination, though, the vaguely amused smirk on his face stretched into a more predatory one. His right shoulder propped to the door frame, left hand fisted to his hip, the man inclined his head and turned that heated look onto Smee, and consequently the boy pressed so wantonly to his side.

"...Cooking, are you," He drawled in a deep voice, a picture of arrogant flirtation with eyebrow lifted, hip canted, shirt dangling open to reveal the chisel of his chest, all the way down to the treasure trail that disappeared behind the belt of his trousers.

Smee's eyes had widened comically on their own when Pan didn't let go of his wrist, and instead lifted a hand and traced it on his chest and his mouth had opened to repremand and his other hand lifted to shove the boy's hand away when a horribly familiar voice floated into his kicthen. He glanced up on automatic, meeting those forget-me-nots which had an odd look in them that Smee couldn't quite place but...

It took a moment for his brain to catch up with what had just been going on, and the position all of them were in at this moment. His brain had one thought:

'THE HELL?!'

Smee jerked forcefully away from Pan, his cheeks turning absolutely crimson. He turned first one glare on the boy, then onto the pirate captain, before he huffed, curling into himself and folding his arms.

It was just not his week.

"Y-Yes, c-c-c-cooking. Alth-though I'm th-th-th-thinking it w-w-w-wasn't s-s-such a g-g-good idea. Why d-d-don't you j-j-just g-g-grab a c-c-cupcake and sit d-d-down, P-Pan?"

His voice held a tinge of severe irritation that was a defense mechanism. In other words, Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington was confused and irritated as hell.

He'd been...pushed away? The boy's expression fell and Peter looked completely crushed, shoulders slumping as brows furrowed- wounded. "Smee...? You don't... You don't want me to help?"

Golden head bowed to hide his face and the boy sniffled softly, near tears. "I just wanted to help you...I know, I'm no good..."

James immediately bristled, fluidly moving from the lounge in the doorway to slink across to Peter. One hand carded up the back of his skull, fingers tangling through the gold of his hair and tugging ever-so-gently, just to turn his head a little.

"Now now, none of that. You know you are everything but 'no good'," He drawled against his ear before forget-me-nots lifted, looking through dark lashes, reprovingly, to Smee. "Someone needs to play nice, less he wishes to be... punished."

Normally such a statement was said with venom, but this time? This time Jas managed to make the word sound like something filthy that any decent lady would blush at.

Smee had been thuroughly startled at the tears, and opened his mouth and reached out a hand to Pan, to reassure the boy that that wasn't really it at all, truely, and he wasn't worthless but...Jas interuppted, striding across the room and drawling to Peter before he fixed his eyes on Smee and....

Smee felt his jaw drop in shock, slight horror, amazement, confusion, and more than a little fear.

What was that tone of voice? It was...gah! Smee's mouth snapped shut and he turned red once again. He glared at the pirate captain.

"I d-d-d-didn't mean it th-th-that way!" he hissed, angrilly. To Pan, he said.

"I d-d-didn't mean it th-th-that way, P-P-P-Peter. Y-Y-You c-c-can help if you l-l-l-like. However, you m-m-must b-b-behave."

His brown eyes snapped to Jas.

"Th-that goes f-f-f-for you as w-w-w-well!"

Eyes still sad and uncertain, Peter looked up anyway, chewing his bottom lip hesitantly. Was he forgiven already? Peter wasn't sure what he'd done wrong, but he was sure that Jas' words had had some sort of effect on the outcome. To show his gratitude, the boy leaned back a fraction, fingers reaching up to trace Jas' side with an appreciative smile. Hook really was too good to him.

"Behave? I always behave." His expression relaxed, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "I can be very, Very good, can't I Jas~?" A private, heated smirk thrown over his shoulder before the boy's attention focused on Smee once more, and he flounced over happily. "I get to wear an apron now right? Can I have a pretty one?"

Jas inclined his head, his temple tilting against Peter's, the coy arch of eyebrow returning to his face at Smee's choice of words. His hook arm wrapped loosely around the boy's waist, nuzzling behind his ear to mutter: "You can be wonderful" before turning his attention back to the first mate.

"Behave? You should know Hook cannot make a promise such as that," He purred, voice like bottled sex, straightening slowly as Peter danced away from him. His fingertips traced a swift line from the nape of his neck to the small of his back before Pan was out of reach. Then, and only then, did Jas lift his chin, smiling a private, filthy smile, and cross his arms egotistically.

Aprons, hm? This should prove... intriguing.

Okay, now THAT exchange was FAR from normal! Smee's jaw almost dropped again, but he barily resisted it.

Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington decided that they were all under some sort of curse. There was no way in HELL either Jas or Pan would be acting the way they were if they weren't under some curse or spell or SOMETHING--! There had to be a logical explination!

On the other hand, Smee felt like he needed a shower. A long, cold shower. Cause he felt very dirty right about now, and he was not liking it. Not. One. BIT. And aside from that, his face was probably as red as the stripes on his hat, which he had pulled off and was now twisting between his fingers.

"Of c-c-c-c-c-c-course y-y-y-you c-c-c-can w-w-w-wear an ap-p-p-p-p-p-pron, P-Peter. A p-p-p-pretty one. L-L-l-l-l-let's see...." He wandered over towards the drawer and knelt, opening the drawer. "D-d-d-do you w-w-want t-t-t-to p-pick one out?" he asked.

Peter smiled innocently, bending down on hands and knees to peer into the drawer with pursed lips and curious eyes. For whatever reason, Smee certainly had been acting strange, but now that Hook was here, he was bound to get back to normal....right?

The boy shrugged it off, rummaging through the various bits of cloth until his hands found the perfect match. "Perfect!" Peter stood suddenly, holding up a soft pink apron trimmed with lace and decorated with small hearts. "It's wonderful, don't you think Smee? Just perfect for me."

And just as quickly the boy tossed it over the counter, hands fisting in the fabric of his own shirt as he peeled it over his head, casting it aside and he pulled the apron down over him. Eyes glinted playfully and he looked over his shoulder with a coy smile. "Help me tie it Smee~?"

why in the name of god is this (http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/8285/ohnoesto7.jpg) what comes to mind over that apron? XD

xD *snerk* homg. That's hilarious xD All I can think of right now that V for Vendetta icon of V in his apron with the caption "Good morning. Would you like some apron sex with your coffee?"

.....*DIES GIGGLING* xD ahahahahahha.

"Go on, then, Smee," Jas drawled from his place next to the counter-- the man seemed to make it his personal business today to sprawl against any uncluttered surface. But Hook wasn't an idiot-- he knew very well he had the body to tempt a saint. So why not flaunt it, when the chance was offered?

He canted his head, eyes lingering on the exposed flesh of Peter's tanned shoulders before his gaze shifted to Smee. Not once did that predatory expression leave, either. Libido or none-- Jas knew he could get a... rise out of Smee, if he so wished it.

Smee had looked surprised when Peter pulled out the pink one, but did his best to quickly wipe the expression off his face. However, the expression quickly returned as Pan pulled off his shirt and stuck the apron on. He shook his head, attempting to clear it. Damnation!

Smee's head snapped up as Jas spoke, and he looked about ready to throw something at the pirate captain. Right bastard! He was doing this on purpose. He muttered under his breath and quickly reached over, tying the apron before pushing to his feet.

"Alr-r-r-right. Th-there."

The boy giggled softly as the man complied, the brushing of Smee's fingers against bare skin tickled, and he squirmed a bit under the attention until the ties had been closed. Once that task was taken care of, Peter smiled brightly, happy at the new wardrobe. After all, it was the loveliest apron in the drawer- so it suited him.

All but skipping the boy turned his attention to the man half-lounging on a nearby counter. That wasn't any good~ and Peter made his way to him, cheek nuzzling the warm expanse of exposed chest as one hand curled up- fingernails dragging halfheartedly down his side. "Nn Jas~" He drawled, nearly a pout. "You'll help us too, won't you-?"

It was only the lightest of touches, innocent to anyone else, but it still pulled a low growl from the pirate's throat. Sensory memory tingling the edge of his thoughts, a shiver chasing up his body from the places Peter touched.

"Oh, I don't know. I certainly could not look as dashing as the pair of you," Was his almost-lazy reply, fingers tracing up the boy's spine to finger the edge of the frilled apron at the back of his neck.

"I could... watch," He went on, and his voice dropped, heated and intimate. "What do you say to that?"

Smee hated today. Hated it with a severe passion. He was about ready to run off to that island Siran had given him and just LEAVE them to their own devices. But then, that could end in disaster as well.

So, here he was going to stay. So instead, he settled for leveling a glare at the pirate captain, before he turned away, removing a small thing of cooked chicken out of the refidgerator before straightening.

His bottom lip stuck out petulantly- blatantly pouting now after yet another denial. The nerve, really- to say 'no' to such a perfectly wonderful boy. "What do I say~? I say boo. Bad form Jas." Calloused fingers hovered idly at the rise of his hip, brushing against skin only just above the low waist of his pants. "Please Jas? Get an apron and help?" It was a sugary sweet tone, more than enough to be obvious, though subtlety was hardly the point now. Best innocent expression in place, Peter bit his bottom lip cutey, looking up at the pirate with sad, hopeful eyes.

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