AN: I realise that I had the previous chapter listed as complete, but I decided that I wanted to extend the story, so here's another chapter and if you want me to continue; review, follow or favourite (or all three). Also if you have any requests in terms of what Peter and Gabe do, PM me or leave it in a review :)

Peter managed to keep away from Gabe for a week before the desire to see him again became overwhelming. So, in the middle of the night, he quietly flew to Hook's ship- being careful not to be seen.

It took him a few tries to find the right window. He looked in to see Gabe's sleeping form sprawled across a small cabin bed, his mouth wide open and drool pooling on his pillow.

'How cute.' Peter thought to himself.

Gently, he knocked at the window, hoping Gabe was a light sleeper.

The dark-haired boy's eyes flickered open and he stared around his room in confusion. Peter knocked again and Gabe jumped before turning to look at the window.

Once he saw Peter grinning in at him, his eyes widened dramatically and he scrambled out of bed, to the window.

He hurriedly cracked it open and whispered, "What are you doing here? My uncle will kill me and you if he catches you with me!"

Peter's grin widened, "Maybe I missed your sweet little ass."

A pink blush spread across Gabe's face, "Did you want to come in?" Peter nodded and Gabe opened the window further, allowing him to climb in.

"We have to be really quiet," Gabe whispered, "my uncle's in the next room and the men are all right below."

Peter smirked, "I have the perfect solution for that. You got any scarves?"

Gabe's eyes darkened with lust and he nodded and pointed towards a drawer. Peter grabbed him by his wrists and pulled him towards him before kissing him long and languidly.

When they pulled apart, Peter leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "Stay right there, close your eyes and don't move."

Drawing in a shaky breath, Gabe did as he was told. He heard the sound of the drawer opening and closing and Peter's following footsteps.

All of a sudden, a silk scarf was being wrapped over his eyes and tied around his head. "Does that fit right?" Peter asked quietly. Gabe inclined his head.

Next Peter was squeezing on his jaw, forcing his mouth open. Another scarf was wrapped around the lower part of his face, acting as a gag between his lips.

Peter gave him a gentle kiss on his nose.

"I'm going to tie your wrists and ankles, but the wrists will be loose enough that if there's a problem you can undo them yourself." He assured Gabe, "But first, let's get you out of the clothes."

First he pulled at Gabe's shirt over his head, running a hand over his chest and abdomen. When his fingers brushed over Gabe's nipple, he felt the boy shiver with desire.

Smirking wickedly, Peter tweaked the hardened nub and heard a muffled groan fall from Gabe's lips.

His smirk widening, he trailed his hand down to cup Gabe's cock through his trousers, rubbing it through the rough fabric. Gabe's hips thrust forward, desperate for more friction, his penis throbbing with lust.

"Stop teasing!" he tried to yell, though it came out as more of a 'mmph mmphgm'. Peter chuckled deeply, "Remember, quiet."

Gabe just groaned in response.

Peter decided to take pity on him, roughly yanking down his pants and pushing him onto his bed. Gabe landed with an 'oomph', his feet in the air and his legs wide open.

Peter quickly pulled his trousers from his ankles then tied them together before doing the same with Gabe's wrists.

He gave the knots a gentle tug, and, satisfied with his handiwork, hurried to shuck off his own clothing.

He sat Gabe upright on the bed, positioning him so that his legs were straight out in front of him. Then, taking care to not let any other part of his body touch him, Peter licked a strip from the base of Gabe's cock to its head.

To his delight, a bead of pre-cum dribbled from the head. Wanting more, he lapped at the tip before lowering his head and slowly but surely taking in the whole thing.

He stopped as the head nudged the back of his throat. Breathing deeply through is nose, Peter started sucking hard, flexing his throat muscles in such a way that it caused Gabe to groan loudly through his gag.

Peter pulled back so that Gabe's cock was only just against his lips, then started bobbing up and down, taking him in as far as possible each time before pulling back off again.

Gabe threw his head back in pleasure and tried with all his might not to cum. Being blindfolded seemed to heighten his other senses; he could hear the slurping and sucking perfectly as Peter went down on him, and he could barely stand the feeling at all.

Unable to help himself, he started bucking, trying to get himself deeper into the wet warmth. Peter gripped his hips and held him down, rendering him completely helpless.

Gabe's attempted thrusting became more and more erratic and uncontrolled. His moaning, groaning and mumbling got louder and more desperate.

Peter smiled to himself, with his lips still stretched over Gabe's dick. Knowing what was coming, he increased the intensity of his ministrations, twisting his tongue over and around the cock as much as he could.

Sneaking one hand under him, Peter rubbed two fingers against Gabe's hole. He felt it twitch beneath him.

He rubbed over it again.

Suddenly hot cum spurted into Peter's mouth and Gabe released one loud long moan.

Peter pulled off of his cock and sat back satisfied. He was about to untie Gabe and get him to return the favour when there was a sharp rap on the door.

Peter scrambled to get under the bed and he heard Gabe struggling to undo all his knots.

All of a sudden the door burst open and Peter saw a pair of black boots storm in, "What's going on in here?" he heard Hook demand.

Gabe blushed furiously, "Nothing uncle, I was just sleeping, why?"

"I thought I heard something" Hook grumbled.

Peter stifled a snort and shoved a hand over his mouth and nose to keep it in.

"I must've been sleep talking or something, sorry uncle."

"Don't lie to me boy, do you think I'm blind? There are clothes scattered everywhere and some of them belong to that Peter Pan!" Hook yelled.

Hook suddenly lurched forward and dragged Gabe from his bed. His ankles still tied together, he stumbled and fell to the ground, revealing his completely naked body to the man.

Embarrassed, Gabe drew his legs up to his chin.

"Smee!" Hook called out. He glared at his nephew, "Where is he? I'm going to cut his throat and gut him like a codfish."

Gabe gulped, "He's gone, flew out the window when you knocked." Hook scowled, "You better not be lying to me."

Just then, Smee ran in through the door, "Yes Cap'n?" he asked, waiting for his orders.

"Gather the men and search the ship, Pan's here and I'm sure of it. Start with this room." Hook demanded

Peter and Gabe both inwardly cursed.

"Please uncle, let me dress before the men come in." Gabe begged.

There was a long pause while Gabe held his breath, "Fine, go ahead then." Hook growled.

Gabe waited for him to leave so he could dress and Peter could leave. His uncle stayed exactly where he was, facing the boy.

"At least turn around, uncle." Gabe said indignantly.

Hook huffed but turned, "No funny business or I'll tie you to the mast for the night." He threatened.

Gabe scrambled to untie his ankles and pull his trousers on.

Taking that as his chance, Peter crept out from under the bed and gathered all his clothes and his dagger.

He crept up behind Hook and raised his dagger. Gabe's eyes widened; was he about to watch his- his- whatever Peter was to him, kill his uncle?

He cleared his throat.

Hook whirled around and Peter found himself face to face with his enemy. Quickly he flipped his dagger and rammed it down hilt first onto Hook's head. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Peter turned back to Gabe, "Sorry 'bout that but it was necessary if I was going to talk to you before I left."

Gabe glanced at his uncle on the ground, then back at Peter. He nodded in understanding. Peter grinned and pulled on all his clothes before taking hold of Gabe's hand.

"I'm sorry we got caught again, next time we should go somewhere more private. I'll fly us to one of my hideaways." He murmured. Gabe smiled and pulled Peter towards him, "I look forward to it."

He crashed his lips against Peter's and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Their tongues tangled and their groins pressed together, sending sparks of arousal shooting through both of them.

Peter pulled back, gasping, "I should go, I'll come fetch you tomorrow at dusk. Sorry for getting you in trouble again, Gabe-the-cum-slut." He winked at the dark haired boy then left quickly through the window.

Gabe chuckled then sat down on his bed and waited for either his uncle to wake up or the crew to arrive.