A Powerful Thing.

Peter came up for air and smiled at his beloved friend. He still had Slightly's arms pinned above the boy's head and had grown hard during their kiss.

"I feel you, Peter, pressing against me."

Slightly's voice was so husky, so gently, it made Peter's heart swell to the point of bursting. And suddenly his bulging heart filled with fear; the fear of lising Slightly again. The floodgates had opened and the cold came crashing in. Peter's grip grew firmer and his expression turned grave.

"Never leave me again, Slightly. Never, ever leave."

the younb boy looked up with large, moist eyes.

"I won't. I promise."

Peter's heart ached with fullness, as did his prick. He leaned forward again, capturing his companion with another kiss, and as he did so, he rubbed his swollen prick against his young friend ever so lightly. He was afraid to scare his Lost Boy, but to his surprise, Slilghtly moaned into his mouth and arched to press him closer.

Peter pulled away quite suddenly.

"I mustn't do this. How could I? How could I take that which is so dear to me? It would be wrong."

He released his grip from Slightly's wrists and brought his slender hands to his companion's face, stroking it. Every fibre of his being wanted him to go on, to express the ove that spilled out of his heart. Peter's hands trembled as his mind fought the urges his body was having.

An icy chill ran down Pan's spine as the cold, Northern wind passed by again and something happened that would change everything.

Slightly took one of Peter's quaking hands and placed it back on his wrist above his head. The boys locked eyes for the briefest of moments, an eternity passing in a second, as the unspoken words reverberated between their young bodies.

You would not be taking that which is freely given.

A tear of joy spilled from the corner of Peter's eye and he stopped resisting the temptation that was growing so hard to control. He took hold of Slilghtly's other wrist and pushed the young boy's legs apart with his knees as he leaned down to kiss the paper-like skin of his friend's neck. He ran a finger up the middle of Slighty's shirt, playfully popping the buttons off one by one, then attacking the pallid chest beneath with electric kisses. Pan delighted in hearing Slightly's beautiful voice with each raspy breath his young companion took. He loved running his hands over the rapidly rising and falling ribcage, locked behind the flinter-thin opalescent skin. Peter touched it, tasted and nipped it.

"Any more of this, Peter, and I might start to fly."

Pan raised up, took off his tunic and smiled in delight. His white teeth almost glowing in contrast with his radient, coppertone body.

"I'm counting on it, Slightly."

Peter swooped down, rubbing his taught chest against that of his friend. Alabaster and bronze colliding. He could feel Slightly's hands running up and down his back with all the insecure hesitation of an innocent. He reciprocated and let his own hands slide further down, placing the firm, young cheeks in his palms before slliding his friend's pants down. Soft moans escaped Slightly's throat as Peter kissed the insides of his thighs.

Suddenly the Lost Boy tensed.

"I have no inkling what to do," he whispered. His otherworldly voice piercing right through Peter's core.

"We'll explore together then. Just like an adventure," he replied.

Peter continued to kiss his young friend's thighs, tentatively circling the cheeks and their hidden treasure. He pushed them apart and slid in his tongue as his right hand snaked up to stroke Slightly's prick, causing his Lost Boy to tremble like a flower in the Spring rain. He pushed his tongue farther and quickened his strokes. Slightly let out an angelic "Oh" and quaked from head to toe.

"Surely," he breathed, "Surely there is nothing sweeter. Look at how I shake."

"You are sweeter," Peter said as he held his beloved friend close to him. The moistness of Slightly's sweat and love exciting him beyond belief.. He parted the boy's legs again and carefully slipped a finger in. Sliding it in and out, he could feel his young companion relaxing more and more with trust.

"Will you climb me like a mountain, Peter?"

"Yes, you shall be my sweetest adventure."

Very slowly, Peter lowered his hips between Slightly's legs, looking and smiling at his friend all the while. He placed his prick against the subtle opening and pushed inside with care.

Slightly gasped, his eyes growing wide.

"Hold my head, Peter. Please, will you?"

Peter complied, gently cradling Slightly's head with his left hand as he used his right to grab hold of the boy's cheeks. He thrust in carefully, his motions fluid, organic. His heart stood ablaze in his chest, the love within growing tenser and deeper with every passing second, just like his prick, until it all spilled out in magnificent crescendo.

The two boys held eachother. The cold wind had passed through Neverland, leaving nothing but the heat of the sun and their love.