Night Play

Night Play
By: AnimeHentai

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Fox's Peter Pan & the Pirates

They're kids, and they do get naked. But is it truely porn? YOU be the judge!

M/M, Ped

Disclaimer: Peter Pan belongs to Sir James M. Barrie. This is based on Fox's version. Moondust Berries, Fire Dust Flowers, and Mist Trees are my creation. I am not making money off this story. It's just a fanfic.
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Toon oon shone brightly on the island of Neverland. All was quiet, except for two young boys flying through the night sky. Peter Pan and Nibs was busy picking Moondust Berries for Tinkerbell, Peter's fairy companion.

"What did Tink say she needed these berries for?" Nibs asked. The blond youth held the basket as Peter filled it with the blue-white fruit.

"It's one of the ingrediants for her Fairy Dust," his brown-haired leader answered. Peter flew with the speed of an eagle as he sought out the berries, moving too fast for his second-in-command to keep up.

"Well, this looks like enough for about three hundred pouches of Fairy Dust," Nibs said. "Let's head back."

"Okay," Peter yawned. "I'm getting tired of this, anyway."

Together, the boys began the trek back to the Underground House.

"Peter!" Nibs cried suddenly in warning. "LOOK OUT!"

"Huh?" the eternal boy replied, and instantly flew into a some hanging flowers. The blossoms were bright red and gold, and glowed with a red light. Upon contact with the flowers, Peter felt hundreds of burns all over his body.

"Fire Dust Flowers!" he cried in alarm. Peter screamed in pain as the Fire Dust Flowers' pollen burned his bare skin and began to eat through his clothes. Peter began to fall from the sky, too preoccupied with the pain to think of anything else.

Nibs dropped the basket of Must ust Berries and flew to Peter's aid, catching his leader before the other hit the ground. Nibs quickly flew Peter to the closest shelter he could think of --an abandoned Indian cave in the side of the cliff facing Mermaid Lagoon. He reached the cave in almost no time at all, and just in time, too. It had begun to rain.

Inside the cave was the remains of an Indian dwelling, including clay pottery and old furs. Nibs carried Peter to a pile of furs and stripped off the injured boy's burned clothes. Casting them into the dirt of the cave floor --and putting out any possiblity of a fire that could start because of any sparks that might linger in the cloth-- Nibs laid Peter down in the musky furs.

Nibs quickly stripped his own clothes off and tossed them in the dirt, as well as his bear-hat. This was a precaution, just in case his clothes picked up any of the Fire Dust Flower pollen from Peter's clothes. He would wash them later. Right now, he had to see about Peter.

To his relief, Peter only had first-degree burns on his body. Quickly, Nibs grabbed a bowl from the floor and rushed to the entrance to the cave. He washed the bowl out in the rain, until the water in the bowl was clear. Then, he rushed back to Peter.

Nibs did not dare use either set of clothes, since they were now dirty, and may irritate the burns, slight as they were. So Nibs had to use the only thing he had --his hands. He sat the bowl down and dipped his hands into the water and began to apply it onto Peter's skin.

The cold water relieved Peter's burns and relaxed the boy somewhat. The pain eased as Nibs rubbed the water over the burns. Again and again, Nibs dipped his hands into the water and massage it onto Peter's sore and reddened skin.

Peter sighed in relief as the cold water relieved the pain. Soon, his breathing becomes easier and he is resting comfortably. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I've done all I can, Nibs thought. I'll just let him rest. The blond youth picked up their clothes and took them to the mouth of the cave. He cleaned the dirt from the clothes, then laid them on rocks inside the cave to dry. If it was not still raining, he would have been tempted to fly out and get some food. At least, he could stock up on water. Rounding up as many of the clay bowls, pots, and other containers as he could, Nibs washed them all out in the rain, and filled them all up. One bowl, he set aside to use to further treat Peter's burns, if necessary.

Before long, Peter awoke to find Nibs bending over him with a bowl of water. He blinked a few times, then smiled at his friend.

"How are you feeling, Peter?" Nibs asked. He was ready to rub in some more water, if the burns still bothered the other boy.

"Much better, Nibs," Peter answered. "Thanks. What happened?"

"You flew into sFireFire Dust Flowers. I brought you here, to tend your wounds."

"Thank you," Peter smiled. He looked past Nibs toward the mouth of the cave. "It's raining?" he asked.

"Yes. We're stuck here for the time being. And even if the rain stops, we're still stuck here." He jerked his thumb toward where their clothes lay drying.

Peter was startled, and quickly looked at himself and Nibs. They were naked?!?

"And because it's a little damp in here," Nibs said, "it'll take our clothes a long time to dry."

"Oh. Okay," was all Peter said. Nibs arose and went over to where he had stored a clay decanter of water and a couple of small, clay drinking bowls. He picked these up and brought them over to Peter's bed.

"Thirsty?" he asked. "I'm sorry that there's no food, but at least we have plenty of water."

"Sure," Peter replied. Nibs poured them each a "cup" of water, handing one to Peter. "Thanks," Peter said, and drank deep from his cup. He emptied it in under a minute, then held it out for more. Nibs complied, and poured him another cup.

He must be really hot, Nibs thought, if he's so thirsty.

After a third cup, Peter felt better. Nibs put the empty cups and decanter off to the side, then turned to make another examination of Peter's skin. He wanted to make sure that all the reddness was gone.

Nibs rubbed cold water from the bowl into all the burn places that he could find. Peter sat still as his second treated the last of his wounds, lost in his own thoughts.

How GOOD the water felt! And the hand doing the rubbing felt wonderful, too. Nibs touched him everywhere, searching for any burn that might have escaped his examination earlier. As he did so, the blond boy held Peter close, their bare skin coming in contact with each other. Peter was actually disappointed when Nibs pulled away after his task.

"That should be all the burns, Peter," Nibs reported.

Peter heard, but was not listening. Nibs' body was suddenly a thing of curiousity. He had seen it often enough at bath time, and the sight of it had never caused any strange sensations inside of Peter. Of course, there had been a total of nine boys taking a bath all at once, so the sight of naked male bodies never arose so much of an eyebrow in any of them.

Now, however, Peter was begining to get strange feelings about seeing Nibs nude form. He found himself wanting to touch it everywhere, just as Nibs had done him. And when Peter Pan made up his mind to do something, he never hesitated to do it. He reached over and touched Nibs on his bare chest.

Nibs stiffened in surprise. Never before, in all the time he had been with him, had Peter touched Nibs --or any of the Lost Boys-- in such a manner as this.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely a ghost of a whisper.

"Touching you," Peter said simply. "Like you did me. It felt good. Does it feel good to you?" He said it in all innocence, with nothing more than curiousity behind his sapphire eyes. He seemed to remember that Nibs had been rubbing his skin, so Peter tried it. But it did not feel the same. Spying the waterbowl nearby, Peter dipped his hands into it, and began rubbing the water on Nibs' chest, like Nibs did to him. NOW it felt like it had on him!

Nibs closed his eyes and let the feeling overtake him, allowing his mind to race with thoughts. It did feel good!

But is this right? he worried.

Peter watched Nibs. He thought of something else. Thimbles. Or more appropreately, kisses. It had taken awhile, but Wendy had finally straightened him out on thimbles and kisses. Although he had often kissed Wendy, and Wendy had often kissed him, Peter did not think about doing it to anyone else. To Wendy --and to Peter-- a kiss was a gesture of affection, something they gave each other when they felt like it. Tink would stew like broiled meat when they did, but Peter did not care. He took it for granted that he loved both Wendy and Tinkerbell. It never occured to him that either was jealous of the other.

It also never occured to him that kissing another boy would be different than kissing Wendy. Without hesitation, Peter leaned over and kissed Nibs. By chance, the kiss was on the lips

To the surprise of both boys, the kiss went deeper than it normally would have. Instead of a quick touch to the lips and pulling away, the kiss lingered and got deeper than Peter intended. Peter was never much on measuring time beyond suns and moons, so he could not guess that the kiss lasted for more than a full minute. Then, he pulled away and stared at Nibs in csionsion.

"What did we just do?" Nibs asked.

"A kiss," Peter answered automatically. Suddenly, both boys felt very tired. Peter fell back into the furs and wearily looked up at his second. An instant later, Nibs laid down beside his leader and friend. For long moments, they were silent, gazing up at the cavern ceiling. Finally, Peter spoke
"Ni
"Nibs, I want you to know that I really appreciate what you did for me. You probibly saved my life."

"You would have done the same for me, wouldn't you?" Nibs asked.

"Of course," Peter replied. Why did the question trouble him so much?

"Even if you weren't my leader," Nibs told him, "you are still my friend. And I always stand by my friends."

Peter smiled. Forgetting his weariness for the moment, even forgetting their current state of undress, the eternal boy playfully pins Nibs down on the fur bed by sitting on top of him. The brown-haired boy grinned down at his "prisoner", seizing Nibs' wrists to keep him from resisiting, he quietly dared the blond boy to just try to buck him off.

"I thought you were tired!" Nibs grinned back. He attempted the dare, but could not force the other boy off him.

"No matter what happens, Nibs," Peter said, still grinning at his second-in-command, "we'll be the best of friends."

"Even if I were to grow up?"

"Even if you were to grow up," Peter let go of Nibs' wrists and held his hand out to his friend. Nibs grasped Peter's hand in his and gave it a firm shake. Then, Nibs gave a tug and to Peter's surprise, he was pulled on top of Nibs. For what seemed like hours, they laid like that, not moving, but gazing into each others' eyes.

Finally, exhaustion taking over his body, Peter slipped off of Nibs and curled up to sleep, his hand still locked in the grip of devoted friendship. With the rain dying down, the two friends fell asleep.

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The boys awoke the next morning to growling stomachs. They had not had dinner the night before and both were very, very,very hungry. Barely remembering their playing the night before, Peter and Nibs dressed. Before the sun finished rising, they would find the Moondust Berry basket and continue on to the Underground House. In almost no time at all, "Neverland Forgetfullness" would set in, and the whole adventure would be forgotten, as all their adventures were.

But although they would forget their innocent discovery of each other's bodies, the deeper bond that was formed on that day would last until the end of time. No one would ever know what happened in that cave, but Peter and Nibs would always get a strange feeling whenever they came near it, and would always give each other an odd look, then grin for apparently no reason at all.

Prehaps they will one day rediscover what they had so innocently learned that night. Prehaps.

THE END