Title: But What About the Lost Boys?
Summary: When Wendy comes home from school, Nick and Jeff learn that she’s being teased and as much as they’d just like to clock the little satans in the eye, that seems a tad bit illegal. Instead, Nick explains the significance of both of their names and what it means to them.
Jeff was sitting on the couch, his feet resting on top of the coffee table. His arm hung lazily over the back of the couch, remote in the other hand. As grand as it was to be on tour, watching the smile of thousands of people and hearing his name chanted in the crowd, not that he needed the ego boost. He enjoyed his time off. The months between when he was off the road, when he could sit back and not do anything for hours on end, wake up to his husband next to him, and welcome his kids home… that was better than any tour around the world.
Closing his eyes, he laid his head against the back of the sofa and rolled his shoulders. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and as much as he’d like to say it was because there were a pair of legs around his neck, it was because he’d spent it on the phone talking to his managers. How many times did he have to tell her that he didn’t book events over the winter anymore? He didn’t want a single chance of missing Christmas or Belle’s birthday.
Fingers slipped to his shoulders, gripping him and rolling the tense muscle beneath his skin. “Yeah.” He grinned, teeth showing as his body relaxed under Nick’s massage. “How come you weren’t there?”
Nick chuckled darkly and leaned down to brush his lips past Jeff’s ear. “I was too busy taking care of myself in our bed.”
Jeff’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?” He turned to look a the brunet. “I missed that?!”
Nick smirked and made his way around the side of the couch to throw a leg over both of Jeff’s. He straddled his hips, kneeling on the edge of the furniture as he wound his arms around Jeff’s neck. “You’ll never know.”
Jeff’s hands found the hips, thumb rubbing against the exposed skin just under the hem of one of his own shirts that hung loosely off the brunet.
“But maybe I could describe to you what happened?”
Sighing, Jeff’s fingers ran slowly up Nick’s shirt. “Aww, but it’s so much more fun to watch.” His hands finally took a hold of Nick, forcing him down and grinding them against one another.
As a small gasp left Nick, his fingers dug into the back of Jeff’s neck. “Mm, you know I’d love to, but we can’t. They’ll be back soon.”
He glanced over Nick’s shoulder at the digital clock that emitted from the satellite receiver and then bucked up against him, dragging him along his hips. “I can make you finish in ten minutes.” Jeff clicked his tongue, hand skidding around to press against the small of Nick’s back. “Five minutes, if you let me use my mouth and fingers.”
“And if they walk in on us?”
“We’ll give them the ‘because daddy and papa love eachother very much’ speech.”
Nick snorted. “Yeah, because last time you just waved your arms in front of them and said, ‘You didn’t see anything.’ That worked like a charm.”
Shrugging, Jeff leaned forward to nip at his lips. “And it did work like a charm. Wen hasn’t even mentioned it since.”
“Because she was too young to remember.” Nick kissed him, talking between each meeting of their lips. “You’re lucky she can’t.”
“Oh,” Jeff pulled away, rotating his hips gently between Nick’s thighs. “Maybe I should be punished. Learn my lesson so it doesn’t happen again.”
Laughing Nick leaned forward once more, grazing his lips across Jeff’s jaw just as fingers dipped into the waist of his sweats, tracing the line that lead to the center of his… A clammer of a shutting a door shook the walls. Jeff’s head fell back once more as he stared out at the ceiling, groaning loudly in exasperation.
“Better luck next time, Jeffy.” Smiling widely, Nick quickly kissed his husband once more before he flipped so he sat on the couch. “Yeah, babies? We’re in here.”
Belle came in first as he dropped her schoolbag to the floor. “Wen was teased.”
Nick’s brows rose. “What?”
Wendy came in shortly after, her face sullen and eyes toward the floor.
Jeff’s hand jumped out, already landing on Nick’s shoulder as he sat forward. He could almost feel the heat starting to simmer off his skin. “Hold on. Just wait, let her explain.” Jeff glanced back over toward the blonde haired child. “What happened? Did you see it?”
The six year old shrugged, her feet working against the floor. “Kinda. They were making fun of her name.”
Jeff frowned and leaned forward. “What do you mean?”
She pursed her lips and looked up, meeting hazel eyes with her own electric blue. “They were making fun of her because of Peter Pan.”
“What’d you do?” Jeff’s eyes flickered over to the small brunet who was now sitting in his husband’s lap. When he looked back at Belle, her face had hardened.
“I kicked them.”
Jeff’s face broke out into a grin, automatically raising his hand. “Alright. Point one for the big sis.”
Belle’s face brightened and her hand came up as well to hit her father’s as best she could.
Smiling, Jeff glanced over at Nick, whose features had fallen. His arms wrapped around their other child as his eyes bore into Jeff’s. “I mean…” Jeff cleared his throat and looked back at the small first grader. “You shouldn’t kick people, Ladybug. That’s wrong.” He held out his arms and pulled her against him. Lowering his voice, he said, “I’ll slip you an extra piece of something after dinner if you don’t tell him.”
Nick turned his attention back to the dark haired child on his lap. “What’d they say, sweetie?”
Wendy pouted. “They asked when I was gonna fly away.” She met her dad’s eyes. “I don’t wanna fly away, Papa.”
Nick gave her a half smile and settled back into the couch, pulling her with him. “You know why you were named Wendy and Belle?” He brushed a hand through her silky hair, curls bouncing as his fingers threaded through the strands. He felt her head move against his chest and his eyes caught sight of the eldest one as she sat on the edge of the coffee table, her legs swinging slightly in front of her as she shook her head as well. “Because,” he started, “when I was little I knew a Peter Pan.”
Jeff locked his gaze with Belle, shaking his head gently. He knew she knew he wasn’t real, that it was a made up story. She was smarter than her age and she caught on to things quickly, as much as it sometimes came back to bite them in the ass. But she also knew when it was time to talk and what to share with her sister. However, Jeff’s own curiosity had been struck. When they had decided on the names, it had been obvious what they should be. They were Lost Boys, after all.
Growing up down the street from one another, they had things that had become theirs and somewhere along the line Peter Pan was stitched into their memories. Late nights when they’d throw sheets over their head and talk about what it would be like to go to Neverland. Those days off of school when they’d watch every version of it they had throughout their day away from the classroom. At one point Nick had even convinced Jeff to dress up as Wendy, though that was before they were aware of how different that was compared to what other children did.
When they had separated, those years Jeff had moved away, no contact or possible thought of seeing one another again, each of them would watch it and remember the nights they’d run in the nearby field looking for fireflies and battling Captain Hook as they fled to one of the large trees. It was something they both clung to, a memory that recurred over the years. They both had mourned the loss of one another, but they used that to keep a hold of what had happened and who they were. That story was a part of them… They were the Lost Boys and they had been destined to find one another again.
So when it came time to marry and have kids… it only seemed right to name them so.
Wendy’s dark eyes widened. “Really?!” She pushed off of Nick’s chest to look at him.
He hummed gently. “Mhm.” He nodded and readjusted their seating. “But it wasn’t that Peter Pan. It was a different one.”
Jeff cocked his head slightly, watching as the four year old questioned Nick in fascination.
“Wow, I didn’t know there were more.”
Nick smiled. “This one is special, you see. He was much taller than that one and he use to make fun of me a lot because of my height.” He grimaced. “He told me I could fly once too, but he forgot to put pixie dust on me.” Nick’s eyes flickered to Jeff’s and just as they did, realization flashed across the blonde’s mind. A warmth spread across his skin as remembered the time he told Nick he could fly.
“It’s okay, Nicky. You can do it! You just gotta jump!”
“I don’t know, Jeffy…”
“Trust me. You’re one of the Lost Boys, right? You can do it!”
And then Nick had broken his arm jumping off the shed in Jeff’s backyard…
“See,” Nick licked his lips with a gentle smile. “He use to come get me a lot and he’d take me to his house. We use to play and he even let me live with him for a while. He was my best friend.”
“No way, Papa.”
"Yes, way.” Nick nodded and ran his fingers through her hair. “He had really bright blonde hair and he’d make me laugh all the time. And… he use to save me.” Nick paused, eyes glazing over for a moment to think, see what had happened all those year ago. “He use to know when I was feeling down and he’d come make me feel better. He made all the bad thoughts go away.”
Nick clenched his jaw, his parent’s harsh words vibrating in his inner voice. Their utter disapproval of his “choice” to be who he was ringing in his ears. Their hate for his best friend and their screams of distaste use to vibrate the walls of their house and cause his stomach to drop. Every night it’d get dark and he’d wait for something to change, some way he could escape… Fingers brushed against his cheek as he blinked the images away, finding a pair of hazel to his left, staring back at him in concern.
“You still here, baby?”
His head tilted slightly, the same pair of eyes, though now the skin around them had aged slightly, were still the same. They looked just as they had before, every time they’d show up and pull him from that cold feeling that would sweep over him and a hand would cradle into his own, taking him away from there.
Two small sets of hands cupped his jaw and forced him to look back at the little girl he was holding, her face scrunched up in worry. “Papa? Are you okay?”
Nick smiled and laughed brokenly, a stinging sensation rising just behind his eyes. “Yeah.” He swallowed and blinked the dampness away. “I’m okay, sweetie.” He cleared his throat and sighed before continuing. “I was just thinking about him again. He’s very important to me.”
“Like Daddy is?”
Nick nodded slowly and brushed the hair away from her face, just like he use to with Jeff, just as he still did when they laid in their bed late at night, the room not as dark as it had once been. “Just like daddy is.” Breathing, he finally composed himself long enough to finish. “And that’s why you’re Wendy and Belle. They’re important too. They mean a lot to him, just like you mean everything to us.”
Finally, Jeff spoke up. “Plus, maybe one day you’ll get to fly too.”
Nick narrowed his eyes slightly. “Don’t give them ideas.”
Belle suddenly perked up. “But what about the Lost Boys? You were one of them too?”
“You could say that.” Nick nodded. “We decided we wanted to grow up. Wanted to have you.” His fingers pressed against Wendy’s stomach, causing her to giggle and go into fits.
Jeff smiled and stood, pressing his lips to Belle’s forehead before rotating her toward the way they had come. “Okay. Time for homework. Bags and kitchen, go.” He pushed her gently and picked up Wendy to do the same.
When he heard the contents of their bags being spread across the kitchen table, he turned to Nick and held out his hands so he could take them and pull him up to his level. Then Jeff found himself wrapping his arms around the brunet’s neck and pressing his face just under his jaw, pulling him close. “I love you.”
Nick closed his eyes, breathing in Jeff’s scent as his fingers gripped his back. “I love you too.”
Pulling away, Jeff rested his forehead against Nick’s for moments, fingers playing with the dark hair at the back of his neck.
When he heard bags falling to the floor, he leaned away. “So, Peter, huh?” He grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth. “I seem to remember being Wendy at one point… I bet I’d make a good Jane, too.”
Nick pressed his lips Jeff’s before slipping free from him. “I don’t know. Maybe one night we’ll see how good of a Jane I’d be.” Winking, he spun on his heels and made his way toward the kitchen.
“Shake your hips like that and you won’t need to wear a dress, baby.”
Nick laughed and shook his ass a little before he rounded the corner, a catcall following his exit.