We’d Set The World Alight || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (shootingstarlord)

shootingstarlord:

rchardriders:

Richard awoke to a snore, and breath down his neck. He could help but smile — Wait a minute! Why was there a person almost spooning him on his bed? He craned his head to the side, and… Oh, it was Peter. This was probably the third time Peter had fallen into his bed while he was still asleep, (of course it was the third time, he counted,) and he could smell the alcohol on him. Richard sighed, and ‘cursed’ his catchphrase internally. He shifted around, and felt his body react. Peter was fully clothed, probably had been too drunk to even remove his shoes last night, while he was significantly less clothed, only in a tight boxers that only got tighter. He had better leave the bed to take care of his problem before Peter woke up and things got awkward.

He’d grown out of the lanky awkward loner that he was in high school and he had Pete to thank for that. He was pretty sure he had Peter to thank for a lot of things, including the fact that they were best friends. In fact, he had - has a major crush on said best friend for about three years now, but if Peter ever found out, he probably wouldn’t want to room with him any longer.

If Peter knew about the nights Richard spent thinking about Peter and the times he woke up with a hard on with thoughts of Peter in his dreams — He shuddered as he stripped himself of in the bathroom, he didn’t need to think of the consequences. The close proximity to Pete left him hard and sexually frustrated, and he couldn’t help but take himself in hand as he got into the shower.

_{Peter Quill was not a partier. He partied, sure, but saying he was a partier was like saying Peter was a fish because he liked to go to the pool on Tuesdays to swim laps. He drank and got drunk, but rarely drunk with the with sole aim of getting wasted.}

_{Not to say that it never happened, but when it did, it was mainly because he needed to get away from the stress of his life. He’d chosen AstroAeronautical Engineering as his major, and he loved it, but damn if the courses didn’t run him ragged and leave him with very little time to unwind and be himself.} 

_{It didn’t help matters that he felt like his childhood best friend was trying to put more and more distance between them every day.}

_{He had tried to subtly bring it up with Rich, he tried. Every time he thought Rich was going to fess up to whatever was making him act like this, he’d start acting even weirder. His face would screw up like someone had tried to force feed him a lemon and then he’d get all red.}

_{It was down right worrying.} 

_{Still, this all found him stumbling drunkenly back into their dorm on a Thursday night; before faceplanting into his best friend’s bed. It wasn’t unusual for them to share a bed, they had shared beds all the time as kids, what was unusual was that he didn’t fall into the deep sleep he always did when sleeping next to Richard. The last flaming shot of 151 proof rum had left him less than three sheets to the wind, and the room was spinning too much for him to do more than doze and cuddle his long-suffering best friend.} 

_{His bladder woke him from his light napping after a while. Richard was nowhere to be seen, but judging by the spaceship noises coming from the pipes in the wall he was using the shower. Too bad, he had to pee. Nature waits for no man. What the fuck was he showering for at 4am anyway?}

_{Stumbling, the room still spinning around him, he made his way to the bathroom door and gave a half-hearted knock before entering. “I’m not loo- Shit,” Peter yelped as he stumbled over Richard’s nightclothes.}

_{It only took seconds for the room spinning around to get violently disorientating as his head whacked against the counter on his way to the floor, and biting the inside of his cheek when he arrived at his final destination didn’t make him feel much better. At least his head was kinda turned toward the shower. Is that Richard’s dick? Impressive. Has he seen that before? It certainly had never looked that impressive before. Was there something something leaking on his face? “Ow—”}

He imagined how Peter would have jerked him off, and it wasn’t the first time either. Probably wouldn’t be the last, he was after all in a monogamous relationship with his hands. Richard turned on the water and allowed the water to run down his body as he pumped his fist, imagining Peter standing behind him and taking him into his hand while nipping at his neck, and telling him of all the things he was going to do to him. Richard thrusted into his own hand at the thought. And God, he was this close to moaning his best friend’s name aloud, but he knew that Pete was not behind him but rather sleeping in his bed — and that just fueled his already vivid imagination — with only a door separating them, so he bit his lip and continued his ministrations.

He was on the verge of climax, when said person he was fantasising about crashed through the door, with barely a knock. Richard had almost squeaked, and immediately let go of his hard cock.

He was completely mortified at the whole situation.

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen each other naked before. But then again, not when Richard was hard, or for that matter jerking off to said person. Richard had tried very hard not to reveal anything to Peter, not to slip up and tell Peter everything, even going so far as to come up with excuses to be away from his best friend. Being a Creative Writing Major, he’d mentioned to Peter that he needed space for his muse. But Peter had kept bugging him about it, and every time he feared he would just spurt out the truth. Now, if Peter had found out this way… things would just be far more awkward than it would haven been if he’d just told Peter about his silly unrequited crush. What would Peter think if he knew that Richard had got off on the idea that they —

The thought was interrupted when Peter tripped on his boxers and attempted a face palm onto the counter, which had been successful. Richard hurriedly grabbed his towel and wrapped it over his body, rushing to turn off the shower before helping Peter up. He was still hard, the towel running against his crotch, when noticed that his friend was bleeding.

“Damn it, Pete. Why’d you have to be so clumsy?” Richard questioned him rhetorically, knowing that this was Peter they were talking about. Granted, it was his fault that he’d left his boxers on the floor when he entered the washroom, but that was still Peter’s fault in his mind, for trying to cuddle with him in the middle of the night. He reached over as he got Peter to sit up and tore some tissue paper from its roll to press into Peter’s head wound in an effort to stop the blood flow. It didn’t look that serious of a wound, but he figured he better bring him to the doctor’s when the sun was actually up. God knows how Peter hated to see the doctor, and Richard was always the one that had to drag him tooth and nail there.