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

shootingstarlord:

_{Hey, hey, how was this his fault? It was Richard who had left his underwear on the floor. All Peter had been trying to do was safely navigate to the toilet. Or the sink, if it was an emergency. He wasn’t even sure he needed to use the bathroom anymore, the aching in his head seemed much more annoying than his bladder at the moment.}

_{“I didn’t mean to- do the tripping thing? I mean. I was just gunna pee and I know you were in the shower but what am I gunna do? Go walk to the food place down the street? I wouldn’t have made it down the elevator." His speech is slurred, although it’s not really clear if that’s from hitting his head or just being drunk.} 

_{"What the hell is that counter made out of anyway?” Ah yes, drunk whining, his worst habit. Trying to counter that, he grabbed onto Richard’s hand where it was pressing something against his head. He wasn’t trying to pull the hand away, just hold onto it like he was helping Richard do something constructive. Like he was being useful by helping Richard hold the towel? Toilet paper? Whatever he was holding to his head.} 

_{Richard wasn’t there something he wanted to tell him? Oh yeah.}

_{“You know you have a very nice dick and it’s well within my rights as drunk best friend to compliment you on it. And not have it be weird so don’t make it weird. But man, it is nice. I’m not even into dudes. Well- I am, kind of. I mean there was this tiny thing with Kallark in a closet at a party once. Not a thing at all, and Adam’s cute too, and you. Oh and that engineering kid, Stark whatever. Winter is coming,” he snorted at his own joke, and then groaned because it had moved his head and made things spin again.}

_{“You know, our bathroom floor is very clean given the fact that we’re two dudes, is that something you did? Thanks Richie,” and now he’s mumbling, trying to enjoy the fact that the floor is nice and cold and really what’s the point of anything beyond that? Maybe he’d just lay on the floor for the rest of forever.}

He wanted to tell Peter that there was actually a toilet down the hall, but he figured he’d let his best friend continue talking. Richard had dealt with drunk Peter, hurt Peter, both drunk and hurt Peter before. It was just best to let the man next to him ramble on, he never meant half the things he said during this period anyway.

Richard extracted Peter’s hands away when said hands were becoming more trouble then they were worth. He had to change the tissue anyhow. Or perhaps he should really use a towel, they tend to absorb more blood, but were a pain in the ass to wash. “Well, probably concrete, I’m surprised your brains weren’t all over the floor.” He humoured Peter, and yet had been really worried about Pete when he smacked his head on the counter. Right, to the doctor later, and what was that about waking the person up after a few hours to check if they were okay?

Richard blushed as Peter rambled. Peter had complimented his dick, which gave a stir at the mention. Christ, control yourself. Peter being half into guys? Well, he hadn’t known that… Kallark and Peter? God, even the jock with the mohawk managed to have a score with Peter before him. Then again, Richard wasn’t just looking for a one time thing, or even just a sexual thing. He wanted more of a long term, lasting relationship and possibly buying a house and living in domestic bliss and finally proposing type of thing. Yeah, he had it bad. Probably a lot more than he wanted to be an author. He’d even wrote poems for Pete, about Pete, (not that he’d ever show them to him). He shook his head. Pete thought he was cute? He was probably saying that because he was still drunk, that, or he had a concussion. Peter probably didn’t even know what he was talking about. “You know, I bet you say that to all the guys.” He mumbled, not wanting to accidentally insert emotion into his words lest Peter read through them. Well, considering that said friend was drunk and concussed it was highly unlikely, but he wasn’t going to be stupid twice in like ten minutes. Jerking off to Peter was more than enough stupid for a lifetime, and they probably wouldn’t even be in this awkward situation if he’d just controlled his urges.

“Well, with all the puking you do after a night like this, someone has to keep it clean, and you certainly weren’t doing it.” He chuckled, and nudged Peter, “Hey, you okay? Think you can get up? We should move this to the bed — I mean, move you to your bed.” God, his mind was still stuck in thinking with his dick mode. Well, he was almost calm and significantly less turned on than he was like a minute ago, so that was progress.