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

shootingstarlord:

_{“I don’t say that to all the boys. Remember, I tried to drown that one time so Adam would save me from the pool when he was on duty? I’ve never called him cute to his face and he’s a boy. And cute.” That incident had resulted in CPR from the cute lifeguard, but mostly because he’d fucked up and actually almost drowned instead of faking the whole thing. Adam had been super nice about it though. Offered to help him take swimming classes afterwards, which he did. It ended well all around and he gained a really hot friend out of the experience. A couple of hot friends in fact.}

_{“I don’t even say that to all the girls,” he grumbled with a frown. He really didn’t want to try moving off the floor, but if Rich thought it was a good idea he would try.} 

_{He’d do anything for his best friend.} 

_{Belatedly, he realized that Richard might be teasing him, “Hey, I normally do a very good job of not puking, it’s all in alternating between water and alcohol and eating all the Doritos,” he teased back most of it falling a little flat in his current state. Using Richard to climb to a position where he was sitting upright, he sighed, “I think the bed’s a lil’ out or reach at the moment.” Half slumped against the wall and half against Richard, he gave up on getting more vertical.}

_{Richard was still almost naked and in a towel.}

_Huh.

_{Tentatively, Peter reached up a hand to poke at his forehead. Immediate regret. “Fucking hell, that hurts,” he moaned. Digging his fingers into Richard’s shoulder where he was holding on to keep himself upright in response at the new wave of dizzy feelings, now featuring a slight undercurrent of nausea.}

_Lovely. 

Yeah, he remembered. He’d called Peter an idiot. Wait what. He thought Peter had done that for Gamora. Wow, he had been jealous of Gamora… For nothing. Wow, even after all these years he knew nothing about Pete. Was that why Peter didn’t seem to care that Gamora just passed him by, because he was in that swimming class where Adam had been the instructor. Well, Richard couldn’t fault Peter, after all Adam was rather hot, and really tan. Hell, he would have even tried to make a pass at the lifeguard if he was Richard’s type. Richard’s type was a brunet who dyed his hair blonde and was an all round space dork.

"Yeah, well I remember two weeks ago I had to clean up something that smelled like vodka, chips and salsa. There was even tomato bits trapped in that crack on the floor tile. Which, I fixed by the way, if you hadn’t noticed.” Hell, Richard was kind of the handyman here, even though Peter was the one studying Engineering. He’d fixed the plumbing on the toilet and the shower head. He had even fixed the heater, and that was just this room alone. Months back, they had a heat spell when the air conditioning had spoilt. It had been hell for a few days before he had declared that he wasn’t going to wait for the landlord to do nothing and went to attempt to fix it himself. (Seeing Pete shirtless during that whole ordeal made it more bearable, or rather less because it was pure torture that those pecs and abs were always in his line of sight, abs he wanted to run his tongue over.)

“Here let me help you.” He’d frowned when Peter tried to get up on his own. “Did the kiss with the counter make you stupid? You’re supposed to wait for me to help you up before you go off gallivanting.” Richard released the the tissue on Peter’s head and it fell to the floor. Sigh, he’ll clear that up later. He steadied his best friend and pulled them both to a standing position, or something like it. Richard slung Peter’s arm over his shoulder and looped his other arm around his friend’s waist. Peter’s hand was like a fire on his naked skin. He half dragged, half carried Peter out of the bathroom and towards his best friend’s bed.

“Don’t puke on me, or the bed.” He warned as he released the concussed Peter onto his own bed. Richard didn’t want to have to clean up Peter’s bed and the floor. Or himself again. His problem had died at the thought of cleaning up puke, so there was no need to take care of it. After all, he had more pressing matters to attend to.