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

shootingstarlord:

_{“Kiss with the counter, good one,” Peter grinned, on the verge of chuckling hysterically. Richard seemed to be pretty on top of this whole getting him off the floor thing. As long as his legs didn’t give out they should be good for getting back to the bedroom. (Bow chika bow wow, the part of him that was still 11 years old and stupid added.) At least Richard was touching him again and not giving off that ‘I am poisonous do not touch me’ vibe anymore.}

_{Ah man, being vertical was not doing good things for his brain.} 

_{Leaning into Richard’s grip on his waist; Peter clung to Richard’s still very naked and very wet shoulders as they shuffled through the kitchenette back to the bedroom without much of a problem.}

_{The spinning didn’t seem as bad while Richard was holding him up.}

_{“I don’t want to get blood all over th’bed, or anything. I’m n’gunna puke on anything either. You already clean up after me too much it’s not fair. I never do anything for you ‘m a terrible friend,” he makes a displeased noise as Richard dumps him onto his bed anyway. So much for that.} 

_{“I coulda put a towel down or something then we coulda just thrown it out, hell you’ve got a towel right there you don’t need,” he grumbled, pointing an accusatory finger at Richard’s waist. Convinced in his reasoning, he reached out to try and make a grab for it. Only succeeding to half fall out of bed and jostle his head again. Even with Peter being half on the floor Richard wasn’t that far out of reach if he could just reach a little further and—}

_{“Gotcha,” he grinned, fingers curling around the edge of the towel and giving it a tug.}

“Well, you clearly don’t have control of your limbs, so I wouldn’t count on that. ‘Sides, you’re not half bad. I think I’ve lost count of the times you’ve helped me.” Like getting me out of my comfort zone when I was in high school, or helping me with my math and science homework and had probably pulled my horrible grades up by two levels. And forcing me to socialise and not be a loner. Richard doesn’t say. He shifted Peter to a more comfortable position when —

“Goddamnit Pete.” He shouted, as the towel came undone, and grabbed at one end, smacking his friend’s hand with his other. He managed to shield his private parts from Peter’s eyes, but his ass was completely exposed. What was worse is he was getting hard again, he didn’t want Peter to see that. Richard started blushing, and hoped the darkness of the room would help him.

Richard wrapped the towel around his waist around and pulled Peter back up. “Don’t try that again unless you want another headache.” He said seriously, before chuckling, trying to hide his embarrassment. He moved to his closet and fished out a t-shirt, underwear and shorts. “Stay right there and don’t faint.” He went to dry himself up, change in the bathroom and cleared up the dirty laundry. Richard dabbed up the blood that was on the floor and counter and grabbed an old towel (washed of course), and returned to Peter’s side.

“Here.” Richard moved to half-cradle his friend’s head, and pressed on the wound, blood mostly dried up and not flowing already. “We should probably wash it with antiseptic liquid. Later. I don’t want you moving right now.” Peter’s hair was sticking together with the blood that was clotting together, and he tried to untangle them.

Richard sighed, closing his eyes and sighing at the situation that was his life right now. He couldn’t believe he had fallen for such a dork.