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

shootingstarlord:

_{He obviously had control of his limbs if he could still attempt to grab Richard’s towel, all the words from Rich’s mouth now were lies and slander. Totally wrong. He was 100% here and in control and 100% staring at Richard’s ass. Damn, when had Richard’s ass gotten that good? Was he working out more? It hadn’t looked like that when they were in high school. Not that he’d been looking. Right, not looking, that’s what he should be doing right now. Not looking, leering for just a moment longer…. and the towel was back.} 

_{A dopey smile was plastered on his face as Richard helped him back off the ground. He was always here to help him back up after his stupidest moments. Like that one time… oh man.} 

_{Pass out? Why would he pass out. He was drunk not tired, and was going to say as much before he noticed that Richard had left the room. “Don’t be gone long,” he mumbled after him. He really didn’t want to be by himself right now, moreover, he didn’t want to be away from Richard.}

_{“I won’t faint. You’re the one that fainted back when Nita broke her arm in elementary school. I’ve never fainted in my whole- motherfucker,” his teasing tone turned into a wince as Richard pressed the towel to his wound. He’d thought it had stopped bleeding but maybe he was wrong. Oh god, that didn’t feel good, in fact he was starting to feel a little sick. “Ugh—” he curled his knees to his chest and waited for it to pass.} 

_{Slowly the tension started easing out of his body at the sensation of Richard combing his fingers through his hair, distracting him from feeling sick. “You’re literally made of miracles, Richie. I’m gunna have to get hit in the head more often if it means you start treating me all nice like this,” he joked to distract from the fact that he was shamelessly leaning into Richard’s hand. Maybe he could con him into staying with until he fell asleep, all he had to was convince Richard that cuddles were essential to concussion recovery.}

_{“That feels really nice,” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a few seconds. Just to rest his eyes for a minute or two…}

He would have pressed the towel into Peter’s wound harder for bringing that up, but he cared about his (more than) best friend too much for that. He sighed at Pete’s words, wanting to say something about that, about the fact that he hadn’t been a very good friend to Peter recently. But it wasn’t as if he could say anything that was the truth. “You’ll get stupider every time you try that. There’s enough stupid in you already.” Which was a joke because Peter was one of the smartest people he knew. Pete could probably be a post-grad if he’d so desired, and was probably only still here because of him. Because he’d needed help with basic subjects that just didn’t seem to agree with him.

He didn’t faint and it wasn’t because of the blood. He’d just been worried for Nita, was all. “Well, I can count the number of times you fainted on at least one hand, the sheer amount of times you’ve done wacky things and not forgetting the times for sheer exhaustion.” Richard retorted halfheartedly, hands still on Pete’s hair. He’d imagine doing this under different circumstances of course. Like when he was kissing Peter or when they were together and cuddling in bed and he didn’t need an excuse to do it, unlike now.

“Mmhmm…” Richard murmured, and wiped his hands on the towel before continuing to card his fingers through the soft blond hair. It wasn’t long before he felt Peter’s breathing thinning and Richard knew that he’d fallen asleep. He smiled fondly and shifted the Pete’s head away from his lap and onto the pillow, with the towel still over the wound, so as to not dirty the clean pillowcase.

He lingered on the edge of Pete’s bed, reluctant to leave, and wanting to stay awake in case Pete needed his help when he woke. Richard stared at his best friend for a while, and lightly pressed his hand to side of Peter’s face, sighing as he did so. Yeah, apparently they only contact he allowed himself to have with Pete nowadays was when Pete was sleep, unwell, unconscious, drunk or hurt. Any other time and he feared he would get overly touchy and Pete would know.