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

shootingstarlord:

_{Sensing that something warm was trying to leave the bed, the sleeping blond threw an arm out, trying to lasso whatever was on the bed and tug it closer to his body. Whatever it was, he didn’t want it to leave while he was sleeping. Maybe didn’t want it to leave ever.}

_{Holding on to it tightly, he dropped off into a deeper sleep. The wound on his temple slowly scabbed over, forehead still smeared with a bit of blood that hadn’t completely been wiped away. It would take a long shower to get it all out of his hair, but that could wait until morning. If Richard wanted to move before then he was going to have to pry himself out of Peter’s arms.} 

_{Although, there was no reason that he couldn’t have a little fun. Snuggling up to Richard’s back he kissed the back of his neck, something in his mind telling him that it was okay. This was the natural progression of their friendship. To his surprise, Richard turned around and planted a full kiss on his lips. It was a pleasant shock that the kissing soon turned heated, Peter throwing a leg over Richard’s hips to grind into him.} 

_{“Mmmmmph- Richie,” he groaned, as Richard moved to palm him through his pants. Why hadn’t he changed after the party.}

Richard had stayed a while longer before he figured he best get some sleep before he brought Pete to the doctor. He’d barely pushed himself out of the bed when an arm went around him. Richard sighed, apparently Pete wasn’t going to let him sleep alone.

He let Pete pull him in. God, he was so weak. Richard scooted and laid down beside his best friend. Right, not weird at all. He was not going think any sort of lewd thoughts. He turned to face away from Pete, that way if he’d pop any awkward boners it wouldn’t be so bad. He blinked a couple of times wondering how he had managed to get himself into such a problem. The arm was still around his waist, and they were practically cuddling like they had been just half an hour ago.

Eventually, Richard almost managed to fall asleep, tiredness claiming him, brain shutting down, finally without thoughts. He stilled when Peter kissed his neck, eyes opening in shock. What was Pete doing? He slowly turned to find Peter still asleep and… Grinding against him… He had to get out fast or he was going to get hard. Richard leaned a hand against Pete, shaking him slightly. “Uh… Pete?”

“Richie —” Pete was having a sex dream about him? Probably not, he was just the one that was beside Pete, that was probably it. After all, Pete was drunk and had a head injury. Richard pulled Peter’s leg away from him and lightly pushed Peter off him.