Too Much To Drink || Peter (yourprincestarlord) & Richard (rchardriders)

yourprincestarlord:

rchardriders:

When Peter knocked into his side, he lost the grip he had on the table, pulling it with him. Richard drunkenly questioned why Peter hadn’t thought to nail or glue the damn thing down, as the distinct smell of coffee hit him in the nose, before said liquid actually hit him. He landed on top of his boyfriend (? — Was that what they were now? He didn’t know. It sounded strange anyway, and it certainly didn’t fit what they’ve been through together) as the liquid splattered on and around them, chips following soon after. Because he was on top of Pete (again), he’d taken the blunt of the attack, and as the result was probably covered with most of the stuff, hence Peter’s uncontrollable laughter.

Richard shook his head, dislodging some of the undesirables. They probably looked ridiculous, and he laughed along with Peter. For their time first time it seemed to be going just swimmingly. Richard shut Peter up by kissing him again, he was already addicted to the taste of Peter. “I need a shower.” He expressed his disgust with the situation they caught themselves in with scrunch of his nose. Richard got up, kicked his shoes away, and surprisingly managed to step on the front of his socks to remove them. He rid himself of his pants and briefs before he gave his hand to Peter to pull him up.

Belatedly, he realised he hadn’t had a shower, or a bath in like forever. Richard smiled, a long bath was well earned and he was going to share it with someone he loved. “You coming?”

Peter wasn’t a fan of being shut up, but this was a method he definitely liked as he kissed back. Richie tasted a little like coffee now from the splatter. He sighed in disappointment when Richie stood, but watched him strip with appreciation, a smile never leaving his face.

He blinked when the words registered, then he burst into a new set of giggles at the question. “I thought that was the plan!” He laughed again but took Richie’s hand and stood somewhat wobbly and pushed down his own pants, kicking them off. Or tried to. He was still wearing boots. Blinking stupidly for a second he sat down on the bed and pulled them off, tossing them somewhere in the room before standing again.

He slinked his arms around Richie and squeezed his ass in his hands. Leaning forward, Peter licked his face, drawing a chip into his mouth and eating it. It was stale, but the look he was getting was worth it.

“You immature…” Richard sighed, deciding that it was best to not fuel Peter’s juvenile thoughts. He couldn’t decide if he was turned on at the view of Pete’s naked body or amused at his failure to even get undressed properly. His mind settled on a mix of both.

Richard moaned when Peter came up to his and grabbed his hand, body reacting, immediately thrusting towards Peter. His hand rested on the other’s muscular waist, and he felt Pete lick at his face, and ate a chip that he had failed to remove when he’d had gotten off from the ground. He scrunched his face up, commenting on it, “That’s gross, Pete, you’re kinda killing the mood. Next thing we know you’ll be licking the coffee off me too. In fact, forget I said that…”

Images flashed in his head, that was actually all kinds of hot, and his hips jerk involuntary, his cock sliding against Pete’s own. Richard gasps out, his hand slipping to between their bodies to wrap around them both, members already slick from pre-cum.