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

yourprincestarlord:

rchardriders:

“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.

Coffee licking was actually a marvelous idea, Peter thought. “You—” Peter’s words were cut off with a gasp when Richie slid against him and then wrapped his hand around them. He thrusted shamelessly into Richie’s hand, moaning at the feel of his calloused hand and his dick rubbing against his cock. 

“Thought… you wanted a shower… t-to get th’ coffee off…” Peter leaned in closer and started licking at Richie’s shoulder, “Mmmm Rich Coffee.” Peter started laughing at his joke, burying his face into Richie’s neck.

He vowed to himself never to have sex with Pete, while both or either one of them were drunk again. Not counting the disaster with the table, the jokes and puns alone were enough to put him off if he wasn’t so attracted and fond of Peter. Of course, if he wasn’t so busy trying to actually have sex with Pete, he might actually enjoy his best friend’s sense of humour, albeit a strange one, but one all the same.

He dragged Peter to the bathroom and shoved him into the shower, kissing him again. “Less talking and more kissing.” He said contradictorily, and refused to let Peter even open his mouth to voice anything out before his lips were on it again.

Richard backed Peter against the wall, one hand bunched up in Peter’s hair and the other exploring his body, playing with a nipple here and smoothing over his abs there. “Where’s your lube?” He asked as he moved to focus his attention to Pete’s jaw now that Richard actually needed to listen to what Pete had to say.