that's what i tell 'em, no rules

He wanted to get angry about Rich's response though, he would not take the blame for being cautious. He might put on airs and act the seasoned mature man when it came to the two of them, but he was still a person. He could still have his heart broken and he did everything he could to protect it from Rich. Loving someone so fiercely but knowing when not to push, it took both great strength and restraint. He never wanted to lose Rich's friendship, not that he ever thought the man would leave his side over a crush, but things could have been different. Their bond could have shifted.

Now he felt like an idiot and a laugh leaves him, resting his head against Rich's as his body shakes. " I hate you. I'm still in the prime of my youth. " A lie, they were both old soldiers . . . it was better late than never he supposed.

" We've been idiots, haven't we? " He finally asks, blue eyes rising to meet Rich's gaze and he leans in to capture one more kiss on the lips before breathing in harshly and moving his mouth to trail down Rich's jaw, peppering kisses in a long line along the sharp stubble lined edge. He hoped every kiss translated fully into how he was feeling. Relief, eagerness, happiness, absolute devotion? How the flark could he even begin to express what this revelation meant to him? How do you tell someone the extent of your feelings when you've died for one another? No love could really top that and yet he tried with each kiss, reaching his neck and immediately burying his face there and inhaling.

" Rich. " His voice comes out muffled and he kisses at the man's neck and just because he could, he shifts tactics nipping at the same spot he kissed and then eagerly sucking on the spot, his body suddenly pressing tightly against his best friend. " On earth they call it going steady, is that what we're doing? " He asks, one hand reaching up to card through dark hair while he does his best to plant kisses beneath the hem of his shirt where the collarbone was. Damn clothing.

" Seems a tad juvenile for us. We already love bombed one another and people visit our flarking memorial as a tourist attraction. We're our own ridiculous tragic love story already. Boyfriend is not the word I'd use to describe you. " Not that Peter wasn't itching to take Rich out on dates or hold his hand or do other stupid romantic things with him like other couples do, but he still remained sure that dating felt too casual for them.

Another harsh breath later and he's pulling away, beaming with newfound excitement as he pecks at Rich's lips yet again. " I love you. There I'm saying it again. No war mongering planet, no black hole, no exploding supernova can stop me from saying it. I love you and I resent the fact that I wasted so many years pretending I was okay with just being your best friend. " This time it's him that grabs at Richard's jaw. " Let's not waste anymore time, sound like a plan, gorgeous? "

but sometimes, perhaps, he deserved a little bit of a reprieve, a break from it all, even if just for a moment. at least that's what he's been trying to learn. (people need saving! but people always need saving...) and now, now was one of those moments. with peter, the man that he'd seem to always come back to no matter what happened between them, no matter what duty or heritage or otherworldly circumstances stood in their way. "we certainly have..." richard nodded, kissing the other back, pouring everything feeling he ever felt for pete into it. this was new to him. sure he'd always had feelings for the man, no matter how deep they went and even before he fully understood them. admiration, respect, camaraderie, friendship, loyalty, devotion, love. but he'd never acted upon them, at least not till now. with pete, richard felt everything profoundly, soul deep, every emotion, even the less than savoury ones. no one had made him exactly feel like that, even if gamora often came close (not that either were a substitute for the other). and peter, well, he was the first man richard had ever kissed. not the first he'd dreamt of, but definitely the one time he had acted on it. "really dragging it out and making each other work for it." he wondered if they would have ever reached this stage of the relationship if he had never brought up the idea aloud in the first place.

trust peter to take things further. hands moving to grip the blonde's hairs as the other trailed kisses from his stubbled jaw down to his neck. giving it a light tug as peter tried to suck a bruise into his skin. a groan leaves richard's lips as peter crowded himself into his personal space like he was trying to fuse them together. "d'ast, please let's never use the word 'steady' ever again." he cringed even as he said it. he'd never liked it, not even in his youth. why couldn't people just talk about it like they going on dates instead? he agreed with peter however on the word 'boyfriend'... it was too basic and could hardly encompass everything they had been through, both together and apart. earthborn and yet the stars had always called to him ever since the first fateful day that rhomann dey bestowed the power of the nova force onto him. two parts of him warring constantly. earth had been his home, and of course he'd missed it terribly each time he was away; whether in space or lost in the cancerverse. but the years and experience had... in way soured that picture of it. he'd left that place time and again, left behind petty squabbles shared between earth's superheroes, especially when there were bigger first to fry. but with peter, half terran, half spartoi or in other words half of space — essentially the two parts of richard himself, it was no wonder the nova prime had gravitated to the star-lord. with peter, he was home. staring into the blue eyes in front of him as peter confessed once again, professed once again his love for him. who was he not to return the factor? "i love you too, peter jason quill. more than every star in the universe and beyond. now, would it be too corny to that you're the love of my life? that you've completely changed my life time and time again. a force of nature, you are." a pause. "my flarking force of nature."

@nastyfck -> "so... when ya finally gonna kiss me?"

How often had they just done nothing at all aboard a starship? If Peter could relate it to anything on earth he'd picture a frat house. After all they were once just two young men figuring out their lives among the cosmos. Fighting wars, bleeding together, dying together, comrades in arms, best friends, his other half. He could wax poetic about all the things Richard made him feel even to this day, but Peter was not a poet. Nothing he could say, recite or write down could possibly amass everything that Richard meant to him. Which was why he was STARSTRUCK his friend decided to suck the air out of lungs with just a simple inquiry, breaking the immersion of their relaxing lounging session within his ship. His body stiffens, his heart rate accelerates and an uncomfortable cross between hope and nausea fills him. Richard was a teaser, he teased, he wasn't cruel, his Richie wouldn't lead him on . . . would he?

Peter couldn't hide the pained expression he felt as he finally glances over at him. Gauging Richard's expression while the silence ticked on and on. If he was being completely honest he didn't know how to react. Any suave response he'd have for any hook up he brought aboard his ship didn't exist now. Not here, not in this moment, not with him. " Don't. " He finally croaks out rawly, a warning, and to the surprise of even himself, his eyes were wet. Emotions were a real bitch when dealing with such an open wound. Feelings he knew he felt since their first adventure together, feelings he brushed aside because there were more pressing matters, death, war, complications, Gamora. He'd never want to hurt her, a sentiment he knew both of them shared.

But neither of them were attached now, and there he was, handsome- no, beautiful as he always had been and something snaps in Peter. His blood boils and he stomps forward, fingers gripping at the lapels of Richard's jacket, shoving him against the wall. " You do not get to say that when I've been waiting half our lives for you, fucker. " Satisfied that he said his peace, Peter surges inward, lips meeting Richard's harshly and he kisses him eagerly, throwing all his emotions and affection towards his best friend in one simple embrace, his first real taste, a feeling he had dreamt of for so many lonely years.

The kiss didn't last nearly as long as he wanted, he could and wished to spend hours exploring Richard's mouth, memorizing the feeling of their stubbled jaws scratching together, but there was too much to say so he pulls away yet remains close. Noses, bushing together and his tone is softer when he finally speaks, no longer angry yet still cautious. " I'm yours, Rich. Don't you know that? I've always been yours. You and me, only us. " Nova & Star-Lord, a partnership etched in stone in an entire memorial.

however very real that sentiment ultimately was. and not like the thought wasn't pinging around in his brain constantly for a long time. worldmind (un)helpfully told him the exact amount of time and he subsequently told worldmind to shut the flark up. richard wasn't going to make the first move — though ironically, saying those words might as well have been. caution to the wind and all that;

(you've had a lot of friends in your life. what made peter quill special among them echoing in his head. damn therapist...)

but still easy to play it of as a joke if things took a turn that neither of them were comfortable with.

he almost expected a punch when pete came storming forward, something altogether not too uncommon between them. but they were starting to kinda get along again. and then his back was against the wall. his fist sparked in instinct, power thrumming under his skin. then tempered down by logic and heart. they've worked through their differences time and again, they can work through this one. even if it was so very different from everything else before.

somehow, richard was still surprised when peter quill did kiss him. it was harsh, charged with emotion, want and repressed need. he gave it as good as he got, returning the enthusiasm with eagerness and equal years of restrained pining. lips chasing pete's even as the other man pulled away. unsaid words catch in his throat as peter bush their noses together, spilling a bit of his heart out.

"i ain't the one going around claiming that they love me over and over without actually doing anything about it. 's real confidence booster about everything i'm — we're feeling." he huffed out, no heat in his words. a little hypocritical, but in fairness he only did say it ONCE. aloud that was. and to his ex. he cannot help but wonder if gamora told peter too. he'd assume so — probably something about them having their head stuck up their asses about the whole situation.

richard could feel peter's breath on his lips, still taste him on his tongue. seconds ticked by as he moved his hand to caress the other's chin. they were twin stars circling each other for years upon years. burning into each other's presence, mixing atmospheres. and then now, finally, FINALLY colliding. a phenomena that happens once every ten thousand years; at least in the Milky Way.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

"I'll take interesting. For now, anyway." Nicholas said, his grin growing ever so slightly wider. Faintly darker with desire. "I'll work my way up to explosive and unforgettable soon enough."

NSFW MUSE REACTION PROMPTS

@nastyfck asked: [ knife - your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine. ] for aj.

Ally was too peaceful a word to call him, friend was even further from the truth, but they weren't enemies, exactly, either; not yet, anyway. AJ had known about the other's network for sometime now, he had even manipulated a few of the man's connections to make use of his underground supplies and information, but barely dealt with each other directly; mostly because of AJ's pride. In his mind, having to actively seek out help from someone outside of his own group-- someone that was clearly more suited for this, someone who had more power-- would mean having to admit that his group couldn't cut it on their own; that he was weaker... but right now he didn't have much choice.

Coming to Eric was embarrassing enough as it was, it didn't help his pride that after an hour and half, or so, of constant back and forth between the two AJ now found himself bent forward on his hands and knees; his face pressed against the dirty concrete by the boot baring down on his cheek; his pants down and around his thighs as Eric stood over him laughing, mocking him, as he grunted and squirmed beneath the man's strength. He was being humiliated for asking for help, for being weaker despite all his bravado, and he was getting off on it.

Gasping as the foot came off his face, the faint sound of metal clinking behind him, AJ pressed his palms against the ground and began to lift himself back up onto his hands and knees only to stop as the sudden weight of the other man fell over his back. "Eric," the man's name left his lips in a hissing breath, like a curse, as he the man's powerful arm wrap around his neck; tauntingly squeezing and tightening around him as AJ arched back and bucked against his body. That's when he felt it. Eric's own arousal resting heavy and thick in the valley between his cheeks. He wasn't sure which made him gasp; that or the feeling of the cold, sharp metal now pressing into his throat and scratching against his adam's apple as Eric held the knife blade firm against him, but either way there was no denying how hard AJ was in that moment.

Or how needy the whimper that escaped him sounded.

so when someone was leeching of his connections without paying their dues... well, the mafia boss could only close an eye for so long. for aj to come to him seeking help, now that truly was icing on the cake — however shitty it was shaping up to be. still, he indulged an audience with the man. intrigued by his boldness and that little bit of desperation under all that bravado. some leader he was, how eric sincerely loved breaking those down. it didn't help the man folded to him far quickier than expected, even without weapons.

there aj knelt, defeated and humiliated. pinned to the floor while men watched the scene unfold. all the adrenaline of the fight, short-lived as it was had his blood running south. eric lifted the boot off the younger man and had half a mind to ask him to kiss it as a sign of respect before the other foolishly attempted to get up. now that wouldn't do that all.

"now, i wasn't done. stay down, where you belong. i think you've coasted off my resources for long enough and my generosity only extends so far." eric went down to restrain the man again, only this time with a muscular arm wrapped around the other's neck. body flush against aj's as he squeezed his throat... an action that only resulted in the other bucking back into him and pressing his ass straight against his clothed erection. as if that wasn't sweet enough, the knife that eric finally revealed by pressing it directly on the man's throat caused the most gorgeous little whimper to echo around the walls of the room.

Nicholas had always been a big man. Not heavy, just built on a larger frame than most. Six-foot-two in his socks, with a torso that seemed to take up more than its fair share of any room he walked into: broad through the shoulders, deep through the chest. The kind of frame that made off-the-rack shirts fit everywhere except where they were supposed to. He'd long since given up fighting it and just leaned into tailoring instead.

He pushed his plate a few inches forward, the universal signal that he was done, and let his back rest fully against the booth for the first time all evening. He'd been folding himself forward for the better part of two hours.

"Not bad for a blind date" He put his elbows on the table, resting his entire weight on them, and watched Luken's eyes flick to them and back up, something amused and a little appraising in his expression.

There was something about the contrast in their sizes that Nicholas couldn't stop noticing now that the food was gone and conversation had slowed into something looser. The way Luken seemed to take up so little space. Nicholas, by comparison, felt like he was perpetually apologizing for his own dimensions.

he had noticed it earlier of course, when they’d first met but the conversation flowed easy and fast enough — even with him having hidden parts of himself — that luken’s mind hadn’t had the opportunity to linger on the thought. luken wasn’t a small man by any means, he had a solid frame, he worked out. but compared to the man before him… the difference in bulk was noticeable. inherently, it wasn’t a bad thing. it was after all, imperative to appear smaller when he needed to for his job.

it had been a long fucking day & the only thing Silas was interested in, was grabbing a drink at the towns shitty bar & not having to worry about literally anything paranormal for at least twelve hours. & it appeared to be his his lucky day. because as it seemed, his good looks did still work, even at a shitty pub somewhere in bumfuck, Indiana. he wouldn’t lie & tell that he hadn’t been checking out the billard playing male from across the bar anyway, but in his current state, tired & slightly dizzy from his fourth beer, he probably wouldn’t have made the first move. on the other hand, a day like this deserved to end with at least something rewarding, even if it was just a quick fling. chocolate hues wandered slowly over his opponent with a crooked smirk & Silas took his time with a reply, as he wrapped his lips around the bottle once more, taking another long gulp. shoulders slowly raised at the other males question, as eyebrows shot upwards in a teasing manner. „What if I do?“

he had caught the man staring.

now vaughn, he was on a hunt. a different kind than he was typically bound to do — no dark back alley stalking for him this late night. a bar like this was a buffet for him, a real pick and choose, something he could have his fill of. and sometimes a willing prey could be just as satisfactory as the thrill of the chase.

[F01]  [R]  crowds  [S]  against  a  wall,  their  hand  sliding  up  [S]’s  side.

[F02]  [R]  takes  [S]’s  chin  between  their  fingers,  tilting  their  face  up  slowly.

[F03]  [R]  steps  between  [S]’s  knees,  hands  settling  on  their  thighs.

[F04]  [R]  leans  in  close  to  [S]’s  ear.

[F05]  [R]  grabs  the  back  of  [S]’s  shirt  and  pulls  them  in.

[F06]  [R]  pins  one  of  [S]’s  wrists  above  their  head,  the  other  hand  resting  low  on  their  waist.

[F07]  [R]  runs  their  thumb  over  [S]’s  lower  lip,  slow  and  deliberate.

[F08]  [R]  presses  their  forehead  to  [S]’s,  breathless,  waiting  for  a  reaction.

[F09]  [R]  hooks  a  finger  in  the  collar  of  [S]’s  clothes  and  tugs  them  closer.

[F10]  [R]  cages  [S]  in  with  both  arms,  gaze  dropping  to  their  mouth.

[F11]  [R]  slides  their  hand  around  the  back  of  [S]’s  neck,  guiding  them  forward.

[F12]  [R]  pulls  [S]  onto  their  lap  with  little  warning.

[F13]  [R]  backs  [S]  onto  a  bedroll,  hovering  just  above  them.

[F14]  [R]  traces  a  line  down  [S]’s  chest  slowly

[F15]  [R]  stands  behind  [S],  one  hand  settling  firmly  on  their  hip.

[F16]  [R]  tilts  [S]’s  face  toward  theirs.

[F17]  [R]  slips  their  fingers  into  [S]’s  hair,  pulling  gently.

Johnny had woken up with a clouded memory, sprawled out on the chest of the man he had a full night with and utterly confused about the position for exactly seven seconds until everything came flooding back to him. Captain was going to kill him if he found out. It was his immediate thought, adrenaline surging through his body as he pulls himself off of his boss's relative, the sinful memories of what he had done with the man doing very little to ease the very prominent morning reaction hanging between his legs.

" Aye. Fuck, I'm so beyond fucked. " The words tumble out, accent piquing each word as he rushes to grab his underwear and pull them up his thighs. He couldn't stick around, not when he now had to look Price in the face knowing that he rode a man who looked eerily like him, let alone the man's cousin.

Relations with your teammates relatives were off limits for a reason, the tamest being how awkward it was.

Turning back to the man, seeing his sheepish expression and... well, he looked mighty hot laying there but that wasn't important. Johnny instead pulls a defensive stance, built arms crossing in front of him. " So ... last night was a riot, you fucked me real well and good, mate, but you gotta know this is a disaster right? Your cousin is real important person in my life. I never want to hurt him. "

Though Johnny had to admit that was a reach, how would two grown men sleeping together hurt another person? Price wasn't his cousin's keeper, yet the guilt still gnawed at him. He was turning into a damned softie.

the older man certainly wasn't expecting such a drastic reaction to his mostly innocent question when they'd first woken up. "tone it down, will ya? jesus." vost propped himself up on the bed, like he couldn't withstand the freak out that was happening in front of him. he was getting on his years to have his morning explode into chaos like this — never mind the job he had, which frequently had mornings way more chaotic than this. just that... this was more of a interpersonal chaos. and considering there was alcohol involved last night, probably was ailed by a hangover as well. not to mention, the sun wasn't doing him any favours either. "calm down, johnny." vost held a hand up half in what he hoped would be a calming gesture, like he would do to a cornered animal, and half in a futile attempt to slow things down a bit.