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.. Peter isn't sure how to feel about Adam yet.
Adam is a wild card of a man– His nature is genuinely abit unpredictable. Peter can't tell if thats a good or bad quality, yet. He's sometimes naive, painfully genuine all-the-fucking-time, and Peter still, being as stubborn of a man as he is, wants to convince himself that he doesn't like this guy. Even if everybody else has warmed up to him and welcomed him to the team, in the wake of Peter's absence due to him ultimately deciding to head to Earth, he wants to hate him, for some reason. He was raised an egotistical, over-babied maniac who tried to kill literally all of his friends and the alternate version of his dead girlfriend. He wants, really wants, to hate him. The other guardians won't let him do that, though, because they like Adam.
He's not sure why. Though, he hasn't had many opportunities to really talk to him, considering this is only his second visit back to Knowhere, which has developed alot since he last left. It's quite impressive, it almost makes him a little bit internally emotional, seeing how far his guardians have come.
Besides the point, Adam just caught him jerking off.
Peter's frozen in his place; His fingers wrapped tight around his shaft, thumb gentle pressed to his swollen, dripping tip. His arm is thrown behind him, holding to his thin bedsheets messily splayed beneath him. His stomach, toned-enough but still consistently teetering on the edge of becoming a dad bod, showing along with his happy trail from the little bit of his shirt that's pushed up. His mind flashes between embarrassment, like a deer caught in headlights, to some confusion and slight annoyance– Why didn't Adam knock? Also, why is he even here? Usually, Adam doesn't go out of his way to interact with Peter, because he knows better– Even if he actually wants to get to know him, finding Peter an extremely intriguing man.
".. You, uh, you just gonna stare at me?" Peter asks, voice coming out more of a cautious whisper than he intended. Adam finally shakes from his freeze– enough to push out his stuttered reply, "You're masturbating."
"I was trying," He breathes, growing slightly annoyed. Why isn't Adam just leaving? He's intrigued, though, for whatever reason, which makes his cock twitch in his warm, pink-tinted palm. Adam's eyes are shamelessly focused on his cock, as if he's in awe of it, which does slightly boost Peter's already fairly high ego– But he's more focused on the way Adam's chest physically tightens with that small, breathy, almost whine that he let's out beneath his breath, one that shoots straight to Peter's cock. He can't help but wonder why he hasn't tucked his cock away yet, because he assumes his instinctive reaction would be to do that, for his own humility, but it's still there, hard as ever, even twitching within his grasp. Adam steps forward, his impressively muscular, yet still tight and somehow feminine hips moving with his movement, in a way that makes Peter instinctively give his cock a sharp stroke, which he immediately regrets, flesh burning a soft pink from the embarrassment.
".. What were you thinking about?"
Peter's brows knit together, watching, for a moment, as Adam's knees push against the mattress, and his hands land before him. He's wearing a casual shirt, one that Peter's never seen before, and a pair of loose sweatpants– Peter's sweatpants. The realization makes his breath catch in his throat.. He wants, so fucking badly, to dislike him, but the way Adam's looking at him.. the way he so confidently and surely crawled across the mattress to his cock and the two of them have barely even spoken, ever– It's kind of driving him insane. It's like a weird play-out of some porn fantasy.
".. Uhm.." He struggles to answer, with Adam so close to him it's intense. His eyes divert from looking up at Adam to anywhere– Anywhere in the room. Adam's expression, once so confident and crazy intimidating– The way a Sovereign always is, falters slightly. His brows furrow with a hint of concern, "I apologize if I overstepped a boundary–"
"I was thinking about getting blown," Peter quickly replies, as if he's almost desperately cutting a blade through Adam's concerns, because he realizes– Almost embarrassingly– that he needs this. This is a release, a moment, he's been chasing his entire life.. And here it is.
Adam's not bad to look at, infact when he's this close, and Peter can see every detail of his face and every ridge of his body, He practically takes Peter's breath away– And he wants him, the same as Peter's newfound want, and Peter can only groan at the whole overwhelming feeling washing over him at the predicament– At Adam's breath warm and sharp against his skin. Adam leans forward, pressing his lips against Peter's jawline, peppering kisses moving up to his ear, before pressing his lips against his ear.
".. How do you want me?"
Peter can't believe this is happening, because it's such a peculiar predicament, and Adam's voice does sound cautious, as if he's unsure if this is even doing it for Peter, but it is– Oh, fucking believe him, it's doing it and so much more. His cock brushes against Adam's thigh, and a slow, steady breath escapes through his teeth. Slowly, his hand reaches and grabs Adam's hip, curling his fingers over it and gently pushing Adam off of him, to his side. Peter pushes himself off the bed, his cock still standing, so hard it hurts, an almost desperate physical sign of how much he knows he needs this.
".. Come here." His voice barely tickles above a whisper, pulling a small gasp-like breath from Adam, who slowly moves to stand, the bed shifting with the loss of weight. Peter tuts, though it's more cautious then confident. He slowly takes his cock in his grasp, rubbing his thumb slow over his swollen tip, spreading precum over. "On your knees.. Crawl to me," He whispers, and Adam slowly nods, hesitating to move at first. He can't even believe the words slipping from his lips– How did the situation even come to this? What did Adam need in the first place, even? Who cares, he ultimately mentally declares. ".. Can you do that for me?"
Seemingly, that helps Adam develop some sort of confidence, which causes him to slide down to his knees, with an ease that impresses Peter. He gives his cock a quick tug, watches as Adam positions to his hands and knees, his ass perking with the position– Peter's never noticed how nice his ass is. Well, he's never had the time to admire it before. But now, he notices just how perky and shaped it is, and his gaze linger on its movement as Adam begins moving towards him, crawling slow on his hands and knees.
When he reaches Peter, he adjusts himself onto his knees, hands landing in his lap in the most polite-looking, yet somehow extremely arousing way possible. He looks up at Peter, through his golden, fluttering lashes, this innocent look within his irises that's completely driving Peter absolutely crazy, in a way he hasn't been driven in a long time. It makes his cock ache against his palm, twitching at the way Adam's positioned before him.
Peter shakily exhales, ".. Do you need me to teach you?" His hand slowly snakes into Adam's golden hair, thick strands intertwining around his fingers, some loose strands falling over his forehead. He nods, slowly, reaching forward and slowly resting his hand to Peter's thigh. His own cock begins to harden within the loose confines of his sweatpants, as Peter retracts his hand from his hair and presses a thumb to his bottom lip, holding his bottom lip and his jaw, pushing his mouth open. He slowly grabs Adam's hand, directing his fingers to curl around his shaft. His hand feels smaller than his own– Not dramatically, but he notices it. He groans at the sudden warmth against his cock, and he pushes his fingers within Adam's hair and pulls him forward, close enough that the tip of his cock presses against his top lip, pulling a soft groan from Peter. He directs the tip of his cock and presses it against Adam's tongue, letting out a heavy exhale at the warm, wet sensation against his cock. Fuck, he's needed this. It's been embarrassingly long.
Adam elects to lick the head, before giving his cock a stroke– Mimicking the movements he had seen Peter do earlier, getting encouraged by the approving tug of his hair and the heavy Fuck he whispers beneath his breath, which shoots straight south. He leans forward and presses his lips to the tip, kissing the swollen head before pressing the corner of his mouth to it, pressing his tongue against the shaft and giving subtle licks to the skin. He's not sure why he's here, necessarily, mouth on his cock like it's the only thing he knows how to do, and he doesn't even fully know what he's doing– But he does know that he enjoys this, alot. It's like nothing he's experienced before.
Peter's growing restless, his tip pulses against Adam's warm skin, and he moves without much thinking– He grabs Adam's hair and pulls him back. Adam's lips fall apart, almost too naturally, with the movement, and Peter groans at the sight, his chest burning with such an aching need for the man kneeled before him that it's practically killing him. He pulls Adam forward, practically yanking him by his hair with a roughness that Peter wasn't even aware he was capable of, and Adam just.. let's him. He follows where Peter pulls him, like a loyal dog, and it makes Peter's cock practically ache in a way he's never experienced before, it jolts straight through his burning chest.
He slowly begins pushing his cock into Adam's mouth, which is warm and moist around his cock, and he groans out a low, growled-out "Fuck yes," From deep within his chest, so low and rough that it actually makes Adam whimper around the large cock in his mouth, a small whimper that sends straight to Peter's cock. He rests both of his hands within Adam's hair, moving to adjust himself to effectively move. He presses a palm to Adam's cheek, using his thumb to caress at Adam's golden complexion, a silent asking to continue, which Adam responds to with a an innocent, approving crinkle of his eyes, and Peter begins gently fucking into his mouth, a series of low grunts escaping Peter as he burries his fingers deep within Adam's set of slicked hair, which is falling over his exasperated features in a way that makes Peter let out a breathless groan. He uses his tight grip on his hair to hold Adam in place, a deep groan ripping from him as Adam's tongue swipes along the underside of the shaft.
"Fuck, Adam, I should have– I should have been fucking your pretty mouth sooner. Fuck.. I needed this. You know that? I," He pants out, thrusting abit more frantically, and Adam just takes it, and the eagerness in Adam's giving makes Peter wild, for some reason. It's turning him to a crazed man. He doesn't talk like this to anybody during sexual acts, ever really, but something about Adam and his whole.. nature, it just drives him crazy. How come he hasn't seen this sooner? He's been underestimating him. ".. I needed this. I needed your mouth on my cock. You're taking it so well, Fuck. You're a slut, you know that? You see– You see one man's cock and you're immediately on your knees to suck it. Fuck, You know how I want you, Adam?"
Adam looks up at Peter, through his lashes, with a faux-innocence that makes Peter thrust particularly rough into his mouth, letting out a loud groan at the way Adam just takes it. He's never met a guy like Adam, before. He might need to try to get Adam like this every day. His life would be.. so much better. Embarrassingly, he really did need somebody to do this for him.
He's almost shy about providing the answer to his own rhetorical, but the way that Adam moans around his cock so sweet and small encourages him enough to continue, "I– I want you like this. Or, if you'll let me, I want to.. Want to fuck you like you're a fuckin' animal. I really– I really want that, Adam. Do you?"
Adam tries to nod around Peter's cock, because fuck, he wants that bad. Even if he's not exactly sure the exact meanings or innuendos behind Peter's sex-craved ramblings, he knows enough to know what he basically means, and he wants it– Practically needs it. Apparently Peter expects a verbal response, since he suddenly pulls from Adam's mouth, in a way that makes Adam whine from the absence. Peter curls his fingers around his cock, slapping the precum and spit-soaked tip against Adam's cheek, moistening the corner of his mouth and his skin with the contact. Adam smiles a lazy grin, before nodding. "Please," He whispers, moving to press a kiss against Peter's shaft, which pulls a groan from Peter that's truly unforgettable and practically addictive. He has no idea where Adam even learned any of this, in the first place. He pulls Adam's mouth back open, not much thinking behind his actions as he pushes most of his cock into Adam's mouth, being cupped by Adam's tongue, which was sturdy and firm against his undershaft. His own cock is so hard it hurts, his palm desperately pushes against his hard-on, and Peter doesn't care, he's too gone to care. He wants Adam to cum in his pants anyway– It'd probably be the hottest thing he's ever seen, to see the ever-so-high-regarded Sovereign cumming in Peter's thin sweatpants just at the feeling of Peter's large cock in his mouth. It's giving him a little bit of a powertrip.
What a welcome back, Peter chuckles at the thought, thrusting into Adam's mouth with a roughness that he isn't even realizing he's using to practically use Adam's mouth. There's something about the fact that Adam's just letting him do this– It's driving him crazy. He needed this, bad. A good blowjob can seemingly fix all of his problems, atleast mentally. Go figure.
He wants to savor this moment– He really does, and his orgasms coming much too close much too fast, to the point he considers pulling Adam off of him– Only to find he can't. He physically can't. Partially because Adam's grip on his thighs is using a significant amount of his frankly impressive strength, but mostly because he just.. can't make himself do it. He's gone on Adam, he thinks. He's gone on him and they've never even had a real conversation. Wow.
".. You're pretty." He rasps, voice gone to a small whisper, and Peter trembles and whimpers at the fact he even said that, He isn't even sure where it comes from. Somewhere deep, deep within him, that hasn't been explored in a damn long time– That's the vague answer. The answer he's willing to take. Adam's brows knit slightly, but the way his palm pushes harder against his throbbing crotch shows Peter that he liked that, being praised. Called pretty, maybe even. Something about that pushes him over his edge, the look in Adam's eyes and the desperate trembling of his hand over his bulge, staining a thin wet stain on his sweatpants, the spit falling over his chin and around Peter's cock with every uneven, sloppy thrust of his hips. It's.. hot. Dirty. Filthy, actually, and even though the original plan was to hold his orgasm for as long as possible, he can't help that overwhelming sensation of his entire body coming undone and he can't help his crashing orgasm, and he can't help the fact that he just keeps going, riding through his orgasm, which Adam swallows as if this is nothing for him. Peter can't help but wonder how experienced he actually is. Then some falls over his lip and dribbles down his chin, and he doesn't even bother to wipe it away– The sight practically pulls a gasp from Peter. This is insane. It's crazy. It's crazy, dirty, hot.
He finally pulls his cock from Adam's mouth, letting him breathe. He watches as Adam finally reaches forward and uses his palm to wipe the dirty combination of cum and spit from his chin, and his eyes flicker up to gaze at Peter, from under his lashes, soft recovering breaths slipping past his swollen lips.
Peter sighs. "Are you.. all good?"
"Yeah," Adam practically whispers, and Peter doesn't brush past the way Adam stares up at him as if he hung each and every star in the galaxy– As if he just saved his life. "I'm.. amazing. I– Uhm.. " He finally falters, watching as Peter slowly tucks his cock back into his sweatpants. Even if the sensation is uncomfortable, Of course he can't go walking around with his dick out. ".. I don't think we've really.. truly met," Adam sighs, gaze still fixed on Peter's crotch, like he's intimidated, as if he didn't just practically swallow his entire cock down like a pornstar.
".. Not really, no," Peter breathes. Adam slowly pushes himself to his feet, pressing a hand to Peter's chest for balance as he stands. "You, uh, wanna get drinks sometime, Adam?" His name sounds much more raw this time. Adam. This time there's something there, hinted in his tone, and Adam evidently notices it as well, the way his bottom lip clings between his teeth, before replying, as coyly as he can manage;
".. Are you asking me on a date?"
Peter slowly, hesitantly, nods, and Adam smiles.
"I'd love to."