#085 - Lit On Up (Guardians Of The Galaxy Movieverse, Drax/Peter, R)
Title: Lit On Up
Fandom: Guardians Of The Galaxy (Movieverse)
Pairing: Drax/Peter
Rating: R
Word count: 498
Warnings: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy. Sex pollen/aphrodisiac. Dirty talk.
Challenge: #085 Bleach
There are lights. There are lights everywhere, little orbs that glow and fizz into nothingness when Peter touches them. The whole world is bleached out into whites and yellows, and Peter grins dreamily, fingers chasing the lights.
He is so buzzed.
“Quill?”
That’s Drax’s voice, and Peter rolls his head until he finds the source.
Drax is lit up like Christmas, skin glowing this brilliant cobalt blue until Peter blinks and blinks and finally the colour mutes into something less retina-searing.
There are lights dancing around Drax’s head.
“What are you doing?” Drax asks, and Peter realises he’s reaching forward, hands hovering either side of Drax’s face.
He blinks again. The patterns on Drax’s skin seem to be sliding across his body. “Don’t freak out,” Peter says slowly, carefully. “But I may have accidentally taken something.”
Drax looks back at him levelly. “What did you steal?”
“No, not that kind of ‘take’,” Peter stresses. “I just - I sort of made-out with a Trescalon.”
Drax frowns. The furrow gets deeper when Peter strokes his forehead. “Trescalon’s are poisonous.”
“Ssssh, ssh ssh,” Peter whispers. The lines of Drax’s face feel good under his fingertips. “It’s not fatal.”
“I am aware,” Drax says. He’s actually letting Peter pet him, which is the most awesome thing ever, for reasons that Peter can’t quite hang on to. “The poison acts as a potent aphrodisiac.”
Peter smiles. The lights are so pretty. “It sure does.”
“You need to get it out of your system,” Drax informs him. His tone never changes, like they’re talking about something completely everyday and normal. Not that anything is normal in Peter’s life.
“I really do,” Peter agrees solemnly.
“You require assistance?” Said like he’s asking Peter to pass the salt.
“Fuck yes,” Peter hisses.
And then everything goes topsy-turvy for a moment and, oh, that’s his back hitting the wall. Drax is bearing down on him, all that weight pushing Peter back and up until only his toes are touching the floor.
“I am not a gentle lover,” Drax murmurs, voice a little lower now, eyes on Peter’s mouth.
Peter’s pretty sure he hears himself whimper.
“I will not be satisfied until I hear you scream.”
Peter swallows hard and concentrates on not coming in his pants.
“I will ruin you for all others.”
“Yes, fuck, do it, do it,” Peter moans, and then Drax is reaching down, squeezing him hard, Peter’s cock pulsing beneath his palm.
“I’m going to open you up and make you beg for me,” Drax growls, smirking as Peter gasps and tries to buck into the hand working him through his trousers.
“That is -” Peter’s head thuds back against the wall. “That is definitely a thing that you should do.”
The lights glow so brightly they’re blinding, but Peter refuses to close his eyes.
Drax’s smile shows all his teeth, and Peter’s head is spinning, and the world is beautiful, and he fucking loves Trescalons, even the poison.
Especially the poison.
Fandom: Guardians Of The Galaxy (Movieverse)
Pairing: Drax/Peter
Rating: R
Word count: 498
Warnings: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy. Sex pollen/aphrodisiac. Dirty talk.
Challenge: #085 Bleach
There are lights. There are lights everywhere, little orbs that glow and fizz into nothingness when Peter touches them. The whole world is bleached out into whites and yellows, and Peter grins dreamily, fingers chasing the lights.
He is so buzzed.
“Quill?”
That’s Drax’s voice, and Peter rolls his head until he finds the source.
Drax is lit up like Christmas, skin glowing this brilliant cobalt blue until Peter blinks and blinks and finally the colour mutes into something less retina-searing.
There are lights dancing around Drax’s head.
“What are you doing?” Drax asks, and Peter realises he’s reaching forward, hands hovering either side of Drax’s face.
He blinks again. The patterns on Drax’s skin seem to be sliding across his body. “Don’t freak out,” Peter says slowly, carefully. “But I may have accidentally taken something.”
Drax looks back at him levelly. “What did you steal?”
“No, not that kind of ‘take’,” Peter stresses. “I just - I sort of made-out with a Trescalon.”
Drax frowns. The furrow gets deeper when Peter strokes his forehead. “Trescalon’s are poisonous.”
“Ssssh, ssh ssh,” Peter whispers. The lines of Drax’s face feel good under his fingertips. “It’s not fatal.”
“I am aware,” Drax says. He’s actually letting Peter pet him, which is the most awesome thing ever, for reasons that Peter can’t quite hang on to. “The poison acts as a potent aphrodisiac.”
Peter smiles. The lights are so pretty. “It sure does.”
“You need to get it out of your system,” Drax informs him. His tone never changes, like they’re talking about something completely everyday and normal. Not that anything is normal in Peter’s life.
“I really do,” Peter agrees solemnly.
“You require assistance?” Said like he’s asking Peter to pass the salt.
“Fuck yes,” Peter hisses.
And then everything goes topsy-turvy for a moment and, oh, that’s his back hitting the wall. Drax is bearing down on him, all that weight pushing Peter back and up until only his toes are touching the floor.
“I am not a gentle lover,” Drax murmurs, voice a little lower now, eyes on Peter’s mouth.
Peter’s pretty sure he hears himself whimper.
“I will not be satisfied until I hear you scream.”
Peter swallows hard and concentrates on not coming in his pants.
“I will ruin you for all others.”
“Yes, fuck, do it, do it,” Peter moans, and then Drax is reaching down, squeezing him hard, Peter’s cock pulsing beneath his palm.
“I’m going to open you up and make you beg for me,” Drax growls, smirking as Peter gasps and tries to buck into the hand working him through his trousers.
“That is -” Peter’s head thuds back against the wall. “That is definitely a thing that you should do.”
The lights glow so brightly they’re blinding, but Peter refuses to close his eyes.
Drax’s smile shows all his teeth, and Peter’s head is spinning, and the world is beautiful, and he fucking loves Trescalons, even the poison.
Especially the poison.