#062 - Clued-Up (Guardians Of The Galaxy Movieverse, Drax/Peter, PG-13)
Title: Clued-Up
Fandom: Guardians Of The Galaxy (Movieverse)
Pairing: Drax/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 488
Warnings: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy.
Challenge: #062 Seduction
It’s not like Peter needs to be wined and dined, or anything like that. He’s not expecting flowers. He’s not expecting romance.
He’s not expecting a lot of things, but the biggest mistake is apparently not expecting Drax’s bluntness to extend to his version of a seduction.
Peter’s been hitting on the big guy for a while. No big deal, he hits on everyone, but innuendo isn’t exactly Drax’s strong point, so Peter’s pretty sure Drax hasn’t noticed the not-so-subtle way Peter’s been leering at him. Sure, Peter could explain what he actually wants, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, it’d probably be awkward as hell if he started sleeping with one of the team, so he’s only half-serious when he flirts.
It’s more a game than anything else, to see just how much he can get away, just how filthy he can be while Drax just stares at him in confusion, Rocket cackling in the background.
And apparently that’s another thing Peter hasn’t been expecting, because this has to be Rocket’s fault. Someone’s clued Drax in, and Rocket’s the most likely candidate.
Or maybe Gamora. Possibly. Maybe it would depend on what Peter’s done to piss her off lately.
Either way, someone’s clearly taken it upon themselves to explain to Drax that Peter would not be averse to sex with him. Because Drax drops down the ladder into the Milano’s main deck, looks Peter in the eye, and announces, “You are interested in mating with me.”
Rocket starts cackling again. Gamora’s lips go very thin in that way that means she’s trying not to laugh. Groot just watches them all placidly.
“Uh, well, thing is -” Peter starts to babble, but Drax cuts him off.
“We will have intercourse, then. The others may leave.” He tilts his head, considering. “Unless you prefer for them to watch.”
“They can leave,” Peter practically squeaks.
Gamora winks as she goes. Groot scoops Rocket up in his branches and carries him to the upper deck, since he shows no signs of leaving on his own.
And then Drax is on him, and he kisses just as fiercely as he does everything else. Lips hard enough to bruise, dragging Peter in with a broad hand across his ass. Seduction over, now down to business, and Peter’s head is already spinning.
He kisses back, though. Of course he fucking does, because Drax is basically mauling him through his clothes, wide hands groping him everywhere they can reach, a thick thigh shoved between Peter’s legs. Peter’s moaning already, and it’s only going to get better, because Drax picks him up like he weighs nothing and carries him towards the bed without breaking contact between their mouths.
He’ll have to thank Rocket later. Or Gamora, and if it was her maybe it’s more about what he’s done to make her happy than piss her off, because this is the exact opposite of a punishment.
Fandom: Guardians Of The Galaxy (Movieverse)
Pairing: Drax/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 488
Warnings: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy.
Challenge: #062 Seduction
It’s not like Peter needs to be wined and dined, or anything like that. He’s not expecting flowers. He’s not expecting romance.
He’s not expecting a lot of things, but the biggest mistake is apparently not expecting Drax’s bluntness to extend to his version of a seduction.
Peter’s been hitting on the big guy for a while. No big deal, he hits on everyone, but innuendo isn’t exactly Drax’s strong point, so Peter’s pretty sure Drax hasn’t noticed the not-so-subtle way Peter’s been leering at him. Sure, Peter could explain what he actually wants, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, it’d probably be awkward as hell if he started sleeping with one of the team, so he’s only half-serious when he flirts.
It’s more a game than anything else, to see just how much he can get away, just how filthy he can be while Drax just stares at him in confusion, Rocket cackling in the background.
And apparently that’s another thing Peter hasn’t been expecting, because this has to be Rocket’s fault. Someone’s clued Drax in, and Rocket’s the most likely candidate.
Or maybe Gamora. Possibly. Maybe it would depend on what Peter’s done to piss her off lately.
Either way, someone’s clearly taken it upon themselves to explain to Drax that Peter would not be averse to sex with him. Because Drax drops down the ladder into the Milano’s main deck, looks Peter in the eye, and announces, “You are interested in mating with me.”
Rocket starts cackling again. Gamora’s lips go very thin in that way that means she’s trying not to laugh. Groot just watches them all placidly.
“Uh, well, thing is -” Peter starts to babble, but Drax cuts him off.
“We will have intercourse, then. The others may leave.” He tilts his head, considering. “Unless you prefer for them to watch.”
“They can leave,” Peter practically squeaks.
Gamora winks as she goes. Groot scoops Rocket up in his branches and carries him to the upper deck, since he shows no signs of leaving on his own.
And then Drax is on him, and he kisses just as fiercely as he does everything else. Lips hard enough to bruise, dragging Peter in with a broad hand across his ass. Seduction over, now down to business, and Peter’s head is already spinning.
He kisses back, though. Of course he fucking does, because Drax is basically mauling him through his clothes, wide hands groping him everywhere they can reach, a thick thigh shoved between Peter’s legs. Peter’s moaning already, and it’s only going to get better, because Drax picks him up like he weighs nothing and carries him towards the bed without breaking contact between their mouths.
He’ll have to thank Rocket later. Or Gamora, and if it was her maybe it’s more about what he’s done to make her happy than piss her off, because this is the exact opposite of a punishment.