shadowglitter | PSL || peter/odin

PSL || peter/odin

JUST... JUST,, JUST TWO BROS -- JUST TWO, TWO BROS, BEING, BEING STRAIGHT

[Peter lolls his head back against the bed, still shifting gently as his body tenses and untenses in the wake of his orgasm and Odin lingers close. It makes this moment feel warm as he settles and looks to Odin next to him after a beat. He can start to feel a bit of soreness in him when he shifts, but it's not unbearable - at least not while he's still soaring on this high.

He sees his best friend next to him and it makes all of this a bit more grounded in reality, picking out the details of the situation that stick out. Odin's next to him, meeting his gaze. There's cum still on his skin and he's not even sure what step you're supposed to take about that. He just fucked his best friend? He feels a bit guilty all of a sudden, fearing that they just fucked up what they had for a drunken fuck and maybe they can just pretend tomorrow that this didn't happen.

He feels panic in his breastbone but sucks in a breath and stares at Odin for a moment, swallowing hard before just reaching for his hand. He laces their fingers together and there's a half beat where it's tender and sweet and then he just squeezes tightly, because he might not know what he wants to do about this tomorrow but.]

You're a messy fucking fuck, y'know that? [He smiles, half - laughing before looking up at the ceiling.]

I think I need a fucking shower now, that's what I need. Thanks, jackass.

[ Odin laughs, fully and completely, wetting his lips and pressing them together just to buy time before he has to talk. He can't tear his eyes away from Peter's, watching with a fondness that's always been there, but it's - different, now. He's not going to forget about this tomorrow, even if he should. Things might not go well for them, from here on out. The glass barrier that had been firmly established between their relationship is already starting to splinter, because this-- might not be enough, anymore. What they were. Not for Odin. ]

Sorry.

[ Peter squeezes his hand hard, and Odin squeezes back, but it's softer, still lingering in that brief moment of tenderness that mattered more than it should. He circles his thumb over one of Peter's knuckles and just feels his hand in his own, as if they hadn't done this a thousand times before - but despite that, he's the one to break contact. He sits up and threads his fingers through the spikes of his hair, wipes a line of sweat from his neck and breathes out like he just finished watching a marathon. He doesn't hide the way he stares, when he looks down at Peter, ruined because of him. He doesn't hide the way he likes it, either. ]

You gonna make this gay by asking me to shower with you? 'Cause, I mean. That'd be pretty gay.

Hah, yeah... that'd be pretty gay. [Peter says with a laugh that trails off, because it's kind of hard to face facts here. When Odin lets go of his hand, Peter draws it back and slowly pushes to sit up with a wince as he settles and becomes a bit more aware of just how naked he is. How they both are. It's not intentional how Peter hunches forward a bit, his more lithe frame curling in at the shoulders as he looks down at himself and doesn't even know how to start with cleaning up.

He is not wiping anything off on his sweater, though the thought does strike him. He needs something to wear, either now or tomorrow... the thought of lingering here overnight puts him on the fence. His instincts say bail now but sitting up's reminded him that he's not quite sober, a little hung over and sore from the inside out.]

I uh, I'm pretty fucking serious about the shower though? Is that cool? [You know, if he goes and does that... right now? So he can have a few moments to himself to sort out what just happened and... maybe you can change your bedding a little?]

[ Joke didn't work? Joke didn't work. Odin leans back on his hands and stretches his legs out over the mattress, relaxed and opened and comfortable. It's kind of weird for Peter to just ask him if something like this is cool when he would normally just fuck off and go take care of things, so Odin's nod comes slow and a little hesitant. ]

Yeah, of course.

[ He moves to let him go, a few more awkward and seemingly tension-riddled words slipping between the both of them as Peter stumbles off to the bathroom and Odin tries not to watch, and when he cleans himself down, stacks up his sheets in the corner and finds some pants to slip back into, it all comes fairly easily just so he has something easy and simple to do with his hands.

He'll be back in bed when Peter comes back, reclining on fresh pillows and taking a long breath. He's not sure what to ask, or how to start things-- he figures calling Magnus to come and get him, but that seems like a nightmare scenario waiting to happen, and he doesn't have it in him to start fielding questions. ]

[Peter bites his lip as he grabs his boxers before they slip off the edge of the bed, taking them with him to the bathroom - slowly. Being upright reminds him just how much he drank today and how it's still in his blood. Add a bit of a strained feeling in his guts and y'know, it's surprising how he manages to walk without too distinctly different of a gait.

He takes a hot shower and it's not the longest shower in the world but it's a long enough period of time for him to clean up but more importantly... think. He stares at the tiles of the bath glassy eyed for a few beats as he goes through the ways this situation could go rapid fire in his head. There are a couple of conclusions he draws up by the time he's out of the tub, stepping closer to the mirror to catch a glimpse of himself before gingerly stepping into his boxers and toweling his hair dry as he returns to the bedroom.

Looking at Odin, one eye hidden behind a fold of towel, Peter's quiet for a second. Then, just:] Sorry. That - uh, was a first? I got kinda wigged out by...

[He frowns, looks away. He takes the towel off his head and whips it at Odin before following its trajectory toward the bed.] That was a lot of cum, okay? On me.

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