PSL || peter/odin

[shadowglitter]

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

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[quickfingers]

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?]

[shadowglitter]

[ 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. ]

[quickfingers]

[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.