Things had definitely shifted between them that day, and, as far as Thor was concerned, they'd changed for the better, their traded insults weren't as sharp any longer, and many of them could even be considered a little gentle, as far as insults went.
It was a little like what had happened with himself and Fandral back at the beginning. The two of them had decided that the other was a rival even before they'd spoken for the first time, and that had gone on for ages before they became grudging friends, and then actual friends, and then for a long while something more than that.
He wasn't yet sure if 'something more' was on the table for himself and Peter, or if it was even something Peter would be interested in. Or, for that matter, what form it would even take, there were definitely levels to that kind of thing. But it wasn't as if he were difficult to look at, despite Drax's claims to just how hideous the entire crew was (with the exception of Thor, for various reasons, all of which amused the Asgardian though he knew better than to laugh) and more than that Peter had proved himself to be both capable and clever, both of which were things that Thor appreciated.
He made his way to the cockpit from the galley, staying out of the way even as he said: "We drew lots, I'll be the one going planetside with you when we arrive."
"I already told you all, I can do this on my own. Unless you're going to sing 'I Will Always Love You', I don't need a bodyguard."
Peter says as a greeting with the voice of someone tired of repeating himself rather than real viciousness behind it. It takes him a second to realize what did he just suggest Thor to do, and the implications of the song, mentally kicking himself. He looks away and stares at the screen in front of him a little intensely before adding. "We just need to get to the meeting point and deliver a package, it can be that difficult."
It wasn't even a big cargo, just a package the size of a microwave containing some forward-laser batteries, fixing tools, and small tech that was difficult to find int the planet. They all already double-checked that the job was legal, that the package was nothing that shouldn't be delivered or if it could get them arrested for. But no, It was just a simple, odd job, well paid, that seemed too good to be true.
"Frankly this is a sub-part work in terms of the dangers we usually deal with, I don't really get why our client doesn't deliver the package himself. But easy money is easy money."
His brow furrowed at the first statement, expression confused as it often was when talking to Peter, he had learned some popular culture in his time on Midgard, but clearly not enough as sometimes it seemed that Quill was speaking an entirely different language.
But the complaint that followed was easier to answer, and better that than continuing to try and puzzle out what Peter had meant by the first statement, "Yes, and we all remember what happened the last time you left to make a delivery on your own." And the time before that, and the time before that, though that one hadn't been alone, it had been with Rocket and it was partially Rocket's fault, but only in part.
"Besides, this isn't the sort of planet to be alone on." Not that Thor had ever been there himself, and even though it wasn't part of the Nine, it was still one he'd heard tales of.
Peter has gotten that confused reaction from other people since he started living among aliens and it doesn't haze him anymore. Sometimes he does try to explain the meaning behind the pop culture references, other times, like now, he decides it's better to keep it to himself. He finally looks towards Thor and it's to glare at him, not exactly an unusual occurrence.
"Oh so it's my fault that someone tried to kidnap me that one time? Lots of two-bit criminals wannabe out there who want to make a name for themselves." The time before that one might have been Peter's fault for getting distracted, but the one where Rocket tagged along it was totally the little furry bastard's fault for stealing someone's sword that looked 'fancy'. Talking about the planet seems like a safer subject of conversation and Peter just shrugs.
"Being alone sucks no matter what planet you are in but in this case, I think you're all exaggerating. It almost sounds like you worry." Which, Peter is sure, can't be the case. The Guardians look after each other on the regular, they only have each other, but he doesn't think Thor is actually that concerned about his well being. Right?
He gave a shrug, leaning casually against the doorway with one shoulder, arms folded loosely across his chest, "And I'm quite the deterrent to bounty hunters and kidnappers."
One brow lifted, "And you're our captain, are you not? Of course we worry." It was hard to say if he knew that Peter had meant him personally and not the whole group, but he wasn't going to say either way because he still wasn't sure what Peter's feelings were on the matter. Eventually it would get to the point where he'd have to ask, but he was patient enough that he knew that moment was a long way off still.
There was an edge to the question, a bare quirk to Thor's expression that turned the question of Peter being their captain into something of a tease, but not enough of one to be sure just what part he was teasing about.
"If I had muscles as big as rolls of hay I'd be intimidating enough too but some of us around here are normal sized." Was that a compliment? An insult? Who can tell. Peter usually goes with both nowadays just to be safe, and because he doesn't always realize he's praising Thor. His brain and his mouth are often at odds, and it gets worse when his heart gets in the mix.
Peter has the feeling that Thor is only calling him Captain to appease him, so he stops arguing the issue. Who does he think he is? Does the God really think that such an obvious tactic would work with Peter? Well...yes, it does work but only because it feels really satisfying to finally have his position recognized.
He eyes Thor after the man assures him that they worry, wondering about how much of that is true and if he's reading too much into it. After another second, Peter drops most of his animosity, the corner of his lips curling up briefly. It's almost a smile but as fast as it comes, it's gone again.
"Fine. It's only for a few hours. What could go wrong?"
If Thor had known more about the unspoken rules of the universe, he might have been concerned by that question, but as it was, he was just pleased that he hadn't had to resort to option two, which was just following Peter when they landed regardless.
The crew had been given specific instructions to wait for their return and not move until they got back, though it didn't seem like Thor's intimidation of any interested parties was going to be needed, most people seemed happy to have them there, but not in any oppressive or pressing kind of way, which struck Thor as a little strange, but not enough to be worrisome.
Of course, the fact that the dropoff location was a few klicks further than expected did put a bit of a damper on getting the job done quickly, and then their location finder died after they'd made the dropoff, which just meant they'd have to retrace their steps. Only, neither of them was particularly good at that and instead of being back at the hangar and the Benatar by the time night fell, they weren't entirely sure where they were except that it seemed like the right city.
Though it didn't seem like much of a problem, all in all. The longer they'd been there, the more relaxed Thor had become, sticking closer to Peter than he normally would have, under the guise of making sure they didn't lose track of each other.
But with darkness falling, he suggested finding a place to stay for the night so they could regroup and get the location-finder -and with it the comms- working again to get them back to the others.
After everything that had happened in his life, one would think that Peter would know better, yet he still uttered the words. The planet in itself wasn't terrible and their habitants rather pretty to look at but it was also kind of weird. Peter had been focused on their mission at first but somehow he found himself having difficulty concentrating the further they went into the city. Practically everyone was chatting amicably, dancing or partying in some way, wearing colorful and very revealing clothes. It made him wonder if they just stumbled into some sort of holiday celebration.
Things only got worse after the job was complete. Peter blamed the malfunction of their location finder and the comm links on the fact that something was jamming the frequency. It wasn't the first time a planet's magnetism or something of the sort had messed up their technology but that meant they were now stuck for the night in the planet.
It shouldn't have been a big deal, but they couldn't take two steps without someone making eyes at Thor, attempting to rope him into dancing, or enthusiastically trying to convince him to join them in their house. Peter's got propositioned as well, but he was too busy seething over the people who couldn't keep their hands off Thor, and he glared at everyone that came too close to the God. At the same time, when no one was directly trying to take Thor away from him - and wasn't that an absurd idea, as if the other man was his in any way- Peter felt much more comfortable around him than he usually did.
The guardian is even leaning into Thor's personal space now, as they try to explain to a hotel receptionist that yes, truly, they really want a room with two beds. She looks at him as if Peter just grew another head. Fifteen minutes later, Peter's standing in the middle of their new room and staring at what is undoubtedly a king-sized bed, his previous request haven fallen on deaf ears. There's even a welcome basket in the middle of the bed, filled with different kinds of oils, a large feather, and even some sort of blindfold.
"Did they give us the honeymoon room?" The sheets look soft and silky and the picture of Thor's lying on them naked pops into his mind, prompting Peter to fluster and pull at the collar of his shirt. He takes his jacket off while trying really hard not to look at the other man. "It's hot here. Aren't you hot? Never mind don't answer that. "
There were only so many times Thor could say 'no, thank you' before it began to sound annoyed, and apparently his growing scowl wasn't as much of a deterrent as he'd hoped it would be, as it was anywhere else.
It was that as much as anything else that had him welcoming Peter crowding into his personal space, fingers brushing against the other man's arm now and again to steer him. It was possible that their requests would have been listened to at a higher end hotel, but they didn't have that kind of time, or, rather, Thor wouldn't be able to put up with people for that much longer, his smile already gone brittle and hard-edged.
He wasn't sparking, yet, but only because his control was better than that and he wasn't likely to send off electricity unless it was deliberate.
He had been about to answer Peter's question when the other man told him not to, which did make him think twice, but still answered anyway, nodding once, "It is warm, yes." Though he couldn't be sure if it was him or if it was the room and it might have been both. He, likewise, had a momentary mental image of Peter sprawled out across the rumpled sheets, that blindfold securely in place to keep him guessing as to what Thor was going to do next.
He shook his head, as if he could physically shake the image away, crossing to the other door and sliding it open, revealing a horribly gaudy bathroom setup, though it looked easy enough to figure out, a rainfall shower in one corner and a soaking tub in the other, "At least we've a chance to get clean before returning to the ship."
If asked, Peter won't be able to decide if the touches Thor gave to his arm every now and them were comforting or upsetting. On one side, Thor only did it because the citizens were annoying him. On the other, they meant that the man was staying close to Peter and every touch has felt electric and it made Peter's heart race. He blamed it on Thor's literal ability to channel electricity rather than the usual arousal he had always experienced when someone he liked touched him. Denial was a way of living for Peter at this point.
Sparing a look over his shoulder to where Thor was standing, he wondered about how much control the Asgardian had over his powers. He only planed to spare Thor's hand a brief look but soon enough Peter finds himself lost in thought, wondering about what else these big hands could do, and where did he want to feel them. He's snapped out of his reverie by Thor agreeing that the room was too warm, something Peter had almost forgotten about it already even though he pointed it out only a minute ago.
"We could use a bath." He feels a little strange after spending all day walking across the crowded city. It was if the air were filled with something heavy, clouding his senses, making him giddy and happy but also desperate for human contact. Or Asgardian contact. Had he known about the pheromones the Zeltrons produced, everything about today - and the reason why their client didn't want to deliver the package himself - would have been more clear.
A couple of long strides, and he's standing next to Thor by the bathroom's entrance, once again leaning into the man's personal space. Both the rainfall shower stall and the bathtub were big enough for two people to fit inside them, although, if those two people were of Thor and Peter's size, there wouldn't be much room for anything else. It's still the first thing that pops into his main, and because Peter's mouth hates him, it brings it up.
"It would be a bit like playing sexy Tetris, but we could both fit in one of those." Peter swallows thickly after the words leave his lips, expression reminiscent of a deer in the headlights. He really tried to keep any stupid comments about Thor, and nakedness, and him to himself but haha, no, the universe and his stupid horny brain had other plans. He's starting to contemplate throwing himself out of the window.
And if Peter's mouth was going to run away with him, Thor wasn't going to argue, or counter with anything other than: "I don't know how to play," A bare pause followed, glancing at the other man, one brow lifting as he added: "But I am willing to learn."
It was true, of course, and having Peter right up beside him again was... pleasant, really, and in a way he should have recognized, given his own experience. He really ought to have known that it was pheromones permeating the air of the city, of the whole planet, but he hadn't caught on to that just yet, and it was entirely possible that with Peter there to keep him occupied he wouldn't actually realize that at all.
He wanted to be close, and given as how Peter seemed to want the same, there was very little caution in the movement when Thor placed his hand against the small of Peter's back, curious to see what the reaction would be.
A lot of different thoughts go through Peter's mind, the first one being 'How do you NOT KNOW how to play Tetris, is the most famous game in the story of forever after Pacman???' followed by the much less casual 'Oh I'll show you how to play, all right, all night long'. This time, however, he manages to keep his mouth shut. Miracles do occur. Instead, Peter chooses to stare and Thor in bewilderment after what it has seemed to him like a Come hither suggestion.
"Do you?" He must have heard that wrong, it must be his mind playing tricks. He's felt lonely for a long time now and that's the only reason why he's been pinning after Thor these last month. Just an impossible dream that keeps his mind distracted. Except that today, that doesn't seem that impossible. The unexpected hand on his back prompts Peter to give Thor a measuring look, the corner of his lip tugging up into a smile as he leans against the touch. They're practically the same height so it's not difficult for Peter to lean in an almost brush their noses together. "We can leave the shower for later."
"If your sexy Tetris is like any other sexy game, we'll need the shower later instead of now." He replied, a warm amusement curling through the statement, his voice having dipped just a little, there was no need for anything that loud with Peter so close.
His smile broke out in full force at that near-nuzzle, deciding that if Peter was going to keep inching forward, it was up to him to take the dive. Which he did, his free hand lifting to curl against Peter's jaw lightly, enough to keep him in place, but not so firmly that he couldn't get away if he wanted to, before leaning in to claim his mouth with a solid, increasingly hungry, kiss, a low sound uncurling from the back of his throat, almost a purr.
"You're not wrong." And isn't that a first, Peter agreeing with Thor so easily? It really shows that he's comfortable enough with his presence to admit he not against whatever it is they are doing.
Getting away was the farthest thing on Peter's mind once they finally press their lips together. Kisses aren't new to him, he loves greatly, and he's always been very fond of this time of foreplay. Not all alien species in the universe have compatible parts but a lot of them have lips, and that is sometimes good enough.
It feels more than just a kiss today. The pull stronger, the sensations raw even though Thor is holding him gently as if he's worried that Peter will come back to his senses and run away from him. When the kiss deepens, so does Peter's want. One of his hands finds purchase on Thor's bicep, the other slides up the curve of his neck and buries itself on his hair, fingers carding through the gold strands. Peter groans into the kiss, pulling at his hair and biting Thor's lower lip before pressing his tongue against the other man's. They kiss like they fight and peter would be lying if he says he doesn't enjoy it.
His arm tensed and muscles bunched under Peter's hand, hard to tell if it was a reflexive reaction to the touch or if he was doing it on purpose, and maybe it was a little of both. It didn't matter in the end, especially as Peter's other hand wound through his hair like that.
It was -apparently- sheer luck that Peter had found one of the things that got Thor going as easily as anything, a good solid grasp of his hair right there at the roots. The insistent press of teeth that went along with that grip just drew another warm sound from the back of Thor's throat, dipping easily into the deeper kiss, replying in kind.
It seemed that finding the joy in kissing was something they shared, because Thor was, apparently, in no hurry to move on. Except for the fact that he shifted his weight forward, pressing Peter slowly and inexorably back just by proximity, backing him against the nearest wall to make sure he couldn't escape, and why he felt the need to wasn't something he could answer.
In the past, Peter had tried very hard not to pay attention to Thor's arms, but he couldn't deny that they were something else, almost otherworldly. Firm and smooth to the touch because not many things actually manage to scar an Asgardian. The moan he earns after pulling at the gold strands emboldens Peter, and he smiles against Thor's mouth, repeating the action. He's been with enough long-haired partner to know that grabbing the hair close to the base of the neck causes a pleasurable tickling sensation down the spine. He likes to have his hair pulled too, it's just trickier due to its length.
Thor is so warm, or perhaps it's Peter's skin that was burning up? His clothes feel too tight, to constraining, and he wouldn't mind getting rid of them. By the time Thor presses him against the wall, the guardian was a bit breathless and rolling his hips against the other man.
The cut scars on the right side of Thor's speak about what sort of foe Hela really was. When Peter briefly breaks the kiss to take a breath, he can't help the urge to lean in and press his lips against the curve of Thor's cheek, over the scarred skin. It's a much softer kiss than before and if asked, Peter wouldn't be able to explain why he did it. Gamora also had scars on her cheekbones, and he grew to obsess every part of her, to accept anything. She had loved her, but this was Thor and....and that was a trail of thought Peter wasn't ready to follow. It would be foolish, Thor didn't even like him back that much, right? Before Thor could question why Peter now looked so flushes, he buries his face on the curve of the god's neck, sucking at a spot below his jawline.
Thor definitely ran warmer than most humans did, but even despite that he was feeling flushed himself, which if he'd given himself time to think about he would have concluded wasn't normal.
But he wasn't giving himself time to think about it, and nor was Peter, first with that strangely gentle kiss to his cheek and then with the sucking pressure at his throat, one that drew another warm laugh from Thor even as he let his hand slide upwards from Peter's thigh, bunching the man's shirt up as he went, pleased as anything by the slide of warm -maybe too warm- skin under his fingers.
He angled his chin up a little to give Peter a bit more space to work, just making another soft sound in his throat, curious and pleased at once. He did finally shift his weight back a little, his other hand dipping to catch at the hem of Peter's shirt on the other side, giving a tug, and while he'd meant to actually request that he remove the garment, all that came out was a thick: "Off."
Even there, in a private hotel, the pheromones ever-present in the atmosphere impregnated the air while the occupants were blessedly ignorant of that fact. Had Peter know that those would bring to the surface his deepest wants, he would have refused to set foot on the planet. It was too late for that and his mind was now laser-focused on the sounds he could get out of Thor.
The wandering hands over his thighs and stomach made Peter hum, lips still on Thor's neck and trailing up. His teeth latched onto a really sexy looking earlobe and sucked, pulling at it lightly. Then the god was stepping back, talking, and Peter moaned at that request, the authoritative tone getting to him before he could catch himself and think about what he was doing. The realization came to him a moment later, and he frowned, cheeks burning up with embarrassment and more than a little dose of excitement.
"Don't tell me what to do, you're not the boss of me." He snapped back...while raising his arms and pulling his shirt up, regardless. The tone of voice didn't fully mask how Peter might enjoy it if Thor were bossier. He just wasn't going to make it easier for the god, no matter how hard that gruff tone made him. His shirt, apparently also decided not to make it easier for Peter because, while he got it over his head without issue, it got tangled in his arms, trapping his wrists for a moment.
It was a moment that Thor didn't even have to contemplate before taking advantage of, pressing forward again and catching that tangle of fabric -and one of Peter's wrists in the process- just using that to lift both of Peter's arms up over his head as Thor pressed him back against the wall once more, thigh slotting easily between Peter's, tensing against him to give him something to rub against, given just how obvious his arousal was a the moment.
Thor's was slower to build, he was most definitely interested, but at the moment he wasn't even half hard yet.
"No." He agreed to Peter's previous statement about not being the boss of him, flashing a grin as soon as he'd said so, "But I think you might like it if I were." Apparently even just those few moments of Peter attempting -and failing- to get out of his shirt had been enough for Thor to regain at least some of his senses. Enough to be able to form complete sentences again, at any rate.
Peter let out a small, surprised yelp but didn't fight Thor or tried to free his wrists just yet. It would have been a lost battle and besides, the muscular thigh now adding pressure between his legs was too much of a distraction. It made him drawn in a shaky breath and then immediately glare at Thor to try and keep some of his dignity intact. Another lost battle, really.
Thor's agreement catched him by surprise but the grin that followed that 'no' made Peter immediately suspicious, eyes narrowing and lips pursing. Rocket would have called that a pout, but Peter would deny it until the day he died. He wanted to complain, to snap back at Thor and deny that accusation, but he just...couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. As embarrassing as it would be to admit that maybe he would enjoy a bossy Thor a tiny little, the idea also had its appeal. The itch beneath his skin that had been making itself more and more obvious the longer they stayed together was now turning unbearable.
"You sound very sure of that." And he was right but Peter was still trying to not give him the satisfaction. His complaint hadn't denied Thor's statement, though, and Peter was vaguely aware that he already lost the argument when his cock gave a twitch after the god pressed his thigh against the sensitive area. Ah, to hell with it. If they were throwing challenges... "Maybe you should put that theory to test."
He hummed at that challenge of a suggestion, thoughtful once more, though there was definite amusement sparking in his eyes and tugging at the corners of his mouth. He just nodded once, thigh tensing once more at the heavy, obvious twitch of Peter's cock, even still trapped by his pants as it was.
There was nowhere to catch the tangled shirt on, nowhere to keep it caught, but Thor's fingers curled around Peter's wrist again, pressing it back against the wall above his head, voice having dipped to a low rumble once more, "Stay." That said he leaned back a little himself, keeping his thigh right where it was, so that he could peel out of his own shirt, sighing in apparent relief once the garment was off and he didn't feel quite so overheated. Still warm, yes, but without the fabric there to keep the heat trapped against his skin.
Green eyes narrowed a little at that hum, and Peter felt his face grow hot. He wanted to wipe that look of confidence from Thor's face and the grin from his lips. Preferably using his own mouth to kiss the god all over.
He flexed his wrists, shifting where Thor's fingers pressed down on him, but didn't lower his arms when the hands went away. The guardian's overwhelmed brain couldn't tell if it was frustrating or really fucking hot that all Thor had to do was order him around in just the right tone of voice for him to comply His cock had no such worries, apparently happy with the situation and the warmth of Thor's thigh pushed against it.
Rather than talking and make a bigger fool of himself, Peter's opted to silently stare at the view in front of him, darkened eyes roaming over Thor's chest now that shirt wasn't in the way. A small, whimpering moan resonated around the room and it took Peter a second to realize it had come from him. Oh, for fucks' sake, self It took all of Peter's willpower not to lower his arms just to cover his face but he clearly wanted to hide somewhere. Thor might want to grab him again to stop him from doing that.
He was content enough to let Peter look, though that whimper of a moan made him chuckle again, as did the flush that followed, and he couldn't help but smile outright as he pressed himself close again.
One hand settled between them to work Peter's pants open while the other slid up his arm, kneading at bunching muscles as he went, slow and deliberate and finally giving his wrist a tug, dropping the loop of Peter's arms over Thor's head so that the tangle of shirt would hold them there against the back of his neck, at least for a time. Which was when he dipped, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Peter's throat as he used one hand to slide the other man's pants down with one deft movement and a low murmur of: "Step out."
The reason for the order, as well as the placement of Peter's arms, was made clear a moment later when he revealed that he had the leverage to actually lift Peter up when he straightened, the hand that had worked his pants open sliding over his thigh and around to the curve of his ass to actually hold him up, trusting that Peter would get his legs around Thor's waist on his own.
The laugh earned Thor a glare and Peter had all the intention to push the god away from him but when he arched his back to have some leverage Thor's hand had already got to the front of his pants and that completely sidetracked him. The god's other hand squeezing his biceps a yanking at his wrist to make him lower his arms had the intended effect. Peter found himself mesmerized and staring into intense mismatched eyes, making no move to free himself, forearms resting on Thor's shoulders.
The kiss was sweet, and it made Peter hum in appreciation, while the order Thor gave next was met with quiet, quick acceptance. His arms tensed around Thor's neck and Peter let out a surprised yelp when his feet stopped touching the ground. Strong legs immediately wrapped around the god's body, squeezing lightly, the new postion leaving Peter exposed in a way he rather enjoyed.
"Now you're just showing off." Peter snickered because he still had to be a little shit and tease Thor's very much back in shape body. It was a brief moment of clarity that it might not last but that was enough to make him give Thor a playful look, very different from his previous frown.
"But fuck, it's hot." Arching up and pressing their chest flush, Peter pressed a hungry kiss to Thor's mouth. His mobility was limited, but he wanted to make the other man feel good, and kisses were always a good option.
He just hummed in agreement to that first half-breathless statement, smiling again, he couldn't help it, really, not when it was obvious that Peter was teasing as well.
Of course, the admittance that followed immediately thereafter just had Thor smiling further, because that was obvious, too, but the fact that Peter was admitting it was actually a surprise, though not one he had much time to ponder as Peter pressed himself close once more and all Thor could do was reply to that kiss in kind, deep and hungry.
Once he was sure Peter's grip was secure, he shifted his own weight backwards just a little, to make sure he could maintain his balance with the other man still wrapped around him. Certainly they'd intended on taking a shower first, or a bath, he couldn't rightly remember, but it wasn't like they couldn't have one later, whichever it was, and he found that he desperately wanted to see Peter sprawled out on the bed.
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It was a little like what had happened with himself and Fandral back at the beginning. The two of them had decided that the other was a rival even before they'd spoken for the first time, and that had gone on for ages before they became grudging friends, and then actual friends, and then for a long while something more than that.
He wasn't yet sure if 'something more' was on the table for himself and Peter, or if it was even something Peter would be interested in. Or, for that matter, what form it would even take, there were definitely levels to that kind of thing. But it wasn't as if he were difficult to look at, despite Drax's claims to just how hideous the entire crew was (with the exception of Thor, for various reasons, all of which amused the Asgardian though he knew better than to laugh) and more than that Peter had proved himself to be both capable and clever, both of which were things that Thor appreciated.
He made his way to the cockpit from the galley, staying out of the way even as he said: "We drew lots, I'll be the one going planetside with you when we arrive."
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Peter says as a greeting with the voice of someone tired of repeating himself rather than real viciousness behind it. It takes him a second to realize what did he just suggest Thor to do, and the implications of the song, mentally kicking himself. He looks away and stares at the screen in front of him a little intensely before adding. "We just need to get to the meeting point and deliver a package, it can be that difficult."
It wasn't even a big cargo, just a package the size of a microwave containing some forward-laser batteries, fixing tools, and small tech that was difficult to find int the planet. They all already double-checked that the job was legal, that the package was nothing that shouldn't be delivered or if it could get them arrested for. But no, It was just a simple, odd job, well paid, that seemed too good to be true.
"Frankly this is a sub-part work in terms of the dangers we usually deal with, I don't really get why our client doesn't deliver the package himself. But easy money is easy money."
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But the complaint that followed was easier to answer, and better that than continuing to try and puzzle out what Peter had meant by the first statement, "Yes, and we all remember what happened the last time you left to make a delivery on your own." And the time before that, and the time before that, though that one hadn't been alone, it had been with Rocket and it was partially Rocket's fault, but only in part.
"Besides, this isn't the sort of planet to be alone on." Not that Thor had ever been there himself, and even though it wasn't part of the Nine, it was still one he'd heard tales of.
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Peter has gotten that confused reaction from other people since he started living among aliens and it doesn't haze him anymore. Sometimes he does try to explain the meaning behind the pop culture references, other times, like now, he decides it's better to keep it to himself. He finally looks towards Thor and it's to glare at him, not exactly an unusual occurrence.
"Oh so it's my fault that someone tried to kidnap me that one time? Lots of two-bit criminals wannabe out there who want to make a name for themselves." The time before that one might have been Peter's fault for getting distracted, but the one where Rocket tagged along it was totally the little furry bastard's fault for stealing someone's sword that looked 'fancy'. Talking about the planet seems like a safer subject of conversation and Peter just shrugs.
"Being alone sucks no matter what planet you are in but in this case, I think you're all exaggerating. It almost sounds like you worry." Which, Peter is sure, can't be the case. The Guardians look after each other on the regular, they only have each other, but he doesn't think Thor is actually that concerned about his well being. Right?
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One brow lifted, "And you're our captain, are you not? Of course we worry." It was hard to say if he knew that Peter had meant him personally and not the whole group, but he wasn't going to say either way because he still wasn't sure what Peter's feelings were on the matter. Eventually it would get to the point where he'd have to ask, but he was patient enough that he knew that moment was a long way off still.
There was an edge to the question, a bare quirk to Thor's expression that turned the question of Peter being their captain into something of a tease, but not enough of one to be sure just what part he was teasing about.
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Peter has the feeling that Thor is only calling him Captain to appease him, so he stops arguing the issue. Who does he think he is? Does the God really think that such an obvious tactic would work with Peter? Well...yes, it does work but only because it feels really satisfying to finally have his position recognized.
He eyes Thor after the man assures him that they worry, wondering about how much of that is true and if he's reading too much into it. After another second, Peter drops most of his animosity, the corner of his lips curling up briefly. It's almost a smile but as fast as it comes, it's gone again.
"Fine. It's only for a few hours. What could go wrong?"
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The crew had been given specific instructions to wait for their return and not move until they got back, though it didn't seem like Thor's intimidation of any interested parties was going to be needed, most people seemed happy to have them there, but not in any oppressive or pressing kind of way, which struck Thor as a little strange, but not enough to be worrisome.
Of course, the fact that the dropoff location was a few klicks further than expected did put a bit of a damper on getting the job done quickly, and then their location finder died after they'd made the dropoff, which just meant they'd have to retrace their steps. Only, neither of them was particularly good at that and instead of being back at the hangar and the Benatar by the time night fell, they weren't entirely sure where they were except that it seemed like the right city.
Though it didn't seem like much of a problem, all in all. The longer they'd been there, the more relaxed Thor had become, sticking closer to Peter than he normally would have, under the guise of making sure they didn't lose track of each other.
But with darkness falling, he suggested finding a place to stay for the night so they could regroup and get the location-finder -and with it the comms- working again to get them back to the others.
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Things only got worse after the job was complete. Peter blamed the malfunction of their location finder and the comm links on the fact that something was jamming the frequency. It wasn't the first time a planet's magnetism or something of the sort had messed up their technology but that meant they were now stuck for the night in the planet.
It shouldn't have been a big deal, but they couldn't take two steps without someone making eyes at Thor, attempting to rope him into dancing, or enthusiastically trying to convince him to join them in their house. Peter's got propositioned as well, but he was too busy seething over the people who couldn't keep their hands off Thor, and he glared at everyone that came too close to the God. At the same time, when no one was directly trying to take Thor away from him - and wasn't that an absurd idea, as if the other man was his in any way- Peter felt much more comfortable around him than he usually did.
The guardian is even leaning into Thor's personal space now, as they try to explain to a hotel receptionist that yes, truly, they really want a room with two beds. She looks at him as if Peter just grew another head. Fifteen minutes later, Peter's standing in the middle of their new room and staring at what is undoubtedly a king-sized bed, his previous request haven fallen on deaf ears. There's even a welcome basket in the middle of the bed, filled with different kinds of oils, a large feather, and even some sort of blindfold.
"Did they give us the honeymoon room?" The sheets look soft and silky and the picture of Thor's lying on them naked pops into his mind, prompting Peter to fluster and pull at the collar of his shirt. He takes his jacket off while trying really hard not to look at the other man. "It's hot here. Aren't you hot? Never mind don't answer that. "
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It was that as much as anything else that had him welcoming Peter crowding into his personal space, fingers brushing against the other man's arm now and again to steer him. It was possible that their requests would have been listened to at a higher end hotel, but they didn't have that kind of time, or, rather, Thor wouldn't be able to put up with people for that much longer, his smile already gone brittle and hard-edged.
He wasn't sparking, yet, but only because his control was better than that and he wasn't likely to send off electricity unless it was deliberate.
He had been about to answer Peter's question when the other man told him not to, which did make him think twice, but still answered anyway, nodding once, "It is warm, yes." Though he couldn't be sure if it was him or if it was the room and it might have been both. He, likewise, had a momentary mental image of Peter sprawled out across the rumpled sheets, that blindfold securely in place to keep him guessing as to what Thor was going to do next.
He shook his head, as if he could physically shake the image away, crossing to the other door and sliding it open, revealing a horribly gaudy bathroom setup, though it looked easy enough to figure out, a rainfall shower in one corner and a soaking tub in the other, "At least we've a chance to get clean before returning to the ship."
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Sparing a look over his shoulder to where Thor was standing, he wondered about how much control the Asgardian had over his powers. He only planed to spare Thor's hand a brief look but soon enough Peter finds himself lost in thought, wondering about what else these big hands could do, and where did he want to feel them. He's snapped out of his reverie by Thor agreeing that the room was too warm, something Peter had almost forgotten about it already even though he pointed it out only a minute ago.
"We could use a bath." He feels a little strange after spending all day walking across the crowded city. It was if the air were filled with something heavy, clouding his senses, making him giddy and happy but also desperate for human contact. Or Asgardian contact. Had he known about the pheromones the Zeltrons produced, everything about today - and the reason why their client didn't want to deliver the package himself - would have been more clear.
A couple of long strides, and he's standing next to Thor by the bathroom's entrance, once again leaning into the man's personal space. Both the rainfall shower stall and the bathtub were big enough for two people to fit inside them, although, if those two people were of Thor and Peter's size, there wouldn't be much room for anything else. It's still the first thing that pops into his main, and because Peter's mouth hates him, it brings it up.
"It would be a bit like playing sexy Tetris, but we could both fit in one of those." Peter swallows thickly after the words leave his lips, expression reminiscent of a deer in the headlights. He really tried to keep any stupid comments about Thor, and nakedness, and him to himself but haha, no, the universe and his stupid horny brain had other plans. He's starting to contemplate throwing himself out of the window.
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It was true, of course, and having Peter right up beside him again was... pleasant, really, and in a way he should have recognized, given his own experience. He really ought to have known that it was pheromones permeating the air of the city, of the whole planet, but he hadn't caught on to that just yet, and it was entirely possible that with Peter there to keep him occupied he wouldn't actually realize that at all.
He wanted to be close, and given as how Peter seemed to want the same, there was very little caution in the movement when Thor placed his hand against the small of Peter's back, curious to see what the reaction would be.
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"Do you?" He must have heard that wrong, it must be his mind playing tricks. He's felt lonely for a long time now and that's the only reason why he's been pinning after Thor these last month. Just an impossible dream that keeps his mind distracted. Except that today, that doesn't seem that impossible. The unexpected hand on his back prompts Peter to give Thor a measuring look, the corner of his lip tugging up into a smile as he leans against the touch. They're practically the same height so it's not difficult for Peter to lean in an almost brush their noses together. "We can leave the shower for later."
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His smile broke out in full force at that near-nuzzle, deciding that if Peter was going to keep inching forward, it was up to him to take the dive. Which he did, his free hand lifting to curl against Peter's jaw lightly, enough to keep him in place, but not so firmly that he couldn't get away if he wanted to, before leaning in to claim his mouth with a solid, increasingly hungry, kiss, a low sound uncurling from the back of his throat, almost a purr.
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Getting away was the farthest thing on Peter's mind once they finally press their lips together. Kisses aren't new to him, he loves greatly, and he's always been very fond of this time of foreplay. Not all alien species in the universe have compatible parts but a lot of them have lips, and that is sometimes good enough.
It feels more than just a kiss today. The pull stronger, the sensations raw even though Thor is holding him gently as if he's worried that Peter will come back to his senses and run away from him. When the kiss deepens, so does Peter's want. One of his hands finds purchase on Thor's bicep, the other slides up the curve of his neck and buries itself on his hair, fingers carding through the gold strands. Peter groans into the kiss, pulling at his hair and biting Thor's lower lip before pressing his tongue against the other man's. They kiss like they fight and peter would be lying if he says he doesn't enjoy it.
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It was -apparently- sheer luck that Peter had found one of the things that got Thor going as easily as anything, a good solid grasp of his hair right there at the roots. The insistent press of teeth that went along with that grip just drew another warm sound from the back of Thor's throat, dipping easily into the deeper kiss, replying in kind.
It seemed that finding the joy in kissing was something they shared, because Thor was, apparently, in no hurry to move on. Except for the fact that he shifted his weight forward, pressing Peter slowly and inexorably back just by proximity, backing him against the nearest wall to make sure he couldn't escape, and why he felt the need to wasn't something he could answer.
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In the past, Peter had tried very hard not to pay attention to Thor's arms, but he couldn't deny that they were something else, almost otherworldly. Firm and smooth to the touch because not many things actually manage to scar an Asgardian. The moan he earns after pulling at the gold strands emboldens Peter, and he smiles against Thor's mouth, repeating the action. He's been with enough long-haired partner to know that grabbing the hair close to the base of the neck causes a pleasurable tickling sensation down the spine. He likes to have his hair pulled too, it's just trickier due to its length.
Thor is so warm, or perhaps it's Peter's skin that was burning up? His clothes feel too tight, to constraining, and he wouldn't mind getting rid of them. By the time Thor presses him against the wall, the guardian was a bit breathless and rolling his hips against the other man.
The cut scars on the right side of Thor's speak about what sort of foe Hela really was. When Peter briefly breaks the kiss to take a breath, he can't help the urge to lean in and press his lips against the curve of Thor's cheek, over the scarred skin. It's a much softer kiss than before and if asked, Peter wouldn't be able to explain why he did it. Gamora also had scars on her cheekbones, and he grew to obsess every part of her, to accept anything. She had loved her, but this was Thor and....and that was a trail of thought Peter wasn't ready to follow. It would be foolish, Thor didn't even like him back that much, right? Before Thor could question why Peter now looked so flushes, he buries his face on the curve of the god's neck, sucking at a spot below his jawline.
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But he wasn't giving himself time to think about it, and nor was Peter, first with that strangely gentle kiss to his cheek and then with the sucking pressure at his throat, one that drew another warm laugh from Thor even as he let his hand slide upwards from Peter's thigh, bunching the man's shirt up as he went, pleased as anything by the slide of warm -maybe too warm- skin under his fingers.
He angled his chin up a little to give Peter a bit more space to work, just making another soft sound in his throat, curious and pleased at once. He did finally shift his weight back a little, his other hand dipping to catch at the hem of Peter's shirt on the other side, giving a tug, and while he'd meant to actually request that he remove the garment, all that came out was a thick: "Off."
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The wandering hands over his thighs and stomach made Peter hum, lips still on Thor's neck and trailing up. His teeth latched onto a really sexy looking earlobe and sucked, pulling at it lightly. Then the god was stepping back, talking, and Peter moaned at that request, the authoritative tone getting to him before he could catch himself and think about what he was doing. The realization came to him a moment later, and he frowned, cheeks burning up with embarrassment and more than a little dose of excitement.
"Don't tell me what to do, you're not the boss of me." He snapped back...while raising his arms and pulling his shirt up, regardless. The tone of voice didn't fully mask how Peter might enjoy it if Thor were bossier. He just wasn't going to make it easier for the god, no matter how hard that gruff tone made him. His shirt, apparently also decided not to make it easier for Peter because, while he got it over his head without issue, it got tangled in his arms, trapping his wrists for a moment.
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Thor's was slower to build, he was most definitely interested, but at the moment he wasn't even half hard yet.
"No." He agreed to Peter's previous statement about not being the boss of him, flashing a grin as soon as he'd said so, "But I think you might like it if I were." Apparently even just those few moments of Peter attempting -and failing- to get out of his shirt had been enough for Thor to regain at least some of his senses. Enough to be able to form complete sentences again, at any rate.
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Thor's agreement catched him by surprise but the grin that followed that 'no' made Peter immediately suspicious, eyes narrowing and lips pursing. Rocket would have called that a pout, but Peter would deny it until the day he died. He wanted to complain, to snap back at Thor and deny that accusation, but he just...couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. As embarrassing as it would be to admit that maybe he would enjoy a bossy Thor a tiny little, the idea also had its appeal. The itch beneath his skin that had been making itself more and more obvious the longer they stayed together was now turning unbearable.
"You sound very sure of that." And he was right but Peter was still trying to not give him the satisfaction. His complaint hadn't denied Thor's statement, though, and Peter was vaguely aware that he already lost the argument when his cock gave a twitch after the god pressed his thigh against the sensitive area. Ah, to hell with it. If they were throwing challenges... "Maybe you should put that theory to test."
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There was nowhere to catch the tangled shirt on, nowhere to keep it caught, but Thor's fingers curled around Peter's wrist again, pressing it back against the wall above his head, voice having dipped to a low rumble once more, "Stay." That said he leaned back a little himself, keeping his thigh right where it was, so that he could peel out of his own shirt, sighing in apparent relief once the garment was off and he didn't feel quite so overheated. Still warm, yes, but without the fabric there to keep the heat trapped against his skin.
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He flexed his wrists, shifting where Thor's fingers pressed down on him, but didn't lower his arms when the hands went away. The guardian's overwhelmed brain couldn't tell if it was frustrating or really fucking hot that all Thor had to do was order him around in just the right tone of voice for him to comply His cock had no such worries, apparently happy with the situation and the warmth of Thor's thigh pushed against it.
Rather than talking and make a bigger fool of himself, Peter's opted to silently stare at the view in front of him, darkened eyes roaming over Thor's chest now that shirt wasn't in the way. A small, whimpering moan resonated around the room and it took Peter a second to realize it had come from him. Oh, for fucks' sake, self It took all of Peter's willpower not to lower his arms just to cover his face but he clearly wanted to hide somewhere. Thor might want to grab him again to stop him from doing that.
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One hand settled between them to work Peter's pants open while the other slid up his arm, kneading at bunching muscles as he went, slow and deliberate and finally giving his wrist a tug, dropping the loop of Peter's arms over Thor's head so that the tangle of shirt would hold them there against the back of his neck, at least for a time. Which was when he dipped, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Peter's throat as he used one hand to slide the other man's pants down with one deft movement and a low murmur of: "Step out."
The reason for the order, as well as the placement of Peter's arms, was made clear a moment later when he revealed that he had the leverage to actually lift Peter up when he straightened, the hand that had worked his pants open sliding over his thigh and around to the curve of his ass to actually hold him up, trusting that Peter would get his legs around Thor's waist on his own.
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The kiss was sweet, and it made Peter hum in appreciation, while the order Thor gave next was met with quiet, quick acceptance. His arms tensed around Thor's neck and Peter let out a surprised yelp when his feet stopped touching the ground. Strong legs immediately wrapped around the god's body, squeezing lightly, the new postion leaving Peter exposed in a way he rather enjoyed.
"Now you're just showing off." Peter snickered because he still had to be a little shit and tease Thor's very much back in shape body. It was a brief moment of clarity that it might not last but that was enough to make him give Thor a playful look, very different from his previous frown.
"But fuck, it's hot." Arching up and pressing their chest flush, Peter pressed a hungry kiss to Thor's mouth. His mobility was limited, but he wanted to make the other man feel good, and kisses were always a good option.
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Of course, the admittance that followed immediately thereafter just had Thor smiling further, because that was obvious, too, but the fact that Peter was admitting it was actually a surprise, though not one he had much time to ponder as Peter pressed himself close once more and all Thor could do was reply to that kiss in kind, deep and hungry.
Once he was sure Peter's grip was secure, he shifted his own weight backwards just a little, to make sure he could maintain his balance with the other man still wrapped around him. Certainly they'd intended on taking a shower first, or a bath, he couldn't rightly remember, but it wasn't like they couldn't have one later, whichever it was, and he found that he desperately wanted to see Peter sprawled out on the bed.
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