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The Milano drifted aimlessly across space with no destination. The Guardians were simply waiting around the solar system, looking for something of interest to explore or for a call to aid to come up. At least 3 business cards were tossed out into the nothingness in hopes destiny would send it to someone in need of their expertise.
As for the Guardians themselves in the meanwhile, they were doing their own thing. Adam was of course holed up with Peter in the leader's quarters of the ship.
Peter's lips lifted off Adam's with a pop for a breath. Whatever slow burn series of events led to them going from crossing paths with Adam for aid in a cosmic danger to making out with him, Peter Quill was thankful for. It all felt like a blur to look back on- hell it was a blur trying to recall how they went from chatting to making out, but right now Peter could only think about his want for Adam.
“What has brought you into such a mood, Quill?” Adam inquired curiously. “Not that I mind your intimacy.”
“What? Can't I just wanna make out with my stupidly handsome boyfriend?” Peter answered in a lighthearted manner.
“My appearance is the same as it has been for many cycles, Peter.”
“Yeah? And I've wanted to make out with you for many cycles.” Peter gave Adam another kiss on the cheek. He almost dared to take his lips again, but he was enjoying their little back and forth.
“Perhaps it's the forced closeness as you all are searching for business that is putting you on edge.”
“We all?” Peter laughed. “You say that like you're not here with us.”
“I can leave any time and wait to reunite with you when we finish with our own business,” Adam explained. “I choose to stay here to indulge in your presence, ‘Star Lord’. Hence, ‘you all’.”
“Okay, yeah, maybe forced closeness and a minor case of blue balls, but I can't help it when you're just so stupidly hot.”
“Blue balls?” Adam asked, his eyebrows curling into concern.
“Yeah, you know, blue balls? When you don't get any action so you…” Peter could tell by the confusion on the golden face that his casual explanation wasn't going to cut it. “Okay, so like, when someone gets aroused but doesn't cum, it leaves them pretty painfully wanting more until they do cum.”
Painfully? Was he causing Peter pain with his own appearance? “I apologize, Peter. It was not my intention to blue ball or hurt you.”
“Nooo.” Peter face palmed, mostly out of embarrassment and somehow second hand embarrassment at himself. “It's just, I guess basically me saying I have a bit of a high libido and-...” He dropped his hand, but his gaze was fixed to the floor. “I wanna take it to the next level with you.”
Adam rested a hand upon Peter's. “You wish to engage in intercourse with me?”
“I do. Ugh, but now I feel lame, this isn't usually how I hook up with people. I swear I have more game than this!”
“I believe you, Quill.” He also understood his own oblivious nature towards sexual matters probably threw Peter Quill off his ‘game’, which made him begin to feel a shame of some sort. Embarrassed? Nervous?
Peter seemed to pick up on this, as he turned his hand to hold Adam's. “You, uh… you good? Did I make you uncomfortable? I swear, there's no pressure to, like, do anything with me.”
Adam paused for a moment as his shameful memories began to resurface to his consciousness. “I am greatly inexperienced in intercourse, Peter… I understand the process of procreation and the need in nature to mate, and that people do it for amusement, but that is where my knowledge ends.”
“Alright, so, it's not something you're into, that's okay.” Peter shrugged. “I can respect that.”
“It's… not exactly that…” Now it was Adam's turn to fixate on the floor. “It’s… more of a bad experience… Shortly after emerging from my cocoon and eliminating my creators, I found myself feeling… lonely. I ventured out for a mate. I could hardly comprehend the animalistic urges within me- why I desired so strongly to mate with someone… I had a humiliating run-in with Lady Sif of Asgard-”
“What?! No way-” Peter covered his mouth immediately, realizing the insensitive nature of his reaction. “I- sorry- keep going.”
Adam softly groaned. “Thor had saved her and ushered me out of the realm… I didn't realize at the time what I was doing was wrong, as I was acting upon instinct, but when I did learn, I felt such strong mortification that I vowed to suppress any sexual needs or desires… Since then, I never attempted to engage in intercourse with anybody. Rarely, I had temptations every now and then, but I overpowered them.”
Peter had to resist another blue ball comment. “That's, um… Yeah, that's a long time to go with shaming yourself and all. I can kinda see where you're coming from.” Still holding hands, Peter gave a squeeze to Adam’s hand. “You don't have to hold back those urges with me, Adam. I wanna do it with you. But I promise, there's absolutely no pressure to have sex with me if you're not ready.”
Adam closed his eyes to put himself into thought. Here was Peter Quill, wanting to get intimate and deepen their relationship. Deep down, he wanted that, too. He craved Peter, all of Peter, wanted more of him. The embarrassment and shame still lingered in his mind, but that desire for Peter and to share his love in a new way, was far more tempting. “I know you're more open to intercourse than I am. For me, it has become… a vulnerability, of a sort. I want to share that vulnerability with you.”
Peter found himself beaming at Adam's trust in him. “Honestly, Adam, I'm honoured. So there's a possibility?”
“Of course. Though I'm uncertain about it being here.”
“What, don't want an audience?” Peter teased. “We can lock the door. Honestly, they probably wouldn't even hear us with these walls and the engines and all. But if you're not cool with that we can just-”
“Then I wouldn't mind doing it here.” Impulsive as ever. He either spent too long calculating or wasted no time to spring into action. The inner workings of the perfect being were difficult to comprehend.
The quick decision almost caught Peter by surprise, but with how badly he wanted Adam, he barely had time to dwell on that. “I- yeah, right now?”
“The mood is as perfect as ever,” Adam answered, reaching his other hand up to cup Peter's chin to face him. Yet, he paused there. He wasn't sure of the next course of action to take, and he certainly wasn't good at asking for help. It wasn't that he was entirely clueless to mating; one inserts themselves and performs until insemination. It was more of the foreplay and techniques to make it actually as pleasurable as some beings make it out to be that was beyond his knowledge.
“You want me to guide us?” Peter asked without judgement, his eyes gazing into Adam's glowing eyes. “Since, y'know, I'm kinda the more experienced of us.”
Adam nodded. “That would be appreciated…”
“Cool. First things first, do you wanna top or bottom?”
Such vague words of positioning. “As in?”
“You know, like, giving and receiving. Do you want to flark me? Or do you want me to flark you?”
The vulgarity and boldness had brought a warm, bronze shade upon his golden cheeks. Now it was time for Adam to spend too much time calculating. Truly, he wanted to give. Such a gorgeous face and body Peter had, he wanted to see what it all looked like when being pleased by him. Long did Adam suppress his cravings to see Peter under him. However, being so green at this, and loving Quill so much, he was willing to perform how he wanted. “What would you prefer?”
“Adam, buddy, this is your first actual time, right?” Adam nodded, confirming the suspicion. “Right. So I want this to be special for you, alright? I'll guide you until you're comfortable, but as far as roles go I'm gonna do whatever it is you want me to do. I'm pretty well versed in either role.”
“I would like to give. I want to feel you in the most intimate ways I can.”
Peter's eyes widened at the smooth talking of his lover putting him in his place. “I- Okay! That's perfectly fine by me, let's get these clothes off.”
They both stood from the bed together, but their hands barely left each other. Peter helped to remove Adam's cape, unclasping it and watched as it fell into a pile on the floor. Getting the idea, Adam helped to remove Peter's jacket, followed by his shirt.
His hands seemed to act on their own as they reached to touch Peter's body. He'd seen him shirtless before, yes. He'd admired the scars and the dark hair across his body, yes. It didn't stop him from fully admiring it again, especially now that he got to feel it in a more tender manner. He felt the fuzz of his hair and traced the dips of his muscles and the soft of his belly. Knowing all of this was going to be under his gaze as he fucks Peter- Adam nearly lost his composure just at the thought.
“Like what you see?” Peter teased.
Adam's hand found its way back to Peter's chin to pull him into a kiss, either as an answer or just to shut him up.
In that kiss, Peter took the closeness as a chance to grab Adam by the waist to initiate grinding. He could feel Adam's grunt on his lips, then soon Adam broke off to press their foreheads together.
“That getting you going?” Peter asked, this time almost serious in tone. He did, after all, have a curiosity as to what would drive Adam, what would make this god among men crack.
“Very much so,” Adam murmured, his voice becoming deeper than it had been.
“Good. Whatever instincts it's giving you, go with it. Touch me how you want. Do what feels right.”
Adam's instincts were to feel Peter's hips as they moved, then his hands snaked their way down to his ass to squeeze and hold, earning a moan from Peter.
“Flark… Almost wanna ride you with holding me like that.”
Adam considered the idea, what it might look like. He imagined himself, sitting, filling Peter as he sits on his lap. “I want that.”
“Flark yeah… We can do that. Let's get these pants off.”
He didn't need to be told twice. Already those golden hands were working Peter's belt, then pushed his pants off to reveal his jockstrap underneath. Such a fascinating garment with how it already left his ass exposed, yet was supposed to be some sort of athletic wear.
Peter suddenly pushed off of Adam. “Ah, these might be a bit tricky to get off, hold on.” He made sure to make a point of turning his back to Adam, just to make sure the golden man was watching his display.
Adam's jaw clenched as he restrained himself. “How cruel of you to make me watch you like this.”
“Come on, it's just a moment.”
The moment was long enough that by the time he turned back to Adam, his clothes had already been removed. Did he just tear them off? Peter had to wonder.
“Okay, well, looks like you're ready.”
Adam resumed his previous spot on the edge of the bed, and when Peter stepped close enough, he nearly pulled the half human down onto his lap.
“Oh yeah, you're ready,” Peter commented. “But I'm not.”
Adam stared at him curiously until Peter revealed that he had at some point brought a bottle of lube over and presented it to him.
“You gotta prep me. If I try riding that thing without some lube, you're gonna tear me in half.”
“A tempting thought,” Adam murmured, though both knew it wasn't a serious comment.
Peter steadied himself, his hips straddling Adam's thighs, hands holding his shoulders, and he held himself hovering above Adam's crotch. “Just pour some on your fingers and put it in me. Start slow with one, but take your time. I'm not gonna rush you.”
“Is there a particular technique?” Adam asked. He poured the cool, slimy liquid onto a couple fingertips.
“Once you start, you'll figure it out and get the hang of it, trust me. Follow your instincts.”
Adam's hand rested upon Peter's hip, the other around his back with a finger pressed to his hole. He circled his finger around the rim, then pushed in.
Peter dropped his head and sighed. “There we go.”
Adam pushed his finger in deeper, reaching until the knuckle, then pulled out to slowly repeat the process.
“Just like that,” Peter breathed.
It was tight, and he could feel the muscle tension as he cautiously thrusted his finger. “Does it hurt?” He asked, unsure from his own lack of experience.
“A bit, but it's a good kind of pain.”
“You will let me know if it hurts too much?”
“‘Course, don't worry.”
He could feel by his deep, steady and calculated breaths and see by his closed eyes, Peter was trying to keep himself relaxed for Adam. He lifted his free hand from his hip to gently guide Peter's head to press to his own, and allowed himself to match Peter's breaths. It was a technique that they learned from one another for steadying each other down from panic attacks or crash outs. The synchronization, the closeness, it was meditating.
Adam pulled out, then slowly pushed back in with another finger. He felt Peter's breath stagger, but was soon back to that fixed rate they set.
“You're doing good,” Peter praised. It felt almost odd to him, that he was receiving yet praising him, but he figured Adam needed encouragement with the way he seemed uncertain through this.
And work the praise did, as Adam began to try out different movements. He started a motion of pushing his digits in, curling them, then pulling back, then straightening again as he pushed them back. Peter groaned.
“Does it h-”
“No, no,” Peter interrupted. “That feels good.”
Adam continued this motion for another while, occasionally pausing to spread his fingers out to help spread him. Each time he did earned him a gasp or moan from Peter.
When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled his fingers back out and reapplied the lube, this time to three fingers. Then he reset his hand below him to plunge the third digit in.
“Oh flark,” Peter moaned. His grip on Adam's shoulders tightened- thank the stars Adam had a high pain tolerance. The more he felt Adam pump his fingers inside him, the harder he could feel himself getting. His erection began to press up against their abdomens.
Adam caught on to Peter's arousal, and seeing him already getting worked and losing his composure was making his own cock start to harden.
Their breaths were no longer steady nor matching, Peter's head lifted off of Adam's, all while Peter was starting to rock his own hips to Adam's thick fingers in him.
“That's good… Flark that's good… Flark… I think I'm ready for your cock… Before I cum off this alone.”
Adam received the memo. He pulled out and once more applied lube to his fingers. Only this time, he reached past Peter and began to stroke his cock with the lube. It was a sensation that had him feeling chills- a sensation he never felt before.
Peter gave a soft laugh as he noticed how long Adam was taking. “You enjoying that? Jacking yourself off?”
Adam blushed and paused. “I… Quite so.”
“First time, huh? Should let you explore that another time. That stuff can be cathartic.”
“Truly?” As he felt himself starting to throb, he could only believe Peter's claim. Feeling he kept him waiting long enough, Adam aligned the tip with Peter's hole. “Are you ready?”
Peter nodded. “Yeah.” He took a deep inhale, then slowly exhaled as he lowered himself on Adam's cock. The head was the worst of it, it was definitely larger than an average human's, but he managed to push past to sink himself on the rest of that impressive girth. “Flark… Perfect man, perfect cock, huh?”
Adam closed his eyes as he took a moment to process himself inside Peter, finally feeling that which he craved. Warm, slick, tight yet surrendering to him. His head began to feel floaty in ecstasy, as though it was in the clouds. He almost forgot Peter's silly throwaway comment entirely in his moment of pleasure.
“I… believe the Enclave’s idea was to fit me with a phallus most efficient for breeding,” Adam explained in a matter of fact way, not that Peter was actually looking to make conversation about his design. “In the case that I would need to breed more of those like myself for them.”
Fairly interesting regardless. At least the pause to converse gave Peter the chance to relax himself and adjust to the cock inside him. “Yeah? That wildly backfired on them, ‘cuz now you're using that perfect cock for fun.”
“You're taking it well,” Adam praised. His hands finally returned to Peter's ass with a firm grip, almost fascinated by how well his hands fit on him, as though made for him.
“Told ya,” Peter smiled with such pride, “I'm well versed in this.” And to prove himself to Adam, he began to lift himself up, leaving the tip in, then back down with another sigh, repeating this.
By instinct, Adam began to buck his hips up into Peter. It took a few thrusts before finally matching Peter's rhythm, and when he did, he could feel Peter starting to tremble under his hands. He felt like he was hitting deeper, he could only assume Peter felt that even more.
“Flark… Flark, Adam… That's good…”
Adam then leaned into Peter to begin placing kisses along his jawline, then up his lips where he took Peter into a kiss. It was more like many short kisses, as they frequently parted to breathe, but it was all still so worthwhile for each one. They craved each other wildly, and even if Peter was already riding Adam balls deep, they still wanted more of each other. This craving would lead to Peter introducing his tongue, gently pressing it to Adam's lip, and with an opening, pushed more of it in.
Adam's eyes opened wider with surprise at Peter's bold move, yet his lips welcomed it. Their tongues touched as Peter flicked his, then slowly rubbed against the insides of Adam's lips. Then he pressed his tongue to Adam's once more before pulling back to suckle at his bottom lip. It was almost a dull pain, like a bruise, but still Adam didn't budge, instead indulging in it until Peter pulled back for breath.
Their eyes locked on to each other as they processed the moment. They never tongue kissed each other before.
“That was…” Adam began, though couldn't find the words to explain.
“Hah, uh… Hope that wasn't gross or anything.”
Suddenly, by sheer impulse, Adam held Peter by the rear in one hand and cradled his neck in the other, then lifted them both up to flip them both. In the blink of an eye, Peter was suddenly laying on his back on the bed, with Adam above him between his legs.
“Flark! That was hot!” Peter blurted.
“Are you o-”
“I'm fine. I've been slammed against harder things.”
Adam sighed in relief. Thank the stars he didn't hurt Peter in his moment of losing control over himself.
Peter wrapped his legs around Adam's hips, the cue for Adam to resume rocking his hips. Much easier to thrust into his ass at this position.
Also much easier to lean down to Peter, once again placing those kisses along his neck, with Peter grabbing a fistful of Adam's golden locks in one hand while the other gripped his shoulder.
New angle, new spots Adam was hitting, keeping Peter unable to focus. He tilted his head back, eyes screwed shut, which gave Adam more room to kiss along his neck. He could feel Adam apply pressure to the side of his neck, teeth starting to gently bite in place as he sucked the skin. Where the scut did Adam learn to mark? And even though Peter knew it would be a hard one to hide even with the collar of his jacket, he couldn't give less of a damn. Who cares if the whole galaxy saw he flarked Adam Warlock?
Adam lifted off the spot, ending it with a soft kiss that felt so much harder than it was with the bruise starting to take effect.
Once again raised above Peter, gazing down at the man who submitted himself to him entirely, Adam could feel a tight heat in the core of his abdomen. It was truly an admirable view, one he never wanted to look away from, one he wished and hoped to store in his memories for eons to come. To see Peter's messy hair, the sweat shimmering on his skin, his unfocused and half lidded eyes, and knowing he was such a wreck all out of their shared love for each other, it spurred Adam in all sorts of ways he barely understood. He barely understood the desire of sex to begin with, yet here he was, with Peter in such an intimate state and enjoying every second of it.
“Peter,” he whispered. Soon enough, it was all Adam could say- no, moan. “Peter… Peter…”
Peter could feel a tightness in himself. To see that stupidly gorgeous man above him, looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy, it was touching, and definitely going straight to both of Peter's heads. He could feel a similar heat in himself, across his face and through his cock as he felt everything in him start to tighten.
“Peter… Peter, may I-”
Peter's attention was fully caught, knowing just what Adam was bound to ask.
“May I cum inside?”
Star Lord had a goofy smile. He was touched by the manners of his asking, but even more he was delighted that Adam, known for his big talk and fancy words, didn't say something like ‘inseminate’ or ‘ejaculate’. Actually, it was hot that Adam was losing much of his speech in the moment of pleasure.
“Flark, yes!”
Adam was closer than Peter had guessed, as almost immediately after, Adam was releasing his seed in Peter. Warm spurts of cum shot into Peter, filling him with copious amounts.
Feeling it fill him until it was dripping out brought Peter over the edge, his eyes shutting as he shot warm ropes across his own abdomen and even reached Adam’s abdomen with some.
Peter's cock still ached from being untouched for most of that. The few wanks he gave himself, pushing out what little more cum he had left, almost felt like a simple massage. Satisfied, his arm dropped.
For the moment, it was just the two of them, breathing and panting as they had to catch themselves from their shared highs.
Adam finally pulled out with a wet pop that suddenly made him nervous that the others heard, until Peter distracted him again.
“Flark, Adam… That was good… You sure you were a virgin?”
“I am absolutely certain.”
Peter softly groaned as he sat up. “Hah, and Drax said you have the sex appeal of a raw potato.” He leaned against Adam's shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him in a sort of way to ground himself, remind himself that this was real and just happened. Adam was uncertain what that comment had meant, but he more enjoyed hearing Peter’s lighthearted chatter.
They sat side by side again, against each other, holding each other's hands, just as they had before they began.
Adam rested his eyes for a moment. “Peter… This moment we have shared was… Wonderful… I have learned of the love and intimacy that can be shared through these acts, and an unmatched pleasure I otherwise would never have felt. Thank you for sharing this with me.”
Peter almost had to laugh. “You're welcome? Nobody has ever thanked me for doing it with them.” He shrugged, accepting the gratitude. Why not? “Nah, thank you for trusting me. I know you said earlier that sex is a vulnerable thing for you all. I'm glad I could make it a good experience for you.”
They sat in silence for another moment longer. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a comfortable one, and an exhaustion from the ecstasy. Then Adam parted, standing to look for some tissues to wipe them down with among the dresser. Peter joined next to him, but rather than looking for the tissues, he admired his new love mark in the mirror.
He gave an impressive whistle at the bruise on his neck. “That’s a good one. Now everybody's gonna know I got flarked by space Jesus.”
“Is that good?” Adam asked, unsure of what to make of the comment. He began to wipe himself down with the tissues, then began to work on Peter, who was leaning against the dresser for support as he spread his legs for Adam again.
“It is to me, that’s kinky. Man, we're gonna be flarked for sleep, though.” Peter grumbled as he looked back at the bed.
“Fortunately I don't require sleep,” Adam bragged. “But your bed is a mess now.”
“Yeah, and much as I love you, I'm not sleeping on your cum stains.”
“I truly apologize. I suppose I have gotten out of control.”
Peter gave a soft huff of laughter. “You can't control how much you cum, especially when you’re artificially created to cum that much.”
“If it is of any consolation, you may sleep in my cocoon until your bed covers are cleaned.”
“I'll take it! That cocoon is so comfy! Man, and the way it makes my skin glow- But uh, think you can make it big enough for both of us?”
Adam smiled at Peter’s desire for cocoon cuddles. “I should be able to.”
“Definitely gonna need a shower first.” Peter retrieved a couple towels from one of his drawers. “Care to join me?”
“I believe I will. It would be rude of me not to help get cleaned.”
Still, the Milano drifted. Still no course or destination, still no calls for their services, but at least it was another cycle gone by. Their only plans were some rest, then to find the nearest planet with a laundromat and maybe some trouble to get into.