Pressing his body against a naked teenager on the rooftop of a Manhattan skyscraper was not an event that Quill had anticipated this particular visit to Earth involving. Not that he was complaining. There was a warmth between the two of them, a sort of electric sparkling chemistry, that even just standing together, basking in the afterglow of a fiery kiss, was enough to keep Quill excited.… Read More

Peter grinned as he pulled away from yet another desperate and wet kiss. He could hear Quill’s rapid heartbeat and it was obvious by the pulsing cock between them how excited he was and, to Peter, that felt like power. Power tasted for the first time was sweet and he couldn’t wait to experience it all. “His eyes stayed locked with Quills even as he leaned forward again to drag his tongue up the length of his cock.…… Read More

Quill watched with a rapt gaze and undivided attention as Peter Parker started undressing. First the shirt was removed. Quill had expected Peter to have well-defined muscles and an impressive torso, and he wasn’t disappointed. But he had expected a lithe, lean musculature, the build of a gymnast or an acrobat, muscles that denoted beguiling agility more than virile strength. What he wasn’t expecting was Parker to be ripped.… Read More

Peter Quill knew all about parties. He was an expert. He loved them, after all. Was almost an obligatory way to sign off on a mission. Took up quite a lot of any pay checks he earned, too. And so he’d seen a lot, done a lot, gotten into bar fights in Knowhere and partaken in pub crawls on Contraxia. That was one area where his knowledge was truly something to behold.… Read More

Peter normally wouldn’t have jumped at all. His spider sense had a way of helping him keep track of people coming and going sometimes without him even acknowledging that he was doing it. But tonight, his spider sense was busy trying to process his gifted elixir of the gods and so Peter’s head snapped around too fast and the resulting spin made him sway slightly.… Read More

Quill couldn’t resist a hearty chuckle as the normally adroit and effortlessly athletic Spider-Man stumbled and floundered under the influence of alcohol. The kid – no, not a kid any more, as he was making so insistently clear with a justified vexation that Quill could fully empathise with – was clearly not used to coordinating his lithe and limber form and his agile frame under the influence of something as strong as Asgardian mead.… Read More

Peter was in the process of bringing the flask up for another sip, but paused in mid tilt. What? Did he…? He slowly lowered the flash and squinted a bit at the Star Lord. It took a moment for his spider senses to get it together and sharpen enough for Peter to focus on his face, but when they did, he was surprised to see that the other man was staring right at him.… Read More

Peter shifted his torso forward and raised his knees slightly to rest his elbows. He tried to play it off as cool as possible, but in reality, he was trying to hide his boner that he was sure he shouldn’t have before they’d even done anything. He swallowed down his nervousness, though his ability to act nonchalant had always been lacking, but his pride demanded that he not rush out with all the questions and comments running through his head.…… Read More