(Marvel) Afterglow
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salmon_pinkTitle: Afterglow
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Peter/Johnny
Rating: PG-13
Words: 495
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comicdrabbles, prompt "first".
“I can’t believe that just happened!”
Peter glances over at Johnny, who’s sprawled beside him on Peter’s bed like he owns the whole damn room, sheets tangled around his waist and legs. Johnny has one hand tucked casually behind his head, the other raised in front of his face as he lazily watches fire dance across his palm.
All in all, Johnny looks the very picture of nonchalance. Dishevelled and still slightly flushed nonchalance, but nonchalance nonetheless.
Peter clears his throat pointedly.
“I said, I can’t believe that just happened.”
Johnny makes a noncommittal noise, eyes focused on the tiny flame he’s making bounce between his fingertips.
“Would you cut that out?” Peter hisses. “Before you set the bed on fire.”
Johnny finally turns to look at him, and Peter instantly wishes he’d look away again, because Johnny’s grin is huge and wolfish. “Didn’t we already set the bed on fire?” he leers.
“You know what I mean! Look, I’m kind of freaking out here,” Peter babbles. “Are you not freaking out? Because I feel like we should be freaking out.”
Johnny shrugs half-heartedly. “Sure, whatever,” he replies, except the words end up cracking around a huge yawn.
“We just had sex,” Peter half-shouts, only for his voice to drop to a whisper on the last word. “Sweaty, passionate, intense, gay sex!”
“You forgot ‘acrobatic’,” Johnny points out helpfully.
“Oh God,” Peter moans, burying his face in his hands.
“Yeah, you already said that earlier,” he hears Johnny murmur, his tone low and dirty. “A lot. Should have known you’d never shut up, Parker, even when I -”
“Oh God,” Peter wails again, spinning around so he can slam his face into the mattress and pull a pillow over his head.
“Are you always this dramatic after sex?” Johnny asks in a singsong voice.
“Only sex with you,” Peter mumbles through the pillow.
“Well, don’t I feel special.”
“How are you not freaking out?” Peter asks, and he doesn’t actually mean to sound so maudlin but he can’t help himself.
“I just had sweaty, passionate, intense, acrobatic sex,” Johnny informs him. “I’m feeling way too relaxed for freaking out.”
One of Johnny’s hands settles on the small of Peter’s back, and it should probably make Peter want to climb walls, or at least freak out some more, but instead it makes a rush of electricity spike through his body.
“Look, Pete, the gay sex thing is a first for me too,” Johnny admits, and his hands is moving slightly now, rubbing slowly up and down Peter’s spine. “But, just FYI, I would be totally up for doing it again. You know, if you’re not too busy freaking out.”
Peter feels his face heating up. After a long moment he hears himself mutter, “Fine, just give me five more minutes of existential angst.”
“Awesome,” Johnny replies, and Peter can already picture the triumphant smirk on his face.
Funnily enough, it just makes him blush harder still.
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Peter/Johnny
Rating: PG-13
Words: 495
Notes: For
comicdrabbles, prompt "first".“I can’t believe that just happened!”
Peter glances over at Johnny, who’s sprawled beside him on Peter’s bed like he owns the whole damn room, sheets tangled around his waist and legs. Johnny has one hand tucked casually behind his head, the other raised in front of his face as he lazily watches fire dance across his palm.
All in all, Johnny looks the very picture of nonchalance. Dishevelled and still slightly flushed nonchalance, but nonchalance nonetheless.
Peter clears his throat pointedly.
“I said, I can’t believe that just happened.”
Johnny makes a noncommittal noise, eyes focused on the tiny flame he’s making bounce between his fingertips.
“Would you cut that out?” Peter hisses. “Before you set the bed on fire.”
Johnny finally turns to look at him, and Peter instantly wishes he’d look away again, because Johnny’s grin is huge and wolfish. “Didn’t we already set the bed on fire?” he leers.
“You know what I mean! Look, I’m kind of freaking out here,” Peter babbles. “Are you not freaking out? Because I feel like we should be freaking out.”
Johnny shrugs half-heartedly. “Sure, whatever,” he replies, except the words end up cracking around a huge yawn.
“We just had sex,” Peter half-shouts, only for his voice to drop to a whisper on the last word. “Sweaty, passionate, intense, gay sex!”
“You forgot ‘acrobatic’,” Johnny points out helpfully.
“Oh God,” Peter moans, burying his face in his hands.
“Yeah, you already said that earlier,” he hears Johnny murmur, his tone low and dirty. “A lot. Should have known you’d never shut up, Parker, even when I -”
“Oh God,” Peter wails again, spinning around so he can slam his face into the mattress and pull a pillow over his head.
“Are you always this dramatic after sex?” Johnny asks in a singsong voice.
“Only sex with you,” Peter mumbles through the pillow.
“Well, don’t I feel special.”
“How are you not freaking out?” Peter asks, and he doesn’t actually mean to sound so maudlin but he can’t help himself.
“I just had sweaty, passionate, intense, acrobatic sex,” Johnny informs him. “I’m feeling way too relaxed for freaking out.”
One of Johnny’s hands settles on the small of Peter’s back, and it should probably make Peter want to climb walls, or at least freak out some more, but instead it makes a rush of electricity spike through his body.
“Look, Pete, the gay sex thing is a first for me too,” Johnny admits, and his hands is moving slightly now, rubbing slowly up and down Peter’s spine. “But, just FYI, I would be totally up for doing it again. You know, if you’re not too busy freaking out.”
Peter feels his face heating up. After a long moment he hears himself mutter, “Fine, just give me five more minutes of existential angst.”
“Awesome,” Johnny replies, and Peter can already picture the triumphant smirk on his face.
Funnily enough, it just makes him blush harder still.
