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bakerstreet2014-09-05 03:40 pm
sockle) wrote in bakerstreet2014-09-05 03:40 pm
Seven Minutes In Heaven
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RULES • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match! • Have fun! |
| SCENARIOS 01) One In A Million | The other person is the only reason you agreed to play this game and now you have them right where you've hoped for all night! Get it, tiger. 02) Not My Type | This is hella awkward. Is it their voice? Attitude? Appearance? You just don't want those lips anywhere near yours. Seven Minutes In Heaven, more like Seven Minutes Of Nope. 03) Seventy Minutes | You're so involved in smooching that neither of you notices the door has been locked and everyone else has left the room! Not until it's too late. 04) Unrequited | Tell them how you feel (so many! emotions!!). Even if you're a little too enthusiastic and your love is unrequited you have seven minutes of smooching to do, as per game rules. You can't fail! 05) Seconds and Thirds | Some self-proclaimed funny man outside upped the stakes and now a third party has been shoved inside with the two of you. Make the most of it! (Three-way threads ahoy!) 06) Taken | One of you has a significant other and your seven minutes are spent smooching anyway. Oops. 07) Strangers in the Hangers | Hello there, Good Looking. Where has this hottie been all night? Who cares, now they're yours! 08) Long Lost Smooches | You haven't seen them in forever and didn't know they were going to be here tonight. Resolve that UST! 09) Party Pooper | One of those involved is upset because of #PartyShit and now they're trapped in a closet after getting dragged into playing a game they tried to avoid. Cheer them up? 10) Get A Room | Your seven minutes are up but neither of you wants to stop. Relocate to a spare room! |
Peter Quill || Guardians of the Galaxy || m/m
7. but--
The post-Thanos-bashing party had gotten a little bit crazy. Or a lot crazy, because Clint was partying on a freaking space ship. Obviously, he knew that without their allies in outer space, the Earth would have been so screwed; but the Avengers' role in the battle had been completely Earthbound.
He was surprised when they'd all been invited aboard Star Lord's ship to celebrate their victory, and even more surprised to learn that Peter was actually a pretty cool guy with an awesome taste in music. What he truly never anticipated was that he'd be locked in a closet with the dude and expected to make out with him for seven minutes. But, okay, challenge accepted. They had all just beaten certain death (no pun intended) and he was up to the task. Plus, that raccoon had been doling out shots like nobody's business, and Clint had certainly been partaking in that.
Pushing aside whatever garments Peter had hanging in the closet, Clint let out a disbelieving sort of laugh as he considered the space they were trapped in. "You know, I never even played this kind of game when I was a kid."
Totally works. Lemme know if you prefer past tense on my end?
He's seen Clint around the party, mostly hanging on the outskirts like he's looking for exit points or blind spots, sometimes bumping shoulders with that smokin' hot redhead Peter still isn't sure if they're an item or not. Like Clint, Peter's been rocking out, "educating" himself with beer pong and finding out he sucks at it. Everything's in a nice, pleasant place. Peter knows he's a fun drunk, the kind who will hold your hair if you're puking and he won't even rob you blind the next morning. Maybe. He piled into the closet first, losing his jacket on the way in and hoping Red would be his buddy for the next seven minutes. Peter was still making up his mind if he was giving his partner the Quill Special - tongue optional but he wouldn't even charge for it today - and when he turned around, he was surprised to see Clint in here with him.
So here they are. Peter with a Quill Special lined up and ready to go. Clint glancing around like he's still figuring out the rules. It'd be almost adorable if he hadn't seen how scary-deadly this guy is. Peter wishes he could shoot like Hawkeye on a bad day.
"You should wait the whole seven minutes," Peter says suddenly, reaching down to hook his finger in the other man's belt. "It's all about selling yourself, making yourself visible. Too soon makes you look desperate."
nah, i'll swap. doesn't matter to me.
Ever since aliens were introduced into the equation, he's just kind of tried to stop keeping score, because what is he, really? A guy with a stick and a string. He can't pack anywhere near the fire power that someone like Star-Lord can.
They still won, though, and Clint is in high enough spirits to not really be thinking about the negative stuff, especially with the way Peter is acting. He moves closer with the finger in his belt; pressing up against Peter, though still not making the first move. "Selling yourself to who? The people outside? Or the guy in here with you?
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Peter smiles, a lazy, indulgent expression that spreads across his face as he feels Clint pressing up against him, Peter shifting his body so he can oh so gently nudge his thigh between the other man's legs, almost like it could be a coincidence. He doesn't say he's also doing it for balance because he had just enough to drink that if he stops and stares at the corner of the ceiling, it'll start to tilt away.
"Both. I mean, be honest, you think I'm good looking, right?" Peter asks, glancing down to settle his hand on Clint's waist. The correct answer is Star-Lord, you're so handsome it's criminal. "You're not too bad yourself. It's called being self-aware. Use it."
Or maybe Peter's just vain and cares too much about what people think about him. Unlike Hawkeye here, Star-Lord's made it his personal mission to be visible whether people want to remember him or not.