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As the leader of the team, Star-Lord had to know what was best for the team. When morale was getting iffy, or they just needed to reward themselves with a good time, Peter brought them whatever club he could think of. What better way to get it all out than clubbing on Knowhere? Except Adam Warlock had never been to a club or a rave or anything before, but it sounded like fun when they explained it to him.
Upon entry, most of the guardians split off from one another for their own desires. Drinking, food, dancing, chatting, they all had their own ideas, but Adam remained close to Peter, his guide for the night.
For the moment, they sat next to each other at the bar, overlooking the menu together.
“You know, I almost wonder if you'd be able to get drunk,” Peter mused with a laugh.
“My resistance to intoxications of many sorts are much higher than the average human. I would rather remain in control of myself, though.”
“Fair, fair. How about a snack? The deep fried pickles are bomb!”
Adam had to actively remind himself that was just a fun way of saying ‘really good’, not that there was an actual bomb in them. “I would be willing to try these pickles.”
“Gotcha! What do you wanna drink?”
Adam was visibly confused overlooking the menu again. So many names of different alcohols, different fancy names for blends and mixes, and he knew not one of them. “...I'll just have some water.”
“Not a drinker, huh?” Peter asked. “That's fine, it’s not for everyone. Ask Mantis about that,” He couldn't help the laughter at the memory. Calm down, time to order. “Alright, just a can for me, a water for you, and some pickles, got it.”
As they waited for their order, Adam turned to take in the sight of everything. A loud, bumping dance floor, a drunk fight about to break, those people over there snorting something he dared not to ask about. People find this ruckus fun? It was giving him a headache already.
The music was so loud he hardly even heard the clinks of their dishes on the table in front of them.
“Alright, Goldie Locks, try some!” Peter urged, getting his attention again.
Adam took a pickle spear and crunched on it.
“Well?” Peter asked with a goofy grin.
“It’s not bad.”
“I'm probably gonna go crazy on these,” Peter warned, already on his third pickle spear.
At least their little dinner date wasn't so bad, but slightly short lived as Peter did in fact go crazy on the pickles, which was fine with Adam. Mostly he just wanted to be in the bar area with Peter, though it seemed Peter had other ideas. Beer in hand, he hopped off the stool and took Adam's hand. “Come on, let's have some fun!”
Adam followed along to the dance floor, mostly unwillingly, where it seemed to be even louder with people shouting and the music blasting with such a heavy bass that he could feel through his bones. Evidently, he wasn't much of a dancer either. Looking around, so many people were doing all sorts of dances, from the more provocative moves to the silliest ones he'd ever seen. He watched Peter, mostly just observing his dancing with great uncertainty and a lack of will to copy.
Somewhere among all the observing of the life around him, he realized that just like that, he had lost Peter in the crowd of people. The guardians, all gone from his vicinity, leaving him a stranger in a strange, noisy land. This was tiring…
It was hard to navigate past all the people, especially as more people were flooding in for the weekend party. Peter had to push past the sea of people when he realized he lost his pal. Dammit, how do you lose someone that looks like the physical embodiment of the sun? He should be shining, casting a light to follow.
One of his first ideas was the bathrooms, pushing past the door of the male bathroom. “Yo, Adam, you in here?”
“Fuck outta here!” Someone shouted, obviously not his Warlock.
Peter shook his head and shut the door. Did he dare check the other bathrooms after that? Last resort, maybe.
He continued his search around the club, until noticing a closet with all sorts of safety labels on it and a mop and bucket hastily discarded outside the door. Janitor closet, would he really be in there? Tight and dark like his cocoon, he had to be. He must've looked insane as he gave the door a knock and waited for it to open.
But open it did, and behind was the one he was looking for. “Adam, there you are! What are you doing in here?”
“... I grew greatly uncomfortable. This was the place with the most solitude I could find.”
“Yeah, you're not gonna find that in the bathrooms. So, uh, guess you're not really having fun here. What's up?”
“Everything is far too overstimulating for me,” Adam began to explain. “This cacophony is grating on my ears and there is a lack of personal space.”
“Okay, yeah, probably a lot of things going on for someone who spends his down time in a cocoon watching flerken videos. You can go back to the Milano if you want, I won't make you stay. Honestly, I'm just surprised you even gave it a try.”
“I enjoy doing new things with you, Quill.” Adam gave a reassuring smile with the affectionate comment. “You show me experiences I would never even think to do on my own.”
Peter felt some guilt ease off his shoulders. “Glad you do, because I got a list of things for you to experience before we die!” He extended a hand out to Adam, an offer for him to take it. “But come on, I'll take you back to the ship.”
Adam had a moment of thought. The comfort of the closet versus the clashing of the raving just a hallway away, but something made him not want to leave just yet. “But… I feel like I haven't experienced everything here yet. Surely there is more to ‘clubbing’, right?”
Peter shrugged. “I mean, there's drugs, not-so-secret sex, sometimes a fight. Man,” he started to muse with a smile, “imagine you in a bar fight? You'd wipe the floor with them!”
“People have sex here?” Adam asked curiously with a cocked eyebrow. “But there is so much going on and hardly the space for it.”
“Oh, yeah, usually just like glory holes in the bathrooms and stuff. You kinda see it all here. Never seen it in a janitor's closet, though.” If the half-human embodied an emoji it would be the eyes. Was this a suggestion?
“Peter, are you asking-... Here?”
“Shit, did I say that out loud?” Half serious, half flirtatious, depending on how Adam wanted to take it.
Adam pulled Peter into the closet and shut the door. “Do you want to?”
The switch up in Adam’s attitude was almost startling, but god was it hot. “Oh my god, yes!” Peter answered.
“Then so do I.” Already they were locking lips, hands on shoulders and waists. Peter pushed Adam to the wall, where he intensified the kissing, turning his head to get deeper. Adam opened his lips and it was all the invitation needed for both men to start pressing tongue against each other's. Drool and sweat were already starting to drip down their chins.
Peter pulled back to breathe, but not for long. He couldn't resist Adam. Of all the magics that this perfect being seemed to do, being so irresistible had to be one. His lips were already back on Adam's body, this time peppering and biting kisses along his neck and shoulders.
“Peter,” Adam whispered in a heavenly sigh.
Peter pulled off, feeling for Adam's face in the dark to cup the side of his cheek. “Fuck… I wanna suck you, is that alright?”
“Please, do, Peter Quill. I want to experience this with you.”
With the given consent, Peter dropped himself down to his knees. “Oh yeah, we're making new experiences here, baby.” It was a bit of work trying to free Adam's cock in the dark, tight space, but once it was out, it nearly sprung out in Peter's face. “Daaamn, for someone with a low drive, you get excited fast!”
Adam pursed his lips. It was true, he couldn't argue, but did he have to say it so loudly?
Peter gripped a hand around the base, feeling all the way up to the tip, then sliding back down, feeling and memorizing the full length and girth of Adam. The perfect being, thus above average. Bigger than himself, but nothing he couldn't handle, this wasn't Peter's first rodeo. He repeated this motion, relishing the way just simply jerking him off made Adam's breath audibly heavier.
Peter's other hand gripped Adam's thigh. This would serve to support himself and get a gasp from Adam. The perfect being, oh so sensitive.
He could feel Adam's golden cock throbbing in his hand, his sign to begin. He started with just the tip barely past his lips.
Adam sighed, “Peter…”
With the tip still within his lips, his tongue started to push and lap against his slit. The surprised gasp, almost a squeak, that fell from Adam's own lips made Peter's own cock twitch in his pants.
He pulled off.
“Peter?” Adam asked, almost concerned.
“Yeah, just gotta deal with this.” His hands left Adam entirely to attend to his own loins, undoing his belt and zipper. “Getting too tight in my pants.”
“You're a tease,” Adam groaned, knowing much of this was just that, teasing.
“C’mon, I got my needs, too!”
Before Adam could say another word, he was caught off guard by Peter's mouth suddenly on him again, this time at the base, gently kissing his way back up to the tip.
Peter began to pump his own cock, the other hand back to Adam's muscular thigh. Good use out of both hands.
He took Adam's cock back into his mouth, making sure to press his tongue against the underside of his cock as he slid down on it, all the way until his limit. Again, not his first rodeo, but he knew his limits. He wasn't without a gag reflex like Mr. Perfect over here. He lifted back up, repeating this a few times.
With the sound of his heart pumping in his ears and throat and their heavy breathing, Adam was starting to forget all about the rambunctious party that occurred just past the door, the thumping and pumping beats being mostly drowned out. Despite the heat in his loins, the burning in his core, the craving for more, he was significantly more relaxed. One hand against the wall, the other golden hand brushed through Peter's hair to find a spot to rest.
“Peter, that feels good,” Adam whispered.
Peter gave an acknowledging hum that sent a subtle vibration down his length.
Feeling more comfortable now, Adam began to gently rock his rock, mindful not to go rough on Peter. Just enough to add to his own pleasure while keeping Peter in control.
Peter actually moaned around his cock, satisfied that finally Adam was starting to give in. He started to quicken his pace as he bobbed up and down on his member, matching pace with his hips.
With a slight overestimation and slip up, Peter's gag reflex was hit as he was suddenly deeper on Adam. The throb it brought to the cock in his hand- wait, he liked that.
Adam, however, paused. “Peter, are you alright?”
Peter, heavy lidded with bliss, nodded, and continued.
“I-I will be more careful.”
Peter had to pull off his cock again with a deep inhale to catch his breath. “Nono, I liked that, it felt good.”
As if Adam couldn't feel any hotter. Alright, new kink unlocked.
Peter was right back onto his cock like a starved man, this time purposely trying to go as low as he could just to choke again. With the help of Adam's thrusts he was nearly gagging on every hit. Fuck, was Adam thrusting harder? Okay, so they both found a new kink. Adam grabbed a handful of Peter's hair, and in turn, Peter grabbed Adam's thigh tighter, nearly clawing at it as he was being gagged by his boyfriend's cock.
“Peter… soon…”
‘On or in’, this was always up to Peter. He continued choking his cock, letting his throat be abused for their pleasures.
Adam's grip on Peter's hair tightened as he finally began to shoot hot ropes down his throat with a moan, even starting to spill down his chin. He always came in such large amounts, apparently for proficient breeding was the Enclave’s plans for more perfect humans like him.
When he was sure Adam was done, he pulled off, managing to swallow most of what was shoved down his throat. He rested his head against those strong thighs before him, that once aggressively tight hand in his hair now gently caressing and petting his head and as he finished jacking off into his own fist, spilling his own seed on himself.
“Fuck, Adam… That was good…”
“Are you okay, Peter?” Adam asked softly. “Your throat…”
Peter nodded. “Yeah, I'll be fine! Don't think I can eat for a bit, though, that was hard on my throat.”
Adam frowned as concern started to set in. Was he too rough? He did often forget the physical limitations of mortal bodies, especially humans- even if Peter was only half human. “I apologize. I suppose I let myself get too carried away.” He placed his fingers over Peter's throat and concentrated his cosmic energy into healing.
There was almost a tickle as he felt the cosmic energy at work under his skin. “Nah, I did that on purpose. But I think we both liked it, right?”
Well, if Peter enjoyed it, then he allowed himself to like it, too. “I did. I found a new thing I like.”
“What? Gagging me?” Peter asked with a laugh.
“Someone has to silence that loud mouth of yours.” With that jovial comment, Adam was definitely feeling better about choking him on his cock.
“Hey!” Of course there was no offense taken. He knew he had a loud mouth, it was his brand almost, and he basically challenged everybody to shut him up. “Well, nobody else can do it like you.”
Adam helped Peter back up, being his support as they tucked themselves back into their pants.
“There's gotta be some paper towels or something,” Peter said as he started to feel around the closet. “I am not mopping your cum off me.”
As he felt around, he accidentally flicked on the light switch, revealing each man to each other. Adam's face was flushed in an amber blush, nothing compared to how disheveled Peter looked with his messy, sweaty hair, rosy blush, tired eyes, and a chin covered in drool and cum. It was a messy sight, but one that made them nearly lock lips for round two.
They instead smiled at the sight of each other, each other's work, then got back on track with their task. They did find some paper towels and wiped Peter down, lazily leaving the used tissues on the floor. Couldn't be the worst thing the janitor's seen.
Peter murmured, “Hope you feel better about us dragging you to this club.”
“I do. I don't think I would want to come back, but I enjoyed our time in here tonight.”
“Yeah, next time I'll let you stay at the Milano. Probably a good idea to have someone guard it anyway.”
As the night began to die down, Adam finally stepped out of the closet with Peter, and helped walk him back to their ship.
It would seem they weren't the first home, a slightly drunk Mantis attending to an even more drunk Gamora. Drax was passed out on a couch. Rocket was presumably in custody (again), which meant Groot was probably jailbreaking him. What a mess, but a mess they never regretted, especially after high tension.
Peter was off to his own room, switched into his pajamas, since he was one of the few sober enough to, and was kicking back on his bed with his headphones and walkman. That music was loud, but he liked to unwind with something more chill.
There was a firm knock on his door, followed by the door opening to reveal Adam Warlock, left in nothing but his leggings. Closest he had to sleepwear, really.
Peter lifted one side of his headphones. “Hey, thought you'd be in your cocoon.”
Adam placed a glass of water on the table next to Peter's bed. “It didn't feel right to me to have such an intimate night with you and then leave you alone,” He explained. “I would like to rest with you, if you will have me.”
Peter nearly downed the water as if he'd never drank anything in his whole life. Something about it just felt good on his somewhat still sore throat. He placed the glass down and moved aside to allow room for Adam. “Yeah! Come on, I'd never say no to you.”
Adam smiled at the answer, and took his place next to Peter on the bed. “Thank you.”
“You wanna listen to some music with me?” Without even receiving an answer, Peter was already switching out his headphones for earbuds so they could share. “Think you'd like this stuff a lot better than that stuff they were playing at the club.”
Whether or not he trusted that, he wanted to listen anyway, since sharing music was how Peter seemed to bond with people. “I would be happy to listen with you.” He put the earbud in.
Before they knew it, they were laying down in the bed, Peter on his back with an arm wrapped around Adam, and this time Adam cuddling up to Peter, trying to find mimicry of his cocoon in Peter’s arm.
So many years spent in isolation or saving the universe, he really couldn't get enough of feeling Peter Quill now that he got a taste of physical affection. Touched starved, Mantis called it. The perfect being wasn't even in need of sleep outside of regenerating in his cocoon, but he was starting to fall asleep alongside Peter, in the comfort of the mortal and his Terran music. He was right, he did like this music better, but even more he liked being with Peter Quill, his Star-Lord. These moments of relaxing and comfort where his favourite experiences with him.