star princess (ThorQuill)

PART TWO

Star lord groaned as he paced toward his quarters once again. He was definitely not excited to see the god. Not after what had happened before. He offered to sleep in Gamoras room, and maybe then he could spend the night with her reminding himself that his thoughts of Thor were just nonsense.

He pushed his door open, seeing the god laying on his side of the bed, his arms behind is head with his feet crossed as he enjoyed the music of the MP3.

I guess he has a thing for intruding.

"Ah, Star Boy is back!" Thor announced, causing Peters face to redden in slight anger, and slight embarrassment once more.

Man up.

"I hope you don't mind me making myself at home." He smiled slightly at the other as Peter took his jacket off. Peter was too deep in thought to respond.

Should I risk it?

The man contemplated removing his clothes, a ritual he does every night in order to find comfort in his sleep. He never could understand how Gamora could sleep clothed. It was insanity.

His face reddened more. He never has had issues with his self image. His body, or his mind. But after the whole incident in the cockpit.

Thor was making the man feel both stupid and out of shape.

He made Peter insecure in more than many ways.

Peters hardened face softened and he bit his lip as he grew hot. But he couldn't remove his clothing. He didn't want any comments thrown at him.

The body of the god was exactly how he pictured a god to have. His abs glistened in the light, and his v-line leading into his briefs made Peter bite harder, almost drawing a small amount of blood. The taste of rust was enough to make Peter stop his action.

The man kicked off his shoes, and made his way to his closet to get a change in clothes, some pijama pants and a cotton long sleeve. He quickly left with no words to the bathroom. Once he was in he let out a breathe he didn't notice he was holding in.

He swallowed as he looked at himself. There was nothing wrong with him, he was in perfect health. But something About the comments from Rocket and Drax, especially Rocket, made the man feel low, especially in the presence of a god like creature.

He took his shirt off, ready to replace it when he looked at the shower.

'Should I shower? I haven't left the ship at all today, I'm not dirty or anything...but what if I smell and he says something?'

He sighed, quickly putting his shirt back on as he left the bathroom and made his way down the corridor to the supply room where the towels were kept, nicely folded. On his way there, he saw the opposing man exit Peters room and head in the opposite direction.

Peter quickly averted his eyes away from the gaze of the man as the two shuffled past one another, Peter desperately trying not to make any physical contact with Thor. Once he made it past, he got his towel, and quickly made his way back down to the bathroom.

To his demise, the god stood there at the sink, one of Peters new unused toothbrushes in his slightly foamy mouth.

Peters jaw clenched slightly.

Thor spit his foam into the sink.

"You can go ahead there, we're both men." Thor stated, putting the brush back into his mouth to continue his process.

"I'll wait." Peter tried saying out loud, but it really only came out as a small mutter, yet the god heard him.

Peter crossed his arms with the towel inbeteeen as he stood awkwardly aside from the door. Thor looked at him through the mirror, as Peters eyes were burning bullet holes into the ground, just in front of his toes in his socked feet. Thor stopped slightly, squinting at the actions of the man. Where had all his cockiness gone? The one that was once mocking him?