Kit Pryde

Shadowcat || 24 || X-Men

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Legendary Star-Lord #4 (2014)

written by Sam Humphries art by Freddie Williams, Juan Vlasco, & David Curiel

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@pirctesmile & @xmen-pryde

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pirctesmile·:

If Peter didn’t know better, he’d think his heart was literally beating out of his chest when his lips met Kit’s for the first time in months. After his former lover left, he felt an intense and rather destructive wave of sadness hit him in the face. He never thought that moment could happen again, and here they were. His hand moving up to the side of Kit’s neck, he gently moved it up to cup his jaw as he slowly deepened the kiss. Their chemistry was undeniable, and the way their tongues met felt both familiar and exhilarating. Quill wasn’t simply kissing him, he was savoring the moment, his eyes closed and his mind wandering to a time where he could call him his own.

Their lips parted after a moment, but Peter still kept his head close to the other male’s, refusing to let him escape his personal space. His nose slightly brushing against Kit’s. ‘’I’m still in love with you Kit Pryde.’’ Confessing the obvious within a low murmur was all Peter Quill could manage. It was a scary thing to say, and maybe it was unfair of him to admit… But his feelings for the other were still there, as he let his hand slide to the younger male’s chest, finally opening his eyes to look at him. 

It was so easy for Kit to get lost in the kiss, to savor Quill’s lips, as he melted against him. After their last meeting, he had been convinced he’d never see the Star-Lord again, that they would have been done. Now, dancing in his arms, kissing him as deeply as he ever had, he couldn’t imagine leaving him again. He didn’t want to imagine it. Both arms pulled the larger man in tighter, almost needfully, before they slowly parted again. He licked his lips and took in a deep breath once more, not wanting to pull away. 

Quills words caught him off guard. Of course Kit couldn’t have said he was surprised, not after that kiss, but to hear them out loud? He felt his own heart skip a beat, and he nodded. “I love you too, Space Boy” he confessed, one hand rising to cup Peter’s stubbled cheek. It wasn’t only a scary thing to say, but a scary thing to hear. “I never stopped.” What did that even mean for them? After everything they put each other through, what could that mean? At this point, Kit didn’t care, he couldn’t. All he wanted was Peter, to be rapped up in Peter, to be filled up by Peter, to be with Peter again the way they were. “So are you going to show me to your... bunk bed, or what?” he asked, unable to suppress the chuckle. “Well I mean... can I spend the night with you?”

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‘‘Can we talk about it later?’‘ Peter wanted to enjoy himself, and he knew that if the two of them continued down that path, he will find himself angry and emotional and he didn’t want to ruin their moment. ‘‘I just wish it would’ve been other circumstances, you know? I had Yondu growing up but – you just get one biological dad,’‘ he grinned. It was rare for him to struggles expressing what was on his mind… But it was common whenever it comes to his own emotions. 

He noticed the way Kit dropped his hands away from him, and instead of keeping a comfortable distance he simply pulled him closer to his body with the hands over the other male’s hips. ‘’Dance with me,’’ he semi-murmured. Love Hurt by Nazareth was playing full-volume, oddly embracing the situation and making Quill feel like he was guided by a greater force while slow dancing with his former lover. The whole spaceship could be burning down that Peter would be able to find a way to drown in Kit’s gorgeous blue eyes. ‘’I’ve missed you,’’ he told him while looking down. He wasn’t entirely accepting the fact that there was no love left between them — especially not when he was so close to Kit. He was the only person on Earth and across the Galaxies, that he wanted to share each and every minute of the day with, and that person was Kit. 

His gaze went back to the other male’s eyes, fondness reflecting through his green orbs as he sucked in his bottom lip, before letting it pop out. 

He was clearly still in love with Kit.

‘‘Your moves got better,’‘ he teased, unable to keep humour out of a serious moment. It was a form of defense mechanism… only this time he didn’t smile like the dork he was, he remained in some kind of trance at the sight of him.

“Yeah, totally. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here to talk about it if you want, you know?” God knew the rest of the Guardian’s weren’t exactly the type to sit and listen to Quill talk about something like that. Gamora might have understood, but Drax? Rocket? Groot? That was one of the things that hurt the most about him leaving, was that he knew Peter was forced to go through something as serious as that, without Kit, who had always tried to be his rock. “I get it. Just know that you’re not who he was, just because he was your bio dad, doesn’t mean you’re anything like him, or that you’ll be anything like him.”

It was an incredibly insecure moment for Kit. When that song came on, it held a lot of meaning. They put it on the mixtape because they loved singing along to it, but now? After all of this time, it rang too true. When Peter pulled him closer, though, Kit’s heart felt like it skipped a beat. Instantly, Kit wrapped both arms around Peter’s neck, so that their chest, their stomachs, their cores were pressed together as they danced. It wasn’t until Peter utter those words, however, did Kit’s entire defense system, the walls he’d built up, come crashing down. He closed his eyes and rested his head on Peter’s chest, just taking in a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I’m sorry I ruined this.” In another world, they could have been engaged right now, hell they could have been married. Kit and his stupid, emotional, impulsive ass had to fuck it all up because he was feeling insecure and neglected for two point five seconds. It was obvious Kit was in love with Peter, had never stopped, and everything they said to each other that night at the bar was just pride.

He lifted his head from Peter’s chest and just moved with him, eyes looking into those beautiful green pools of passion. If he couldn’t tell Kit was still hopelessly in love with him, maybe the mutant was better at hiding his emotions than he thought.

“Yours haven’t,” he quipped back almost immediately. A smirk tugged at his lips for a moment, but he didn’t break the eye contact. Instead, he rolled himself up on his tip toes, let his eyes melt shut, and pressed his lips gently onto Peter’s. It had been their first kiss in months, and it was the first time in months Kit felt those butterflies again, felt that electricity that only Peter Quill could give him, as they danced together slowly to one of the most depressing love songs Kit had ever memorized.

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@pirctesmile

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‘‘I mean it’s not my problem if you always wanted to ride with me instead of Rocket. Trouble follows me around, this is precisely why you like me so much, in case you were wondering,’‘ he mused, his head slightly shaking at his former lover’s comment. Spaceship chases always been Peter’s favorite, it was giving him the opportunity to test the limits of his spaceships and his pilot’s skills. They were lucky to be alive…

He scrunched up his nose and ran his left hand over his hair when Kit asked him if he could do tricks. ‘’I did. I mean, I was able to do weird stuff before, but since I killed Ego, it’s like that part of me no longer exists? I didn’t know it existed, to begin with, and was taken away from me faster than I could’ve imagined.’’ It was difficult for him to explain because he never really knew the extends of what he was able to do – and now he was scared he will no longer have access to those powers. ‘’You were born with the powers you have. If you didn’t know you had them you wouldn’t miss them, right?’’ If only it was as simple as that. There was always a small part of him who wanted to know more about —- himself.

His mind drifted to painful memories of what happened on Ego’s, and the things he learned over there… But when Kit put music on, he forgot all about his concerns. Peter loved that song almost as much as he loved the man’s ridiculous attempt at dancing. Taking Kit’s hand, he pulled him closer to him and let go of a heartfelt laugh, his swinging to the beat of the song. Quill wasn’t a good dancer, but he liked it so much it didn’t bother him to look like a complete idiot as he moved his shoulders a little bit too much to match the awkwardness of Kit. ‘’What’s that move a semi-Chimmy?’’ He asked him, before smiling cheekily with the tongue between his teeth.

The song was blasting — and Quill couldn’t help to be proud of his purchase.

“Oh? Is that why I like you so much? Because you’re a bad boy?” he rolled his eyes. Peter Quill was a lot of things, but Kit didn’t necessarily see him as a bad boy. Reckless? Sure. Adventurous? You bet. But Bad? They both knew Kit fell in love with him for reasons that had nothing to do with his love for danger. That was just an added bonus. Perhaps his relationship with Peter started out as Kit rebelling against the X-men, trying to do something that set him apart from the rest of the community. Even if that was the case, something more definitely evolved from it, something deeper. If that intimacy came from them periodically coming within seconds of getting blown up or executed, then so be it.

“So do you wish you never found him? I mean, after everything, are you saying it would have been better to never have known?” From what he heard, nothing good came out Quill reuniting with his father. If you asked Kit, he sounded like a dick. Then again, most could say that about any absentee father. While there was the perk of knowing about where he came from, was it worth all of the drama and trauma at the end of the day? Kit couldn’t say. Nor was it his place to try to.

It was funny how much power music had. No matter what mood either of them were in, what they were going through, all they had to do was turn on the stereo, or listen to a walkman, pop in a song, and it would just be the two of them. He wrapped one arm around Peter’s neck, while the other hand found a place on the larger man’s waist, making a point to hold them close together. “Are you making fun of my moves, Space Boy? Cause if you are, it would be rich coming from the guy who dances like a dad,” he laughed, though didn’t stop dancing, nor did he let his eyes drift from Peter’s. God he missed this, he missed him. He hummed the melody of the song a bit more, until it came to an end. The next one was a bit slower, and for a moment he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if he should pull away or just stay there. He offered a half grin up at his ex before apprehensively dropping his hands away.

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magikbois·:

Kit would always be his first love, his first time, his best friend. Kit Pryde had become the most important person in Julian’s life for so long and he couldn’t see a world where Kit wasn’t in it. In a way he relied on Kit to feel more like himself to not have any urges of his demonic self. He loved him, and for the longest time he’d been in love with him, but because of his brother he never spoke it, never confessed that he’d been the one who wished he would look at him the way he looked at his brother. At this moment, any thoughts of anything else other than Kit were long gone when the man’s cock kept digging its way deeper into Julian, forcing moans out of him. “Magic, yes.” he mused, before chuckling. “Why would it be cheating to be able to use something to your advantage that you already have?”he grinned. “Fuck,” he groaned as Kit reach that spot as he was buried deep inside, and blushed when he heard those words, bringing Kit’s face in closely. “I love you,” he moaned before their lips crashed together, and he used the male’s shoulders as leverage to keep coming up and down on the male’s cock, slow strides as he let his warmth hug Kit.

Kit’s relationship with Julian had always been been a strong one. From a time when he felt protective over him as a kid, to now, seeing him as this strong, intelligent, sexy man, had confused so many things. Piotr had been Kit’s first real love, his first crush, his first time, and that bond with him, that connection would always be there. So his strengthening relationship with Julian had been confusing at first, and complicated to say the least. But it was days like these, when they could be with each other completely, where Kit felt his safest, the most natural. He shuddered a bit as his best friend’s tight head easily slid down his length, forcing Kit’s own hips to rut up desperately, needing more of that contact, that friction. The arm around Julian’s waist tightened as he leaned into the kiss, humming with delight in response to the boy’s confession. “Love ya too,” he said back, tone muffled against the other’s mouth. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past those beautifully soft lips to claim the other’s mouth as he let Julian ride him more. “Ride me harder, Jules,” he grunted, needing more. “Go on, I won’t break.”

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‘‘I’m not going to give in to that ridiculous thing you said, because we both know Rocket will forever be my sloppy second, and you just want to watch the world burn,’‘ he replied, rolling his eyes at Kit’s comment. It was important for Quill to be known as the most important pilot of the Galaxy, apparently. He went from chuckling to himself to a slightly stiffened version of himself when Kit mentioned that Gamora and Drax updated him on a few things that happened on Ego. ‘‘So,  you know I’m basically a God?’‘ He tried to turn this situation into a humorous one, but his discomfort was palpable. 

‘‘I installed the finest speakers I could find! And this time around I made sure to work on a system that makes sure I’m the only one aboard who can disconnect it in the middle of a song. I can’t trust Drax and his mood swings anymore!’‘ Who in hell could listen to the same song 30 times in a row without going batshit crazy? It’s not like Quill was forcing a song on his friends often (sometimes, okay, but most of the time it was multiple songs! mixtapes!) 

‘‘Gotham thugs are stupid and slow, and most of them don’t fly,’‘ he shook his head at the mention of the villains they faced earlier. He stood up as soon as Kit laced his finger’s possessively with Peter’s. To be honest, he would follow him to the end of the world if he asked him to – so tour around his new, and much smaller, spaceship was nothing. ‘‘We have bunk beds. Gamora says they remind him of prison but they will eventually have to deal with it,’‘ he pointed out with a chuckle, pointing the direction of the beds to kit while walking around. ‘‘You wanna pick a mixtape for us? If we are to spend a few hours up here, might as well make the most of it,’‘ he teased him with a small smile, trying his best not to make any sexual innuendo. He needed to sweep him off his feet first – maybe. ‘‘Surprise me,’‘ he added with a snort, almost convinced he knew which mixtape the other was going to put on, as he opened his arm to the direction to his former lover.

“Listen, all I’m saying is that I have never personally been on a ship that Rocket has crashed,” he shrugged innocently. Granted, he hadn’t flown in a ship with Rocket nearly as often as he’d flown on a ship with Peter. Him and Peter certainly got into their fair share of spaceship chases. Still, even Kit knew he was being unnecessarily petty, and Peter didn’t deserve it. So why couldn’t he stop? He could sense the shift in mood when Kit brought up his father. “Gamora made sure to clarify that you’re half celestial, not god,” he smirked. “So can you like... do anything cool? Do you have powers or anything?” He glanced at him pointedly, waiting for him to do some sort of trick. 

“To be fair, Peter, the driver isn’t supposed to be in charge of the radio, it’s the passengers.” It was actually funny how annoyed Drax got with Peter’s taste in music. Sometimes it felt like Kit was the only one who got it, that could enjoy his tapes on a level the rest of the Guardian’s couldn’t. “I guess that’s just one of the drawbacks of flying with a team of aliens. They can’t appreciate a good mix tape, huh?”

“Bunk beds? What is this, summer camp?” he laughed. “How can you pick up your alien thot of the week and take him back to your ship if you’re sleeping in bunks?” He was all too eager to jump at the chance of picking out the mix tape, not that it was a surprise. There was one mix tape that they always had playing in the background when they were together. He found the collection of cassette tapes and within moments, he found the one he was looking for. “Like you even have to ask which one it is,” he smirked, finding the player on the front console. He knew his way around computers, and after spending the time with in space, he knew his way around most space ships. With a press of the button, Blue Swede’s ‘Hooked on a Feeling’ began to play, and that wide, impish grin tugged at Kit’s face as he began snap, and sway his hips. It was the song him and Peter always had to dance to, granted they were usually either naked or in their underwear, but it brought him back to when they were their happiest, their most free. “Hooked on a feelin’! I’m high on believin’, that you’re in love with meeee!” he sang along to the chorus, holding out a hand for Peter to come over and dance with him. It was funny how just one song could push all of the issues he’d had, the awkwardness aside, until it was just them.

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magikbois·:

Julian knew his way around Kit’s cock, it being his first one ever, the guy whom he gave himself to that first time. He felt that it should be his best friend, as he loved him more than anyone, even if he did have a weird thing for only dating guys named Peter. Julian straddled the man, settling the other’s cock against his entrance, and Kit took no time to push it inside, forcing groans of pleasure and pain to mix as they came pouring out of him. “Always loved it, been giving you a certain look ever since we were younger, too bad you were just looking at my brother.” he mused, before he let the man’s shaft slide into him fully. Hands on Kit’s chest as he used him for support to begin fucking himself on his cock. “Magic helps with that.”

Julian certainly did know his way around Kit’s cock, and Kit was very aware of it.  They had known each other for for ever, and as far as best friends went, Julian was it for Kit. It was why moments like these, while charged with sex and lust, also had something a bit more. An intimacy that he shared with very few other people. He let out a low hiss as he slid deeper and deeper inside of his best friend, reveling in that tight heat. Kit didn’t say much in response to talk of his brother, knowing that could be a touchy subject between them. Julian knew how Kit felt about Piotr, but right now wasn’t about that connection. It was about this one. “Magic, huh?” he grinned, leaning in to nip at his best friend’s collar bone. "Isn't that cheating?" His hips slowly shifted up, pushing himself as far as his cock could reach, until Jilian’s ass was pressed firmly against his lap, and he was balls deep inside of him. “Kiss me, babe,” he whispered, eyes focused on those beautifully pouted lips.

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bobby: he's obnoxious, I don't enjoy that. Idk what my type is, he just isn't it

bobby: look i'm going through an existential crisis of sorts okay? i was turned into an ice giant for a while and now I identify more with that than me

bobby: that's not cool at all, I'm sorry 😔

kit: if he's not your type, then why are you asking permission to sleep with him. you know you can say no.

kit: oh. do you want to like, talk about it or something?

kit: men are shit.

[allnewkatyana]

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magikbois‌:

allnewkatyana‌:

“Love, you’re not alone.”     ↳ Rachel Platten - Stand By You

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bobby: I don't even know why, Quill isn't my type

bobby: I WAS DRUNK I AM SORRY. I OFFERED TO REMEMBER ... by going for another round of course

bobby: of course, I don't want to make things awkward for you dude

kit: no? why not? now you know i'm going to ask what your type is.

kit: cause that's a turn on for any guy. your game needs work, Frosty.

kit: appreciate it. trust me, at this point i'm pretty much numb to it.

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pirctesmile·:

‘‘Hey! Don’t look at me like I’ve decided to crash the last one! You’re looking at the greatest pilot of the Galaxy,’‘ he pointed himself, eyebrows raised up high out of surprise as he looked at his former lover. ‘‘I didn’t lose it playing poker either, screw you,’‘ Peter added with a light-hearted laugh. Admittedly, it could’ve been true. ‘‘Collateral damage from our last trip,’‘ he slightly cleared his throat, noticeably uncomfortable to give more details to Kit about his latest trip to Ego’s.

‘‘It’s alright!’’ He proudly replied, trying to sound humble but the way he carried himself gives off a totally different vibe. He had little to say about the way the spaceship would look from the inside, but he still likes to act like it was all due to his tremendous interior designer’ skills. Quill headed to the opposite direction when Kit moved to the cockpit, putting in a secure department the item he needed to complete his spaceship. A spaceship who will be twice as fast as it is not, because of it, thank God. ‘‘I called it the Vedder!’‘ He shouted from the other side of the spaceship, quickly making his way back to the younger male. He didn’t explain why, knowing Kit would understand the Pearl Jam reference. He was over Ladies’ names for a while. After the Crawford and the Milano is needed something else.

‘‘Okay kitten,’‘ he started, turning the engine on as soon as he was taking place behind the wheel. A smile appeared onto his face as soon as the rumbles of the engine could be felt. Sitting on the pilot seat, next to the only man he’d be willing to sell his soul just to have the opportunity to touch one more time, it felt like everything was in its right place. ‘‘When is the last time we went for a ride without being chased down by half a dozen of people trying to kill us?’‘ He laughed, but it wasn’t that funny. The thugs who try to get Kit’s belongings were long gone by now (Gotham’s villain were so easy to escape from next to the aliens in the Galaxy, it was almost laughable). The floor felt slightly shaky underneath their feet as Peter Quill pulled the wheel towards him, spaceship instantly leaving the roof of the building and quickly got propelled them to the sky. Quill shamelessly likes to drive fast, but he was an excellent pilot so it never really felt unsafe (unless he was acting like an idiot, which he wasn’t, at the moment…) ‘’Woh!’’ He laughed, excitedly. ‘’Look at that view kitten!’’ Maybe a little bit too excited for what it was. Man he missed flying. 

– and just like that, they were past the Ozone layer and entered space.

He promised Rocket he would wait for him before going back, even for a ride test, but what the raccoon doesn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him.

Maybe he could’ve warned Kit first though… Who could say they went in orbit like a damn satellite before dinner. ‘’Well, fuck, it seems like we might be the only ones suffering the blackout,’’ he joked, extending his arm to take Kit’s hand in his own before he pressed a button to put the spaceship on autopilot. It was oddly calm up there, and Quill slowly brushed the side of his thumb against the back of Kit’s hand, while focusing the making sure everything on the dashboard was showing perfect activity and no abnormalities. A true success. The only thing missing was the music, but it wasn’t on his mind just yet.

“Really? You think? I always thought Rocket was the best pilot in the galaxy,” he replied back with a teasing smirk. He knew the constant competition between the two, and any excuse to feed into it, Kit would jump on, especially now. Kit didn’t know much about what happened on Ego’s. While part of him wanted to ask about their last trip, there was another part of him that knew that it wasn’t his business anymore. If Peter didn’t want to talk about it, Kit had lost that right to know when he left the team. “Rocket and Gamora told me a little bit about what happened,” he offered, giving Peter a doorway to go in depth if he wanted to, and leaving it at that.

He had to admit, it certainly looked like a ship Peter would own on the inside. “I’m getting a retro bachelor chique, vibe,” he chuckled as he settled into his seat, casting a quick glance at Peter as he put something away. He wasn’t sure what it was, though he figured it was really none of his business either. It was hard not to feel like he never left when he sat in the ship, like he was part of his team again. He’d be lying if he said part of him didn’t miss it. Whether it was just him and Peter against the world, or him and the rest of the Guardians, there was a rush, a sense of adventure he never got when he was with the X-men. “The Vedder?” he repeated, immediately catching the reference. “That’s new. I figured it’d be named like... The Abdul or The Benatar,” he smiled. “I like it though.” He began fiddling with the controls on his side of the cockpit, easily going through the ship’s systems and settings. “Please tell me you at least installed some proper speakers on this one.”

“Well isn’t that what makes the ride more fun?” he replied back with a wide grin. It really wasn’t a laughing matter, but with their lifestyles, facts were facts, and if you couldn’t find the humor in it, you were in the wrong profession. Once his ex settled in the pilot seat beside him, his attention drifted to the view on the outside as they they began to ascend higher, out of the city, the ozone layer, and into space. It really never got old. Seeing the world like that, so far above it all. “It never get’s old. I almost forgot how amazing this was,” he mused, half to himself, and half to the man at his side. Granted, he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the view, or the just being there with Peter again.

The hand on his certainly took the mutant by surprise. Part of him felt like he should pull away, to maintain some semblance of space, while the other part of him, the larger, dumber, emotional part, reveled in the contact. It was the first actual contact they had in... god knew how long. He wrapped his fingers around Peter’s as he continued to watch the planet below them. He would have asked where they were going, but at this point he didn’t care. “So are you are you going to show me around your new digs or what? I think it’s safe to say the thugs on the street aren’t going to be catching up to us anytime soon,” he laced his finger’s possessively with Peter’s as he stood up.

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bobby: apparently johnny storm provided him my number

bobby: you sure? i don't want there to be anything weird between us because of it. not that half the x-men haven't already slept with or dated each other.

kit: of course he did.

kit: anything weird because of that? and not the fact that you forgot having sex with me?

kit: it's fine, bobby. i don't own his dick. thanks for asking, though.

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xmen-pryde·:

‘‘My new spaceship is only a few blocks from here,’‘ he told his former lover with a proud smile, almost forgetting villains were trying to get to them. It’s only when he heard a few of them trying to kick open separating them from Kit and Peter that his mind instantly drifted back to reality. 

‘‘By the way, I know for a fact guys like them aren’t after things people buy fair in square in this part of town,’‘ Peter mused, securing his muscular arm around the smaller man and kicking off his heels – using his jet boots to hoist them from a building to the other. Quill unconsciously tried to fly for as long as possible, not to get faster, but to feel like he was closer to space. A wide smile spread across his facial features, looking down at Kit to make sure he was doing fine before moving his attention back to where they were going.  He only let go of him when they were next to the Vedder, his new spaceship, a spaceship much smaller than the Milano was, and all of the others before. 

‘’–and here’s my new baby!’‘ He tapped the side of the spaceship, a door opening right underneath it for them to climb in. ‘‘I’ve been told riding the subway was an alternative but I don’t really like being underground. I wasn’t born a rat, huh?’‘ Grinning, he moved his arm up to hold the door that was definitely not going to close on them, but still trying to be polite and ask Kit to get in first. ‘‘I got what I wanted. Don’t worry about it.’‘ His question was answered with a delay that made it sounds like his ex was what he was looking for in that shady part of the town. ‘’You’re lucky I was walking by, I’ve heard having more than 5 guys on you isn’t enjoyable unless you’ve decided on it,’’ he teased him, clicking his tongue before looking like the idiot he was. 

“A new space ship? What happened to the old one?” he happened to like the old one. Granted, it held a lot of memories, but it had been his home away from home for months while he was in outer space. “Don’t tell me you crashed it. Or did you lose it on a bet or something dumb like that?” he wouldn’t put either past Peter. Still, he had to say he was little curious to see what he would possibly be walking into.

He arched a brow at Peter’s questioning, pulling his bag closer to him, knowing that the more they talked about it, the more curious Peter would get about it. Honestly he didn’t know much about the precious cargo he was carrying, only that it was powerful, and that the Scott and Logan were both desperate for him to bring it back. “Oh? So what are you? A legendary Space Detective, now?” he asked with a playfully arched brow. When he felt those familiar arms wrap themselves around his waist, Kit instinctively wrapped his won arms up around Peter’s neck, until their faces were just a few inches apart. It was almost easy to forget that they were made at each other, at all the terrible things they’d said to one another that last time they met. He just hoped Quill wouldn’t notice the way his heart was racing the second the rocket boots propelled them up into the sky. God this brought back memories. Just him and Peter in space. If he had his Walkman on they’d be jamming to Bowie right about now.

Once they got to the space ship, Kit followed Quills lead and let go. He looked at the ship, a bit surprise. “This is... cozier than the other ship,” he said as he walked inside, taking in all of it. It was certainly smaller. It wasn’t what he expected, but at this point he knew better than to hold many expectations with Quill. He certainly caught the way Peter answered his question, but could only shoot him a quizzical frown. Weren’t they fighting? He could have sworn they were still fighting. So why did it feel like they were flirting. Why did he feel safe and at home all of a sudden? Still clutching his bag  over his shoulder, he moved to the cockpit, the passenger side, and waited for his ex to join him. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” he replied with a smirk, eyes glancing out the window. “So you just happened to walk by that alley? If I didn’t know any better Peter Quill, I’d think you were following me.”

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magikbois·:

Hearing the sounds Kit was making gave Julian the ego boost he needed to keep this going, to make his best friend mewl and ruin himself in his hands. Finger fucking Kit and watching his reaction brought a smile to his lips, and the satisfaction to taste the male’s pre on his tongue, taking his back to his throat before Kit was ready to fuck him. Julian whimpered the moment his best friend’s cock left his lips, but smile as clothes came come and lips met. “I like it when you order me around like this, babe.” he mused, before settling himself on top of Kit and holding his cock against his entrance. “You tell me when,”

He could see the look on Julian’s face, that cocky glint in his eye knowing just what his mouth, his touch did to Kit. He licked his lips as friend began to undress completely. Watching that beautiful frame expose more and more of itself. The way that beautiful cock sprang free from his trunks made Kit’s mouth water. That would be something for another time, however. At this point, his cock was wet and aching for one thing and one thing only, and Julian seemed to not waste any time giving it to him. One hand wrapped around the other mutant’s waist, guiding his hips to Kit’s crotch, until the thick head of his length pressed up against that eager, tight pucker. “Yeah? You like it when I get bossy?” he smirked, not bothering to say anymore, before pulling Julian down, pushing his cock past that tight ring of warm muscle, until he was half way in. “Fuck... you’re tighter than I remember.”

[xmen-pryde]

lightning-x-thunder·:

He blinked a little in surprise at Kit’s eagerness, no less by the younger man grabbing a hold of his hand and tugging him along. The king snorted, lips curling up in a small smile as he walked alongside the mutant. “You think so? I’m glad to hear that. It would mean I’m not as bad as a king as I think,” he teased, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes. “Well, I am fond of my own place. Built it up from scratch, and I do spend most of my time there,” Thor chuckled, before leading Kit through the main square of his town. As they walked, they passed through the open air marketplace, with Asgardians strolling about, selling various products and trinkets. “I do like the library though; it’s a work in progress, but I would like it to be something nice, for many young Asgardians to use,” the king mused, only tugging on Kit so that the younger man was walking in front of him, the thunder god’s hands wrapped around his waist.

“You think you’re a bad king?” he wasn’t sure if Thor was just joking, or if he was serious. From what Kit could tell, Thor was the epitome of a strong and just king. He was powerful, kind, good, and seemed to genuinely care about his people, and was willing to sacrifice everything to build a better home for them on earth. “Okay calm down, big guy,” he laughed, “At least show me the high lights of your kingdom before you take me back to your place,” he winked. As much as he did want to see Thor’s home, get better look at his bedroom perhaps, he wanted to see more of New Asgard, he wanted to see more of the people. As they passed a booth at the market place, he stopped at one of the vendors who had been selling trinkets. “How much for... that one,” he pointed to a platinum looking pendant with an engraving of a cat on one side, and a moon on the other. Once the vendor gave him the price, Kit was all too eager to buy it from him. Taking it in hand, he turned back to Thor, “Here,” he handed the god the pendant. “Something to remember me by when I’m not around,” he winked. As they walked through the city, his gaze was never able to stay in one place for long. He had to admit he liked the feeling of Thor’s arms wrapped around him, almost possessively as they walked through the market place, passed the library. “So is this going to end up being your kingdom’s town square?” It certainly felt like the center of everything, of commerce, of social activity, of life.