Flesh and fur
Rocket and Starlord get closer than ever. A big thanks to comidacomida for giving me some helpful advice while I was writing this. I hope you all like. :)
Between training and keeping the Milano up and running Rocket was exhausted. The captain had announced they would be landing soon for a break. About time Rocket thought. They had been stuck on the ship for months and he was looking forward to some downtime. Rocket was in his room. The matress that served as his "bed" was not the most comfortable thing to sleep on but it was either that or the floor. He had taken his uniform off as he felt more comfortable without it. If it were up to him he would be naked all the time. The uniform restricted his movement and chafed so he would take it off when alone.
It didn't help that Starlord seemed to have little to no respect for him. He seemed to give the raccoon a harder time than the others. He guessed it was because he was the smallest of the group. Drax saw him as little more than vermin and would tell him so often. Gamora did not think so highly of him either. He felt like the odd one out most of the time. His only real friend there and the only one that understood him was Groot but he was gone now.
He knew it wouldn't be long before the captain needed him for something or other so he decided to make the most of the little free time he had. His paw slowly moved down towards his groin. As he stroked himself he thought about Peter. He liked the idea of being above the captain and would fantasize about dominating him. Captain Starlord took great pleasure in reminding the raccoon who was in charge but right now it was him on his knees servicing Rocket. "Choke on that asslord. Who's in charge now?" Peter's voice interrupted his private thoughts.
"What are you doing in there? You keep complaining about how bored you are but now we've landed you stay in your room?"
"I'm busy Quill. I'll be out later."
"Yeah I'm sure those little hands of yours are very busy. Thinking about me again huh?"
Don't flatter yourself, he thought. "Get lost Quill!"
Geez I was just kidding. No need to bite my frickin' head off. Goddamn raccoon."
That last comment was muttered but Rocket heard it. "I am not a raccoon!"
"Do you even know what a raccoon is?"
"I know I'm not one."
"Whatever. I'm wasting valuable drinking time here. Catch you later. Raccoon."
"Asslord," he muttered. Peter knew he hated being called that which was why he did it. He was not sure what a raccoon was but he guessed it was something unpleasant if he took such pleasure in calling him one. He had lost his erection during the conversation. Ah screw it he thought. Time to get drunk. He pulled on his uniform, grumbling about how uncomfortable it was. He would have to bring that up with Starlord.
Peter was sat at the bar. Rocket sat next to him and ordered a beer. Several beers later he was a bit drunk. He was still pissed off and the alcohol had loosened his tongue.
"You think you're better than all of us don't you Quill?"
Peter looked at Rocket. "Huh?"
"You think you're above us."
He gulped down the last of his beer. "Your words buddy, not mine."
"You think being the captain makes you special? I could do what you do. Hell, even Drax could do what you do and that lughead doesn't know what day it is most of the time."
"You could not do what I do. And how about a little respect for the captain huh?"
Rocket could feel himself getting angrier and angrier. "How about some for me? I work my ass off on your goddamn ship. Without me your precious Milano would fall to pieces."
"Now look who thinks they're better than everybody else. Whaddya want a frickin' medal?"
"How about a little appreciation?"
"How about not being such a needy little baby?"
Rocket was ready to claw his face off. He needed to go now before he said or did something he would later regret. "I'm outta here asslord. Goodbye and screw you." He hopped off the barstool and started walking away. He remembered his sore lower half and turned around. "Another thing. This goddamn uniform chafes my balls. If you don't find me something looser fitting I'm gonna sit in your precious chair and wipe my bare ass all over it."
"Stay away from my chair furball," he muttered.
Rocket was back in his room. He peeled off his uniform and threw it across the room. "Asslord. Thinks he's better than me." He started to fantasize again. Starlord on his hands and knees. Rocket taking him from behind. His penis stiffened as he imagined pounding the captain's ass. "Take it captain. Take it all. I'm in charge now."
The bleeping of the intercom pulled Rocket out of sleep. He sat up and licked the inside of his dry muzzle to moisten it. Yawned and had a stretch. He squinted and saw a red light flashing next to the name Starlord. He looked at the time. Six am. What could be so important that it had to be done right now? "Urgh. Why do you hate sleep?" Captain Starlord would have him up at all hours. Fix this. Repair that. Emergency team meeting. The bleeping continued much to his annoyance. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep your frickin' hair on." Rocket got up, walked over and jabbed the button.
"Finally he answers. Could you get over to the flight deck? I'm having problems. Oh and leave the attitude behind."
Before he could object or think of a snappy comeback Starlord hung up. Rocket got dressed and headed to the flight deck where Peter and the others were gathered. He was not happy about being dragged out of bed so early in the morning but he felt a little better knowing baby Groot was there.
"I am Groot."
Rocket smiled. "Good to see you too buddy. Alright Quill I'm here. What do you want now?"
"I'm having problems with the control panel. Do you think you could take a look at it if it's not too much trouble?"
Rocket was fed up of being ordered around and treated like something the captain had just stepped in. No please. No thank you. Just order after order he was expected to follow without question. He decided he was not going to take it anymore. "Fix it yourself Quill."
"Not my job dude. It's your job. Now get your ass over here and do your job."
Rocket folded his arms, a smug look on his face. Starlord pretended he knew what he was doing but he didn't have a clue. "You need my help don't you captain?"
Peter sighed. "What I need is my ship in working order. And I could really do without your attitude and smartass comments for once. Just do your job furball."
Drax chuckled. "Furball."
Rocket turned to face the giant human. "Stay outta this bonehead!" He faced Peter again. "You can't fix this yourself can you? You don't even know what the problem is."
"Uh, yeah I know. It's not that complicated." Peter tried to pretend he knew what he was talking about but he had no idea.
"I am Groot."
Rocket laughed out loud and slapped his thigh. "You're right, he doesn't have a frickin' clue what he's talking about! Maybe you should just stick to flying and leave the complicated stuff to the experts huh?"
Peter was quickly losing his patience. He was fed up of Rocket's constant attitude. "I'm getting really sick of your crap furball. "Get over here and fix this. Now!"
Rocket was in no mood to take orders right now. "I'll fix it later asslord. I got more important things to do. And I still want a new uniform. My frickin' balls are chafed to hell."
"How about a nice skirt?"
Rocket ignored him and walked away. Drax found that last comment very amusing. "The furry one in a skirt. That I would love to see."
The rest of the crew were at the bar again leaving Rocket on his own. He was busy fixing the control panel. He had made a point of doing it when he was good and ready and not when the captain dictated. It wasn't that hard to fix but Starlord had little experience with the maintenance side of things. Rocket smirked to himself. "You do need me asslord. You won't admit it but you do." When he was done he decided to head for the bar and get drunk.
Peter was sat at the bar. He felt bad about his attitude towards Rocket earlier. He gave the raccoon a hard time but deep down he admired him. Rocket had saved his ass on more than one occasion. He acted tough but Peter knew he had another side to him. A vulnerable side he did his best to hide from everyone. He saw it when Groot died. Rocket only cried in front of the others once. After that he kept it all inside. If anybody asked how he was he would hurl abuse at them and tell them to mind their own business. But peter knew he was hurting inside. He also had stronger feelings. Feelings he had been denying for so long. And he decided now would be a good time to tell Rocket how he really felt. He finished his beer and headed back to the ship.
Rocket lay on his matress and stared at the ceiling. He had just got back from the bar and was a little drunk. The anger had gone leaving him feeling sorry for himself. Who am I kidding he thought. That asshole doesn't need me. I'm nothing to him. He heard a knock.
"Leave me alone Quill."
"I come in peace Rocket. I just want to talk."
"Not now."
"Please? I need to tell you something."
Rocket was fed up of arguing and decided to hear what he had to say. He covered himself up, hoping his erection would not be noticed and sat up. "Come in."
Peter walked in and sat next to Rocket. Without a word he leaned in and kissed Rocket deeply. Rocket was shocked but instead of pulling away he found himself returning the kiss. Most of his fantasies involved dominating the captain but he would sometimes imagine how it would feel being intimate with him. His little heart pounded, his penis quickly stiffening. They broke the kiss and stared at each other in silence. Rocket opened his mouth to speak but was silenced with a finger on his lips. "I need you Rocket."
Peter unzipped his uniform and let it fall to the floor. He lay on top of Rocket and kissed him again, his tongue slipping into his muzzle and exploring inside. He pulled the sheet off Rocket to reveal his arousal. He moved down and took Rocket's maleness into his mouth. Rocket gasped as Peter's lips moved up and down his shaft. Peter's lips and tongue felt heavenly to him. He was no expert at oral but it felt great anyway. He had not had release for a while and he knew he wouldn't last long. He grabbed Peter's hair and thrust his hips towards the warm wet orifice. "Ah fuck!" Rocket came suddenly, releasing weeks of pent up frustration into Peter's mouth. He swallowed every last drop of Rocket's pleasure.
He spat out Rocket's limp organ and rolled him over. He lay on his belly with his rump and tail high in the air. Peter ran his hands over Rocket's sides, running his fingers through the surprisingly soft fur. He placed his hands on Rocket's hips and positioned himself. He made sure Rocket still wanted it and he confirmed by looking back and nodding. Peter spat on his hand and smeared the saliva over his rock hard penis. He was sober enough to know a dry entry would be uncomfortable for both of them.
Rocket hissed through gritted teeth as Peter entered him. He was taking things slowly but the pain still made his eyes water. Rocket was no virgin but this was his first time being on the recieving end of sex. After a while the pain faded and it started to feel good. Peter's penis touched a certain spot inside him making him feel so good inside. His own penis was rock hard and leaking precum. Peter pumped into him over and over again. He heard Peter groan and felt a warm splash deep in his bowels. Rocket came too, his cum squirting and soaking the matress beneath him.
Peter pulled out of him and rolled him onto his back. He grabbed Rocket's ankles and thrust into him again. There was no pain this time and Rocket was really enjoying himself now. Peter was too busy pleasing himself to notice his partner's unattended erection so he jerked himself off. Peter was not the most gentle lover in the world but the feeling it gave Rocket inside more than made up for it. The tip of his penis hit his prostate with every thrust bringing him close to orgasm again. He could feel Peter's organ pulsing and throbbing as it pumped in and out of him. Peter slammed into him one last time and came inside him again.
He picked Rocket up, pressing him against the wall. Rocket wrapped his legs around his waist as he thrust into him again. Flesh and fur rubbed together as Peter pounded Rocket relentlessly. He stood on his toes and buried as much of himself in Rocket's rump as he could, shooting his load deep inside him. The stimulation on Rocket's abused prostate made him cum again. He growled and dug his claws into Peter's back as his third climax overtook him.
They were both exhausted now. Peter lay next to his furry partner, pulling him close to his chest. Rocket smiled to himself. I knew you needed me captain, he thought.
Memories of the previous night came flooding back to Rocket. He looked over his shoulder and saw Peter lying next to him. He was expecting him to wake up at any moment and realize what a mistake he had made. He decided to sneak away and hope he would not remember anything. He was about to get up when he heard Peter stirring. They sat in awkward silence for a while until Rocket spoke up.
"So... are we gonna talk about last night?"
"There's nothing to talk about. We were both drunk and we fooled around."
"We both know it was more than that."
"Think whatever you want Rocket but it was sex. We were drunk and we had sex. Nothing more."
"You told me you needed me."
Peter's voice rose. "I needed sex. I was drunk and horny Rocket! And you just happened to be there. You could've been anybody."
Rocket tried to act cool but inside he felt crushed. What they did last night meant something to him. It had not been romantic in any sense of the word but it meant something. It had stirred up feelings in him he didn't know existed. Peter had expressed his true feelings in the most intimate way possible. Made him feel wanted for once in his life. Made him feel special. But now he was acting like it was nothing.
"Yeah you're right," he said fighting back tears. "Just sex. It didn't mean a damn thing. I need a shower. Catch you later Quill." Rocket got up and left. Peter sighed, wishing he had told Rocket how he really felt.
Rocket headed for the shower area and bumped right into Drax and Gamora. Great he thought. This is all I need. Drax always seemed to show up at the worst times. He made no attempt to hide his modesty. "Take a picture, it lasts longer. And my eyes are up here." He immediately felt stupid saying that last thing considering he was the smallest of the crew.
"Ugh why is he naked?"
Drax chuckled. "The furry one was leaving Starlord's room. I think they shared a bed."
Rocket quickly thought up a plausable explanation. "Starlord got drunk and passed out in my room. And he slept on the floor."
Drax sniffed the air. "What is that smell?"
"Rocket was in no mood to talk. He just wanted to shower and be alone. "None of your damn business meathead! Now if you're done with your questioning I gotta take a shower."
Rocket carried on walking. He did not want them knowing what really happened last night. He knew Drax would have a field day with that one.