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Peter is looking for some sugar in the Milano, something that is very rare in the galaxy considering it comes off of a single planet, “Gamora, what did you do with my sugar?”
“I still don’t know how you can actually eat that stuff-“
“You don’t eat it, you dissolve it- you know what never- where is it!?” He continues to shuffle through the cabinets, trying to find the sweetener.
“Ugh- Jesus Chri-“ He puts his mug down on the table above him, and gets on his knees. He rustles through the shelves, looking for a grain of anything, “Here it is!” He grabs the box and pulls himself out of the deep shelves, scooting back to close the small door next to him. “Ahh!”
Rocket is standing behind the door making a scary face when Peter closes the door, “Hah! Gocha!” He points his fingers to Peter like a gun
“What the hell was that for? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” He places his hand on his chest, where his heart is
“Just wanted to tell you that I was back, so we can leave whenever”
“Wha- you don’t have another girl with you?” he gets back on his feet to see another body on the table, a blue, bunny like figure, but Peter can’t make him out. He is not only on the table, but is drinking Peter’s coffee, “Hey, what the hell?!” He swipes the cup out from his hands
“Sorry, buddy boy” He turns and gives a smirk.
Peter is freaked out at the sight of red eyes on the bunny, “Ah- oh, hello” He tries to play it off
Peter, I would like you to meet… my friend… Blackjack.
The bunny rushes to Peter and grabs his hand, shaking it quickly, “Blackjack O’ Hare. What’s your name? I like your ship. What was in that drink?”
Peter, trying to hold back his laughter from the, ironically, hyper bunny, pulls his entire body away from the hare, “Peter. Peter Quill”
“Star lord?” He looks like he just saw the biggest plasma blaster in the universe
“Heh, yeah”
The face quickly dissipates as he turns around and jumps off of the table to lean on Rocket, “Well, nice meeting you Sta-“
Rocket interrupts, “Well, we’re ganna be in my room.” He says it as if Peter’s supposed to know what NOT to do, which he does.
“Okay, don’t… be in there for too long” He says awkwardly
The two walk back to Rocket’s room, a few feet from the work area they were just in, with Blackjack putting his arm around Rocket’s
They walk into the room and close the door behind them
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Peter walks to the Pilot’s chair, where Gamora is sitting
“Well, that was weird”
“What?”
“Rocket brought home a boy. Or at least what looked like a guy”
“Well, phases can be weird. Don’t humans go through similar things?”
“Yeah, but not a weird, delinquent thing where all we want to do is fuck anything in sight”
“Are you sure about that? I’ve done my research”
“Shut u- just grab the wheel”
They begin their ascent into space
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“Heh, he’s cool” Blackjack tells Rocket
“He’s a nobody; the hands of the entire crew”
“Awe, don’t be so mean” Blackjack looks around the room as Rocket lies on the bed, facing up
“You don’t know him; he’s a dick when I talk to him”
“You do talk pretty rude though, and you can be intimidating at times” He finds a hidden wad of paper money inside of Rocket’s drawers, which he quickly pockets
“I guess. But he doesn’t have to be so mean to me”
The hare turns, “Maybe he likes you” he smiles at Rocket
“What? No, He’s so close minded; he wouldn’t make any change to his life, especially not something as big as his sexuality
“Well, why don’t we stop worrying about him and think in the moment” The hare gets on top of Rocket, putting their muzzles close to each other’s and reaching down to rub Rocket’s crotch
Rocket lets out a large huff, “Wow, just jump into it?”
“Why not, we’re not getting any younger” He puts his lips onto Rocket’s. Rocket’s entire body goes numb and his entire body relaxes. All except his cock, which is getting harder by the second.
Blackjack releases Rocket’s armor, causing it to fall off of him piece by piece. Once it is all off, all Rocket has on is the tight suit under the main armor
“You wanna take care of this for me?” He has a small break from kissing as he puts his head on Rocket’s neck, sucking on his fur
Rocket pulls out a claw and begins to score the tight suit, the only thing what is blocking Him from Blackjack’s fur.
Before he can make a second and final cut, Blackjack stops him, “Wait, I like this part” He pushes his fingers into the score line, and rips the suit apart, releasing the fur pent up inside of the tight fabric all day
Blackjack goes back to nibbling on Rocket’s neck, ripping off the remaining pieces of cloth on Rocket
Rocket is in perfect bliss, all of his nerves are firing off at once, almost like an orgasm… exactly like an orgasm. He pushes Blackjack off of himself and looks down. Sure enough, there is a big blotch of cum surrounding his cock
“Awe, already Rockey?” Blackjack tells him
“Sorry, but I’ve never been with another guy before. I’ve always been the only one in control”
He rolls over to be only a few inches away from Rocket’s face, “Well, now you can lay back and let someone else take the joystick” he begins to nibble on Rocket’s flesh again, jerking off Rocket’s sensitive member, using his own cum as a lubricant
“Ah, fuck, Jack” His hips are unstable, as they pull away from the torture, but push for the pleasure, “Fuck, I’m gann- Ahh, I’ma- Ahhh”
Three larger spurts shoot out and land on Rocket’s stomach, along with a little dribble coming out as Jack keeps stroking, with even a tighter fist than before
Blackjack begins to move down from his neck to his chest, where the freshest cum is, and licks up the semen from his fur. Rocket’s body is nearly dead from the two cums in just a few minutes
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a couple of orgasms?” Blackjack asks, but receives no answer. He gets down to His genitals, and licks the shaft of his member, which causes Rocket’s body to twitch unintentionally. “Oh, this is ganna be fun” He continues to lick up Rocket’s sweet nectar, causing Rocket’s body to shake uncontrollably.