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The Guardians of The Galaxy had just got back from a… particularly rough mission. They had been sent to find this very rare plant on a planet covered in nothing but plants.
They had succeeded!
Though- while on that mission Rocket and Peter had managed to get hit with some sort of odd pollen. Nothing had happened immediately, so they didn't think anything of it- having more important things to focus on at the time.
Now back at the ship- they had secured the plant with Groot and managed to take off smoothly.
The moment he could- Peter put the ship to auto pilot as he ran a hand through his hair- a small headache forming. “Ugh- would you turn the music down? I've got a flarking headache.” He stands up from his seat, glancing at Rocket. Walking into the main room, Rocket followed him. Peter sees Gamora sharpening a blade on the couch and Drax reading. Quill sits down at the work bench, letting out a small huff as he grabbed a scrapped communicator randomly laying there, finding a sudden interest in how it ticked. “I said, could you turn the flarking music down!” He snapped slightly- pinching the bridge of his nose. “I have a headache.”
“Fine! Fine. I'm going!” Rocket huffed- throwing his arms up, from behind Quill. Turning around, Rocket let out a small growl, “The fridge guys!” He complained, closing it before heading over to their music system- Turning it down.
With a small sigh, he turned back to *his* crew.
“Is everyone- besides Quill- doing okay?”
Gamora glances up at them, just raising an eyebrow. “Yeah we're doing okay… you two don't seem to be doing well.”
“Oh no, I'm doing amazing!” Peter replies sarcastically, “Just this- this- this…” He huffs in frustration and grabs a small screwdriver, diving into opening the communicator.
Drax glances up from up above his glasses, looking from Rocket to Peter, then back to Rocket. “Peter Quill seems to be more angered since we've gotten back into space… While furball is more cheerful.”
“Drax, my friend- I'm just happy to be off that planet! No offence, Groot” Rocket gave a small finger gun to Groot before he went back over to Peter.
“I am… Groot?”
Rocket snatched the walkmen from Quill, “If you're going to be all grumpy about my music- I'm at least going to listen to it myself.” His tail wagged slightly as he held up the walkmen. “Now give me your headphones, please.”
“I wasn't bitching about your music! I was saying it was too flarking loud, that's all. I'm not giving you my headphones.” Peter leans sideways, away from Rocket so he can't get the headphones. “Get your furry little paws away, furball!”
Rocket growled softly. “Just give me the headphones, Quill!”
He jumped up onto Peter’s lap- “I won't be bothering you with the music if you just- let- me- have them!” It was clear Rocket really only registered half of what Quill said.
Groot looked at his other teammates concerned.
Peter, in shock, drops the device and screwdriver before grasping Rocket by the waist, lifting him up away from the headphones. “No! I'm not giving you the flarking headphones, Rocket! You can play your stupid music just- just-” He huffs and holds Rocket higher. “Just keep it at a good volume, I'm not working in silence.”
Rocket paused for a moment- before sighing. “Okay… Max Volume 10. Any songs you want?” He asked- sincerely, placing the walkmen on the work bench.
Peter sets him back down on his lap and glances to the side, giving the illusion of him thinking. He mumbles under his breath, “Brandy and Come and get Your Love…” He pushes Rocket off of him and dramatically pretends to wipe fur off his uniform.
Rocket nodded with a smirk. “Okay, but I'm playing I'm Not In Love in between them!” He turned around- freezing when he saw his teammates faces’.
“Whoa- I know I'm pretty, but what?”
“Hah! Pretty annoying!” Peter laughs, a laugh sounding fake, but if you were Rocket you'd know it was real.
Rocket threw his hands over his heart dramatically, acting hurt.
“But you love me~” He couldn't help but smile.
Peter rolls his eyes then turns to see the team staring at them, too. “What? Are teammates not allowed to communicate? You guys are the ones always saying we should communicate.”
Gamora shakes her head, being the first one to break the quiet. “What the flark is wrong with you two? Rocket is acting like Peter- and-”
Drax bumps in, finishing her sentence. “-and Peter Quill is acting like Rocket.”
“Nice prank you two. Can we get our two lover boys back to themselves? This is creeping us out, you scuts.” Gamora sets her sword down, leaning forward.
Rocket cocked his head to the side- ear twitching.
“What the flark are you talking about?” He asked, placing his hand on his hip- in a very… Starlord pose.
“I am Groot….” Groot spoke up.
Rocket glanced at Quill- taking his hand, kissing it before walking over to the music. “Yeah- what about the pollen? Nothing happened,R remember, Big Guy?” he asked, putting on Peter’s requested song.
Gamora watched Rocket. “Clearly something happened-”
“Okay, let's say something did. I would catch it and fix the issue. Can't trust any of you dumbasses to fix it.”
“That is something the little Rat would say!” Drax points at Peter with enthusiasm then to Rocket with less.
Rocket’s tail twitched with slight annoyance. “Drax. We talked about this. I'm not a Rat. I'm a Raccoon.” he turned back around- paw on hip once more.
“Quill- besides that headache- how are you feeling?” Rocket asked.
“I do not recall such a conversation…” Drax says, though it went ignored.
Peter turns the chair, from where he had gone back to working, to Rocket. He crosses his arms and shrugs. “Fine. I haven't noticed anything new or weird or whatever the flark they're all saying.” He tilts his head to the crew.
“See guys- we’re fine.” Rocket sighed. “Now as much as I love the attention- I have things to do.” He said, before walking off back towards the bridge- sitting in the captain's chair.
Peter quietly gathers equipment and follows Rocket to the bridge. He tries to sit, bumping his hips on the arms before huffing and climbing into the chair and sitting on the back with his feet on the seat itself. Humming to the music quietly, he continues to work on his device while Rocket did Rocket.
Rocket himself struggled to reach the panels he needed. He let out a growl- scooting all the way to the edge of the seat- reaching his arms all the way out- to finally touch the panels.
“Why is my seat so big?” He complained- voice holding a whine to it as his ears flattened.
“Oh, use some books, shortie. You should try having your seat shrink on you.”
Groot had also followed his two friends, watching with concern. “I am Groot.”
“This is my seat- What do you mean this isn't my seat??” Peter looks at him and raises an eyebrow.
Groot sighs and turns back to walk to his hanger.
“Our team has absolutely flarking lost it.” Quill turns back to his device, actually attaching pieces to it now.
“Maybe this mission has been a lot more stressful than I originally thought” Rocket ran his paws down his face. “I know I'm a bad captain but… Flark…” He mumbled under his breath.
Peter grabs a bag of chips he found by Rocket’s seat, throwing it at the raccoon's head. “Oh shut up you flarking raccoon. Maybe everyone could just use some food. You get cranky and whiney when you're hungry.”
Rocket huffed- but opened the bag thrown at him- “I do not.” he fought back, munching on the chips.
“Though you may be right about the others.” He leaned back- falling onto the seat. “Okay- seriously when did my seat get so big? Maybe some scut is flarked up…”
“You do too! You're whiney right now, even!” Peter slides down the seat, facing back to Rocket but swings his legs over the arm, leaning back on the other arm. “Or you're just smaller than before… Though I would have noticed…” He shakes his head and accidentally shocks himself on the device. “Flark! Gods- Flark- Fuck! I know better than to touch that barehanded!” He huffs and looks at Rocket. “Just adjust the chair, dumbass.”
Groot finally walked back into the bridge- book in hand. He set it down- and before Peter or Rocket could say or do anything- Groot scuffed Rocket, then scuffed Quill- switching the seats they were sitting in.
“I am Groot.” He pointed to them- before opening the book and showing off a page about the plant that had… pollinated the two.
Rocket hissed as he was scuffed- but didn't fight. He fit in the chair Peter was in perfectly which… only made sense.
“What, Big Guy? What about it?” he asked.
Peter growled about the switch… but actually relaxed in the chair that felt right. “Hah! Guess who's in the captain's chair now, trash panda!” He laughs, flipping Rocket off, before actually looking at the book’s page. He grabs it and actually reads it. “Mhm… Mhm… Mhm… Okay… so you're saying we got the personality switch flarking effect?” Peter points at one of many side effects of the pollen. “I would know if I switched with that idiot.” He jabs his thumb to point at Rocket.
Rocket gasped. “Ouch!” He huffed dramatically.
“Well I'd know if I switched with you! Grumpy McGrumpsture!” he bit back.
Groot just stared at the two before sighing- shaking his head. He walked over to his own chair and quickly pulled up the camera logs to just a few minutes ago- playing it for the two dumbasses.
Peter watched Rocket snapping at him over something small, like he had moments ago.
Rocket stares at the video and nods, “Okay… Okay Groot knows his plants better than we do. Is there anything in there about when it wears off?”
Peter looks at the book and continues reading then nods. “Takes roughly half a cycle. What the flark do we do for the time being?? He can't do work and there's no flarking way I'm finishing this in the time being.” Peter points to the device torn apart. “Hah! Yeah nevermind I can finish this damn thing!”
“I am Groot.”
“Yeah- good for you Quill, but I can't do work…” Rocket huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Not unless you let me sit in your lap.”
He got up, stretching- “Let me sit in your lap.”
Peter stares at him, not hiding the fact he's glancing up and down Rocket’s body, then smirks, “Sure. You can sit in my lap. I'll do my work and you can do yours. No strings attached.” Peter leans back and opens his arms, allowing Rocket to sit in his lap.
Rocket smiled and crawled into Quills lap, curling his tail around himself. He could reach the panels much better this way and immediately started to work on messaging their employer.
Thank god he has fur, or else Quill would be able to see him blush lightly.
Peter’s smirk stays plastered on his face, wrapping his arms around Rocket’s waist, nuzzling his face into the raccoon's head. “Rocket,” he growls.
Peter rubs his face against Rocket's head and lightly grabs his sides, wrapping his arms around him like a stuffed animal.
Gods- if Rocket didn't have Fur his face would be bright red.
“Quill-” he squeaked, paws resting on Peter’s arms in a lazy - unserious attempt to move him away.
Groot shook his head- but chuckled before leaving the Bridge.
“Hm?” Peter hums and continues scent marking Rocket. Quill lightly bites his ear, only teasing a sense of something. “I'm just enjoying you being on my lap, soft fur and all.”
Rocket’s tail twitched as he bit his tongue.
“I-I have work to do-” he stuttered- not really fighting what Quill was doing. In fact he leaned back into his half human’s hold.
He couldn't stop himself from rubbing his head against Quills as he was sent marked.
Peter hums again then licks Rocket's ear, pulling his arms away, but not before he runs a hand against both of the raccoon’s thighs. “You're right, you do have a lot of work all mighty “co”-Captain.” Peter sarcastically remarks, grabbing the device and working on it on Rocket's lap.
Rocket tensed and whimpered. He sat there for a moment- letting the touch no longer there, sink in. His ears flattened to his head as he grumbled to himself.
Sitting back up he started his message to their employer saying that they succeeded and were on their way.
“I never said stop…”
Rocket pouted.
Peter smirks and hums. “How am I supposed to work on this if I'm pleasing your animalist lust?” He lets out an airy chuckle, tickling the raccoon’s ear. “I've only got half a cycle to finish this… apparently.” The blonde sticks a tool between Rocket’s thighs and quickly fixes something in the device.
Rocket quickly moved his tail to cover his crotch slightly.
“My animalistic lust!? You started this!” He pouted. “I just wanted to sit on your lap.”
Though the tone in his voice gave away he liked this.
Rocket shifted slightly, rubbing against Quill. He sent the message before pulling up some other messages he needed to respond too. Well technically it was Quill who needed too but Rocket was captain right now.
“And I have half a cycle to answer all these messages *you* neglect.”
“Hah!” He grabs the tool from the raccoon's thighs, hand lingering on his thigh, thumb rubbing under the tail. “I probably would have them answered before you even finished fixing a communicator.”
Peter slides his hand further between his thighs, actually sliding under the other's tail.
“How fast can you respond if you're distracted?” He mumbles into the latter’s ear.
Rocket threw his paw over his mouth to muffle any noises that he made.
“Quill!” He whisper-yelled, legs starting to quiver slightly.
“Is- Is that a challenge? Because I can answer these in- in… I can answer them!” Rocket struggled.
“Yeah? Let me see you do it, pretty boy.” Peter pulls his hand away and lightly strokes the tail covering the other's lap. “There's no slowing me down but I know for d’ast sure there is slowing you down.”
Rocket growled at the blonde but didn't stop him. He let out soft purrs as he moved forward- clicking on the first message.
“Y-Your on- Blondie” he bit his lip slightly- reading through the first message.
Something stupid- about some Credits Quill owed.
“Really?” Rocket asked and quickly blocked that person.
He opened the next one-
Peter growls, slipping his hand behind the tail, sliding his hand down the other's abdomen, sliding under the fluff of the tail and around the racoon's crotch.
He kisses down neck of his lover.
“A-Ah~” Rocket Gasped- quickly covering his mouth as they’re teammates were right outside.
His hands twitched upove the keypad as the Raccoon leaned his head to the side- giving his lover more room to kiss.
He shifted against Quill once more-
This message was for another job offer. Rocket tried to focus on it.
Peter nuzzles his face into the nape of Rocket's neck, lightly biting the fur there. He buries his nose into the furry shoulder.
He runs his hand further in-between his legs, lightly squeezing Rocket’s thigh.
Rocket’s thighs quivered slightly as he spread them more- moving his tail away from his crotch.
No-
He couldn't be taken out at the second message.
He let out small pants and gasps as he re-read the same message about 5 times before finally choosing to accept the mission.
Peter glances up at the panels. “Lame, another job? I'm killing you when we get back to ourselves.” Peter bites his shoulder and slides Rocket back, grinding him against his own crotch.
“Quill!~” Rocket gasped covering his mouth with both his paws.
He whimpered but didnt stop Peter- instead he grabbed onto the sides the chair, kind of taking over and grinding himself into Quill’s crotch.
“Flark-” he mumbled.
“Well w-we need the Credits-”
“More credits more tech~” Peter practically purrs, “Fine, this could wait till after the mission then,” though he didn't stop, he lays his hand in front of Rocket's crotch, grinding down on him with his hand.
Rocket let out a moan- leaning back into Quill- hips bucking up into his lover’s hand.
“Quill-” he panted lightly.
“Flark- Flark-” he reached up and gently pulled on Peter’s hair, whimpering.
Peter groans deeply, thrusting his hips up, pushing Rocket into his hand more. “Rocket…” He huffs then bites the shoulder in front of him, aggressively bites it. “Flark- You should see yourself.” Peter chuckles darkly, actually having the nerve to reach forward with his free hand and turn the private camera on from the panels.
“Ah~ hahh~” Rocket moaned. It was getting hot- his clothes getting tighter- he wanted them off.
He stared at himself in the camera which only made him harder. He bucked his hips again- Flark did he like seeing himself like this.
“P-Peter~” the Racoon moaned breathlessly as he squirmed a bit.
“More- please” he begged.
The half human hums, satisfied, “More what?” He reaches up and grips Rocket's chin, making him stare at the screen, not giving him any movement to look away. “If you weren't so fragile I'd bend you over the controls and use you as a sex toy, but I love you too much to hurt you.”
He gently kisses back up the other's neck.
Glancing at the screen hnself, he sees the mess he's made Rocket and smirks, actually smirking at him through the camera.
Rocket moans- eye’s rolling back slightly at the thought. He blinked back- looking at Quill through the camera.
“M-m-m-” Gods was he struggling- Flark did he feel good.
“Need more- t-touch me more- please!” He begged squirming a bit still.
“Hot- clothes off- please! Quill~!” the Racoon whines. He pushed himself back slightly- Grinding into the half God’s crotch.
Peter groans and pulls his hands away from holding and grinding Rocket to reach up and unzipping his jumpsuit, taking his time at teasing the raccoon. “The whole ship’s gonna hear you with how loud you're being.”
Rocket covered his mouth with one paw.
“You’d like that.” He bit back, moving his other paw up the inside of Quill’s thighs. He watched for his lover's reaction in the Camera- panting lightly as he continued to grind against the man.
“Remind them I'm all yours.”
Peter gasps at the touch, leaning back a little to move his legs forward and up into the touch. “Heh… Mng- Flark-” He rolls his head back. “Like they don't already know your mine? I've still got a bite mark from the other night.” He removes a hand from Rocket to push down a shoulder off his clothes, showing off a bite mark.
Rocket moaned- staring at the mark. He bit his lip- moving off of Quill’s lap, he got in-between the blonde's legs- starting to undo the half human’s belt.
“So they know that I, Rocket Racoon- Am yours, Peter Quill.”
“Christ- d’ast you look good on your knees.” Quill spreads his legs apart, “You should get on them more often… Princess~”
Rocket let out a dirty moan at the pet name- before quickly covering his mouth with one hand. His ears flattened to the top of his head yet his tail wagged.
“I-I-”
He tugged at Quill’s pants. “Just take them off- please!”
“Gee alright, impacent.” He rolls his eyes but quickly pulls his pants boxers, only letting them fall to his knees. “Should have made you work for it like a treat. Do a trick or two before you can be rewarded.” Peter chuckles and runs his fingers through Rocket's fur on the top of his head.
Rocket growled softly before kissing and nipping at Quill’s thighs.
He pulled off his jumpsuit, crawling back into his human’s lap.
“Oh- Scut!” He hissed- covering his face with his hands.
“Lube-”
“God you're an idiot-” He points to Rocket's seat, then beside it. “In there.”
(Skipping cuz authors are too asexual for this scut)
Peter was holding Rocket in his arms, the raccoon asleep in his arms, he was finishing up the device before going to bed himself. “Scut-” he mumbles under his breath, feeling Rocket shift in his arms. “Sorry- sorry I had just… I was confused why the hell I have one of your projects in my hand…”
Rocket looks up at him and raises an eyebrow, tiredly rubbing his eyes with both paws. “Forget the project. Why the flark are you still flarking awake?”
“That's… a great question” Quill yawns. He moved the communicator around in his hands and placed a screw driver down.
“I’m surprised you were asleep!” He looked at Rocket, taking note that the Racoon was in the shirt he was wearing hours before.
“Yeah, asleep and sore! What the flark happened?” Rocket turns around to look at the device in Peter's hand. His ears perk up and his tail swishes at the end, lightly hitting Quill. “Holy flark! You're holding a double walkman… well... Flark not a double but allowed two people to listen to one walkman from different places… privately…” Rocket grabs the device and starts looking into it. “And it's made really flarking well!”
“Bleh-” Peter moved Rocket’s tail from his face and watched his lover.
“Context clues implies I made it? But- I don't really know my way around scut…” He looked at the panel in front of them. Carefully leaning forward he pulled up the video logs from the past few hours.
“What… The… Flark?”
Rocket looks up at the panel and smirks. “That explains the pain in my ass!” He laughs and watches a bit more before laughing harder. “Holy flark! Free porn! Hate seeing you so confident in being able to pin me but flark that is… *hot*”
Rocket wags his tail and smirks back at Peter. “Look at you go. You could never.”
Quill was bright red.
“I-I totally could!!” He stuttered- unable to look away from the screen.
“Scut, that is so hot.”
“Your reaction says otherwise. Ugh- alright let's figure out what the flark happened… it was a plant… No one better to ask about a plant than Groot… No way in hell I'm walking… Look at you go.”
Quill finally turned it off. His face was as red as his battle jacket. He picked up Rocket as he got up and started to make his way to Groot’s room- Rocket in arms.
“I’m sure the Big Guy’s still up. I'm going to ask for that book.”
Rocket buries his face in Peter's shoulder, knowing there's going to be someone, who isn't Groot, up and probably getting food or doing some late night project. “Get that book… An explanation and honestly pretend that never happened.”
Quill nodded.
“I'm saving that video though,” he smirked. The Blonde managed to dodge Gamora and went down to Groot's room- knocking on the wall gently.
“I am Groot.”
Peter stepped in and gently shifted Rocket in his arms.
“Hey- Big Guy. We have some questions.”
Groot chuckled and handed over the book- the page they needed already bookmarked.
“I am Groot.”
Rocket grabs the book and opens to the page Groot has bookmarked. “Mhm… Mhm… Mhm… Okay, well that's flarking stupid. We seriously switched personalities? Gods I was a fucking wimp?” Rocket covers his snout with the book and groans. “Okay! Okay! Are we good now?”
“I am Groot.”
“Oh good. Our egos are just damaged” Rocket mumbles in the book, still actually reading about the book. “Phew, thank flark we didnt switch bodies! That would have been worse than the death side effect.”
“Death!?” Quill squawked, snatching the book from Rocket- reading it over.
“Wait- its name is just- Swap Pollen? Well that's stupid.”