Rocket and Torch
Based off the first issue of the new Rocket Raccoon comic. Rocket makes a new friend, in the form of pretty boy Johnny Storm. But is the Human Torch tough enough to handle him?
Flark this planet! First Carol has them come all the way across the galaxy to help her win an argument with Stark. Then, she gets HIS SHIP BLOWN UP!!! So he tries to make the best of it, even feeds a hungry humie that the other humies neglected. But no, flarkin' Terrans can't handle an offworlder trying to help out! He didn't even kill any of the scum he shot at. Why do these humie police gotta hound him? Oh... And what the hell's a skunk!
Whatever! At least Ben Grimm's old friend Johnny Storm showed up when he did, otherwise there'd be a whole lot of dead Earther cops in piles around Rocket right now. The "Human Torch" whisked the "not-a-raccoon" away, telling the cops he was "Avengers business". Now Rocket was standing in Storm's quarters, high up in the Inhuman capital/fortress/palace thing. Weird place, the politics were complex and annoying, but the view was nice.
"I guess you can cras- er, stay here til you get a new ship lined up," Johnny began, changing his phrasing when Rocket's teeth bared, "Do you have any idea how long-?".
Rocket crossed the room and climbed onto one of the Storm's cushioned chairs, "Don't know. This primitive mudball ain't got the tech for me to slap together a new one, much less get us anywhere that would in less than a decade".
Johnny moved towards his bathroom, removing the top of his costume, revealing a lean build beneath; muscular, but not overly so. Rocket couldn't take his eyes off him, the pretty boy reminded him of Quill.
Unfortunately, Storm decided against removing his pants in front of Rocket, "Man, that sucks, if Reed were still around then maybe-".
Rocket shook his head, "Ah forget about it. Carol said she'd contact the Shi'ar about a ride. We'll be offa this rock in a few weeks, tops," he said as he leaned back in the chair, eye's locked on Storm as he moved about the room. "Well, that works then. I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, there's food in the other room if you're hungry, or-".
Rocket hopped down and padded toward Storm, "Nah, I'm good on food. Still got some... ber-gers? from earlier. Think I'll join you instead, got something sticky stuck in my tail back in the subway".
"Whoa, wait, what!? Join me? In the shower?", Storm stuttered as the "not-a-raccoon" reached him and began pulling off his jumpsuit.
"Yeah, what's the problem? We're both dirty, we both fit, why waste the water?", Rocket said, crossing his furred arms.
"I-it's not about the water, I-I-I just-".
Rocket rolled his eyes, "You humies need get over yourselves. I've seen parts of aliens so disgusting they'd make Galactus blush. You ain't got nothing that will bother me. Now get your sweaty ass in there". Rocket said shoving against Storm's knees.
Johnny blushed hard, but let himself be directed into the bathroom. He reluctantly unfastened his pants, making sure to not look down at Rocket as he also dropped trou, and stepped into the shower. He felt fur brush against his leg as the glass door shut behind him. He couldn't believe he was showering with an alien raccoon. A MALE alien raccoon. No way Ben could find out, he'd never hear the end of it. He turned on the water, mostly to avoid looking at Rocket.
"What is that, pipes?!", Rocket blurted out, startling Johnny as the hot water started flowing,"Flarkin' mudball! Even the most primitive prisons I've been in at least had sonic showers".
Despite himself, Johnny found his eyes drawn to the raccoon. Rocket's indignation doing little to keep his eyes from wandering further. "Prison? So you were in prison? In space? Space prison?".
Rocket actually smiled at that, the first Johnny had seen, "Oh yeah! I tend to get into trouble every now and then. It's actually how I met Groot. And Quill. And three of my exes".
Johnny raised an eyebrow at this. How many women had this little thing been with? His eyes once again drifted lower, this time curious to know if the little guy was "big enough" to back up those claims. To his surprise, the space raccoon was actually well equipped. Nothing ridiculous, but impressive none the less.
After a moment, Johnny realized he had been staring and tried to break the silence, "Well then, I guess i had better not drop the soap".
"The flark's a soap!?", Rocket replied.
Johnny chuckled and handed him the bar. Rocket stared at it for a second, sniffed it, then looked up at Johnny. "You get it wet, then rub it into your skin, or fur, in your case".
Rocket rolled his eyes again, but silently did as instructed, rubbing the bar against his left arm. Johnny watched for a moment, then crouched down, "Here, let me get your back for you".
"Er, yeah. Thanks", replied Rocket, as he turned to face away from Storm, giving him better access.
Too bad, too. He had been enjoying Storm ogling his loins. Pretty boy, just like Quill. Probably the same hang ups as Quill, too.
"So Storm", Rocket began as he leaned into Johnny's scrubbing hands, "You a lady's man? Quill was a lady's man".
Johnny chuckled lightly, "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Wait... was?".
"Oh yeah. He only had eyes for the lady aliens... at first. Of course that's the thing with aliens: eventually they get TOO alien. One too many times waking up next to something not female, hell, not even male either, and you just settle for whatever looks pretty enough. Less hassle that way".
Johnny gulped as he reached Rocket's lower back, "I-I guess that makes sense".
Storm paused for a moment having reached Rocket's tail. Should he? Would Rocket get mad? He decided to risk it, "So Star-Lord gets around then?".
Rocket went stiff for a moment as Storm started in on his tail. He didn't like people touching his tail. Well, people other then Quill. And even then, only in private. But he suppressed his rage, he felt this was going somewhere."Oh yeah, he's been with Gamora, Drax, Mantis, Cosmo, Howard one time, even tried to bed Groot once. Had to spend three hours pulling splinters out his arse".
Johnny sputtered, thrown off guard by this last bit of information. "R-really! He was with everyone!? Kind of a slut, yeah?".
Johnny regretted that as soon as it slipped out. Peter Quill was one of Rocket's dearest friends, he shouldn't insult him like that in front of him.Luckily Rocket didn't seem to mind, "Hah! Yeah! Especially after a night of drinking. He would start getting kissy faced with any warm body within arm's reach! Most creatures can't resist him when he's slushed".
Johnny smirked as he worked on Rocket's fluffy tail. He'd managed to get a wad of gum in it, "Even you?".
"Oh yeah. Hard to just sit in your room all by your lonesome while the captain's having a drunk orgy with the rest of the crew", Rocket replied, a little nervous, but glad that Storm had yet to be repulsed by there naked conversation.
A little more, and he might not have to scour the planet for a non-human prostitute. Not that they'd likely take his space money anyway., "When you don't know if you'll be turned into paste by Thanos, or Galactus, or the Brood, or the Badoon the next day, you tend not to let a little thing like gender or species stop you from having a good time".
Johnny managed to remove the gum with minimal damage to the surrounding fur, and stepped out of the shower for a moment to toss it in the trash.
When he turned back, he found Rocket standing there with his arms crossed, "So we gonna do this or what?".
Johnny nearly slipped on the tiles, not expecting such a blunt request.
"But I- but you-", he sputtered at the annoyed space raccoon. Rocket rolled his eyes and motioned to Johnny, "You're hard. I'm hard. What's the problem?". Storm looked down at his erection, then at Rocket's, then back to his own. Dammit.
"All right. But I'm tired of being on the defensive here", Johnny said before suddenly lifting Rocket up and pinning his back to the shower glass.
Far from distressed, Rocket gave him a toothy smile, "Oh yeah! Now we're talking! Give me all you got, pretty boy!".
Johnny paused for a moment, making Rocket think he was losing his nerve, "Fine, but I ain't holding back, little guy!".
Storm lined himself up and slammed forward, burying himself balls deep in the space coon. Rocket pretended to wince for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, "That's it, humie, don't hold back! Or I might just blast ya!".
Storm paused for a moment, partly to get used to Rocket's tight and soft tailhole, and partly to consider if he was serious. One look into the space coon's beady red eyes told him all he needed to know. He pulled his hips away from Rocket's, leaving just the tip in, before slamming back in. Rocket's eyes fluttered and rolled back a little, clearing enjoying the experience. There was just something so hot about turning a pretty boy lady's man. They're so used to being dominate. Rocket liked dominate.
Cause he was dominate, too! Rocket leaned in and sank his teeth into Johnny's shoulder, while simultaneously digging his claws into the man's side.
Johnny yelped, halting his thrusting. Rocket growled and started bouncing up and down, glaring into the human's eyes.
Storm almost lost his nerve, but then reminded himself that he was the dominate one, not the space rodent. He tightened his grip on Rocket's hips and slammed into him, forcing the smaller male to move at HIS pace. Rocket smiled as best he could with his jaws embedded in Storm's shoulder. This was how he liked it, fighting for dominance, venting all that pent up rage. That being said, he knew he wasn't gonna be to overpower Storm. So instead he left the thrusting to the him, and focused on his torso instead.
Rocket released his jaw from Storm's shoulder, instead moving down to lap at his left nipple.
"H-hey!", Johnny yelped, caught off guard.
The space coon started to suckle him, nibbling at the nipple like a hungry, teething child would a mother. The human's indignation was cut off when Rocket raised a paw up and pinched Johnny's right nipple, hard.
"Yeeaaarrghhh!". He glared down at Rocket, only to receive a cocky smirk in return. "Oh, that's how you wanna play it, huh?!", Johnny hissed.
He let go of Rocket's hips, allowing him to be braced against the (thankfully reinforced) glass. Storm then grabbed Rocket's striped tail roughly, using it to yank him up and down with each thrust.
Rocket's nostril's flared. NO ONE yanks his tail! He returned Johnny's glare, adding in a growl, and bit down hard. Storm yelled out, arching his back.
In a mix of extreme pain and pleasure, Johnny yanked Rocket down onto his cock, his orgasm erupting into the coon's small body. Rocket was forced to release his jaw, his own pleasure and pain induced back-arching accompanying his own orgasm.
His bowels flooded with human seed, while his own sprayed all over himself and Johnny's face and chest. Both males cried out as their orgasms lasted nearly half a minute, before Johnny felt his knees give out and they both tumbled to the shower floor.
They both gasped for air, feeling Rocket's semen being washed off by the hot water. Rocket rested a paw on his slightly distended stomach as human semen trickled out of his rear, "Hah... hah. Whoo! Didn't think... you were gonna make there, Storm. Even Quill couldn't... keep pace with me our first time. And he's half alien".
Johnny lied there in a stupor, "I can't believe I just fucked a raccoon".
Rocket huffed, but let the remark slide, "Don't tell me you regret it now".
Storm turned to look at Rocket, the angle giving him a good view of his handiwork dripping out of the alien raccoon's tailhole, "No! No. I just... I never would have...".
Johnny looked Rocket in the eyes, "That was incredible! We gotta do it again sometime!".
Johnny then noticed the blood coming off his shoulder and nipple, "Uh, you don't have rabies, right?".
Rocket laid back, laughing, "Flarkin' pretty boys!".
An hour later Rocket was running from Kraven the Hunter, wishing he could have just ignored when Johnny had told him the superpowered-canine Lockjaw was "just a pet". Sure he would be going against his morals staying with a human who didn't really see animals as people... but at least he wouldn't be being chased around New York City in a pair of Johnny's underwear by some dominance obsessed maniac!!!