Caught in the act
Peter catches Rocket having a private moment with himself. Rocket does not take it well.
All was quiet in the galaxy. Evil had been defeated (for now) giving the crew a much needed break. Rocket was the only one up, the rest of the crew having gone to bed. He was not tired so he decided to tinker with one of his guns to avoid boredom. He had taken it apart just to put it back together. He did this often. It kept him occupied as there was not much else to do. They had been on the ship for months now and the raccoon was going a bit stir crazy. The others seemed to be enjoying the downtime but Rocket was restless. He needed some action. He picked up the gun and smiled, pleased with his handiwork. He was not sure what time it was but he guessed it was late. He decided to try and get some sleep.
Rocket removed his uniform to get comfortable. He lay on his back and stretched out hearing his bones creak. He lay there for ages but could not sleep. Rocket then thought of something to do. It wasn't something he did very often but he figured relieving some tension would relax him and help him sleep. At least that's what he told himself. He wasn't human but he still had urges and desires like any other guy. Being stuck on the ship for so long made him lonely. He had his friends but he missed being intimate. He hadn't had much luck with the opposite sex since the experiments. Most of them just thought of him as cute and none of them wanted to get physical with him. He looked down at his genitals. They were the only part left of him that were human. His ball sack was covered in fur like the rest of his body but other than that they were the same.
He reached down and gave his balls a squeeze. He caressed the furred orbs gently, being careful not to scratch himself with his sharp nails. His penis quickly stiffened. The raccoon growled softly, wrapping the other paw around his shaft and stroking slowly. He hadn't done this for a while and he wanted to take his time and enjoy it. "Ah fuck yeah..." He tightened his grip and stroked a little faster, his other paw still caressing his swollen nuts. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah..."
Rocket knew he wouldn't last much longer. His paw moved faster and his hips thrust instinctively as he reached the point of no return. "Yeeeesssss..." He gripped the bedsheets tightly, his whole body tensing up as he climaxed, semen splattering over his chest and face. Seconds later he heard footsteps. And it sounded like whoever they belonged to was in a hurry to get away. He jerked up and looked to the door. He was so caught up in what he was doing he had not realized he had left it open. Had somebody seen him? "Ah fuck man! Fuck!"
Rocket awoke the next morning. He had not bothered cleaning himself up and his cum had dried into his fur overnight. He got out of bed and quickly headed to the shower to wash himself. He tried to figure out who the footsteps belonged to. He knew it wasn't Groot so that left one of the others. But who? He dried off, got dressed and headed to the main area of the ship. Peter was sat in his chair listening to one of his mixtapes.
"Hey."
Peter swivelled round so he was facing Rocket. "Hey."
Rocket studied his face carefully. He looked uncomfortable but was trying to hide it. Rocket knew that the footsteps he heard last night were his. And the look on his face told him he had definately seen what he had been doing. They stayed silent for what felt like forever. Rocket cleared his throat and broke the silence.
"Sleep well last night?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Uh, yeah I slept fine."
"Cool."
"Where are the others?"
"They're down in the training area."
Rocket tried to look normal but his face was burning up. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Peter looked just as uncomfortable. Rocket couldn't stand it anymore. He swallowed and cleared his throat again. "I... I heard somebody near my room last night."
Peter fidgeted and tried to act casual. "Yeah?"
"Yeah I heard footsteps. I know it wasn't Groot and I don't think it was any of the others."
"Oh yeah that was me. I walked past your room to get a drink. What about it?"
"You saw me didn't you?"
Peter tried to play dumb but Rocket was not convinced. "I know you saw me."
Peter turned off the music and stood up. "You are not gonna let this go are you? I was keeping quiet to try and spare your feelings but if you wanna go there we'll go there. Yeah you're right. I saw you. Happy now?"
"How long for?"
"I dunno. A second or two? I wan't counting. Anyway you brought the subject up. Maybe you could try shutting the door the next time you're jackin' off."
That last comment made Rocket angry. He was mostly angry with himself but he took it out on Peter anyway. "How about not pervin' on me homo? Like what you saw did ya?"
"Oh yeah I had a great time watching you jerk off," he replied sarcastically. "Fur really does it for me. Huge turn on. "
Rocket growled and bared his teeth.
"Or maybe I was just curious. Yeah I wanted to see if you had anything down there. You know after being torn apart and put back together?"
"Hey screw you ASSLORD!"
"Is that how you talk to the captian? The name is Starlord you little...
Peter cut himself off.
"Little what?"
"Nothing."
Rocket trembled with rage, his paws balled into tight little fists. He knew what Peter was going to say. It was a word he had heard many times before. A word that hurt more than anything physical ever could. The rest of the crew were all there now and wondering what was going on.
"Bullshit! You were gonna say freak weren't you? Go ahead and say it! Everybody else does! That's all I am isn't it? A little freak of nature! I didn't ask to be what I am!"
Peter rubbed his eyes mockingly. "Aw boo hoo, I hate myself! I'm a hairy little monster and nobody loves me! Change the freakin' record will you? That crap is getting pretty old now."
He waited for the next smartass comment but there was nothing. Rocket just stood and stared, his jaw quivering. Then he turned around and walked away.
The rest of the crew stood silently not knowing what to say.
"Show's over people. Go on, get outta here." Peter sat down and put his music back on. He knew he had hit a nerve with that last thing he said. He sighed. "Son of a bitch."
Rocket had been in his room for a while now. He sat on the edge of his bed feeling sorry for himself. The anger had faded leaving only sadness and guilt behind. He felt bad about laying into Peter the way he did and wished he had handled things differently. Wished he'd kept his big mouth shut and said nothing. He would never admit it but he looked up to Peter. Admired him. He heard a knock.
"Hey it's me. Look I'm really sorry I said those things. You're not a freak and you're not a monster. You're my friend. Can I come in?"
Rocket was in no mood to talk and he didn't want Peter to see him like this. "No. I just wanna be alone for now."
"Sure thing buddy. Take all the time you need."
"Hey Peter?"
"Yeah?"
He tried to think of the right words but his mind was blank. "Nothing."
He heard Peter walk away. He sniffled, fresh tears rolling down his face. "I'm sorry too buddy" he muttered to himself.