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"Rocket's Rocket"

"Damn razza-frazzin' implants..."

Rocket made his way drunkenly along a long, dark corridor. The swirls of colors in his mind making it feel like his head was spinning off his neck and he kept on trying to adjust it and hold it in place as he continued down the hall. He had been with Peter Quill; Starlord, to be precise only twenty minutes ago---or was it more an hour ago? Drinking pretty heavy, even for him as his belches felt like they were burning holes in his lungs. Rocket scrambled against the wall and shrieked as he just realized it was there. "W-where did you come from?" He asked the wall. "S'cuse me..." He muttered incoherently as he stumbled past the offending obstacle and squinted his eyes at the paint marking the docking bays. "Where did I park the Milano?" He asked as the numbers began to divide and bounce around in his vision, causing him to squint even harder, then rub his eyes. "What the fuck was in them drinks?"

He had a feeling that the ship was left, but his feet developed a mind of their own and headed him right instead. Peter did warn him that this out-of-the-way place had some pretty strong drinks, but being a macho-sort-of-guy, Rocket blew off the human's warnings and ended up so wasted that he wasn't even sure where he was going anymore. Every corridor looked like the one he had just exited, then the one after that looking completely different. The lighting was a blur to him, everything settling in darkness as he gave a hiccup and his lungs shoved bile up into his throat, which he promptly spit out. "Fuckin' disgusting..." He murmured. "Why'd I let--*hic* Peter talk me into those drinks?"

He knew why; he totally knew why, but his mind was too on fire to even think straight.

"Nnh! AHH! Fuck!"

The grunting and moaning from the next corridor piqued Rocket's curiosity and as he rounded the corner, he watched two Centaurian males out in the open just fucking. There wasn't much of their blue skin visible; mostly what of it he could see was below the waist, it seemed that they couldn't wait until they got to their own room or ship before deciding that was the appropriate place. The raccoon's red, beady eyes peered at the males engaged. The one pinning the other against the wall was thrusting so hard that he was practically sending the other one up in a vertical direction. Their moans echoed; the sounds of penetration reaching Rocket's ears in such a way that it could be disgusting. But the smell of sex was doing something to him, as he inhaled the salt-scented atmosphere, the raccoon's own uniform sprouted a stern tent; one that he cupped in almost sheer embarrassment but instead, he just held his paw there. Now there was something he could get into; but not with these guys, the idea of getting their fluids on him almost disgusted Rocket, but the scene was definitely turning him on. "Nngh...damn implants." He'd repeated his earlier statement just above a mutter now as he continued on his journey toward the docking bays.

Dock number 089 sparked Rocket's memory as he absently bumped into the wall containing those numbers. He remembered Peter recounting that was the year on his Earth that he had been taken from Earth by Yondu. Rocket rolled his eyes, remembering how he chided Peter for reminding them "yet again" that he wasn't from their part of the galaxy and he snickered in spite of himself at the joke. "C'mon Peter, you need to get some new material." He said to himself. As the bay door opened, he could see the Milano parked on the far side of the dock. As he made his way toward it, he spotted Groot rise from his seated position beside the ship and stare at him. "I am Groot?" He spoke in a deep, guttural, yet pleasant voice.

"I'm fine, Groot. I just came back to--get a few things." Rocket wobbled on his feet as he came to a standstill in front of the tree giant.

"I am Groot."

"Of course I'm a little drunk!" Rocket bemoaned as he tried to step around Groot's legs, still somewhat hiding the throbbing erection pressed against his suit. "Hell I'm more than just a little drunk...you should go to Peter, tell him you wanna try the "Galaxy Boomer" HA! It'll knock you on your stubbly tree butt!"

Groot raised an eyebrow at the raccoon, then slowly turned his head. "I am...Groot?"

"Course you don't got a stubbly butt, it's big... huge even! I just need you to get the fuck outta my way."

"I am Groot!"

"Look, I know Peter didn't want you to let anyone onto the ship, but I'm not just anyone--"

"I am Groot."

"He said 'especially me'? That--that's hurtful. Look, I ain't gonna try and fly it, okay? I Just gotta get something outta my cabin, I'll be five--" He blinked and could feel his cock leaking from within his suit now. "T-ten minutes top, okay?"

"I am... Groot?"

"Do I promise? What do I look like? You think I'm even in a condition to fly this heap outta here? I'd blow myself up!" Rocket stared at the tree giant whose gaze turned to a glare. "Okay! If that's what it takes, I fuckin' promise. Now can I get on the ship?"

"I am Groot." Groot said after a moment's pause with a nod.

"Jeez thanks, Groot. You're the best." Rocket said as he stepped past the giant and tugged at his lower regions to give his cock some room. "Listen, I wasn't kiddin' though, you gotta try that drink. I'll keep an eye on the ship and I'll be sure to lock it up when I'm done, okay?"

Groot looked one direction, then the other before smiling and putting his hand behind his neck. "I am Groot." He nodded again before turning around and starting to make his way down the corridor.