Round One
ROUND ONE CLOSED. NEW ROUND TO OPEN SATURDAY @ 12 PM.
ROUND TWO: http://guardian-kink.livejournal.com/2727.html
We are primarily a Guardians of the Galaxy kink meme, but all MCU fandoms are welcome so long as Guardians of the Galaxy is in some way represented.
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ROUND TWO: http://guardian-kink.livejournal.com/2727.html
We are primarily a Guardians of the Galaxy kink meme, but all MCU fandoms are welcome so long as Guardians of the Galaxy is in some way represented.
Rules List:
1. Your Kink Is Not My Kink (YKINMK) is in full-effect. If you don't like ( Read more... )
"Oh, yeah, this is everything I've ever wanted. Not swimming in my very own bottomless pool of units, nope, that would have been stupid."
"It would have been a waste of a wish, and you are pleasing to the eyes," Drax said as he poured out some Xandarian ale, which Rocket seized and downed in one gulp. He wiped his mouth, then stared at the back of his furless hand. "I had thought of Terrans as dull-witted and ordinary, but now I see that you are an aesthetic specimen. I was wrong for doubting your people, Quill."
"Uh, thanks?"
"You're welcome."
Hiding a smile, Gamora put her own drink to her lips. "Aren't you a little pleased?"
Rocket shrugged. "I mean, it ain't the worst thing I could be. Could've turned into a slug, or an Askavarian, so at least my heart's not totally insane."
"If you had turned into an Askavarian, Quill would have done much rejoicing."
"How do you misinterpret, 'Can we never talk about that again?' I - I thought I made that as straightforward as possible." Peter valiantly wished his ears didn't choose this exact moment to turn red. They didn't listen.
"I am Groot."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Rocket said. "I should be looking on the positive side. I mean, at least now when I stand up I can look most of you. Right in your big ugly eyeballs." Almost pointedly, he turned to look at Peter, raising his brows.
"Uh, yeah," Peter said, averting his gaze. Which, of course, fell down to Rocket's package. "Well, I think that's enough excitement for me. I'm going to bed, goodnightandsleeptighteveryone." As he turned and walked away, he heard Gamora behind him say, "Why are you all looking at me? I don't understand him either."
Tossing and turning in his bunk, Peter tried not to think about Rocket's ass, toned thighs, and the slight curl of his hair. Peter tried valiantly not to imagine Rocket's cool blue stare searing into him as he bent Peter's legs back and fucked him slowly, riding him instead of Groot and in a very different way, all through the night.
Much like a lot of things in his life that he attempted to do, the great Star-Lord failed.
He surmised, just like everyone else, that Rocket's frustration had been a cover for joy. He grumbled and growled and occasionally curled into a ball for a few days, looking much more awkward than adorable, but Peter also caught him peering into mirrors, pulling at his lips, his cheeks, and hair. Peter had to turn away once Rocket started flexing his biceps and laughing maniacally.
Rocket also had to get used to always walking around on two long legs instead of occasionally scampering around on all fours. He constantly interrupted his own humming as he built new weapons, grousing about his huge new hands and the way he couldn't fit them into small places. Peter's mind just wandered to where Rocket could put his new Terran digits.
Gamora and Drax welcomed Rocket's change; they had a new sparring partner and eagerly taught Rocket hand-to-hand combat. Rocket wasn't too keen on the lessons at first, but kept up well enough, and Peter watched with Groot from the sidelines. Rocket started out awkwardly and cursed up a storm every time he was laid flat on his back - a position Peter thought suited him well - but quickly started moving with the same fluidity he did as a raccoon, using his wits more than his mass. Once, Drax invited Peter to spar with them, but Peter declined, fearing he'd pop a boner in front of everyone if he just so happened to pin Rocket to the mat.
When Rocket took his shirt off to spar Drax one day, Peter had to excuse himself and hastily beat one off in the shower, berating himself the whole time. First Gamora, now Rocket. As much as Peter wanted to screw two of his companions, he didn't want to screw things up with them. He liked his new family, and didn't want to lose it just because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Anyway, he wasn't catching any vibes from Rocket, so he figured it was a one-way street. Good. That had eased things between he and Gamora. Soon enough, he and Rocket would wind up as bros too.
The best Terran bros, Peter thought as he came, hard, against the shower wall, thinking about Rocket doing the same inside of him.
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Gamora and Groot tended to Drax as Peter stepped outside the cave to get some fresh air. Even he knew how weak the excuse was, since the air was anything but fresh and barely even qualified as air, but the others seemed preoccupied with a delirious Drax, who was calling out for his wife and her whip. All the more reason for Peter to slip out. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he needed some space to process everything.
Once he got about a minute away from the mouth of the cave to a small patch of dirt, Peter took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, put his headphones on, then played a song in the middle of his mom's second Awesome Mix, letting the rhythm wash over him. Yeah, this was exactly what he needed. Not Rocket's cock.
Definitely not Rocket's cock in the crevice of his ass, pulsing against his lubed up skin and then sliding down lower to -
"Look, I know you're not full of the brightest ideas, but standing out here takes the cake."
Peter couldn't help but jump. Rocket had lifted one of his headphones to talk directly in his ear as he came up behind Peter, who nearly sent his precious Walkman flying into a bubbling pool of orange liquid five feet away.
"What the hell, man?" he hissed, clutching his prized possession to his chest as he willed his heart to stop jackhammering.
Snickering, Rocket moved to thankfully stand next to Peter. "Always wanted to do that."
"And now that you have, you don't ever need to again." Peter quickly stuffed his Walkman into his knapsack. Once he had it safely tucked away, he wished he had something to do with his hands.
"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, it shouldn't take too long for the big guy to bounce back," Rocket said, crossing his arms over his chest as he followed Peter's gaze up to the shimmering red sky. "Sooner we get the hell off this deathtrap, the better."
"I feel you," Peter said, then winced as he mentally pushed away exactly what he'd like to feel between his legs and lips.
For a newly-turned human, Rocket's eyes still possessed that familiar, all too clever glint of his previous form. "Something bothering you? You been acting weird since this whole thing with me happened."
"Nah. I just... Guess it's taking some time to adjust to the brand new you, is all." It wasn't a lie. Stealing a sidelong look at Rocket, Peter admitted, "I guess it's nice, y'know, having someone around who looks like me and isn't one of those stuffed up Xandarians."
"You haven't met another humie?" Rocket sounded strangely incredulous. Like he actually cared. "Not since..."
"Yeah. Honestly, I didn't feel much of a need to. But like I said, this is pretty cool. I mean, you're getting used to it, right?"
Rocket drew in a deep breath. "Look, if anyone asks, I didn't say nothing, but this is pretty much the best I've felt since I can remember. I mean, life hasn't totally sucked since I met Groot, but this up here is a whole new perspective. Yeah, there are things I can't do anymore, but a whole bunch of other things I can do. And I've been wondering, you know, if... I..."
Peter nodded in understanding. "You don't think you deserve this."
A long pause passed between them, and Rocket said, "Yeah."
"Well, between you and me, out of all of us, you deserved getting your biggest wish granted the most."
"You're fucking with me, Quill."
Oh, if only. "No, I'm serious. Gamora and Drax, you know they'd only want Thanos to drop down dead, but they wouldn't get any real satisfaction from such an easy kill. Groot - I'm not even sure what Groot wants, maybe to grow a couple of shoulder flowers? Or a new gun for you, one you could always just make yourself. And me..." He thumbed the outline of his Walkman over his knapsack. "It wouldn't be right, what I'd want."
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Peter felt his chest constrict and the muscle in his jaw tighten, but moved past it. He drew in a deep, calming breath, and said, "What I'm saying is, it's better to let go of some things, some people, because they'll always be with you anyway. But getting a second chance, well, that's different. And that's what you earned. Maybe. My advice is to just embrace it."
They were quiet again for at least a minute, gazing up at the roiling red skies and swarms of murderous somethings in the distance, and Rocket said, "Look, Quill, I'm -"
Suddenly, a six-foot long eel with antlers and a large mouth rimmed with razor-sharp teeth leaped out of the orange pool, shrieking and rippling in the air right toward Peter.
Rocket dove, knocking him to the ground as the eel sailed over their heads. Dazed, Peter coughed in the dirt as Rocket rolled off of him and pulled a miniature gun from one of his thigh holsters, firing point blank at the shrieking eel.
It exploded in a burst of yellow and green, then Rocket rushed over to stomp on the rest of its wriggling remains. "That... was the second time I ever tried apologizing to someone, and you go and interrupt me!" he yelled as he put his boots to the wasted monstrosity. When he was done, he turned back, panting slightly, to look at Peter.
"Apology accepted," Peter said weakly, and Rocket smiled his first human smile as Groot hurried over to check on them.
After the whole sordid affair, after they got the stupid thing they risked their lives for dozens of times and ended up being paid with more skulls in brightly colored jars than units, Peter hit his bunk like a rock. Maybe when he'd wake up, he'd realize this had all been a very bad dream, the only good part of it being his talk with Rocket - oh yeah, being saved by him was an upside, too. He dwelled upon that as he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke not too long later, strong arms wrapped around him and shallow breathing on his neck. He was so startled that he thought he was still having a nightmare. "Drax?" he whispered.
"Really? Really, Quill? I'm offended, honestly."
Peter hesitated, his face flushing as Rocket tightened his grip around him. "Rocket? What are you doing?"
"It's frickin' freezing in here. All over the ship. Since I don't got my luxurious fur coat anymore and all you got for an extra blanket is a ratty towel full of holes - I don't ever wanna know - I needed to improvise. Now scoot over or I'm gonna fall off. Unless you want me to go get Mr. Destroyer of Dreams to lull you with his deadly snores."
"What? No." Peter slid over so he was up against the wall of the bunk. Rocket followed, pressing to his back even closer, his breath falling a little heavier on the nape of Peter's neck. Peter's heart started doing double time and soon after, his dick started to wake up too, straining against his underwear. Great, just great. This was exactly what he needed to round out the day.
Rocket sighed, wriggling close against Peter and... Yeah, he was pretty sure that was Rocket's erection pressed up against his ass. Tensing up, Peter wondered if Rocket was going to pull away, or turn one of his guns on him.
Instead, he groaned, "Oh, yeah," right into Peter's ear, the vibrations shooting straight down to his balls.
"Rocket? You, uh, okay there?"
"You know, for someone who saved the whole galaxy, you're kind of an idiot."
Huffing a little indignantly, Peter hissed, "Then what are you spooning me for, man?"
"Feels good, that's why. Thought you might've been sending me signals, but if this ain't copacetic -"
"-No, no," Peter quickly assured him. "I mean, yeah. It's fine. I wasn't sure you even... You know."
"Kinda was a little busy for a while, what with the whole figuring out how to be a different species. Yours, in fact." Before Peter could think of a response, Rocket was suddenly straddling him, hands pushing up the hem of Peter's T-Shirt as he rocked against him. "Think I made the right choice, after all."
Peter nodded, opening his mouth to agree, but as he did, Rocket leaned down to kiss him.
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Rocket's face was partly flushed, his hair damp and mussed, and his lids at half mast. Peter was almost taken aback at the sight. The griffin had done a bang-up job, but there was still Rocket in the man who was now thrusting against Peter. Deep down, he was still that same whip-smart, foul-mouthed rogue. Although he was as curious with Peter as with any array of random mechanics, his touch was firm but not painful, experimental but not cold.
Peter held onto Rocket's waist with his larger hands, moving them a couple times to guide Rocket's hips as he hummed. He tried jerking off Rocket, but he seemed content enough just rolling his hips repeatedly, as he palmed Peter's muscles, changing the pace from frenetic to languid, pressing himself down hard on Peter's erection. Rocket panted as he bucked and gathered a fistful of Peter's hair in one hand. They both muffled their groans and grunts of pleasure as much as they could, but Rocket let a few uninhibited growls slip as he rode on top of his shipmate, making his wish come true. A small part of Peter wanted more, wanted Rocket inside of him, pumping into him, but Peter knew that - along with doubled-up showers where he could put his mouth to work on Rocket - would come later. Literally.
They were only getting started tonight.
The harder Rocket bore down on him, the friction between their cocks increased, and they quickened, and as Rocket suddenly fell forward to bury his face into the crook of Peter's shoulder, he gasped. Peter swore he could see purple light behind his eyelids as he came. Rocket followed soon after and Peter held onto his back, running his hands up to his firm shoulders and then down to grip Rocket's ass as he shuddered above Peter.
When the tide ebbed, Rocket pulled back just to look at him, and that was when Peter knew. He had a feeling Rocket realized the same thing. They both knew why Rocket had chosen to be human, and instead of feeling embarrassed, or a little fearful like whenever his marks started talking marriage or cages or fertilizing him, Peter felt at peace.
They kissed once more, then again, and Rocket sighed in satisfaction, returning to his previous position with his leg swung over Peter's and one of his hands circling Peter's exposed waist. Before long, they'd dirty up the Milano again in no time.
He thought Rocket would promptly fall asleep, but as he nuzzled the back of Peter's neck, he talked. Rocket had done a lot, a lot of talking since they first met, but this was one of those rare times he seemed to put real meaning and emotion, behind it.
"I used to look at others, you know, people together doing their stupid couple and breeder shit, and I'd think, 'I won't have that.' You know? I could never do what they do. Me and Groot, just us two together was enough for me, but I got a little raw sometimes, and then I got mad. Then I just didn't care anymore.
"And now, look at me! I can... I think we can have it all, Quill. Us, Groot, the two maniacs." Rocket chuckled, and Peter put his hand over Rocket's. He didn't hear that usual, audible vein of secret sorrow, of loss and pain and self-disgust. "Best of all, I'm not a monster anymore."
"Like I told you before," Peter paused to turn his head and then whispered against Rocket's lips, "you never were one."
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I, I... *incoherent noises* I can't even begin to describe how perfect this story is!! I was over the moon when I saw that someone filled it but then reading it was all sorts of awesome!! Thank you!! :D
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Thank you so much!
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