Across The Stars: Rocket's Human Heart - A Rocket Raccoon x Male OC Fanfiction

Chapter 7: The Edge of Desire

Disclaimer - SORRY THIS CHAPTER TOOK A MOMENT. I BEEN SO BUSY. I'LL MORE THAN LIKELY GO THROUGH AND RE-WRITE AT SOME POINT.

Ethan's eyes trailed back down to the Procyon's fleshy-member. He was left a little speechless over the mere sight of it. For Rocket's stature, he made up for it in other places. "Rocket..." Ethan whispered. "-You don't think... I mean... We're a little... Drunk, sure, but-"

"Hey," Rocket said gruffly, interrupting Ethan. "-I know what I want, and well... Maybe you can think of it as a forum of pay?"

Of corse, those words left a bitter taste in Ethans mouth, but it wasn't as if he had much of a choice. Rocket was going to get him back to Earth.

"Pay?" Ethan repeated those words. He was hesitant, but Rocket was here in his face, naked and straddling him.

"Yeah, payment, humie. I saved your ass, and with not much else to do, you mentioned having a boyfriend," Rocket shrugged, trying to sound casual, but deep down, there was a raw desperation for even a flicker of affection. It wasn't like he got much attention—if any at all. "Seems to me like you could use a little relief in more ways than one," he added, his voice low and almost hesitant as he took a deep breath, his heart racing beneath the bravado.

Part of Rocket was clinging to the hope that Ethan would oblige, not just for the physical pleasure, but because the alcohol had loosened his tightly wound defenses. Rocket had never seen himself as someone who could be tied down; hell, he struggled enough with his own self-image. The vulnerability of the moment was palpable, and he braced himself for the inevitable rejection, the shutdown he felt sure was coming.

"Look, you can say no, but that look in your eyes? It's telling me something different," Rocket continued, a teasing growl lacing his words, masking the nerves behind them. "Believe me, that's not something I'd flarkin' tell anybody." His voice wavered slightly at the end, revealing just how much this moment meant to him, even if he couldn't admit it.

Ethan's eyes wandered over the raccoon's furry form, taking in every detail as his hands rested gently on Rocket's sides. His mind drifted, trying to make sense of it all. Maybe this was normal—at least out here in the vastness of the galaxy. Everything had been so strange, so different from what he knew on Earth. Even the bustling streets of Xandar, with their array of unfamiliar faces and beings, had been overwhelming. But somehow, amid all the chaos, the only constant, the only companion he had was this raccoon.

Ethan couldn't help but wonder if this was just how things worked out here. The rules, the boundaries, everything was different, and in some odd way, Rocket had become his anchor in this unfamiliar universe. The connection they shared, however unexpected, felt strangely natural—like it was meant to be, even if it didn't make sense to him just yet.

Ethan's gaze drifted downward, settling on Rocket's throbbing cock, taking in the sight and even the faint scent of his arousal. Without hesitation, his hand moved, wrapping gently around it, the warmth of his touch igniting a spark between them.

"Fuck..." Rocket growled, the sudden touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. Ethan's fingers wrapped around his cock, soft yet firm, and Rocket's breath hitched, a mixture of surprise and desire.

Ethan's gaze softened as he watched Rocket's reaction, finding something intoxicating in the way the raccoon's face twisted with pleasure. He leaned in, his lips just inches from Rocket's, close enough for their breaths to mingle. "Maybe you're right," Ethan whispered, his voice a seductive murmur that sent a shiver down Rocket's spine.

Rocket's heart raced, his breath caught in his throat as he felt Ethan's hand work his shaft. The strokes were measured, knowing, as if Ethan had done this a thousand times before. "S-Shit..." Rocket gasped, his voice betraying the raw pleasure coursing through him. His paws clutched at Ethan's shoulders, claws grazing skin, the slight sting only adding to the intensity of the moment.