Peter was sat on his bed. He wasn’t really doing anything, he was just staring off into space.
Truthfully, he was still in shock. Not shock, that’s not the right word. Surprised. That sounds better.
Peter craned his neck towards his bedside table, checking the time. 2:39 AM, he mentally noted. His grandfather would be disappointed in his sleep schedule. But that didn’t matter, it’s not like he would know.
Though, this time, he had a reason to be losing sleep. Peter turned his head back around, and felt his eyes drifting towards the lump of blankets on his bed. It wasn’t just a lump of blankets, though.
It was Rocket. His best friend. His once best friend. Could they even be considered friends anymore? Were they a couple? Peter couldn’t shake that thought from his mind. Not in a bad way. Quite the opposite, actually.
Prior to this, they had found out they had feelings for each-other. Romantic feelings for each-other. The situation took them both by surprise. Rocket’s intentions were to just visit Peter, and Peter’s intention was to…just hang out with Rocket.
Then one thing led to another, then they were a tangle of limbs on the bed, kissing each-other as if it was their only chance.
Now, it was many hours after that, and Peter still felt like he was on cloud nine. He was light-headed.
He was burning up, he noticed. Probably from..prior events. He didn’t necessarily care though. He was too busy looking at Rocket. Peter was staring, and he didn’t wanna stop. It didn’t feel real.
Slowly, hesitantly, Peter reached out his hand, and placed it atop Rocket’s head. He slowly, gently, began petting. On instinct, Rocket leaned towards the touch in his sleep, nuzzling it, not unlike a cat. Peter could feel a smile creeping onto his face.
And then, Peter spaced out again. He imagined. Many different things. He imagined a future with Rocket. Nothing special, necessarily. Just the two of them, together. And that was enough for Peter. If Rocket was there, Peter was happy.
“Pete?” A tired voice croaked. Rocket’s voice.
Peter blinked. He froze his hand, before pulling back.
”Shit, sorry man—“ Peter could barely apologize before he felt Rocket’s paws atop of his hand.
”Hey, it’s okay.” Rocket drowsily replied, and Peter could’ve sworn he saw a faint smile on his snout.
”You sure? I mean, I don’t wanna, like, over-step your boundaries or whatever, so-“
”Peter, shut up. I love you, but shut up. I’m fine.” Rocket snickered, and Peter couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle back. He diligently put his hand back on Rocket’s head, and began stroking the fur. A low rumbling sound was heard.
”Rocket…are you-“
”Shut up. You don’t hear anything.”
”You’ve cut me off 500 times in the past two minutes.”
”And I’d do it again.”
Peter snorted, and he could faintly hear Rocket letting out a giggle.
He didn’t mention it.
Peter perked up when he heard blankets shuffling, and moved to the side to let Rocket fully sit up.
Their eyes locked, and there was silence. Not an awkward silence, just..staring at each-other, admiring one another.
Peter, as carefully as he could, took Rocket’s paw in his. He gently rubbed the leathery black surface with his thumb. Rocket tensed up, but quickly relaxed. Peter wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, Rocket reminded himself.
”Why?” Peter looked up at Rocket when he heard him.
”Why what?” Peter asked.
”Why me?” Rocket responded. It was such a simple sentence, only two words. Yet it made Peter’s heart hurt so much, knowing what Rocket was asking.
”Because you’re everything to me, Rock.” Peter responded, not once breaking eye contact. He would stare at Rocket’s eyes all day if he could.
”You already had..all that. You had Gamora.”
“I lost Gamora.”
”Am I just a replacement for her?”
”No. Never.”
Rocket sighed. He didn’t know why he was stressing. Peter loved Rocket, and Rocket loved Peter.
But what if I really am just a replacement for Gamora?
…
Rocket pushed the thought aside. He wouldn’t let his paranoia get in the way of this.
Slowly, very unsurely but not unhappily, Rocket reached his paws up to Peter’s face, and pulled him in for a kiss.
It was gentle. It didn’t take very long for Peter to lean into the kiss, letting his hands roam to Rocket’s waist. Rocket let out a soft whine, and Peter slightly hesitated.
It didn’t take him long to realize it was a pleasured whine.
Rocket let his paws creep into Peter’s hair, slightly tugging. Peter didn’t mind.
Kissing was a little difficult for them, due to the way Rocket’s snout was shaped. Neither of them cared at the moment.
Experimentally, Rocket flicked his tongue out, and Peter reciprocated. Slowly, Rocket gained more confidence, wrapping his arms around Peter’s neck. Peter was rubbing his hands up and down the expanse of Rocket’s torso, letting out whimpers.
Then as fast as it started, it ended. Rocket pulled away, his pupils dilated. He breathed heavily, mouth partially gaping.
”Holy shit.” Peter muttered. Rocket lightly huffed in laughter as a response.
Peter couldn’t find any words, but he didn’t think he needed any words. He was satisfied.
He lifted his head, and smiled. Rocket didn’t make an effort to mask the love in his eyes.
Rocket began shifting where he sat, nuzzling against Peter.
Again, carefully, Peter scooped Rocket into his arms, and pulled the both of them down onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Rocket, pulling him close.
Peter could die happy, just lying here with Rocket.
”I love ya, doofus.”
Peter smiled.
”I love you too, Rocket.”
Rocket smiled.