Rocket fiddles with the cold metal beam underneath the control panel. The wrench he twists slips out of his hand and hits him in the face.
He lets out a grunt. "Damn console."
Across the cockpit, Peter hears his cry.
"Hey", he says, "why don't you take a break while I try to fix it?"
"Ha," Rocket exclaims, "That's a laugh. Like you know shit about my launch thruster control rigging."
"I just wanted to let you clear your head a second. Damned trash panda."
"What's a panda?" Rocket frowns, disgruntled.
"Something with a more productive life than you apparently." Peter mutters under his breath.
"Ay I HEARD THAT!" Rocket cries.
"I'm gonna beat the shit outta you."
"Easy there! Come on. We don't need to fight," Peter says to calm his shipmate.
"Fine. I just wanted my wrench anyways."
Rocket goes back to fixing the wiring controls. Peter stands watching intently.
Peter rarely watched rocket work. He had never noticed the scar under Rocket's chin before. It looked like claw marks. Peter watched as Rocket removed a bolt from the control box and yanked off the lid.
"Finally." Rocket grunted
For some reason, Peter was beginning to feel aroused. There was something attractive about such a little animal with a feisty attitude and raw strength. Peter looked down for a second and noticed a bulge in the front of Rocket's jumpsuit.
He had occasionally seen Rocket's dick during a shower, or while changing clothes before a mission.
In the washroom, Rocket had no boundaries. Rocket actually got into the shower while Gamora was bathing once. She screamed and he laughed. They weren't on speaking terms for weeks.
But peter had never looked at Rocket with such curiousity. He wondered if Rocket ever got turned on by him- but before he could conclude that thought, Rocket grunted. Peter realized he had been staring at Rocket's pants tent for quite a while.
Rocket glances over and notices Peters wandering eyes.
"Hey, Quill. Do me a favor and hand me the socket set if you're just gonna stand there."
"Okay."
"And uh, in the future, if you're gonna stare at my crotch, at least buy me dinner first," Rocket laughed.
Peter blushed. "I wasn't staring at your-"
"Want a better look at it?" Rocket laughed as he began to unzip his pants.
"Oh SHIT" thought Quill.