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My end of a trade with kuneho

Rocket and Blackjack find themselves on the end of a very boring escort mission, carrying some cargo whose details would even be too boring for them to talk about. Blackjack finds a way for both of them to relieve some stress and the boredom.", "writing": "“Captain’s log” A stoic-sounding blue bunny sat at the helm of a ship, some sort of voice recorder held with duct tape and glue in hand “Months have passed since we left for the planet Ventus, and we are still stuck in deep space”\n\nAn ear-splitting roar of static erupted from the recorder. It’s the owner flinching from the feedback. A plume of smoke and static soon began to rise from the recording device, the blue bunny tried his best to put out the small growing fire.\n\n“Blackjack! I told you to stop playing with that thing, I still haven’t gotten around to fixing it after the last time you broke it” From the blue bunny’s side was another chair at the helm, though this one had a rather grumpy-looking raccoon who was driving the ship “And what do you mean months? It’s been barely a day!”\n\nBlackjack O’hare, is a mercenary well-known for his striking silhouette resembling a blue bunny with robotic legs; he was now sitting comfortably and stoically in his partner’s ship. The latter looked grumpier than the bunny could’ve ever described.\n\n“Shhh my little raccoon!” Dipping the device in his partner’s coffee put out the fire but assured that there was no salvaging his past recordings “I’ve got it all under control! Just keep your eyes facing forward Rocky”\n\nRocket Raccoon, is another well-known mercenary and not an earth raccoon; no matter what other people may say. The raccoon was looking less than pleased as his partner continued to play captain, even after losing his ship over a game of cards back in Knowhere.\n\n“I don’t know how long my crew will last” Blackjack was laying it on thick, feigning weakness and even dramatically posing in his chair “I fear my second in command may have started to lose his sanity!”\n\nThe two had been partners for a while now, taking jobs both together and on their own, but they often met up back on Knowhere to regale the other with stories of their exploits. After being partners for so long, the two ended up being more than partners on more than one occasion.\n“I’ll show you losing sanity!” Rocket had luckily kept a level head and pulled Blackjack out of making more terrible bets, he was sure he heard Blackjack was about to bet the clothes on his back had he not gotten the drunk bunny home. “I’ve been stuck driving us through deep space the past five hours!”\n\nThe two took on a job just enough for Blackjack to get back his old ship, or a brand new second-hand ship if they were lucky enough. The blue bunny wanted to steal his old ship back, but Rocket insisted they just buy a new one rather than making Knowhere another no-go zone for the two lovebirds.\n\n“Not my fault you lost the bet” Dropping the captain's facade, Blackjack stowed his now broken recorder somewhere below his seat “BLEH!”\nBlackjack has always been more than privy to Rocket’s things, especially his ship. The two had spent a lot of nights more than intimate inside these durasteel and titanium walls. More often than not with Blackjack pressed up against one of these said walls.\n\n“Pshaw, I just let you win” Snarky was one word to describe how Rocket sounded, and Blackjack could only huff knowing all too well he was the worse pilot of the two “I knew you’d be too much of a bitch if it was YOU stuck driving this long”\n\nBlackjack pouted, the blue bunny knew better than to argue with Rocket, especially after being stuck behind the wheel for the better part of eight hours. With how long the two have been stuck in space, they’ve both exhausted all means of entertainment on Rocket’s ship. That is until a lewd thought crossed Blackjack’s mind.\n\n“I’ll show you a bitch” Without reproach, Blackjack lunged across the ship’s deck, flying straight at the actual captain’s chair “YAH!”\nRocket’s was soon face to face, or face to ass, with Blackjack’s plump backside. With his vision impaired, Rocket could only try to stabilize the ship as he could barely see anything past a twitching blue spade tail moving frantically over the console.\n\n“Blackjack, what’re you doing?!” Rocket’s face was red with embarrassment, not wanting to know how they looked from outside the cockpit “I don’t think you’ve noticed but I’m driving over here!”\n\nBlackjack’s hands were hard at work trying to undo everything between him and his goal. The first hurdle was the layers of safety belts that held Rocket down to his seat. Rocket’s penchant for seat belts might’ve just given a run for his money.\n\n“Don’t worry about it” Blackjack was giggling like a school kid, sure this wasn’t the first time he stripped Rocket of his pants, but it was the first time mid-flight “I’ll be sure to make it quick”\n\nDetermined not to crash their ship, Rocket was fighting for his life trying to peer over the blue bunny’s upturned ass. Every so often Rocket would feel a slight tickle as Blackjack’s tail continued to frantically flitter across his snout.\n\n“Cut the shit, Jackie!” Rocket had just narrowly missed a passing asteroid, as the giant space rock whizzed by the cockpit’s window, Blackjack had just successfully undone Rocket’s seatbelts “We can do this later!”\n\n“Or do you want us to be seen?” Blackjack could only shoot Rocket a shit-eating grin as he threw the seat’s buckles to the side “I’m down for whatever”\n\nRocket had always worn a simple flight suit, the kind with a single zipper running down the front. Yet much to Blackjack’s chagrin, the raccoon also wore a harness and an ungodly number of belts just to keep his tools on hand. This was a problem Blackjack was soon to remedy though.\n\n“I’m going to regret this” Silence soon followed after Rocket gave a defeated sigh “Just make it quick”\n\nAs quick as the blue bunny was as a lockpick, undoing his partner’s belts often took longer than any heist he had done in the past. Rocket had always joked that Blackjack only took his time to spend more time lying in front of Rocket’s crotch, little did he know just how right he was.\n\n“And voila” With the deft flick of a paw, Everything clinging to Rocket’s waist soon fell to the floor, and a heavy hollow ringing resounded through the almost empty ship as Blackjack was one step closer to his goal “Pants successfully unbuckled”\n\nBlackjack’s hands were soon running up and down Rocket’s midsection as he tried to find the zipper holding his prize. Soon enough he did, with a single motion befitting of a merc and thief of his caliber, Rocket’s flight suit was soon split down the middle, offering the sight of his cute tighty whities.\n\n“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this” Rocket continued to fly, trying his best not to crash both of them into an asteroid in the middle of nowhere “WOOOAH!”\n\nA playful knead here and a playful tug there, Blackjack played with Rocket’s exposed undies like it was some sort of instrument, and the raccoon moaned its notes. Rocket was often the dominant one of the two, and let’s just say being sucked off mid-flight was leaving him more vulnerable than he wanted.\n\n“Just focus on driving” Blackjack gave Rocket’s tenting underwear a playful kiss, enjoying how flustered the raccoon was in their position “And I’ll focus on you!”\n\nBlackjack pawed at the tent between Rocket’s legs, the noticeable wet spot on its peak spreading with every motion. Moans soon drowned out the droning sound of the ship’s engines as Rocket enjoyed his partner’s so-called “help”. Rocket was pent up, between all the jobs he just couldn’t find the time, and blowing his load all over his favorite blue bunny’s face seemed to take precedence as soon as Blackjack eagerly started stripping him.\n\n“Stop playing around Blackjack” Rocket’s toes curled as he called out Blackjack’s stalling “We don’t have all day”\n\nBlackjack was just as pent up as Rocket, without the raccoon, Blackjack could barely get off. He could still remember the last time Rocket just took him and went to town on his ass. It was a week ago behind a bar back on Knowhere, the dark alley gave them just enough cover to get a load off or two.\n\n“You don’t, you have to drive” Licking his lips like a hungry predator, Blackjack tugged at Rocket’s underwear, his buck teeth digging a hole into the worn white fabric “But I do!”\n\nA loud ripping sound filled the air, and it was gone as soon as it came. Rocket’s underwear was soon laid tatters on the floor as Blackjack eyed his prize. With the grace befitting of a gunman of his name, Blackjack spun himself and shimmied until he was in prime position to play with his pensive partner.\n\nBlackjack ended up kneeling between Rocket’s legs, the bunny’s own metal pair scraping across the floor. This was a position Blackjack was well accustomed to, yet it always felt like the first time for the blue bunny, the sight, the smell, always an indulgence that he loved to partake in.\n\n“What’re ya waiting for?” Rocket knew how to press Blackjack’s buttons, and he loved it “Go on, give it a lick”\n\nRocket’s cock stood tantalizingly close to Blackjack’s face. Beads of pre could be seen forming and leaking from its tip. Blackjack almost went cross-eyed just eyeing the damned pole that stood like the rigid monolith that it was.\n\n“Didn’t need to tell me twice” With a playful wink, Blackjack finally took Rocket’s cock in hand “My captain”\n\nBlackjack started with a playful lick. And he made sure to take in the salty bead of pre before it reached the base of Rocket’s member. Like he was licking an ice cream on a hot summer day, Blackjack went to work eagerly running his tongue up and down the cock that stood in front of him.\n\n“Ooooh, I like the sound of that” Rocket felt his entire body shiver as Blackjack ran his tongue up and down Rocket’s member, now painfully erect “Now get to it before I change my mind”\n\nRocket was humping air as Blackjack continued to lick up and down. Every motion made Rocket see stars, or at least more so than those already in front of him. Foreplay was never the raccoon’s strongest suit, but it was Blackjack’s. The blue bunny knew how to draw out any encounter with his partner, and he knew this would be a special one.\n\n“Aye aye sir” Licking his lips, Blackjack finally plunges his head and engorges Rocket’s “rocket” in his maw.\n\nTaking the entire length all at once would’ve been disastrous for anyone else, but Blackjack has had more experience taking on Rocket than he was well accustomed to the raccoon’s length. When the blue bunny felt the tip of Rocket’s member press against the back of his throat, he pulled back not wanting everything to end so abruptly.\n\nRocket was speechless, still driving, but speechless. Blackjack continued to bob his head, up and down, making sure to play and tease the raccoon as much as he could. The blue bunny’s member was hard under his flight suit. But that was the least of his concerns.\nLooking up, Blackjack couldn’t help but smile. He knew full well that Rocket was enjoying this as much as he was. After all, it wasn’t every day the two got together like this mid-flight. Moans and the sound of Rocket’s balls slapping against Blackjack’s chin soon filled the cockpit, drowning out the trill of the console and any signal that might’ve gone through. In this moment both mercenaries were focused on each other and nothing else.\n\nTime felt meaningless for the two, only pleasure remained. Blackjack felt his own need well up, and without a second thought, unzipped his flight suit, revealing his member trying to get out of its white cotton confines. Much smaller than Rocket’s endowment, Blackjack often blushed when he saw his member, thinking how small it must look next to Rocket’s.\n\n“Nuh uh not on my watch” Rocket was always a multitasker, but this seemed too much even for the blue bunny “Why don’t I try and take care of that while you use your hands somewhere else?”\n\nMuch to Blackjack’s surprise, before he could take his member in hand, he felt an all too familiar paw rub against his underwear. Looking up he could see Rocket smirk as he tried to focus on driving with all this hullabaloo going on.\n\n“No need to ask me twice” Without a second thought, Blackjack proceeded to use his hands in a more creative effort “Just make sure we don’t crash somewhere like last time”\n\nBlackjack’s hands traveled along Rocket’s torso, caressing and rubbing at the metal bits that poked through near his neck and abdomen. After giving a playful squeeze of Rocket’s ass, or whatever he could reach of it, his hands finally relented and ended up playing with the raccoon’s fuzzy orbs.\n\n“We barely crashed” Rocket’s voice was shaky, not out of fear but in pleasure. Sure he could rewire a gun, shoot it and turn it into a bomb without a second thought, but driving while getting sucked off and giving a paw job was another whole level of multitasking “We were in the hangar and I just accidentally turned on the engines”\n\nBlackjack’s boobing became faster, as did Rocket’s playful feet. With every bob, Blackjack buried his nose into Rocket’s crotch, practically pressing his pink nose into the mound of pubes that adorned Rocket’s crotch. A certain scent filled the blue bunny’s nose, a scent he often enjoyed when cleaning out Rocket’s old workshop. One he relished on nights left alone to take care of their place. Blackjack felt himself buckle in where he kneeled, the scent almost sending him reeling over the edge. Rocket’s paw pads didn’t help with that either.\n\n“I can feel you’re close Jackie!” Rocket felt himself get closer to the edge, but didn’t want to admit it to Blackjack, at least not yet “Don’t leave me hanging now y’hear! You started this after all!”\n\nRocket skillfully and playfully continued rubbing his paws against Blackjack’s crotch. At some point in their exchange he even removed the blue bunny’s undies from his crotch, sticky lines of pre coating the once pristine blue fur.\n\n“OOFFFCCRRSS!” affirmative moans came from the blue bunny as he continued to gag on his partner’s cock.\nFaster Blackjack went, his throat practically straining as he forced Rocket’s member deeper and deeper. He could feel his throat stretch with every attempt, trying not to gag he could only breathe through his nose, which gave him an even bigger whiff of Rocket’s scent.\n\nAnd with one final plunge, Blackjack took the entire length, pressing his face against Rocket’s crotch. The tightness his throat provided was enough to send Rocket over the edge. Letting go of the ship’s controls for all but a moment, Rocket was overtaken by a primal urge as he pressed Blackjack’s face closer to his crotch. The sudden plunge sent Blackjack over the edge as well, his member spurting its seed all over under Rocket’s seat.\n\nAs Blackjack’s seed was wasted on the cold metallic floor, Rocket’s was savored so to speak. Blackjack gulped heartily as Rocket proceeded to pump warm salty seed down the blue bunny’s throat. Each spurt of cum formed a bulge just under Blackjack’s throat. Blackjack would’ve choked then and there had he not been breathing through his nose.\n\nAs both furs were enjoying the afterglow of their climax, the ship slowly veered off course, but with Blackjack between his legs, Rocket ultimately forgot about their proper route, if at least for a little while. Silence filled the ship, that and their labored panting and moaning. Blackjack peeled his maw away from Rocket’s crotch, a line of the raccoon’s seed still connecting the two.\n\n“You got a little something over here” Rocket playfully smears Blackjack’s face in an attempt to clean the blue bunny’s face, only coating it further in his spent seed “Eh I think that’s a good look on you!”\n\nThe pair stared into each other's eyes, a tender moment caught between their lustful behavior. Rocket was the first to look away, be it the awkwardness of their positions or the fact that he was about to laugh at how stupid Blackjack looked, the blue bunny will never know.\n\n“Fuck off!” Blackjack pouted before standing up, he coyly inspected himself, as if presenting himself to Rocket to ogle at “Got any spare clothes?”\n\nBlackjack, still practically naked and covered in cum, just proceeded to sit in his co-pilot seat. Before Rocket could get a word edgewise, he could already hear the blue bunny snoring. Rocket thought to let his partner sleep, he did do most of the work after all.\n\n“Hailing vehicle number 6904” The ship’s speakers were soon overridden by the tinny sound of some bored beat cop finally finding something better to do “You are flying in Nova Corps Aerospace, please acknowledge”\n\nLooking up, Rocket could only stare agape as he was looking at Xandar. Blackjack was still a cum covered mess, so he couldn’t possibly be of any help in this situation. Rocket tried to fire up the thrusters only to find them conveniently caught in a Nova cruiser’s tractor beam.\n\n“Shit, must’ve taken a wrong jump point” Rocket stood at the console with his flight suit around his knees, trying anyway for them to get out of this “We can’t just fly away now can’t we?”\n\nXandar wasn’t a bad place per se. But word gets around fast, and Rocket did not want to be the butt of another joke when word gets around when a guardian of the galaxy was caught smuggling crystals illegally with his pants around his ankles and cock out.\n\n“Please respond and let us board immediately” The robotic voice tinned once more, an air of urgency palpable as you could feel their trigger finger just itching for a reason to shoot “If not we will open fire”\n\nRocket hadn’t had the best record when dealing with Nova Corps, or any law enforcement for that matter. Being a guardian of the galaxy had its perks though, especially here, the only problem being Blackjack. Still wanted for numerous accounts of larceny and smuggling, the Nova Corps wouldn’t be too keen on seeing him on board.\n\n“Just a minute officer” Without realizing it, the Nova Corps ship had already hovered to the front of the ship, leaving a buck naked and still leaking guardian in full unobstructed view. “Shit!”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Captain’s log” A stoic-sounding blue bunny sat at the helm of a ship, some sort of voice recorder held with duct tape and glue in hand “Months have passed since we left for the planet Ventus, and we are still stuck in deep space”

An ear-splitting roar of static erupted from the recorder. It’s the owner flinching from the feedback. A plume of smoke and static soon began to rise from the recording device, the blue bunny tried his best to put out the small growing fire.

“Blackjack! I told you to stop playing with that thing, I still haven’t gotten around to fixing it after the last time you broke it” From the blue bunny’s side was another chair at the helm, though this one had a rather grumpy-looking raccoon who was driving the ship “And what do you mean months? It’s been barely a day!”

Blackjack O’hare, is a mercenary well-known for his striking silhouette resembling a blue bunny with robotic legs; he was now sitting comfortably and stoically in his partner’s ship. The latter looked grumpier than the bunny could’ve ever described.

“Shhh my little raccoon!” Dipping the device in his partner’s coffee put out the fire but assured that there was no salvaging his past recordings “I’ve got it all under control! Just keep your eyes facing forward Rocky”

Rocket Raccoon, is another well-known mercenary and not an earth raccoon; no matter what other people may say. The raccoon was looking less than pleased as his partner continued to play captain, even after losing his ship over a game of cards back in Knowhere.

“I don’t know how long my crew will last” Blackjack was laying it on thick, feigning weakness and even dramatically posing in his chair “I fear my second in command may have started to lose his sanity!”

The two had been partners for a while now, taking jobs both together and on their own, but they often met up back on Knowhere to regale the other with stories of their exploits. After being partners for so long, the two ended up being more than partners on more than one occasion.
“I’ll show you losing sanity!” Rocket had luckily kept a level head and pulled Blackjack out of making more terrible bets, he was sure he heard Blackjack was about to bet the clothes on his back had he not gotten the drunk bunny home. “I’ve been stuck driving us through deep space the past five hours!”

The two took on a job just enough for Blackjack to get back his old ship, or a brand new second-hand ship if they were lucky enough. The blue bunny wanted to steal his old ship back, but Rocket insisted they just buy a new one rather than making Knowhere another no-go zone for the two lovebirds.

“Not my fault you lost the bet” Dropping the captain's facade, Blackjack stowed his now broken recorder somewhere below his seat “BLEH!”
Blackjack has always been more than privy to Rocket’s things, especially his ship. The two had spent a lot of nights more than intimate inside these durasteel and titanium walls. More often than not with Blackjack pressed up against one of these said walls.

“Pshaw, I just let you win” Snarky was one word to describe how Rocket sounded, and Blackjack could only huff knowing all too well he was the worse pilot of the two “I knew you’d be too much of a bitch if it was YOU stuck driving this long”

Blackjack pouted, the blue bunny knew better than to argue with Rocket, especially after being stuck behind the wheel for the better part of eight hours. With how long the two have been stuck in space, they’ve both exhausted all means of entertainment on Rocket’s ship. That is until a lewd thought crossed Blackjack’s mind.

“I’ll show you a bitch” Without reproach, Blackjack lunged across the ship’s deck, flying straight at the actual captain’s chair “YAH!”
Rocket’s was soon face to face, or face to ass, with Blackjack’s plump backside. With his vision impaired, Rocket could only try to stabilize the ship as he could barely see anything past a twitching blue spade tail moving frantically over the console.

“Blackjack, what’re you doing?!” Rocket’s face was red with embarrassment, not wanting to know how they looked from outside the cockpit “I don’t think you’ve noticed but I’m driving over here!”

Blackjack’s hands were hard at work trying to undo everything between him and his goal. The first hurdle was the layers of safety belts that held Rocket down to his seat. Rocket’s penchant for seat belts might’ve just given a run for his money.

“Don’t worry about it” Blackjack was giggling like a school kid, sure this wasn’t the first time he stripped Rocket of his pants, but it was the first time mid-flight “I’ll be sure to make it quick”

Determined not to crash their ship, Rocket was fighting for his life trying to peer over the blue bunny’s upturned ass. Every so often Rocket would feel a slight tickle as Blackjack’s tail continued to frantically flitter across his snout.

“Cut the shit, Jackie!” Rocket had just narrowly missed a passing asteroid, as the giant space rock whizzed by the cockpit’s window, Blackjack had just successfully undone Rocket’s seatbelts “We can do this later!”

“Or do you want us to be seen?” Blackjack could only shoot Rocket a shit-eating grin as he threw the seat’s buckles to the side “I’m down for whatever”

Rocket had always worn a simple flight suit, the kind with a single zipper running down the front. Yet much to Blackjack’s chagrin, the raccoon also wore a harness and an ungodly number of belts just to keep his tools on hand. This was a problem Blackjack was soon to remedy though.

“I’m going to regret this” Silence soon followed after Rocket gave a defeated sigh “Just make it quick”

As quick as the blue bunny was as a lockpick, undoing his partner’s belts often took longer than any heist he had done in the past. Rocket had always joked that Blackjack only took his time to spend more time lying in front of Rocket’s crotch, little did he know just how right he was.

“And voila” With the deft flick of a paw, Everything clinging to Rocket’s waist soon fell to the floor, and a heavy hollow ringing resounded through the almost empty ship as Blackjack was one step closer to his goal “Pants successfully unbuckled”

Blackjack’s hands were soon running up and down Rocket’s midsection as he tried to find the zipper holding his prize. Soon enough he did, with a single motion befitting of a merc and thief of his caliber, Rocket’s flight suit was soon split down the middle, offering the sight of his cute tighty whities.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this” Rocket continued to fly, trying his best not to crash both of them into an asteroid in the middle of nowhere “WOOOAH!”

A playful knead here and a playful tug there, Blackjack played with Rocket’s exposed undies like it was some sort of instrument, and the raccoon moaned its notes. Rocket was often the dominant one of the two, and let’s just say being sucked off mid-flight was leaving him more vulnerable than he wanted.

“Just focus on driving” Blackjack gave Rocket’s tenting underwear a playful kiss, enjoying how flustered the raccoon was in their position “And I’ll focus on you!”

Blackjack pawed at the tent between Rocket’s legs, the noticeable wet spot on its peak spreading with every motion. Moans soon drowned out the droning sound of the ship’s engines as Rocket enjoyed his partner’s so-called “help”. Rocket was pent up, between all the jobs he just couldn’t find the time, and blowing his load all over his favorite blue bunny’s face seemed to take precedence as soon as Blackjack eagerly started stripping him.

“Stop playing around Blackjack” Rocket’s toes curled as he called out Blackjack’s stalling “We don’t have all day”

Blackjack was just as pent up as Rocket, without the raccoon, Blackjack could barely get off. He could still remember the last time Rocket just took him and went to town on his ass. It was a week ago behind a bar back on Knowhere, the dark alley gave them just enough cover to get a load off or two.

“You don’t, you have to drive” Licking his lips like a hungry predator, Blackjack tugged at Rocket’s underwear, his buck teeth digging a hole into the worn white fabric “But I do!”

A loud ripping sound filled the air, and it was gone as soon as it came. Rocket’s underwear was soon laid tatters on the floor as Blackjack eyed his prize. With the grace befitting of a gunman of his name, Blackjack spun himself and shimmied until he was in prime position to play with his pensive partner.

Blackjack ended up kneeling between Rocket’s legs, the bunny’s own metal pair scraping across the floor. This was a position Blackjack was well accustomed to, yet it always felt like the first time for the blue bunny, the sight, the smell, always an indulgence that he loved to partake in.

“What’re ya waiting for?” Rocket knew how to press Blackjack’s buttons, and he loved it “Go on, give it a lick”

Rocket’s cock stood tantalizingly close to Blackjack’s face. Beads of pre could be seen forming and leaking from its tip. Blackjack almost went cross-eyed just eyeing the damned pole that stood like the rigid monolith that it was.

“Didn’t need to tell me twice” With a playful wink, Blackjack finally took Rocket’s cock in hand “My captain”

Blackjack started with a playful lick. And he made sure to take in the salty bead of pre before it reached the base of Rocket’s member. Like he was licking an ice cream on a hot summer day, Blackjack went to work eagerly running his tongue up and down the cock that stood in front of him.

“Ooooh, I like the sound of that” Rocket felt his entire body shiver as Blackjack ran his tongue up and down Rocket’s member, now painfully erect “Now get to it before I change my mind”

Rocket was humping air as Blackjack continued to lick up and down. Every motion made Rocket see stars, or at least more so than those already in front of him. Foreplay was never the raccoon’s strongest suit, but it was Blackjack’s. The blue bunny knew how to draw out any encounter with his partner, and he knew this would be a special one.

“Aye aye sir” Licking his lips, Blackjack finally plunges his head and engorges Rocket’s “rocket” in his maw.

Taking the entire length all at once would’ve been disastrous for anyone else, but Blackjack has had more experience taking on Rocket than he was well accustomed to the raccoon’s length. When the blue bunny felt the tip of Rocket’s member press against the back of his throat, he pulled back not wanting everything to end so abruptly.

Rocket was speechless, still driving, but speechless. Blackjack continued to bob his head, up and down, making sure to play and tease the raccoon as much as he could. The blue bunny’s member was hard under his flight suit. But that was the least of his concerns.
Looking up, Blackjack couldn’t help but smile. He knew full well that Rocket was enjoying this as much as he was. After all, it wasn’t every day the two got together like this mid-flight. Moans and the sound of Rocket’s balls slapping against Blackjack’s chin soon filled the cockpit, drowning out the trill of the console and any signal that might’ve gone through. In this moment both mercenaries were focused on each other and nothing else.

Time felt meaningless for the two, only pleasure remained. Blackjack felt his own need well up, and without a second thought, unzipped his flight suit, revealing his member trying to get out of its white cotton confines. Much smaller than Rocket’s endowment, Blackjack often blushed when he saw his member, thinking how small it must look next to Rocket’s.

“Nuh uh not on my watch” Rocket was always a multitasker, but this seemed too much even for the blue bunny “Why don’t I try and take care of that while you use your hands somewhere else?”

Much to Blackjack’s surprise, before he could take his member in hand, he felt an all too familiar paw rub against his underwear. Looking up he could see Rocket smirk as he tried to focus on driving with all this hullabaloo going on.

“No need to ask me twice” Without a second thought, Blackjack proceeded to use his hands in a more creative effort “Just make sure we don’t crash somewhere like last time”

Blackjack’s hands traveled along Rocket’s torso, caressing and rubbing at the metal bits that poked through near his neck and abdomen. After giving a playful squeeze of Rocket’s ass, or whatever he could reach of it, his hands finally relented and ended up playing with the raccoon’s fuzzy orbs.

“We barely crashed” Rocket’s voice was shaky, not out of fear but in pleasure. Sure he could rewire a gun, shoot it and turn it into a bomb without a second thought, but driving while getting sucked off and giving a paw job was another whole level of multitasking “We were in the hangar and I just accidentally turned on the engines”

Blackjack’s boobing became faster, as did Rocket’s playful feet. With every bob, Blackjack buried his nose into Rocket’s crotch, practically pressing his pink nose into the mound of pubes that adorned Rocket’s crotch. A certain scent filled the blue bunny’s nose, a scent he often enjoyed when cleaning out Rocket’s old workshop. One he relished on nights left alone to take care of their place. Blackjack felt himself buckle in where he kneeled, the scent almost sending him reeling over the edge. Rocket’s paw pads didn’t help with that either.

“I can feel you’re close Jackie!” Rocket felt himself get closer to the edge, but didn’t want to admit it to Blackjack, at least not yet “Don’t leave me hanging now y’hear! You started this after all!”

Rocket skillfully and playfully continued rubbing his paws against Blackjack’s crotch. At some point in their exchange he even removed the blue bunny’s undies from his crotch, sticky lines of pre coating the once pristine blue fur.

“OOFFFCCRRSS!” affirmative moans came from the blue bunny as he continued to gag on his partner’s cock.
Faster Blackjack went, his throat practically straining as he forced Rocket’s member deeper and deeper. He could feel his throat stretch with every attempt, trying not to gag he could only breathe through his nose, which gave him an even bigger whiff of Rocket’s scent.

And with one final plunge, Blackjack took the entire length, pressing his face against Rocket’s crotch. The tightness his throat provided was enough to send Rocket over the edge. Letting go of the ship’s controls for all but a moment, Rocket was overtaken by a primal urge as he pressed Blackjack’s face closer to his crotch. The sudden plunge sent Blackjack over the edge as well, his member spurting its seed all over under Rocket’s seat.

As Blackjack’s seed was wasted on the cold metallic floor, Rocket’s was savored so to speak. Blackjack gulped heartily as Rocket proceeded to pump warm salty seed down the blue bunny’s throat. Each spurt of cum formed a bulge just under Blackjack’s throat. Blackjack would’ve choked then and there had he not been breathing through his nose.

As both furs were enjoying the afterglow of their climax, the ship slowly veered off course, but with Blackjack between his legs, Rocket ultimately forgot about their proper route, if at least for a little while. Silence filled the ship, that and their labored panting and moaning. Blackjack peeled his maw away from Rocket’s crotch, a line of the raccoon’s seed still connecting the two.

“You got a little something over here” Rocket playfully smears Blackjack’s face in an attempt to clean the blue bunny’s face, only coating it further in his spent seed “Eh I think that’s a good look on you!”

The pair stared into each other's eyes, a tender moment caught between their lustful behavior. Rocket was the first to look away, be it the awkwardness of their positions or the fact that he was about to laugh at how stupid Blackjack looked, the blue bunny will never know.

“Fuck off!” Blackjack pouted before standing up, he coyly inspected himself, as if presenting himself to Rocket to ogle at “Got any spare clothes?”

Blackjack, still practically naked and covered in cum, just proceeded to sit in his co-pilot seat. Before Rocket could get a word edgewise, he could already hear the blue bunny snoring. Rocket thought to let his partner sleep, he did do most of the work after all.

“Hailing vehicle number 6904” The ship’s speakers were soon overridden by the tinny sound of some bored beat cop finally finding something better to do “You are flying in Nova Corps Aerospace, please acknowledge”

Looking up, Rocket could only stare agape as he was looking at Xandar. Blackjack was still a cum covered mess, so he couldn’t possibly be of any help in this situation. Rocket tried to fire up the thrusters only to find them conveniently caught in a Nova cruiser’s tractor beam.

“Shit, must’ve taken a wrong jump point” Rocket stood at the console with his flight suit around his knees, trying anyway for them to get out of this “We can’t just fly away now can’t we?”

Xandar wasn’t a bad place per se. But word gets around fast, and Rocket did not want to be the butt of another joke when word gets around when a guardian of the galaxy was caught smuggling crystals illegally with his pants around his ankles and cock out.

“Please respond and let us board immediately” The robotic voice tinned once more, an air of urgency palpable as you could feel their trigger finger just itching for a reason to shoot “If not we will open fire”

Rocket hadn’t had the best record when dealing with Nova Corps, or any law enforcement for that matter. Being a guardian of the galaxy had its perks though, especially here, the only problem being Blackjack. Still wanted for numerous accounts of larceny and smuggling, the Nova Corps wouldn’t be too keen on seeing him on board.

“Just a minute officer” Without realizing it, the Nova Corps ship had already hovered to the front of the ship, leaving a buck naked and still leaking guardian in full unobstructed view. “Shit!”", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Rocket's in-flight entertainment", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "62" }