Maybe Peter should have waited or shown a little self-restraint, but, no, why? He's happy to talk to Rocket and immensely surprised that it was he who even texted him first. Pretending otherwise would only waste both of their time. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Now when they seem to have a good thing going on, even if it's difficult being so far away, even if it's fragile. It still matters to Peter. Rocket matters.

>>My mouth did get me arrested a few times, so it might be.

Not for the first time, he feels the distance like it's a living thing out to get him and make him miserable. Count on him always missing home in some way, no matter where he is. Part of him finds himself checking out the picture Rocket sent once again, partially to see if he can spot any new bruise or injury on the other man that he hadn't told him about. But that aside, hot damn, those abs are distracting, and so is the sharp curve of those hips.

>>The nights have been getting colder these days here. That's the problem with living on an actual planet with seasons instead of an atmosphere-controlled station. I wouldn't mind having you on the bed, close or on top of me, you give some nice, firm warmth. I'd make it worth the effort and show you my gratitude.

Looks like Peter's a talker even when he texts. Unlike Rocket, he's still using both of his hands to type, but that might soon change. He's having enough fun getting Rocket all riled up.

>>Yeah? Any ideas of what you'd like to do in there if you were here?