Peter drops the comlink again with a 'jesus, what', letting out a half-curse, half-groan, his brain short-circuiting at that response. He immediately wants to yell back an 'are you joking!?' but that's idiotic. Rocket wouldn't simply blurt out something like that to anyone. Hell, he wouldn't even tell Peter if he weren't 100% sure he trusted him that much. This is important, big, and he's not stupid enough to not miss it.

If he had any doubts that Rocket really missed it, that he was satisfied with whatever undefined thing they had going on, they're now gone. Buried 6 feet under. With concrete on top. He tries not to think too hard about how it brings a stupid smile to his face that makes his cheeks hurt, lest the universe catches a whiff of his happiness and decides to ruin it as it always does. 

When he finally grabs the com again, his voice sounds winded, like he's really worked up all of a sudden. It's a tone of voice Rocket has heard before, more often than not when he's done something to leave Peter's body shuddering and his brain scrambling to collect his marbles. 

"Ohholyshityoucantellmethingslikethat." It came out in a hurried breath, then Peter buried his face in one of his pillows to moan into it and try to focus. It's hard to think. Other parts of his are also rock-hard now. 

He takes a deep breath before trying to offer a decent answer this time.

"Fuck,yes, that's a wonderful idea. I'll make it so good for you, babe, I promise."

Nailed it.