Offering Comfort
Nick helps Finnick make it through a rough night, just like old times.
This story was written for Silvergatomon as part of my Patreon request days for May 2018. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and is set in the world of Zootopia. :3
Offering Comfort
"Be safe, Nick. And... look after him, okay?"
The fox smiled, and knelt down to kiss Judy gently upon the forehead.
"I will, Carrots. Sleep well, okay? I'll see you at work tomorrow."
He slipped away from the rabbit as thunder rumbled outside. Pausing only to grab an overnight bag with a change of clothes and his uniform for tomorrow's shift in it, Nick slipped out of their apartment and darted hurriedly towards the stairs. It was a good fifteen minute walk to where he needed to be, and with the storm closing in with each passing second, time was of the essence.
Nick ran most of the way, even in the driving rain, and for that reason he arrived at Finnick's van barely ten minutes after stepping out onto the street. He stood at the rear doors of the van, but rather than knocking pulled forth a key from the pocket of his sodden trousers. Rather than entering immediately though, the fox waited. He waited five seconds, ten, fifteen. Lightning cracked through the sky. Thunder rumbled. Only then, certain that he wouldn't be slipping inside as another peal crossed the sky, did Nick slip the key in and enter into his oldest and dearest friend's home.
"Oh, Finn..."
To someone unfamiliar with the interior of the van, it might have seemed deserted. But as soon as he slipped inside and slammed the door closed behind himself, Nick's eyes were immediately drawn to the small purple-furred lump in the very back corner of the van, practically hidden beneath the driver's seat. Hurriedly, the fox pulled off his sodden clothes and tossed his bag to the floor with a wet squelch. He made no bones whatsoever about pulling off his boxer shorts and rendering himself entirely naked, only his head, hands and feet more than a little damp now and even that dealt with swiftly enough as he pulled free a towel from his overnight bag. This wasn't his first time doing this, after all, and he knew what to expect. He knew what to prepare for both with regard to the weather, and unfortunately, with regard to Finnick too.
"It's okay bud. I'm here now. I'm here."
The rough, tough fennec fox was wearing the elephant onesie costume that they'd used to use for their Jumbo pop scam. He was lying in a foetal position, facing the wall of the van, and shaking like a leaf. His arms were wrapped around his head, not only covering his real ears but folding down the ones built into the costume so that they covered his face, his eyes. As Nick lay down behind him though, as he curled his body around the fennec and tenderly spooned his dear friend, he could just make out the only sound escaping Finnick in that moment. Not a deep growling or the muttering of curses, but breathy, ragged, jerking whimpers of pure terror as the fennec fox wept.
"I'm here. You're safe. You're not alone."
Nick kissed the back of Finnick's head, and reached around to stroke what little fur of the shorter male's features was still visible, wiping away his tears and generally wanting to comfort him with a little skin-to-skin contact. He knew better than to try and move Finnick. He knew better than to try and get the fennec to engage with him more openly right now. Nick wished that he could do more, indeed he even wished that he knew more about why it was that Finnick was so terrified of thunderstorms. But whatever it was, whatever had happened in the fennec's long distant past to render him so vulnerable, it didn't matter now. All that he could do was lie there, hold Finnick in his arms and tell his friend the truth. Tell him it over and over again, until such a time as Finnick's fear-struck mind allowed him to actually believe it.
"Nothing's gonna hurt you. Nothing. Not while I'm here. You're safe, Finnick. I'm with you. I'm with you, okay? And, I'm not going anywhere until the storm is long gone."
For more than two hours they lay there together in near silence. Nick dozed, though was frequently roused back to full wakefulness by a peal of thunder or a bright flash of lightning and Finnick's strangled yelp that accompanied it if he saw or heard even a fraction of it. The rain drummed loudly against the roof of the van, and little by little as Finnick grew accustomed to Nick's unmoving presence, he pulled away from the seat under which he had been trying to crawl prior to Nick's arrival and began to back up more deeply into Nick's tight embrace instead.
It must have been well after midnight, with the storm still raging louder than ever, when between claps of thunder Nick finally heard the fennec fox's voice speak in coherent, albeit terrified words.
"N-Nick..."
Immediately, Nick responded with another tender whisper of his own.
"Hey Finn. I'm here. What do you need?"
Thunder clapped again. Finnick yelped and quaked against Nick's larger body, and fell silent for almost a minute before stuttering out a meek, whispered answer.
"Make me feel better. Please. L-like you always do. Make me forget about all of this."
Nick kissed Finnick on the back of his head, through the onesie still wrapped around him. He stroked the fennec's face, and ran a hand down across Finnick's soft, fluffy fabric clad chest. The fox sighed, and smiled.
"Like I always do, bud? You sure?"
Normally he wouldn't have questioned such a request, but Nick was always extra careful at times like this. Finnick, in this state, was vulnerable. The last thing Nick wanted to do was to take advantage, and yet from past experience he knew what it was that Finnick was asking for, and he knew from past experience again that it most definitely did help the terrified fennec fox get over what the weather was doing all around them. Again thunder rumbled, and as he shook like a leaf within Nick's embrace, Finnick nodded his head with a pleading, desperate whimper.
"Okay, Finn. Okay. You just lie right here, and I'll be back so, so quickly."
Nick whispered as reassuringly as he could before darting away from the fennec, over to the far side of the van where his overnight bag was resting, then back again with an object plucked free from it clutched in one hand. He was all wrapped up around Finnick's body again before the next rumble came, and when it passed by with another fork of lightning illuminating the city sky and the fennec's windscreen, only then did he move into motion once more.
"Let's get you out of that silly thing, huh? I'll keep you safe and warm, toot-toot suit or not."
He smiled as he heard sound that might have been a soft chuckle escape Finnick, and tenderly began to tease the elephant suit off of his friend's lithe, diminutive frame. He left the balaclava-like hood up while unzipping the back of the suit, and was teasing the torso down just below the fennec's waistline when the next peal of thunder struck like a whip cracking across the sky. Finnick sobbed, and for a brief while all their plans were put on hold as Nick wrapped his arms around the fennec's now bare chest and held him tightly to his own bare body. Eventually, when the fennec had calmed enough for them to go on, he pulled the suit the rest of the way down and off. Finnick was nude beneath it, and as he reluctantly allowed Nick to coax the hood of the elephant suit off as well, soon he was just as naked as the fox.
"You still want this?"
Kissing and nibbling at the back of Finnick's neck now, lips meeting bare fur and flesh as his hands roamed a little more freely and tenderly across the fennec's slender form, Nick once again checked before proceeding onward. Again Finnick nodded and whined his affirmation, and mere moments later to further prove his point he began to shuffle a little further down the length of Nick's body, until his bare buttocks were resting and then grinding in slow circles back against Nick's own crotch.
Slowly, delicately, Nick reached over and picked up the item he'd plucked forth from his overnight bag. A small, travel size bottle of lube. He applied it to two of his fingers, and reached down to begin carefully and tenderly working it between Finnick's legs, against the clutching, clenching pink pucker of the fennec's backside.
"I'm here, Finn."
Nick echoed his earlier words as he heard Finnick moaning between his fearful lightning-induced whimpers, no cover over his head now to keep him from seeing and hearing each and every one. His own cock was starting to harden, and as he slid his free hand down the length of Finnick's torso and beyond, he felt the smaller male's own erection already rock hard and trembling against his fingertips.
"There's nothing to be scared of. There's nothing out there even worth thinking about. It's just you and me, Finn. Just like old times. The two of us all alone, but safe and happy together. Right?"
Gradually he felt the fennec fox relaxing, not overall as the storm rolled on, but at the very least as far as his backside was concerned. Eventually it was slick and warm around his fingers, as deeply probing as they could reach, and Finnick's ragged breathing and pleading, whimpering whines told Nick that his friend was ready. He withdrew his fingers, and immediately Finnick rolled over. Instantly the fennec fox turned around so that at last they were lying face to face, though shuffling forward rather hurriedly once again so that his features were buried in the fluff of Nick's chest, and Finnick's cock was left twitching and quivering against the fox's belly. This new position did however place the fox's cock directly up against the base of Finnick's backside however, and as Nick cuddled Finnick and he felt the fennec's arms encircling him for the first time that night in return, he heard a plaintive whimper through his own lush, snowy white fur.
"Put it in me, Nick. Put it in deep. I... I always feel safe when you fuck me. I always know nothing will hurt me. Nothing can touch me while you are. Y-you wouldn't let 'em. I know it. I fucking know it."
Nick smiled lovingly down at his dear friend, and kissed him on his forehead.
"Damn right I wouldn't. Nobody and nothing touches my Finn. Not even the whole fucking sky itself. Nothing disturbs us, nothing gets to interrupt us. Not while we're together. Not while I'm inside you."
Finnick moaned happily, but whimpered and kissed at Nick's chest in desperation as the lightning flashed and thunder roared once again, the rain pounding against the van's exterior growing even heavier and louder by consequence.
"I need you, Nick. Please. Please. I need you in me now. All night. So deep, s-so... so safe and warm and... a-and hot and hard. Oh Nick, I need... I... yes! Oh, yes... y-you're... you're doing it! You're... Nick! Nick!"
Nick rolled Finnick over onto his back. He pressed his cock against the fennec's well lubricated and glistening pucker, pinned the smaller male down with the comforting presence of his bodyweight, and began to press his cock deep inside of Finnick inch by fraction of a throbbing inch. He took it slow of course, knowing that this wasn't about his satisfaction or pleasure. His job, his only job now was to stay hard. To stay hard and stay deep and twitching and horny as hell inside of Finnick, so that the fennec fox would think about that. About them, instead of the storm. Whether that meant another hour, or two, or right up until dawn it made no odds. He would do it because he had to do it, because he wanted to do it for Finnick. Because he would do anything to keep his friend from going through whatever it was that thunderstorms did to him, and quite simply because he would do anything for his friend in general.
"Oh Nick. I... I feel safe. I feel, a-ahh... I feel safe now, Nick."
Finnick whined, and though he winced and buried his face in the fox's chest when next the thunder roared around the van, all it took was a twitch of Nick's cock against his prostate to turn that nervous trembling into a strangled, pleasure-stricken yelp as pre-cum oozed out over the fox's belly. Nick beamed, and stroked up and down Finnick's back, up to his soft, sensitive ears and right down to fondle his tight, lean buttocks.
"You are safe. You'll always be safe with me, Finn. Always. And... when the storm's over? When the sun comes up and you know you're safe for sure, I'm gonna stay a little longer just like I always do."
The fennec fox shuddered and blushed as he wriggled upon Nick's thick shaft.
"T-to... ohh, to make sure the storm doesn't come back?"
Nick chuckled, and as Finnick turned his wide eyes up towards him in both hope and in playful, knowing desire, he craned his neck down and kissed Finnick ever so softly upon the lips.
"That, and so I can fuck you. So I can fill you up with so much hot cum, that for the whole rest of the day you'll know I'm with you. Inside you. So you know wherever you are and whatever you're doing, that I'm still thinking of you. Still wanting you to be well, and to be safe. And...y'know... coz it'll feel fucking incredible, too."
Finnick laughed, a barking, unabashedly joyous laugh that persisted as the thunder rumbled once again, maybe a little quieter this time and thus all but entirely unnoticed by the fennec. As his laughter faded however, he seemed to become aware of having just done it. He blushed, and nuzzled happily back into Nick's chest with a relieved, albeit slightly emotionally ragged sigh.
"Hey, t-thanks for this, man. I... I love you."
Nick stroked the back of his friend's ears, and blinked away a couple of tears as he chuckled warmly, gently rocking his hips up against Finnick's tight ass to drew another ragged moan from the smaller male as a softer rumble of thunder echoed through the sky outside the van, utterly unnoticed by either one of them.
"I love you too, Finn."
By Jeeves
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