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Nick's 'Filling' Distraction

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

Being a police officer meant pulling various types of duty, and for Nick Wilde, that meant volunteering to fill Clawhauser's seat for the night-shift on his first weekend as a cop. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but at least it brought overtime.

No sex for me tonight, though, he thought, chuckling to himself as he flicked through the various reports that the other cops had submitted through the day which needed to go in the file room. Pity for Finnick.

If any of the other cops heard him think that, he'd have been in for a world of teasing. They all assumed that he and Judy had gotten together after the case, and while it was true that the two of them were considering dating after all that had gone down, nothing official had come between them. Certainly not anything intimate. Between him and Finnick, on the other hand...

Nick shook his head, the bushy-tailed fox nursing a small smile as he leaned side to side, organizing the different sheets of paper to their proper folders. Incident reports, time sheets, everything that his fellow officers filled out over the course of the day generally got dropped either on the desk or into a complete mess into the inbox at the side of Clawhauser's desk. The lazy cheetah never entirely got around to it during the day, so the fox had his work cut out for him getting it all done in one night.

Thankfully, it wasn't that hard. Con work tended to make you very detail-oriented, and he knew how to rapidly go from one type of report to another. Once they were organized by type, then it was going through by time, and from there, by reporting officer. The differentiation split the piles into three, then twenty-one, and so on, which could then be piled up in a way that kept them properly sorted out.

He shook his head as he laid the last sheet on top of the pile, sitting up a little straighter and hissing as he did. One of the few other officers still around for the night-shift looked across the lobby at him, and Nick shook his head as he knuckled his back. Fangmeyer shook his head, the tiger looking back to one of his colleagues.

Yeah, you just keep looking over there...

He'd been trying to put off the eventual trip to the record room, considering the sheer amount of paperwork and a certain other obstacle that he had to deal with, but now that all the sorting was done, there was really no more avoiding it. The blue-suited fox sighed, throwing the file folders into a large pile. It was nearly enough to rise to more than half his height, and he knew for a fact that it was going to block his vision unless he was able to look around it.

But, again, that wasn't the big problem.

"Okay...one...two...three..."

Nick stood up, and he immediately bit his lips to hold back the huffing reaction of a butt plug rubbing right against his prostate. His half-boner surged forward, becoming at least a three-quarter, and he bit the inside of his muzzle as the weighted plastic rubbed against his prostate for a few seconds before he managed to stop clenching down around it.

"Goddammit, Finnick..."

#

_They sat at a bar a few blocks south of the police station. Finnick had never felt good about drinking there, but it was close to the work place, and it was easier to meet there than finding some other bar halfway across the city where the cops didn't go. Considering that he was one now, it was just easier.

"Bad news," Nick said.

"Yeah?"

"Gotta cover a shift on Saturday."

"That better be the fucking day shift," Finnick said.

"Nope."

"Nick, come on. This is our thing."

"Yeah, heh. It is. And we're gonna do it again. Next week."

"Bullshit."

He shrugged. "Eh, what are you going to do? Gotta make money the legal way now. Nobody's gonna be buying crooked pawpsicles from a cop, are they?"_

"Heh, they might. If you sold 'em right."

"Yeah, and get charged for selling candy to cubs? Yeah-ha-ha, no thanks."

"...It really that tight?"

"Ehhh, it's not comfortable, I'll tell you that much. Going straight means giving up a lot of the cheap stuff."

"You need a loan?"

"Nah, it'll work out. Just need to do something big for the first paycheck. Promise, we'll get back to the fun stuff next week."

He could tell that Finnick wasn't entirely buying it. Sex Saturday had been their thing since they had stopped doing constant cons, and while they had stopped doing cons after the whole Nighthowler incident, they had kept up with the sex. Saturday rolled around, Nick dropped by Finnick's latest joint, and they fucked the night away. Usually with the fennec on top, it had to be said.

Now that he was done at the academy, though, things were going to start changing. And he, more than anyone else, knew how much Finnick hated change. The smaller fox leaned back against the bar, one ear down and his tail doing the same.

"Hey, buddy. It's going to work out."

"...Not if we don't do something about it, it ain't." Finnick shook his head, draining the rest of his bear before shoving it back to the bartender. He hopped down from his stool. "Come on."

"Heh, where's the fire?"

"Ain't one, but I'm gonna light one under your ass."

"What, am I going to get a strip show right here? See you shaking your pretty little ass for the bar?"

"Heh, don't think that I ain't considered it when I was more drunk than this. But nah, I got something. Something big. Big enough for your hungry ass."

Nick chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at his bottle. Half-gone. Not enough to really drain. He held it up for the bartender to see, slapped a bill down on the bar, and walked out with it in hand.

As Finnick led him around the building to the van parked around the back, he sipped at the drink. The smaller fox should have been wobbling with the three-pack that he'd already taken down, but he was as steady as ever. Good old Finnick.

They walked around the corner, and his old partner in crime unlocked the back of the van. Nick stood with one hand in his pocket, the other around the bottle. Pinky out, of course.

"So, what's this thing?" he asked. "And should I call the fire department? Last time you threatened to light a fire under me, you were painfully literal."

"Heh, I learned some metaphors, Nick. Trust me. I know what you want."

Something stable, mostly, but he didn't say that. He sipped the beer again as Finnick climbed in, making his way to one of the mystery bags in the middle of the van. There were always a few of those, usually stuffed with whatever the fennec had in mind for selling off somewhere else. Nick studiously avoided looking in them; he was still part cop now, and that meant that he had to be careful not to rat out his own friend sometimes.

"Ah, there's the fucker."

Finnick turned around, and Nick's eyes widened. It was a plastic butt-plug the size of Finnick's knot, maybe just a little bit bigger, and he could see that it was already plugged into something that was just out of sight. Electric, then, and charged up. Finnick pulled something else from the bag - a remote - and pressed a button. The plug started humming, buzzing away so loud that he was sure that someone on the street could have heard it.

"The hell, Finnick? What's that for?"

"Hehe, what do you think it's for, pretty boy? It's going to keep you on your toes all night long."

"What, you think -"

"Maybe I can't fuck you every Saturday, but that doesn't mean I can't make you wish I was."

Looking at the vibrating black plug, Nick imagined that buried up his ass, and he could only shake his head. There were still two hours before he'd have to go back to the apartment to get a good night's rest for tomorrow, two hours to get used to that, and -

Hell, he'd need the rest of the beer after all. He tossed his head back and chugged it down.

#

Nick groaned as he fought the urge to waddle towards the open door to the record room. Sleeping with the plug in his ass had been doable, if a little awkward, and so had driving to work when the next day rolled around. Sure, taking it out when it came to using the restroom was...awkward...but it wasn't that bad, and there were times when he actually liked the feeling of popping it back in. But he had never imagined that it would get like this once he actually got on-shift.

He shook his head, trying to focus on walking normally. There were almost no cops in the lobby right now - just Fangmeyer, as a matter of fact, and the tiger was usually more than happy to keep to his own business - but he could only imagine what would happen if one of them saw him walking funny. They were already a bit iffy about a fox being on the force, though they were better now than when he had been in the academy, and -

Stop thinking about it.

Nick shook his head, adjusting his boner as soon as he was through the door and he was sure that he was alone. Fuck, he would have been tempted to pull it out and give it a couple of jerks if he hadn't been sure that someone would come around and see him doing it. The door had to stay open so that he could run around to the front desk if someone came in with paperwork, but the temptation, oh the temptation.

Walking with the plug in was so much worse than just sitting there. At least if he was sitting, he could lean forward and only feel it a little bit, almost forgetting that it was inside of him. Sure, there was that constant reminder that there was something in his ass, but that quickly faded, becoming something more like the feeling of holding it when you had to wait for the chance to run for the toilet. Walking? That meant that it moved, that it was rubbing against his prostate off and on with every step, and that meant that his boner, already at half-erection from the way the plug spread his pucker, was constantly grinding against the front of his pants.

The only thing saving it from being rubbed raw was the condom that he had around the head, keeping it from getting completely scraped, keeping him from making a mess in the front of his pants for all to see. And that -

He swore that he felt a faint buzz, and he froze in mid-reach for one of the file drawers. He looked over his shoulder; no sign of Fangmeyer from the door, but that didn't mean anything. If Finnick set it off now...

But he didn't. Nick slowly let out a small breath of relief, continuing the process of putting the different files where they belonged.

Come on, come on, come on. Before he does it while you're standing up, again.

The first time had come while he'd taken the keys from Clawhauser when he first arrived. He'd been able to hide it by leaning against the front desk a little bit, chuckling at one of the cheetah's bad, bad, bad, bad, bad jokes, but it was something that had nearly taken him off his feet. The sheer power of the vibrator was so intense that he'd nearly rocketed to full erection in a matter of seconds, and the condom had needed some serious rearranging beneath the desk before he could sit comfortably.

Even now, his cock was swimming in his own product, leaving him probably scented and musky down there.

Swear to god, Finnick, you're going to be licking all that -

"MMMPH!"

The vibration had been a warning. It ramped to high-gear just as he was pulling the lowest drawer open, and Nick stumbled forward, falling to his knees with his tail up. The files scattered everywhere, going under the sorting table, sliding towards the far walls, everywhere. His cock jerked forward, twitching, throbbing in tune to the hum barely kept inside his clenched cheeks.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He bit his lips, his toes curling in his special boots, his tail barely staying down with the greatest of effort as he jammed it back under him. He squirmed to his feet, having to climb up the drawer handles to do it, and he barely managed to pull his dick straight up in his pants rather than leaving it pointing forward. He was just pulling the condom down around the outline, feeling the pre-cum squishing around inside, when someone knocked on the open door.

"Everything okay in here, Wilde?" Fangmeyer asked.

"Yeah, just...got distracted," Nick said, shaking his head.

"I'll say. Looks like you just threw your work away."

"Heh, gotta find some way to stay busy, right?"

"Fair. Let me help you."

Nick would have preferred to work alone, but considering the fact that the files had been thrown all over the place, he supposed that it was better to have at least a little help. Shaking his head, he knelt down on his side of the room, only to bite his lip again as he felt the vibrator kick on again.

Don't hear that, don't hear that...

The instinct to throw his tail up and flag it off to the side was very strong, and he was only just keeping it under control. Huffing to himself as he gathered the paperwork, he glanced over his shoulder. So far, Fangmeyer was more interested in getting the files together than him.

He hoped that it stayed that way.

As he scooted along, barely trusting himself to take small steps at a time - god, was this medium, low? No way that Finnick was hitting him with a high pulse, not yet - he heard the tiger chuckle.

"What? See a funny picture?" Nick joked.

"Nah, just surprised you got this so well."

"Eh, you learn to organize out there."

"Apparently. Clawhauser's never gotten it this tight."

Tight. That wasn't his ass right now, that was for sure. The constant buzzing felt like it was buzzing him looser and looser with each passing second, forcing his hole to let go and loosen up. He chuckled, even as he surreptitiously adjusted his boner again. Slosh, slosh.

Please tell me that's quieter than it feels...

The buzzing, the sloshing, the constant throbbing - oh, the last one was just the worst. He could feel his heartbeat through his dick as the vibrator kept going hard on his prostate, his hole clenching and spasming around the ticklish feeling. He was barely holding back the moans as it was, and he could tell that the vibrator could still kick it up a notch. He wasn't sure that he could take it if it did.

Fangmeyer waved a cluster of the files, and Nick smiled in thanks. They walked back to the drawer, slotting them in one by one.

"So, how's your first night going?" the tiger asked.

"Eh, it's going," Nick said, shrugging to hide the tension running down his spine. The bigger predator arched an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm not going to pretend it's a party, but, you know. Not bad."

"I would have thought you'd complain all night long."

"Heh, just because I'm a fox?"

"I've heard that you are...a little less than responsible."

"Eh, we're party animals. We bring the party when we have to, and we know when it's better to leave it a funeral."

Fangmeyer nodded in approval. For all that the tiger was built like one of the dangers that Gazelle kept around, he didn't have that same grin or the same way of behaving. None of that jovialness that made you think that you were at a party, or that he might start dancing and having fun at the drop of a hat. Pity, but -

Zzzzzz!

The vibrator went so hard that Nick's fingers almost clenched into a fist before he could stop them, and he barely managed to keep it to just a slight tensing around the outside of the folder. His cock jumped in his pants, and the only reason that Fangmeyer wouldn't have seen that was because of the open drawer between them. He chuckled ruefully as he shook his head.

"Sorry. I'm just...so clumsy tonight."

And getting out of breath. He wasn't panting - he had enough self-control to manage that - but his heart was beating through his rib cage, or at the very least, it felt like it was trying to beat a way through it. The fox pushed himself to his feet, shaking his head.

"Hey, do you think you could get me a cup of coffee? I'm more tired than I thought."

"I suppose."

"Thanks, man."

He kicked the drawer shut and managed to leave Fangmeyer behind without exposing his crotch, but the walk back to the desk felt like he was flashing it the whole way there. The only reason that he didn't burn the fur right off his face with his blush was the fact that he was the only one in the lobby again. Delgato and Wolfard had gone somewhere else, though he didn't know where, and there was nobody else around.

He managed to get to the desk and sit down, taking a few deep breaths after he got used to the seat pressure on the vibrating plug base again. Holy shit that was a strong buzzer.

The vibrations stopped, and he was able to take a few deep breaths, though he had to lean a bit closer to the desk for a moment. The fox reached out of sight, not just adjusting himself this time, but actively giving his dick a couple of tugs. The feeling of it being that hard in his pants, knowing that he was so close to being discovered...

Oh, hell, why was that turning him on?

Nick was no stranger to saying hello to new kinks. The first time that he got tied up, he found out that he really loved the fluffy little handcuffs that they could find at the sex shops, the ones that were completely ridiculous but so soft. He'd found out that he enjoyed spanking, realized that there was a lot of fun to be had from hyper-stimulation, and even that he liked the taste and scent of leather.

But he had never thought that he'd enjoy risk-play to this degree. He knew that if the wrong officer caught him, he'd be out on his ear for doing something so stupid during a work shift, but that was something that he just couldn't put down. He was having too much fun, and it threw him right back to being a criminal again, back to being a con-man, seeing what he could pull off without the law realizing just what it was he was doing.

He groped himself again, feeling the bulge of his cock getting that much firmer. Maybe he could - no, no, pulling the zipper down and letting his cock out under the desk would be the dumbest thing that he could do. If someone came up and needed reinforcements, or needed him to get something from another room, he'd be in deep trouble. They'd see it immediately.

But that didn't stop him from groping himself through his pants. Tug, tease, squeeze, the feeling of his fingers rubbing himself through the stiff, formal fabric of his uniform adding to the constant pleasure that came from the plug. He was starting to slide back against it, he realized, almost wishing -

Bzzzzzz.

"Mmmph...medium...definitely...definitely medium..."

Finnick was definitely having a good time playing with him, he was sure. The other fox had to be fiddling with the remote, sending it up and down the spectrum constantly, seeing just how he could push Nick's buttons. If he had a hacked camera somewhere -

But he didn't. There was no way that Finnick had that. But if he did...

He looked up at the camera that looked down at the front desk. There were cameras all over the ZPD, and he knew for a fact that the security center of the police department had recordings of everything that happened on them. If he ever gave into temptation to really show off, he would have been caught...

But if Finnick had access...

Mmmph. Fantasies later, work now.

As the vibrator rolled between that high-medium pulse to the lower, but still strong pulses that he'd felt in the record room, Nick forced himself to fill out the few reports that were required of him. Every so often his fingers all but cramped around the pen as he had to stop writing to avoid making a messy scrawl of literally everything in front of him, but he always started again just afterward.

And through it all, he imagined how much worse-better this would be if Finnick had a way to see him. The other fox seeing through the cameras of the ZPD, tracking him, watching him, making him show off just how hard he was. The idea of being 'forcibly exposed' that way, risking someone going down to security and seeing him on camera while Finnick was watching him the whole time, added a whole new wrinkle to the game that they were playing now.

They'd fire me.

He shivered.

They'd see me as just a dumb, slutty fox...couldn't resist...

He bit his lips as his cock throbbed all the harder, holding his breath as his hand tried to shake again.

Keep me around just for the sake of fucking me and using me to boost morale...

It wasn't that the idea itself was sexy, but more that he was so horned up that he didn't really care anymore. He wanted to get fucked. He wanted to feel something a bit more intense than just the feeling of the plug in his hole. He wanted -

"Hey, Wilde!"

Delgato. He sat up instantly, putting a smile on his face that was as charming and nonchalant as he was horned up. As he sat up straight, all his weight came back down on the plug, and he could feel it jam right against his prostate. His entire lower body tensed up, toes curling hard, pre-cum oozing so hard into the condom, but his face managed to keep even the blush away.

"Ah, the big cat himself," Nick teased. "What brings you back this late?"

"On night shift, too," the lion said, shaking his head. "But look at you. Mr. Wilde. I never thought I'd see you on the other side of that desk."

"That's because you were always seeing me thrown out windows, Delgato. Where was the last time?"

"Into the river. After you tried to steal the car to go joyriding," Wolfard, the timber wolf behind the lion, said with a roll of his eyes. "I still can't believe that you avoided getting charged for that."

"Your fault for not reading me my rights."

"You were -"

"Yeah, don't talk about that one," Delgato said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "I'm sure that Nick doesn't want to be reminded of the way that he avoided trouble in the past, eh? Now that he's an officer, I'm sure he's putting that all behind him."

Behind him.

Or rather, in him.

Regardless, Nick chuckled and nodded, even as his ass cheeks clenched all the harder as the vibrator started to creep higher, higher, and higher with the constant stimulation back there. He was keeping the wide-eyes from happening, barely holding onto the need to thrust and grind on something, but he knew that it wasn't going to last for long.

"What's the matter, Wilde? Looking a little hyper, there," Delgato said, chuckling. "You have too much coffee? I thought the desk jockey was supposed to be a donut fiend."

"You think I'm going to be stealing the donuts from you? You might be willing to fight Clawhauser for 'em, but I'm not."

"Oh, you -"

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're right. We should support Clawhauser on that diet. Tell you what. I'll find where he stashed the donuts, and you file your paperwork the right way from now on."

Delgato stared open-mouthed at the fox, while Nick was trying to think of something, anything that he could say to make them leave. For all that he had just been fantasizing about being caught out, the fact was, he'd still probably be fired. Them seeing him so hard, though, and impaled with that toy, and - and - and -

Bzzzzz.

Beep.

The 'beep' of Delgato's phone cut through the harsh, heavy buzzing going on just under the fox's tail, and the lion looked down. Nick was barely holding on, gritting his teeth so hard that it hurt.

"Ugh. Finally. BoarDash is taking longer and longer these days."

"It's the recession," Wolfard said, shaking his head.

"Come on, let's get it before the driver cancels on us again."

Nick managed to hold it together for the few seconds that it took for them to leave the lobby, and then, he all but collapsed against the desk. His cheeks were on fire, his jaws hurt, and everything was so hard in his pants. His cock throbbed, his ass clenched, and he wanted nothing more than to just fuck something. Or better still, be fucked by something.

His phone rang. He panted as he struggled to bring it out of his pants, and the moment that he saw 'Finnick' on the screen, he flicked it open.

"Nnngh...you...you ass," he groaned, hearing the whimper-moan that had already slipped into his voice.

"Heh, sounds like it's getting you good."

"Your timing...is terrible."

"What, you're on the phone, aren't you?"

"Cutting it...real close."

And it was getting closer. He could feel the vibrator buzzing up, going down, and buzzing up again, pushing his prostate right to the edge and driving him to the verge of cumming again and again. Nick gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, his phone with the other, and could feel the head of his cock all but swimming in the condom wrapped around the tip. He huffed hard, shaking his head.

"I'm...close."

"Oh, is Nicky that hard?"

"Finnick please...Please..."

"Please, what?"

"Finish it."

"You want to cum that bad? Say it."

Nick gritted his teeth, looking across the lobby. Delgator and Wolfard would be busy for a little bit, but not for much longer. The BoarDash drivers had become more and more aggressive about tips of late, pushing everyone to be more giving than they used to be. The cops would argue, like they always did, but that wouldn't be good for more than - nngh - more than a minute or two, and then -

His tail went up hard, and he was all but fucking himself back against the plug on the chair. His chair squeaked, his eyes went back for a moment, and he clenched his hand tight against the phone, almost crushing it.

"Goddammit, Finnick, please, just make me cum, make me cum hard!"

"Learned a lesson, Nick?"

"Mmmph..."

"Did...you learn...a lesson?"

"Nnngh...y-yes..."

"What did you learn?"

"Mmmph...that...that I'll get fucked...no matter what..."

"And?"

"I need it...I really...really need it..."

"Good...now...maybe I should wait...hit it in a couple of minutes...really drive that lesson home for you."

"N-no, no, don't you dare!"

If he waited, if Delgato and Wolfard saw him like this, he'd never be able to pull himself back together in time. They'd know what he did, they'd tell everyone. He didn't -

"Heh, you beg so hot. Fine."

And just like that, the butt plug went from loud to furious, pulsing hard right against his prostate. Nick would have dropped his phone if it wasn't propped against the desk to start with, and he slumped forward completely. There was no more hiding it, no more keeping his face clear and neutral. If anyone saw him now -

Fuck it.

Fuck it!

He didn't care anymore. He didn't care what happened as long as this pushed him over the edge. Finnick was saying something over the phone, probably talking dirty, but it didn't matter. The pounding, throbbing, buzzing plug was all that mattered as it buzzed like a nest of bees way down deep in his ass. Each pulse came faster and faster, and he almost felt like he couldn't breathe fast enough to keep up with it.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

He was gasping for breath, his toes curling and uncurling, his eyes rolling back, his cock throbbing so hard. It was stiff and swollen in the condom, the condom itself probably too full to not be seen through his pants, but he didn't care, didn't care, didn't care -

And then he was over the edge. He arched his back slightly, hunching against his seat, the edge of his groin grinding against the bottom of the desk. Nick felt every pulse through his shaft, gritting his teeth as it pulsed right out through his cock, squelching into the cooler pre-cum in the condom, feeling like there was a balloon attached to the end of his cock by the time that the pressure finally wound down.

Finnick's laughter was tailing off on the phone, and the buzzing finally stopped. Nick swore there was a little puddle of drool under his cheek at the end of it all, but he was finally -

"That...you..."

Oh.

Shit.

The fox looked up slowly, seeing Fangmeyer returning with a cup of coffee in either hand, and he remembered his request just a few minutes ago. He'd been wound up in his own pleasure that he had completely forgotten that the other man was coming back with that. And here he was, drool-covered, cum-soaked beneath his uniform - oh please tell him that the condom hadn't ripped - and trying to come up with an excuse for what the hell had just happened.

"Nick...I really want an explanation right now."

"Well, Fangmeyer, you see -"

"Officer Fangmeyer."

"...Right."

Well, this was off to a fine start...

The End

Summary: Nick Wilde's first weekend shift at the station doesn't go quite the way that he was planning. Who knew some sneaky play would be so fun?

Tags: M/M, Nick Wilde, Finnick, Zootopia, Size Difference, Plug, Butt Plug, Vibrator, Long Distance Play, Risking Discovery, Orgasm, Cum, Condom, Hiding It, Sneaky, Rule 34,