# The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.3) Author: Agrius Tags: Age Play, Cuddling, Father/son roleplay, Finnick, Kissing, M/M, Nick Wilde, Zootopia, intimacy #3 of The Safeword is 'Papa' Rain hammered the sheet metal roof of my van. I could not sleep, and after three glass bottles of Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® chugged in rapid succession I had become a living conduit of impotence and pent-up homosexual rage.   I wanted to fuck something. But I wasn't sure what.   For a brief moment, I thought, maybe a girl would fit the bill. But that ship has long-since sailed, hasn't it Finnick my good fox? Oh yes, most definitely. Occupying it's dock in port now is a long phallic submarine, painted an obnoxious pink and positively _turgid_ with seamen. Chiseled seamen kissing eachother on the mouth beneath the gusting signal flags, rubbing cocoa butter all over their washboard abs.   I have no idea what I'm talking about.   I stared up at the leaking roof of my van, digging my Skull Candies further down into my ears as I struggled to think through angry metal.   Do I find him attractive? I dunno. I can see where someone else might. He's got a broad smile, if you're into that sort of thing. Bright eyes. Thick orange fur that just... swallows you up... like a warm tide beneath a Hawaiian sunset, making you feel safe and protected and at peace with yourself, and -   My half-closed eyelids shot open. As I daydreamed, my paw had been making a beeline down my belly en route to my lap. "FUCK! Are you serious?!"   I considered giving him a call. It wasn't Friday - _our_ day. What snarky thing would he say if he rolled over on his cot and read the LED numbers spelling my desperation?   Another Starbucks® vanilla-flavored Frappuccino® later, I was too crazed to care. I dialed the little cockbag's number.   It rang.   Once... twice... three times... five times... _seven_...   "B'wuh?" someone gurgled from the other end.   At that moment, I realized I hadn't thought about what I might say. I didn't even know what I wanted! Did I want to do the Papa/Fin thing? Did I want him to hold me, spank me, take me to dinner, pin me to the wall of a dirty outhouse and fuck me senseless? **WHAT?**   After an interminable silence, I settled on the first thing that came to my mind...   "Get a job, you Commie!"   ... and then hung up the phone.   Not fifteen seconds later, as I lay curled in the fetal position, my phone rang against my belly.   My fingers shook as I swiped the green icon. "Yeah?"   "You know I have caller ID on my phone, right? Just like every other person on planet earth these days? Right?"   My throat felt impossibly dry. "Leave me alone."   "Dude, _y__ou called me!_"   I curled tighter around the phone. "Shut up. I don't know. Shut up."   I could hear the mattress shift beneath him as he sat up. "Uh-huh. So what's going on? Looking to get a head start on our little weekend ritual?"   "I don't have any money," I said. Which was true. Between the mob, loan sharks and a fairly insistent drinking problem, I barely broke even at the end of each week.   "Do you wanna just hang out then?"   I chewed the corner of my pillow. "I... don't know. I want... I don't know _what_ I want." I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing. "I don't know why I called you."   "Hmm..." I could practically hear the corners of his mouth turning up. "Well... how 'bout this. Papa and Fin have a few more days before their next meet-up. So... howzabout I make my way over there... we put on an old John Wu movie... smoke some weed... and just hang out. Free of charge. Just bros being bros. Sound like a plan?"   I was curled so tightly around my phone, I must have looked like an over-boiled shrimp from above. "Y-yeah. I mean... whatever. Come or don't. I don't care." _Please come. Please come._   "Dope. See you in twenty." The phone went dead.   I stared in disbelief at the stark white screen as my caffeine-riddled mind had every thought imaginable.   _Are we really gonna chill? Or, like... "Netflix and Chill"?_   Is he gonna spend the night?   _Why the FUCK did I call him?!_   _I wonder if his tongue can fit in my mouth._   _Fuck ~ STOP! That's gay!_   _Well maybe I'm gay! I don't fucking know!_   This went on for quite a while. So long, in fact, that before I knew it there came a soggy knock at my van's back door. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ynZBJpwn Part of the series The Safeword is 'Papa' Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1185936-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-2.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1185942-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-4.md