Buzzed
A part taken out of my old fanfiction.
While high, Finnick finally admits how he feels and Nick offers a way to feel better.
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"Finnick!" Nick called. "Finnick, are you alright?" The fennec in question didn't give any response, all his attention was on the ceiling above them.
Finally the small fox blinked and blew out the cloud of smoke he was holding onto. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ge gave a frown, turning his attention back to the joint held in his paw. "Well, actually...it's just...shit."
Nick grinned and sat back on the couch, relieved that Finnick hadn't floated off to space. "What is it? Come on, you can tell me."
"Sometimes I get scared, Nick." Finnick admitted, passing the joint back to Nick.
"Don't worry, it'll pass in just a few minutes," Nick chuckled, taking a hit of his own.
Finnick just shook his head and gave a frustrated groan. "No, it's more than that. Ever since you joined the fuzz I get scared that one day you won't come back from work."
Nick's eyes widened and he put the joint down, setting it on the ashtray.
"What do you mean, Finn?" Nick asked. He didn't realize it at first, but his claws were gripping into the fabric of the couch.
"You know what the hell I mean, Wilde." Finnick's mood quickly shifted from fear to annoyance. "Something happens to you at work. What the hell am I supposed to do? What if you get shot or something? What if you don't make it? What am I gonna do then, Nick!"
"Finnick!" Nick yelled. It was sudden and made the smaller fox nearly jump out of his fur. Nick lifted the fennec and held him up to eye level. "Look at me. Look at me, Finnick. I'm not going anywhere."
Finnick avoided Nick's gaze, his eye misting and his breathing became heavier.
"You had me so scared today! When Judy told me what happened, I called, I left text after text. And for two hours I got nothing. I thought you died, you stupid motherfucker!" Finnick snarled, his voice broke as tears streamed down his muzzle.
"I would never leave you like that," Nick brought Finnick in close for a hug. He could hear the fennec's sniffling and felt him holding the red fox closer.
"I think this stuff might be a bit too strong for you," Nick chuckled.
Finnick wiped away his tears and started to laugh uncontrollably. Nick set him down on the couch and rolled his eyes. He picked up the joint and gave it a long, slow inhale. Filling his lungs with as much as they could carry, the red fox held onto it for a few seconds before blowing it back in the fennec's face.
"Maybe we should just turn in for the night," Nick suggested.
"Nah, Nick. There's something I want to do first," Finnick chuckled deviously.
"Oh, really? And what is--" Before the red fox could finish his sentence the fennec had already reached into his shorts, pulling them down to reveal his sheath.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Finnick asked, running a paw over his bits.
Nick smirked and stood up. Sinking back down, he was on his knees and right between the other fox's legs. Slowly he pulled Finnick's shorts off, revealing his cream furred orbs as well. Recently Finnick had discovered a kink of fooling around while high. Everytime the two of them began to smoke it was only a matter of time before a tent would rise in the fennec's shorts.
Finnick smirked and sighed as Nick ran his tongue over his sensitive sheath, coaxing the twitching rod to slide out. As it grew to half mast the fennec caressed Nick's muzzle.
"Like what you see?" Finnick smirked.
"Mm...I do." Nick winked as he wrapped his lips around Finnick.
The fennec gave a pleasured sigh, feeling both the high in his head and the tingles coming from down below. He let Nick do his thing as he reclined back in the chair and closed his eyes. But soon he gave a hiss and quickly sat up.
"Ow! Dammit, watch the fangs, Nick!" He whined, looking Nick in his glassy, red eyes.
Nick rolled those same eyes and continued. As Finnick reached his full length he bobbed his head slowly back and forth, dragging his tongue across the tip. He kept a steady pace, making contact about halfway before making his way back up to the tip. Finnick's ears twitched as he could hear the quiet, wet sounds of Nick's mouth doing it's thing.
There were many sensations Finnick was feeling all at once; he felt so warm, wet and like he was floating. He gave another sigh as Nick picked up pace, gliding his tongue further down his length and deeper into his muzzle. Soft sounds came from the red fox, feeling his own maleness throbbing through his own shorts. Finnick's tail began to wag as he felt his inflated knot spring free from his sheath. That was a sign he wasn't going to last much longer. Nick gagged a bit as the smaller fox began to quickly thrust himself into his muzzle. He quickly relaxed and allowed his jaws to relax, spreading his tongue wide for the fennec to hump. He could already taste the pre dripping from the quivering tip. Nick was sure it wouldn't be long. Reaching his left arm up Nick wrapped his paw around Finnick's slick rod and used it to add to the thrusting fox's pleasure.
With a grunt and deep moan Finnick gave one final thrust, forcing his knot past Nick's paw and against his teeth. Nick gave a moan of his own, feeling the tip touching the back of his throat. Finnick looked down at his own maleness, watching his swollen knot swell and pulse. He could hear Nick swallowing the hot load from his tip. Finnick grabbed Nick's ears and thrust into his muzzle, pushing the knot into the red fox's muzzle. Nick gave a gag, feeling Finnick's knot throbbing against his tongue at the tip pulsing and leaking down his throat.
Finnick panted as his climax died down. He sighed and pushed Nick's head back. With a wet pop and a cough from Nick, the fennec was free. His rod twitched and leaked a thin line of his thigh. Nick gasped and licked his muzzle, getting up from his knees and crashing down on the couch.
"You gonna do something for me?" Nick asked with a pleading look in his eyes.
Finnick rolled his eyes and groaned. "Fine."
Nick grinned and fished his throbbing rod out of his shorts. Finnick grimaced but knew that Nick went through all that trouble and he had to repay it. He spit on the pulsing mass and used both his paws to jerk it up and down. Nick's ears swiveled back and his tongue rolled out of his muzzle.
"Fuck..." Nick panted, giving a small thrust in the fennec's paws. Finnick increased his pace, wanting it to be over as quickly as possible. Nick's knot slowly popped out and his tip was freely leaking fluids, giving Finnick the lube he needed to go even faster. Nick clutched the cushions of the couch and gave a snarl, feeling his climax approaching.
Come on, hurry the hell up, Finnick though as he jerked even faster, hearing the wet sounds, along with the pants and growls of the bigger fox.
The fennec soon got his wish. With one grunt Nick's rod erupted, shooting a jet of seed on the unprepared fennec's muzzle. Finnick gave a disgusted groan as some of it got in his mouth. He was too distracted with what was in his mouth and didn't point Nick's maleness any other way, catching another thick spurt on his upper muzzle, his nose was coated, filling his nose with the scent of the fox's marking. Nick gave a relaxed sigh and his rod softened as it fell from Finnick's paws.
"That was great," Nick panted.
Finnick said nothing, getting up and heading for the bathroom, leaving the fox alone to revel in the afterglow.
A few minutes later, after Nick cleaned himself up and gave Finnick an apology the two cuddled close on the couch and were soon fast asleep in each other's arms.