Nick x Finnick (Zootopia)

Can't Believe He'd Change After All These Years

(Nick's POV) 

It was just a few hours after I visited Finnick and we got bored pretty quickly. I was still astonished at how much Finnick had changed. Too caught up in the moment, I had forgotten about his personality and his snarky demeanor. He always seemed so tough on the outside but maybe the soft lull of cars at night lured the more fragile, and adorable, side of him out. Finnick seemed tired and so was I. At least we were happy. I've never seen Finnick smile so casually and so affectionate either. We watched TV until a breaking news alert came on. 

Finnick sighed,"Oh god..." 

There was a news flash and a male gazelle spoke in an urgent voice.

"Murder case in the Downtown region of Zootopia. But fear not, Zootopia, Judy Hopps has already been given charge of the-"

"Oh?" My ears caught the sound and I peeled my eyes away from the omelette I was making to look at the news report. I looked at the tv.

Judy Hopps. The dumb bunny. Carrots. 

I shook my head. Glancing at Finnick, I remembered our little interaction earlier. I've moved past Judy. Even after the Nighthowler incident,  discrimination against predators was still amidst Zootopia. I left the ZPD because I did not want to ruin her reputation. Looking back, I just wanted her to reach out and plead for me to stay. But, I guess it was better for me to leave anyway. 

"Hey! Watch the eggs!" 
Finnick startled me out of my thoughts as I looked regretfully at the pan I was still holding. The eggs are burnt. Oh well.

"Dumbass." He remarked, before turning off the tv. He hopped off the couch, that's right, hopped, because he's still tiny. It was comforting to know that his short stature never changed. 

I slid the ruined omelette in the garbage, dazed still from the memories of Judy. The pan then went in the sink, which was already full from other dirt dishes. 

Finnick watched me the whole time, and when I finished, he came up behind me and embraced my back in a tight hug. 

"I know you're thinking about Judy." 

I gulped, knowing he was right. "I don't want her anymore."

Turning around swiftly, I swept him off his feet as he gave a indignant yelp. I placed him back on the couch as I heavily slumped against the cushions. 

I turned to him. His eyes were wide, mouth agape. He simply stared and I chuckled, relishing his look of surprise. 

He mumbled,"I didn't know you had loved her." He looked sad. 

I quickly corrected him, and failed. "No, it was simply a business relationship, y'know, friends and stuff..." I trailed of when Finnick looked at me, unamused. I sighed,"I mean, yeah, I did leave the ZPD and move away, not because I was mad she rejected me, but because I just wanted to be alone now. A quieter city life is what I wanted, and honestly, I grew tired of her." 

"Tired of her?" Finnick's humorously large ears flicked. "I only saw you two together like three times and even I know you loved to tease her."

I shifted my gaze, looking instead out of the open window to my right. "Teasing her was fun, until she started teasing me back." 

Finnick rolled back on the couch with a deep, hearty laugh. I never even thought his laugh would be so deep as well. Most cases, I almost forget his voice is so deep until he talks. 

He regained his composure, dusting off his little body. "Well, do you still want her?" Finnick scooted closer, leaning his head against my side. "Even now?"

I, unable to meet his sly eyes, looked away, back out the window. The sun was beginning to set, giving off a lush and red glow. It was romantic and with the cute fennec fox leaning on me, it was even better. 

Finnick slowly unbuttoned his shirt as the smirk I shot him gave him the answer he needed. Without looking, he flung his shirt onto a nearby chair. Nice toss. He stretched out his arms, wrapping his paws around my head. I leaned into him, gently, and we cuddled as the light in the apartment slowly faded away. And with the light, my lingering thoughts of Judy left. 

"That's right, Nick. You have me." Finnick managed to whisper before I silenced him with my mouth.

Our tongues wrestled in an undeclared match of tongue-war and the soft slurping noises made it that much hotter. Now, my eyes began to adjust to the dark, you know, pros of being a predator and all, and I looked at him from head to toe. Inwardly, I laughed at how I didn't have to move my head at all to see Finnick's whole body. The silhouette of his lithe body, I could see, against the dark couch. He laid on his back, legs apart, arms above his head. He looked so cute... and so vulnerable. I couldn't see his facial expression, but I knew by the way he was breathing, he wanted me. And I wanted him just as badly. He whined a little, and I firmly clasped my left paw to his mouth. I could feel him struggle a little, and I removed my paw. He licked his lips, eager for a taste of mine. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction just yet. 

I moved my paws through his body, running laps around his flat belly, ruffling his fur. I relished the feeling of it, and he gave small sighs as evidence to his comfort. He stretched upwards pulled my tie. I quickly let him tug me down. He whispered into my ear, a low rhapsody.

"Goddamn fox, I've missed you so much..." He pronounced each word slowly, lingering on the end of each word. His deep voice felt like a remedy for any disease. 

Taking the initiative, I scooted down the couch, leveling my head with his belly. He peered down at me, curious. I gave him a long stroke with my tongue, going up his belly fur, and ending at his maw, where he met my tongue with his. My saliva lingered on his fur, and he shivered. I held him down by the shoulders as I slowly nibbled at his neck. He was mine, and mine only. 

"What's with the personality change, pup?" I asked, half-growl and half-question.

Finnick rubbed his nose,"Oh, I didn't want you to get mad at me or any-" He flinched as I pressed a little harder, but still not hard enough to hurt him. I gave him a quick lick on his cheek. He began sobbing,"Shut up, man! I thought you didn't like me the way I was. That's why you left right?"

He looked heartbroken, repressed feeling came out of his eyes as tears. I immediately felt bad for asking him about it. I got off him, and cuddled him instead, head on top of my arm. He leaned into my red fur, breathing softly. Each time he gave off a hiccup, I broke inside. Finnick... was crying. In what universe could this have been possible?

"Finnick, I... I didn't join ZPD because I wanted to get away from you. I did... for Hopps." I looked at him. His eyes glittered in the dark, still teary. I sighed,"Finnick, I... just didn't know what the feelings I felt for you... I didn't know what they were. I was confused. I'm sorry, buddy." 

He gave off one final sniffle, and leaned into my chest. The fennec fox muttered,"I thought you didn't like me. I felt like if I changed, you'd be my friend again."

I assured him gently,"Finnick, I've always wanted to be more than friends with you." Finnick looks so cute. With his body turned towards me, he was just so adorable. I would take care of this little goofball forever. 

His only response was a quiet, yet happy, purr.

"No matter what, as long as you're happy, then I'm fine with whatever you do. There, there." I patted Finnick's head, right between his huge ears. He rested his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I turned my head to my left and breathed in his scent. He still smelled of booze and other stuff, but a new scent was emerging. I didn't know what it was, or how to describe it; but, the best way to explain it was this: It smelled like home.

Author's Note:

Goddamn! It's almost been two years. What made me come back? Quarantine boredom. Yeah, you know it. That or I've just had a re-lit passion for these two and I want to make it a reality. 

Hope you enjoyed, and as usual, leave me any suggestions or advice in the comments. 
Thank you and stay safe during these trying times  :)