Title: Wrong Bottom
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Zootopia
Setting: Various
Pairing: Finnick/Gideon Grey
Characters: Finnick, Gideon Grey, Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/4
Word Count: 686
Type of Work: Chapter Fic
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Vague Plot, Unbeta'd, Bottom!Gideon Grey, Top!Finnick
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: A case of mistaken identity takes Finnick on a roller coaster to woo Gideon Grey in a week.
AN: So, this is actually my first FinnGid fic that I'm getting posted, and I'm kind of surprised by that. xD I haven't written as much for them as I thought I would, I suppose. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!
Chapter One: Mistaken Identity ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As the slap rang out through the city block in downtown Zootopia, everyone seemed to come crashing to a halt. The fennec responsible for the noise seemed less concerned by the staring, eyes wide as he watched the jiggling rump before him. Orange eyes seemed glued to the spot, even lingering as the fox (very notably not Nick) turned. He almost looked physically pained, ears back and eyes a little wide.
"Uh, h-hey there, fella." The thick accent just made his bashfulness even more obvious, but at least all the lookie-lous were done gawking at him, "Do you n-need something?" The red fox was so thankful that he wasn't being carefully scrutinized, lest the smaller see the evidence saying he likely enoyed that. Scent, though, that might give him away. Thankfully, shock caused the small pool of lust in his belly to freeze when he heard the voice the little guy packed.
"You could, I bet." There was a hunger in those amber eyes that made the larger fox blush beneath his fur, ears twitching.
"I- I just make pies." Gideon all but squeaked, thrusting out his hand, "I'm Gideon Grey." A quick glance at the truck he was unpacking probably would have cleared that one up pretty quickly.
"Finnick." Replied the shorter fox, brows drawn in and a frown apparent on his face. He'd never met a man that looked half as ready to come to heel as this guy. Watching him unload a tray of goodies and knowing his cover was down, he settled for 'seductive' over 'adorable', "What's a cute little," Almost flinching at the word, he rolled on, "Thing like you doing unloading at this little shop?" Resting back against the side of the truck, the fennec gave a playful wink that nearly had Gideon falling into his pies.
"I have a, uh… Contract. With them, they help me sell my baked… Stuff." Even as he stumbled to the door, Finnick was quick to grab it, holding it for the distracted fox before him. Quick paws had him back at the truck once he was left alone, taking a small cupcake and knocking it back.
"Pretty good baked stuff, Gid." That deep baritone had every hair on the taller fox's body standing on end, the second he reappeared, "But I bet none of this stuff is as sweet as you."
Choking on air, the larger fox watched as the fennec strutted past him, grabbed a couple of large blueberry muffins from the back of the truck, and crossed the street. Disappointment shot over Gideon's face as Finnick crossed to another red fox, handing him a mufffin and playfully smacking his rear. The demanding fennec pulled his obvious partner down and whispered something to him. They laughed their way out of GIdeon's line of sight, and he heaved a sigh, not bothering with the stolen good as he looked the wounds to his damaged pride.
"So, you grope all the handsome red foxes in this town, Finn?" Nick teased, taking time to assess his friend.
"Slapped his ass 'cause I wanted to get you back for the nurse dress thing. It just wasn't you."
"That nurse dress fiasco was two years ago, learn to let stuff go."
Fighting back a snarl, the elder fox huffed.
"Still, his.. Muffins are nice."
"...You haven't even taken a bi- Cheese and crackers, Finnick! I don't want to know what you want with his 'muffins'." Nick gave an exasperated sigh and finally bit into the actual muffin in his paw, "Oh hey, these are good."
"You think that Gideon Grey's staying in the city?" Finn finally asked, head tilting up to regard his friend.
"Judy said he'd be staying for a week or so, promoting his 'baked stuff'." Finger quotes included, "So, I'd say you have a week to woo your pie fox."
"A week, huh?" The crafty Finnick was ready to make good on that particular plan. He knew he wouldn't be able to get that jiggly rump out of his head until he had it.
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