The fox awoke.

At first he didn't feel like moving at all; he was comfortable and he didn't have any duty to attend to. Besides, his body felt a little heavy. 'How much did I drink…?'

Eventually he took a deep breath and tried to open his eyes. He had to settle for squinting when the sunlight greeted his pupils with too much excitement, but he could see enough.

'Where am…? This isn't the bed I slept in yesterday…' Then it hit him.

Gideon remembered everything that happened the previous night. His head hurt a little and it was resting on a soft and furry surface and… someone was touching him. Nick was caressing his head.

When the plump fox turned to look at his partner he realized he had been drooling on the other's fur. He finally met the officer's face, and he was smiling; it wasn't the usual "Nick grin", no, it was a sign of utter contentment, of bliss, of relaxation…

"G'morning Giddy." Nick greeted. His voice was nothing but a deep whisper, but to Gideon it was the best alarm he had ever heard. He practically felt his mild headache disappearing; the series of loud bleeps he was used to would have made it worse. He didn't realize, but as soon as the baker saw the slender fox he had been showing an expression similar to the other vulpine's.

"Good morning, Nicky." Gideon's voice was a little raspy; he had just waken up after a night of what could be considered heavy drinking and his mouth was dry, but to Nick it was almost melodic. Better than any bird singing good morning in any given bucolic movie. "Ah… sorry I drooled on you."

"Hey, I didn't complain." Nick replied and sat up slowly, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss the baker's tuft of hair, just like he did before they fell asleep. Meanwhile Gideon tried to dry the damp spot on the other vulpine with his paws, but his soft pads brushing against sensitive skin elicited a soft snort from Nick.

'Could it be…?'

Gideon repeated the action, touching Nick's lower belly with his spongy protuberances twice. This time a giggle left the former con artist's throat.

Who would have said it? Nick Wilde was ticklish!

Now that was something to wake up to.

The baker grinned and got on his knees to give a morning tickle session to the other vulpine, who realized what he was trying to do and trapped the bigger paws with his own as soon as they touched his body again. "If you keep it up I'll pee, and you're still between my legs." Nick kidded, leaning in close to Gideon, their muzzles practically touching.

"Ah, sorr-" But before the pudgy fox had time to finish his apology the officer freed his hands and had his own paws all over the other's exposed fur; chest, neck, sides…

But Nick's attempt at revenge-tickling Gideon proved to be useless when the other hummed-laughed and lifted his arms, allowing him to try again as he shook his head.

"Try all you want, I'm not ticklish."

Nick frowned momentarily and changed his tactic. His arms surrounded the other's torso and pulled him closer. "This is good too." He muttered against the baker's shoulder. His paw pads caressed Gideon's back muscles, which were surprisingly developed for a fox, but not really hard. That's the kind of physique someone with a healthy appetite and a job that implied lifting weight from time to time develops, I guess.

The touch made Gideon sigh and squirm in pleasure, as if a million of soft, small masseurs were working directly on his spine. He reciprocated the embrace, but he felt the other's hands going down and…

"…are you trying to tickle my tail?"

"…no?"

"Then you're trying to touch my butt?"

Nick response was a muffled laugh against Gideon's fur. The warm air coming out of his muzzle and hitting the baker's neck made the latter squirm again.

When you're not used to it, even the faintest of touches can be exciting.

"Well, you're getting close, I'll tell you that." Gideon added referring to his only ticklish spot (his feet) inspiring Nick's fingers to work overtime on the base of his tail.

'Wait. Wait, wait, wait!' The baker screamed in his head because, again, even the faintest of touches can be exciting if you're not used to it.

In a quick motion he lunged at Nick, sloppily pinning him to the couch and surprising him because of the sudden movement. He broke the exchange of low whispers that had been occurring since Gideon awakened when he raised his voice a little to ask if everything was okay, to which the plump fox replied "I told you you were getting close" in a somewhat agitated voice.

Luckily for him, Nick thought that he was referring strictly to being ticklish. Good thing Gideon's crotch wasn't in direct contact with the other fox, because now the couch was being pressed by a new bulge.

The slender vulpine smiled and closed his eyes before lifting his head and placing a quick kiss on the other's muzzle, action that made the baker's skin get even redder than it already was. He hoped his blush wasn't visible through his fur… and he also hoped something else wasn't visible either.

"So, what do you want to do today, Giddy?" Nick asked looking into the pudgy fox's half lidded eyes 'And I thought green was captivating…', now in his regular tone and volume.

The addressed mammal tried to play it cool; he let the other's arms go, but instead of actually sitting up he put his hands on the exposed chest under him, using it as support to move his face closer to Nick's, feeling accelerated heartbeats calling on him.

In reality Gideon felt like he wasn't really ready to get any more intimate yet, even if they practically saw each other naked a few hours after meeting.

"What about this? This is nice." He practically growled.

But his body was screaming something different, especially a little something between his legs.

Now it was his turn to kiss the other fox, and his wasn't a chaste kiss. No, Gideon kissed Nick as if needed it to survive, the way you expect someone to do it after many years of repression, with hunger, sloppily slipping his tongue in the other's mouth as soon as the slender fox went past the little shock the unexpected move caused and reciprocated the action, wrapping his arms around Gideon's neck.

It was really wet to say the least, and also surprisingly noisy.

During a brief moment of lucidity after feeling Nick's paws making their way to his hips, Gideon realized he had to stop before this went any further. He could feel his blood flow on his head and extreme stiffness on his other head, and both of them hurt at the moment.

He separated his muzzle from the other's a little abruptly before hiding his face in Nick's chest and muttering "sorry." But this actually made things worse: now he was breathing in the former con artist's scent straight from its source, and as it usually happens after consuming enough alcohol, he sweated quite some. Maybe that's why he was so "playful" when he awoke, because his pillow was practically made of pheromones?

Something like "I want to lick you, I want to taste you, I want to eat you…" and "Damned evolution! Why do foxes have sweat glands?" went through Gideon's mind at that moment… but hearing Nick panting would make it even harder for him to hide his arousal.

Nick wasn't sure of how to feel: he loved what just happened, but he didn't expect that to happen, and Gideon's subsequent behavior left him a little worried. "Whoa, where did that come from?"

The baker was embarrassed beyond belief and trying to push certain thoughts away from his mind. He apologized again and slowly moved his head to try and look at Nick's face, but it was just like minutes ago; a somewhat shy expression meeting a blissful one. Somehow, Nick really made him feel safe. "I… just felt like it."

A hummed guffaw escaped the officer's throat once again, and he caressed the plump fox's head just like he was doing when he woke up. What a déjà vu.

Before any of them had the chance to say anything else, the doorbell rang.

Saved by the bell, huh Gideon?

"Coming!" Nick exclaimed as the former bully tried to get on his knees again while crossing his legs. He got to lift his body just enough to let the slender fox leave the couch. For a moment Gideon thought he could stay face down until his shaft was back in his sheath.

"You know who it is?" He asked in a curious but faltering voice, stretching his right arm to pick their shirts up from the floor. He thought that if he had to look like a nervous idiot lying on a couch, he could at least get dressed. But honestly, the baker didn't want to see anyone else at the moment.

"Carrots. She texted me before you woke up."

Gideon eyes went wide when he heard that. When Nick was about to reach the front door, the baker stood up and rushed to the bathroom exclaiming something about showering. Well, that sure was an intense way of starting off the day.

The slender fox simply shrugged and finally opened the door.

"Good morning, Carrots."

"Good morning Nick… you're shirtless." Judy greeted back deadpanning when she saw the state he was in.

"No, I'm not." He replied in a similar way. They started a brief stare off that Nick won after the rabbit snickered. He let her in and went to pick his shirt up from the floor, but it wasn't there.

"Gosh, it smells like drunken fox in here." She commented pulling four paper coffee cups and a box of donuts out of the plastic bag she brought.

"Really? Maybe I should buy a new air freshener." He kidded before opening the two windows in the room. It could actually be a somewhat aggressive smell if you weren't used to it.

But at least both of them seemed to have forgotten about the tense situation from the previous day, or rather they decided to ignore it, which actually was for the best; if it wasn't for Clawhauser's intervention, it might have gone downhill.

"Are you guys hungover?" She handed him one of the cups and opened the box of treats on his kitchen table.

"Not really. At least I'm not." He took a sip of his lukewarm beverage. Black coffee, just like he tolerated it. "By the way, you haven't told me yet why you aren't at work."

"I actually went to work, but Bogo wouldn't let me leave detentions again today, and I thought-"

"Hold on. Now that I think about it, this is your first day off, right?!" He was legitimately surprised; four months ago she sprained her left wrist and she still went on patrol.

"Well, yeah, but-" She couldn't get to explain what working with Gibson was like; he was too excited and interrupted her once again.

"And all it took was two days without me? Oh, Carrots, you love me so much!" Only a few mammals could reach that level of irony before nine in the morning. But his excitement was a little exaggerated even for Nick's standards of pretending; there was something else behind it. Obviously Gideon wasn't the only one excited after what happened…

Judy eventually told him what was going on, not without more interruptions 'Was Ben hungover?' 'No, he was fresh, and he told me about your night out.' Luckily for Nick, he skipped the part they said they wouldn't talk about; Benjamin Clawhauser actually respected his friends' privacy… most of the time.

Nick's shower running was the background noise of their conversation, and during their talk Nick smelt a really strong scent coming from the bathroom that put a smirk on his face; he was used to a very similar one.

He knew what Gideon did during his shower, and he thought he could have helped him with it if Judy was slower.

By the time Gideon had finished showering Nick was done with his breakfast, and he decided to clean up a little before hitting the shower himself.

"And what are you guys doing today?" Judy asked biting into one of the round pastries courtesy of Clawhauser.

"I was thinking we could go to the theme park." Nick replied absently grabbing the bottle of pineapple juice that still was on the coffee table.

"Hmm!" She swallowed quickly and fished her phone from her left pocket. "I almost forgot. I checked it out yesterday after you guys told me you wanted to go, but I'm sorry to say it's been closed since last Thursday."

"What? Why?" Nick put the juice in the fridge and turned to look at her with a perplexed expression, one of his eyebrows raised in an inquisitive manner.

"Mammals almost dying. Read this; that place is in shambles." Judy handed the fox her device and what he saw disappointed him.

Three weeks ago one of the cabins of the Ferris wheel fell off. Luckily it was empty.

Two weeks ago one ride called the Tail Spinner got a few screws loose and it almost ended in a horrible massive slaughter.

And last week one of the rollercoaster's wagons got stuck mid drop.

"So they closed it to test if it's safe for mammals..." Nick finally said, returning her phone.

"It seems so."

"What if there's someone behind this, Carrots? Someone... who hates fun, maybe?" He put his left paw under his chin as he thought about the possible perpetrator of the "crime".

"Nick, are you serious?"

"Hmm... perhaps it was someone who's scared of heights..." The fox ignored her question and kept muttering to himself, walking to the sink to clean the glasses they used the previous night.

"Hasn't that place been running for almost 50 years?" Judy asked again. She couldn't believe Nick was actually thinking someone sabotaged the rides.

"Yeah...?"

"Maybe the rides are rusty..." The rabbit didn't understand why he took it so seriously. Was that the only place he had planned to take Gideon to? "But Nick, why do you care so much anyway? You can go to many other places. This is Zootopia after all."

"Yeah, but..." Nick had another reason to take the baker to that theme park. "I used to go there when I was little." He only went once. His dad took him there before disappearing, and the day they spent there was one of his most cherished memories. He wanted to create new memories with a new fox… perhaps to compensate for growing up without a masculine role model.

Nick actually admired Gideon; as far as he knew, he matured before him even if he was younger than him. He was more responsible… he might be what Nick needed when he was little.

Besides, he also thought he could explain in detail what Wilde Times could have been like.

He sighed before finishing with a lie. "I guess I just wanted Gid to have fun."

"Hey, come on, you're fun to be with!"

"He sure is! G'morning to ya, Jude." Gideon greeted in his involuntary accent coming out of Nick's bedroom wearing a plain white t-shirt and elastic jeans; the kind he used sometimes to work.

"Good morning Gid. I didn't know if you liked coffee, so I got you an espresso and one of those shakes with an impossible to pronounce name." She greeted back pointing at the two cups on the kitchen table.

"Ah, so kind of ya! Thanks." He sat on the chair next to Judy's, the closest to the sink where a smirking Nick was; as soon as he saw Gideon he remembered the smell that came from his bathtub moments ago, and with it the action that caused it. "So no theme park, huh?" The baker overheard them talking about what happened, and Judy replied to his question shaking her head and muttering "sorry".

"Did you enjoy your shower, Gid?" The slender fox asked hiding his actual knowledge behind a façade of innocence as he turned off the tap after finishing doing the dishes… glasses, in this case.

"Ah… yeah, Ah used yer strawberry shampoo." The baker replied focusing his gaze on the box of donuts in front of him. He was a little embarrassed; even if he and Nick were actually together, doing something like that in someone else's house while thinking about that someone wasn't something he was used to.

"Oh, I know." Nick said leaning in close to the pudgy fox, licking his lips before whispering in his right ear "I can smell it."

Gideon's eyes went wide when he heard that. Was he talking about…? How could he have smelt it?! He'd understand it if it wasn't because he was directly under the stream of water, and the shampoo's scent was really prominent… maybe years of baking deteriorated his sense of smell? Or perhaps Nick's was extremely developed?

Maybe he just was really horny and didn't think about the possible consequences.

He almost broke his neck when he turned to look at Nick, who had a more-sly-than-usual grin stuck on his face. He answered Gideon's unasked question by tapping his nose twice.

This time the baker instead of looking at his cup he tried to hide behind it. That was a… great step forward in their relationship.

Now that she could see the banter between the two, Judy wondered why she worried about them in the first place. Well, she knew why… but anyway, they seemed okay.

"So you guys are…?" Judy trailed off her vague question. Not even she was sure of what she was asking, but she wanted any confirmation of their apparent cheerfulness.

"Fine / Talking about shampoo!" Both foxes replied at the same time, one of them more nervous than the other.

Judy giggled at their shenanigans, and since Nick seemed to have forgotten about what had ruined his mood moments before, she kept going with a little joke. She grabbed her phone and tapped the screen a few times before saying "have you guys heard this Kanine West song? I think it fits you."

She skipped a part; the intro, maybe, put the device on the table, and music started to play.

"Bound (bound) to fall in love…

Bound (bound) to fall in love…

(Uh huh, honey)"

"Aw, Judy…" Gideon said smiling at the rabbit. He didn't really like hip-hop, but that was sweet, and he couldn't say she was wrong; it kinda fit them. But Nick knew that song, and he also knew what was coming next. His previous devilish smirk came back full force, and at the time he also thought it fit them.

"I wanna knot you hard on the sink (…)"

"Oh mah gosh, Judy!"

Couldn't the poor baker take a break? Nick broke into an uncontrollable fit of laughter at the other fox's scream. She was right, that song was perfect for them.

It wasn't usual to see Nick laughing like that, and Judy's giggles joined his guffaws a second after, but strictly because of Gideon's reaction. If she only knew why he reacted like that…

Nick paused the song before the plump fox had a heart attack and gave a 180 degree spin to the subject; now it was Judy's turn to talk. "Carrots, you haven't told us what your plans for the day are yet." He was doing that thing friends do to see if the other is okay. You know, when they ask questions because they're worried? Even if she had a convincing reason, Judy actually taking a break was kind if shocking.

"Oh… I don't really have any. Maybe I'll go shopping or something later." She didn't sound too convinced of her own words, and Nick realized.

"Hmmm… since the theme park is closed we could spend the day at the mall. Isn't that what teens do in dates?" Nick kidded sitting leaning on the sink.

"You're talking about you two, right? I don't want to be your third wheel." Judy said half-jokingly fiddling with her empty paper cup.

"What? Come on, cottontail. We're your friends."

"And that's exactly why I don't want to tag along. I'd rather not see you doing… more than friendly things."

"That's rude, Carrots."

The exchange of jokes was entertaining, but Nick didn't want her to feel lonely or left out because he spent more time with the one who originally was her friend only. "What about the guys at the station?"

"What about them?"

"You're on good terms with them, right? Sometimes I see you talking with Francine and… what's his name? Wolfman?"

"You mean Wolford?" Casually enough, those two were among the LGBTQ+ officers Clawhauser told her about.

"Yeah, that. Why don't you hang out with them?"

"Oh, uh..." Judy also hid things from Nick. The same way she didn't know about Wilde Times or the money he still had after his years of swindling, he didn't know about a little incident that happened while he was in the academy.

Since they kept insisting on it, Judy gave it a shot and went out with a few of her partners.

It was okay at first: a few drinks at a bar, some bad jokes… but as the night advanced, some of the officers got more than tipsy. Among them was Delgato, the male African lion.

Outside the station he was a… well, he liked to see himself as a "ladies' man", but Judy thought he was an asshole. Especially after he spent part of the night blatantly hitting on her, saying things that his friends considered as "jokes" but that made Judy feel really uncomfortable.

It all got worse when they were leaving and he offered her to spend the night at his place, because he didn't do it out of politeness.

That wasn't the first time someone hit on her, of course, but it was the one that made her avoid romantic relationships even more.

Delgato practically cornered her and he insisted, and insisted, and insisted… until Judy had no other choice but to punch him and walk away.

She just never felt that kind of attraction toward anybody. She didn't need to be with anybody to feel complete, she was her own mammal, and everything that relationships entailed didn't interest her.

Eventually Delgato apologized for his behavior, but things between them were still… tense.

Judy didn't enjoy that night at all, and she really didn't need an encore.

"If I'm taking a break from my duty, I don't want to spend my free time with more cops, Nick." She lied. She couldn't tell if Nick believed it or not, but if he didn't, he was hiding it perfectly.

By then Gideon had already calmed down, but he didn't really have anything to add. He didn't know that much about Judy's life in Zootopia aside from her work and Nick. The times she went to Bunny Burrows and they met they mostly talked about the years they spent not knowing what the other was doing.

"Okay…" Nick was running out of ideas. He focused his gaze on the back of Gideon's head and rubbed his temples. The baker's hair reminded him of something… of someone…

After a few seconds of thinking he snapped his fingers. "You could go pay Fru Fru a visit."

"That… actually sounds good. I haven't seen little Judy in a while." She thought about it. Judy (Hopps) was sure Fru Fru knew how to relax; not having a job and not having to worry about earning money because your dad the mafia boss's way of showing appreciation is spoiling you sure helped.

"Yeah, and maybe she'll treat you to a spa session or something. Think about it while I take a shower." Nick pronounced those last words looking and smiling at Gideon, who could practically feel those two green orbs directing his blood flow to unwanted places like his face, his ears, or his-

"Tell me, Gid; did our friends treat you right yesterday night?" Judy asked the pudgy fox, who realized she had said something when Nick was finally out of the room.

"Oh, uh, what? Ah… yeah! They're real nice." He finally answered.

It was the first time Judy saw him zoning out like that, but it was comforting; seeing people you care about happy makes you feel good. At least that's how it is for Judy Hopps.

"And… did Bogo tell you something about… you know, being with Nick or anything like that?" But again, just like her mother, she worried a little too much.

"Oh, no no, he was friendly. But Ah reckon at first Ah thought he was married an' had kids or somethin' like that." Luckily Gideon was used to that kind of questions and he knew how to deal with them. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he thought Bonnie Hopps was kind of gossip; and to him it seemed that Judy was a little like her.

But that'd probably be useful during her interrogations.

"Good, good… he can be kinda insensitive, you know? There was this time I was working on a case (…)"

Gideon recognized the tone she was using; it was the same her parents used when they felt like talking; when they wanted someone to hear what they had to say.

'Oh, boy… Nick, shower quickly. Please.'

Fifteen minutes later, when Nick came back, Judy was gone.

Gideon told the slender fox about what happened: during her monologue about her chief's lack of empathy at work she suddenly got agitated and eventually said she deserved to take a breather. Now she was on her way to Fru Fru's, and when Nick was getting rid of the empty paper cups he saw that the four of them were empty. Gideon didn't drink the coffee Judy brought for him… so who left the apartment was actually an overcaffeinated rabbit.

But she was Judy Hopps; she'd be okay.

And since they were in private again, Nick thought he could pick up where they left off.

"Well, well… alone together again." The slender fox said in a tone only a few mammals ever got to hear: his seductive one. He had only used it a couple of times as a last resort during his days of scamming, but he secretly practiced it for years. In fact, looking so laid back wasn't something that just went with him; his whole personality was acquired. His circumstances made him want to be that way.

Nick walked up to Gideon, who thought of standing up right when the officer's paws reached his shoulders from behind.

"Yeah…" The baker could almost feel those half-closed emeralds piercing his head and seeing the thoughts he had during his shower. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy the improvised massage, but knowing it could lead to a more intimate kind of contact made his heart race, so he tried to bring up one of the previous topics intending to maybe dissuade the other and calm down. "Hey… the theme park's closed, right?"

Nick believed he knew what Gideon really wanted, and to him something like this meant he was playing hard to get. 'Don't tell me you changed your mind…'

He'd have to be the blunt one now.

The former con artist hmmm-ed and slowly nuzzled the plump fox's head until his mouth brushed against black tipped ears and whispered "it's okay, there's something I want to ride more than a rollercoaster..."

"Nick-"

"I'm talking about your dick, Gid."

"Nick!"

"Yeah, say my name."

"No, no, stop!"

Nick obliged. Maybe Gideon had enough with one pawjob?

"I thought you wanted me to…"

"I… I think I do, but…"

"But?"

The baker sighed. The foundation of a healthy relationship is communication, right? Even if it embarrassed him, Gideon had to tell the truth; it was necessary if they wanted to keep advancing.

"I'm a virgin, Nick."

Many questions went through the officer's mind when he heard those words. 'What?' 'How?' 'Since when?!' among some others which were a little more complex.

It made sense: he lived in a place where only a few mammals had holes big enough to… no, no! It made sense because his job didn't let him socialize much. Yeah, that's it.

But after all Nick was an understanding mammal.

"Oh, I… I'm sorry Gid. But when you woke up you were so… you know… and then in the shower-"

"That's because you touched my tail..." Gideon admitted crossing his arms. He feared Nick would make fun of him.

The former con artist sat on the free chair next to the pudgy fox. His first time wasn't exactly romantic, so if he could make Gideon's any better he would; but he also didn't want to force it. If he felt he was ready he-

"You think I'm a freak, don't you?"

Even if it was unstable, romantic love overpowered lust; but that didn't mean their doubts were completely gone. Gideon, for example, didn't think he'd face this situation… at least not so soon.

"What? No. I was thinking about what would be the right thing to say... but it's flattering to know that I got you so worked up with just a few strokes."

Sincerity is important to make every relationship work, no matter if it's friendship or something else. What you like, what you don't… it may not always be what we want to hear, but on the long run it helps us understand the others better.

"I… I really want to… with you…"

It helps us make the right choice when we face a problem.

"I'm willing to… but only if you're ready." Nick said in his utmost sincere tone. He caressed one of Gideon's arms until he finally unfolded them and was able to hold his left paw. He wanted to make the baker know it wasn't that big of a deal; he wouldn't hurt him, he'd do everything he could to make him feel good. "Hey, if it helps any, when you were on top of me I thought my sheath was going to break." Of course, what happened that morning didn't only arouse the plump fox, but he was better at hiding it.

Gideon snorted at that and finally mustered the courage to look at Nick. He found a sympathetic smile and compassionate eyes, but he didn't want that. No, he wasn't a kit who lost a game of baseball; besides, Nick also wanted to take that step. He didn't want to make him wait.

If he was so sure of what he felt, he shouldn't have that kind of doubts.

If he trusted Nick as much as he believed he did, he shouldn't be scared of anything.

'I'm almost 27, for God's sake!'

Gideon frowned and stood up, but he didn't let go of Nick's paw. He took a deep breath and said what his brain both wished and feared to say.

"Let's do it."

"…what?"

"I-I'm ready. Let's do it now."

Nick didn't understand what just happened. What made the pudgy vulpine change his mind? Was that thing he said about his sheath?

"Are you sure, Gid? You don't have to-"

"I want to, Nick!"

There was no point in arguing if both of them wanted to do it.

The walk to the bedroom was almost eternal for Gideon. Every step made his hands shake even harder. He felt his body heat abandoning him; a tickling sensation invaded his spine, and his breathing was erratic.

Nick could see the other mammal was anxious, but he didn't say anything; he was nervous the first time he had sex too, it was only normal. Surely something like "don't worry, it'll be okay" wouldn't make things easier for the baker. He could only act.

It only took them fifteen seconds to reach Nick's bed.

The baker was light-headed; he even felt he had memory lapses.

One moment they were sitting on the edge of the bed, and Nick was saying something… Gideon nodded at what he said; the next Nick was kissing him. It felt good.

Warm, soft; a complaisant tongue visited his mouth, he didn't fight it.

Arms surrounded him. How many? Two; Nick's arms.

Gideon could feel his paw pads on his neck, on his back… but they weren't brusque; no, they were caressing every part of his body they touched.

They were so close.

His arms also moved, probably on their own accord.

Why was Nick wearing a shirt? Oh, right, he had also showered.

His shower… he was thinking about Nick.

Nick.

"I love you, Nick."

"I love you too, Gid."

Gideon wanted to touch Nick's fur, Nick's skin, every inch of his slender body.

Did he say something? He didn't remember.

Now both of them were shirtless.

How many tongues did he have again?

One. Nick was kissing him. Or was he kissing Nick?

Did it matter?

Did they ever break the kiss that started this?

Did it matter?

Those paw pads were now touching his chest. They weren't as delicate as before; they moved like a starving primitive wolf desperately looking for his prey.

And they found it; his nipples.

Did a thunder just hit his spine? Gideon couldn't describe it, but he was sure he was feeling pleasure.

No, pleasure is an understatement.

The most accurate thing to say would be that the god so many believe in visited his body. Was that even his body? He couldn't even control it.

He couldn't control his voice: he was unaware of every moan that left his throat.

He couldn't control his hands: he needed to touch Nick, to caress his soft skin and his most sensitive spots.

He couldn't control his respiration: ragged breaths collided with Nick's fur, and every time he inhaled, he could feel him.

Was he doing any of that right?

If Nick's sounds and lack of complaints were any indication, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

When did they lie down?

Nick was on top of him… were they wearing pants anymore?

At that point Gideon could only feel.

Fur, skin, bliss, satisfaction.

Was his heart beating at all?

He didn't care.

He couldn't think.

"Gid."

Who was calling his name?

"Hey, Gideon."

Nick.

He was with Nick.

"Nick…"

And then reality hit him.

He was in Nick's bedroom, lying on Nick's bed. And Nick was on top of him.

He could feel his shaft throbbing, and if he looked he'd have seen it leaking through his white briefs.

"Are you ready, Gid?" Nick's voice was nothing but a rough murmur among pants.

When he came back to his senses, Gideon was still nervous, but not terrified. He wasn't worried anymore. Not about his physique, not about his size, not about making an unforgivable mistake… because it was Nick who he was with.

He couldn't find his voice, so he just nodded.

He was ready.

Nick got rid of his underwear, exposing his erect shaft. He could only take a glance at it, but Gideon saw it was pretty similar to his. Okay, they were the same species, but size difference is a thing.

The officer slipped one of his fingers under the elastic band of the baker's briefs and pulled down, revealing a red, swollen dick that bobbed until it was pointing at Gideon's belly. It was practically drenched in precum, and the sight and smell unconsciously drove Nick's free paw to his own cock.

Gideon lifted his legs to make it easier for the slender fox to remove his underwear, and he had to fight the urge to lick it when he had it in his hand. Eventually he let it fall to the floor and admired the sight in front of him: the most perfect mammal he had ever seen was looking at him, and he couldn't tell if his expression was adorable or lustful. Gideon's eyes seemed innocent, but he was biting his lower lip in anticipation.

It was hard for him to avoid touching himself; he knew he'd be done with a few strokes. But he waited for Nick, who had quite some pent-up excitement stored in his balls too.

Nick rubbed Gideon's thighs thinking about what to do: it was clear that none of them would last long… but who said you only get to cum once? An imaginary light bulb lit over his head.

He gestured for Gideon to stand up. The addressed mammal obliged a little confused. He believed now came the part of… doing the thing he had watched on some videos on his phone.

But Nick was resolved; once the baker was on his feet, he got on his knees and grabbed his generous and tender ass, pushing Gideon's pelvis forward. The former con artist's restless paws massaged the soft flesh, making the plump vulpine's eyes open wide at the same time he gasped in a manner that resembled a purely animalistic sound. He was close, so close he was dripping on Nick's muzzle.

The officer's smirk screamed lust.

He licked the precum off his snout and in a rapid movement he shoved Gideon's cock until the sides of his mouth touched his knot.

The pudgy fox tried to call Nick's name to no avail; he could only growl at the unexpected action. He put one of his paws on his hip and grabbed the back of Nick's head with the other. He wasn't forceful; he didn't push. In fact, he didn't even realize when he did it; probably he just wanted whatever he was feeling to last a little longer.

The slender vulpine moved his paws from the baker's ass and started massaging the cream colored scrotum in front of him with his right and slowly touching himself with his left one.

He didn't move his head at all; his tongue did all the necessary work. It twisted, it twirled, it wrapped itself around the red protuberance, licked each and every side… all that while Nick suckled as hard as he could, tensing the stiff member even more.

Gideon couldn't care any less about whatever the other fox was doing; he was practically seeing heaven.

And the moment his testicles tightened up in Nick's hand, he was in it.

He shut his eyes tightly and a guttural scream left his throat. The paw holding Nick's head turned into a fist he had to bite on to muffle the sounds the best orgasm of his life caused. He could feel the climax everywhere: his feet, his ears, his stomach… he believed the officer had turned him into a pleasure machine.

In reality it only took Nick a few licks to make the baker cum. He was thankful he didn't move much; the first time someone sucked his dick he sucker punched the sucker, who was an older coyote who sucked at faking he wasn't a sucker for younger boys. 10th grade was a wild year for him; he dropped out before finishing, but then is when he made his first thousand.

Nick swallowed every drop. It wasn't hard since that was the second time Gideon came that morning, but even if it was scarce, he could feel the warm liquid's thickness on his tongue.

He loved it.

Now it was his time to finish.

Nick freed the baker's balls and still hard dick and leaned forward until his forehead collided with Gideon's left thigh. He only needed seven quick strokes to stain the space between the pudgy fox's feet white. His orgasm wasn't as loud, but if his claws were exposed, Gideon would be bleeding; he gripped the back of his leg with all his strength.

When he finally recovered his breath, Nick stood up showing his common sly fox face.

"Now that's what I call good foreplay."

Gideon smiled at that. "Foreplay?"

"We were getting ready for what's about to come... in case you wanna go again. I mean... did you like it?"

"I loved it."

"Then it was foreplay."

The baker let out a couple of hummed guffaws before sitting on the edge of the bed. "So… my turn?"

"You want to…?"

"Try and stop me."

It was Nick's turn to laugh. "Okay, but let me take a five minute break first."

"Yours is bigger than mine."

"Oh… you think so?"

"Yeah, it's definitely thicker."

"Ah, Nick? Is it normal to talk about this stuff right after…?"

"Well, pillow-talk isn't usually about how cute one's curtains are, Giddy."

"I see… then… I want to suck your dick until your balls look like raisins."

"…almost there Gid."

"…sorry. I'm new to this, you know?"

"Really? I had no idea."

"Har har."

"By the way, now I have to introduce you to my mom."

"What?!"

"Okay, ready for round two?"

Glorious afterglow.