Jack Savage licks the Nick

Bright lights. Giant, squeaky clean mirrors. Most importantly: no noise. Jack walked through a jungle of exercise apparatus, noting how surprisingly nice everything was. It probably helped that this was a hotel gym, and no one used those. Especially at four in the morning.

The rabbit strolled further across the gym, admiring how much it contrasted with the communal ZIA facilities. At any given time there would be at least two dozen mammals working themselves to the bone. The smell of sweat and the low, heavy growling sound that preds made when exerting themselves would fill the room. Here, there was none of that. There was just him and his IPawd nano.

He chose one of the newer looking leather benches to start his workout, loading the barbell with a lighter weight to start off. He lay on the flat surface and took the bar into his hands.

He pushed up, getting the bar off its safety hooks. He inhaled before bringing the bar down to his chest, feeling his muscles contract and burn. He pushed up again, exhaling. One.

Repeating the process four more times proved to be a piece of cake, and once he had set the bar down safely he got up to get more weight.

A vibration rippled through the air, and through the Kanine West song playing from Jack’s earbuds he could detect a hint of smug. Someone was talking to him, and that someone was––

Wilde stood not a few feet away from him, smirking as he was wont to do. “Hey, partner!”

“What are you doing up so late, fox?”

“I’m nocturnal. All the times I’ve been quote unquote “sleeping” have been to trick you into joining me. You talk in your sleep. I have hours upon hours of video. Anyway, are you aware of the risks associated with bench pressing alone?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Are you worried about me? I’m very flattered, but I’m fine. I do this all the time.”

He went towards the weights on the other side of the gym, but was blocked. Nick stood in the way, crossing his arms. He looked down at Jack disapprovingly. “Hey, normally I’d be all about letting you kill yourself, but having my partner get crushed by gym equipment the day before we finally close the case would not look good for me.”

“You know I could just knock you unconscious and continue with my workout, right?”

“Please don’t.”

They stared at each other, icy blue eyes meeting green in a supreme battle of masculine will. Strong silence reigned in the empty gym, building and building until Jack decisively gave up. He sighed, slouching slightly. [As much as he hated to admit it, Nick was probably right.] “Fine, fine. Help me load the bar.”

When all was said and done, Jack hopped up onto the bench and lay on his back. What greeted him was not a pleasant sight. Where the bright lights once burned brightly, Nick’s smirk took their place, filling his vision with nothing but the frivolous fox’s face.

“Is something wrong?” Nick asked, knowing full well what was bothering him.

“No.” Jack replied, determined to keep his calm in the face of this very annoying adversity. He shut his eyes, blocking out Nick’s face, feeling peaceful at last. He felt for the bar, gripping it tightly when he found it. He pushed up once more, locking his elbows and moving the bar of off the safety hooks. Making sure that the bar was as straight as could be without opening his eyes, he inhaled. With his visual sense deprived, everything else felt enhanced. The air in particular was clean and crisp.

He lowered the bar, feeling the familiar contraction in his chest and relishing in the burn that his muscle’s resistance to the weight gave him. When the bar made contact with his upper torso he drove it upwards once more, releasing the air from his lungs. Satisfied with his perfect form, even with his eyes closed, he went to execute another rep. He inhaled––

And into his lungs entered a ton of heady musk. Caught off guard, the strength he was expending to keep the bar held high dropped by a hefty load. Thankfully he felt an extra pair of hands steady him. He opened his eyes. Speaking of hefty loads…

Wilde had his cock out, and it was mere inches from his face.

The fox grinned down at him. Probably. Jack couldn’t actually see, on account of the canine member blocking his vision. “I hope you don’t mind, Stripes. This gym is awfully hot.”

“Not at all, swamp eyes.” To both of their surprise, Jack tilted his head back and took a long whiff, drinking in Nick’s potent scent. His head suddenly felt lighter, and he thought that he should stop before anything stupid could happen, but where was the fun in that?

He held his breath, holding the soft spice that was Nick’s personal scent in his lungs. He lowered the bar until it made contact with his chest, and pushed it upwards again. He breathed out and took another inhale.

He repeated the motions another 3 times, which proved to be an inherently difficult task. Fox musk was proving to be incredibly distracting. The stuff had gotten him aroused beyond belief, and that wasn’t helping his focus. A few times he seriously began to think that he might need Nick, but eventually he powered through, locking his elbows and safely putting the bar back where it needed to be.

He then promptly rolled off of the bench and tackled Nick onto the ground.

They hit the floor hard, but Nick landed on his back, and as a result was helpless against Jack as he reverse straddled his chest. The bunny wasted no time, immediately getting to work on pleasuring Nick to orgasm. Suddenly he felt thankful that he was born without a gag reflex. He doubted that many other bunnies could take two thirds of Nick into their mouths without any sort of foreplay. Except maybe Hopps. But even then, Jack considered himself the better lover.

He savoured the taste of the salty member in his mouth, lapping at the tip persistently as he suckled gently. On occasion he would draw back, marvel at the beautiful sight of a single string of saliva still connecting him to the fox, and lick up and down the entire length before putting it back into his mouth once again.

Nick could only feel the sensations and not watch, but he wasn’t about to start complaining. His vision of the blowjob was completely eclipsed by Jack’s perfectly rounded butt, and his twitching tail. He was helpless, only able to groan in response to the ZIA agent’s oral caresses.

Minutes flew by and before they both anticipated it, Nick’s moans became more and more vocal, and he began to buck desperately into his partner’s eager mouth. Greedy for the money shot, Jack pulled him out of his mouth. He took hold of Nick’s cock with both hands, one hand milking the entire length and the other rubbing the swelling knot.

A harsh groan sounded out from behind, along with several thick ropes of cum. Jack continued his ministrations, pointing Nick at his mouth and catching most of it in his mouth, stroking him until he was sure that there was no more.

He swallowed hungrily, until his mouth was devoid of jizz. He got off of Nick and held out a hand to help him up.

The fox raised a brow at him. “You uh, don’t want me to return the favor?”

“I do. Just not in a public gym.”

Nick chuckled, taking the hand and standing up.

They smiled at each other amiably. Maybe it was all the garish light but for once neither one of them had anything bad to say about the other’s appearance. Nick wrapped an arm around Jack as the rabbit tip toed, arcing his head back and making for their lips to–

“Whoa whoa whoa!”

Jack pushed the fox away, walking backward at the same time. They both laughed, trying to ignore the burning blushes on their faces.

“Asshole.”

“Dumb cunt.”

“Call me that when my dick is in your butt. I dare you.”

“I will.”

They awkwardly made eye contact, still blushing madly, and exited the gym.



(for Thematic Thursday: /fit/ Zootopia)