The Cream of an Apple

by SilverMistMLP

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance, Human
Length: 4191

Braeburn, a young male who is 25 years of age, has a lot to cover with a new fellow who just so happened to be what he wanted.

[Alt. Universe] [M/M clop]
Braeburn is walking the streets of Manehatten when he comes across a mysterious tall, red-haired man. Slowly but surely, he introduces himself, and they start up a storm with something more than words.

A/N: Enjoy, person, pony, or other creature. Leave a comment why you liked/disliked the storrry~

Pre-read slightly by herowertyer

Art belonging to: John Joseco

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-13 04:10:05 UTC

The Cream of an Apple

The Cream of an Apple

Braeburn looked around as he sat on the bar stool, the crowd clearing out as the clock hit midnight. Taking the final swig of his cider, he put the glass down before raising himself from the stool, fixing his attire slowly before pushing the stool under the isle like a true gentleman would. As he turned to leave, he heard the bartender's familiar, but drunken voice call out to him.

"Aye, Brae, where ya goin'?" the bartender called to him as he made his way from the bar. In her left hand, she held a bottle of patron, bringing it to her lips to take a swig as she watched the cowboy depart.

He looked over his shoulder at the plum-haired bartender with a gentle smile. "Ah gotta get goin', Punch." He placed the palm of his hand on the door before smiling once more. "Thanks a ton for the pointers, by the way."

Braeburn pushed open the door of the bar, stepping outside and looking around in the darkness, his eyes still adjusting to the dim lighting of the night compared to that of the bar. "Ah knew Ah should'a brought a flashlight or somethin' for tonight," he whispered out-loud as he put on his cowboy hat and shoved his hands in his brown leather jacket pockets, listening to the door of the bar close behind him simultaneously.

The streetlights lingered high above him, flickering every so often as he walked down the eerie sidewalk of southern Manehatten. The roads were quiet, but the only good bar had resided in that area, and he could never get anyone to go home with him.

Pulling out his lighter, he raised a cigarette to his lips and held it there as he lit it, breathing in the toxin and releasing it. Looking around again, the streetlights flickered as a tall, white man approached him.

As he came closer, Braeburn made out little details about him. His hair was an orange-ish color, the brightest feature so far. Looking the man over, Braeburn caught his eyes. The green shards of emerald stared back him, the color just slightly darker than his own.

"Howdy there, partner," Braeburn said, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out the smoke. "May Ah help ya?"

The ginger man came into view, his height greater than Braeburn's by just barely a few inches. Guessing by how he stood and the ripples in his muscles as he moved, he was a farmer, and the southern twang in his voice captivated Braeburn. "Eeyup," he said deeply, his voice soothing somehow.

"What might that be?" Braeburn replied, gazing into his eyes.

Pausing for a moment, the redhead looked Braeburn over, biting his lip briefly. "The name's Big Macintosh, or Mac. Whatever ya want," Mac told Braeburn with a soft smile.

"Well, mister Mac, Ah'm Braeburn," he said, holding his hand out.

Big Mac took hold of Braeburn's, turning it over in his own for a moment before letting his hand go. "That's a cute name ya got there," Mac complimented with a grin.

Braeburn smiled. "Why thank ya." A small blush rose to his cheeks for a brief moment as he continued walking along the sidewalk. "Ah better get going," Braeburn told Mac with a small wave as he turned the other way.

Grabbing his arm firmly, Mac pulled Braeburn into him, causing him to drop his cigarette on the ground. "Why are ya going? Ah think we'd have a mighty fine time right here," Big Mac suggested with a sly smile.

Braeburn blushed harder, his cheeks flushing slightly more. "Ah don't think that's a good idea," he mumbled softy. "We're out in public, and Ah barely know you."

"Get to know me then," the farmer in front of him said as he caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.

Braeburn looked up at him, catching his eye again. A flash of lust burst through them, and he could feel his own member tingling. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take someone home for a change. I mean, I haven't had any sexual contact for a while, so this should be okay, right? Braeburn argued within his mind.

Mac slid his fingers idly down Braeburn's cheeks for a moment before sliding them down his chest and his stomach, feeling his abs below his shirt sent his body into over-drive.

Braeburn looked down at his hand for a moment, his eyes following up his body slowly as he took in every aspect of his body. Slowly but surely, Mac ended up backing Braeburn against the wall behind him, the streetlights flickering more constantly and the bar music just barely drifting outside. "Ah don't know about this Big Mac. Ah mean, anyone can walk out here at any moment and just..."

"Just what? Stare? There ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of a crowd," Mac said with a sexy growl as he leaned in, catching Braeburn's lips in his.

Staring at him for a few brief seconds, he leaned into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as his hand wrapped around his neck, gently pulling him closer as he tangled his fingers in his shoulder-length hair.

Mac slid his hands down Braeburn's hips slowly, closing the gap between them to deepen their kiss. Licking Braeburn's lower lip as if begging for access, Braeburn opened his mouth slowly. The ginger brushed his tongue gently against the other's, his hat falling off just slightly. Taking it in his hand, Big Mac placed the hat on his head as he pulled away, opening his eyes slowly as he nipped gently at Braeburn's lower lip. "What were ya sayin' 'bout someone comin' out here?"

Braeburn licked his lips before gently touching them with his fingers. Looking up, he pulled Mac down to him, his lips crashing into his and he immediately took on the roll of dominance. Turning them around, he pushed him against the wall, putting his hands on either side of his shoulders before pulling back some and taking his hat from upon Big Mac's head.

Mac stared down at him, a blush hot on his cheeks. The freckles splattered across his cheeks were more noticeable now that Braeburn managed to make the oh-so-brave farmer blush intensely. Adjusting his hat, Braeburn grabbed Mac's wrist, pulling him down along the sidewalk and to his car.

Mac stopped mid-pull, causing Braeburn to turn around and face him. We're mere feet away from my car. Why is he stopping here? Braeburn's mind was screaming internally, his member not agreeing with Mac's actions either. "Why'd ya stop me?" he asked subconsciously, looking at him somberly.

Giving a tender smile, Mac leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Ah don't want to do anything with ya in a car. Ah'd prefer a nice comfortable bed for me and ya to enjoy it more, without being in a limited area," he explained, pressing his lips once more to Braeburn's before pulling away, giving him gentle pecks every few seconds.

Braeburn smiled softly, hugging Big Mac tightly. "Ah'm glad ya understand. Ah didn't really wanna have ta do a quickie anyway." Braeburn chuckled lightly, causing Mac to catch on. The two grabbed each other's hand before darting to the car, quickly getting in. Big Mac leaned over the center part of the car, kissing Braeburn for a few moments before he pulled away. "Now, now, Macintosh, Ah think we gotta wait a few minutes 'till we can have some real fun without anyone intrudin'," Braeburn hinted with a smirk as he gunned the engine to life and drove off.

(＾ω＾)

Braeburn pulled into the driveway of his house, the dirt road kicking up dirt onto his Ford Explorer. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, he opened his door before quickly closing it, just barely being able to open Big Mac's door in the same minute. "Follow me," he told the taller one with a seductive smile before walking up the short path to his porch.The small deck held a couple of lawn chairs, both being graced in gold-and-orange stripes. Before opening the door, Braeburn turned around, being greeted by Mac's wondering eyes. Giving a smirk, he said, "Already checking me out again? Ah'm not even naked yet."

Blushing slightly, Mac looked away, trying to advert his gaze. "Nice house ya got 'ere," he complimented, trying to bring up a light conversation before the special something happened.

"Why, thank ya kindly," Braeburn said before pushing the door open and placing his keys on the small, round table residing by the front door.

Mac followed him inside, taking his shoes off on instinct. Looking around, he saw a small kitchen with a bar-like isle as a counter, and Braeburn was leaning against the counter on the opposing side. Mac's deep green eyes began wondering over the cowboy slowly, biting his lip gently as he did so. He looked up as he felt two gentle fingers tilt his head upward just a bit, before a pair of tender lips were placed on his.

Braeburn had leaned across the counter, using his upper-body strength to hold himself there as he kissed Big Mac gently, leaving his lips there for several silent moments. He then pulled away slowly, licking Mac's lower lip as he did so. "That was just a warm-up," he whispered in Mac's ear softly before sliding his tongue up the outside of his ear before backing up with a smirk on his lips.

The farmer looked at him with lust-driven eyes, his heartbeat picking up speed just slightly as Braeburn retreated back from the isle before walking around the corner and down the hall. Following him with his feet dragging across the floor, his member grew slightly in his pants, causing a bulge to form in his partially ripped blue jeans. He slid his hands slowly along the wall, the cowboy looking back at him occasionally with a sexy, undeniably hot grin on his lips.

It was then that Big Mac cracked.

He took a defiant step forward when Braeburn turned around, grabbing his slim wrists in his hands with more strength than anticipated before he kissed him deeply, holding Braeburn's arms above his own head as he did so. Slowly, he backed him up against his bedroom door, pushing his body hard against him. Unexpectedly, Braeburn leaned forward, pressing his lips harder against Big Mac's as if begging for more.

It took a moment before Mac registered it, but he moved forward some, closing the very small gap between their firm, built chests. The heads of their members grazed each other's slightly, making both of them even more hard than they previously were. Braeburn placed his hands on Big Mac's firm shoulders, squeezing them lightly as the kiss deepened ever so slowly. Gently, Braeburn started grinding against Mac, pressing their members together every now-and-then, sending an electric shock of pure enjoyment through each of them.

Mac turned his head slowly to break the kiss, causing Braeburn's lips to move to his neck, where he then began to tease the farmer. Giving a gentle nip to his neck, Braeburn ran his tongue up the side of Mac's neck before tenderly nibbling his way back down to the base of it, placing a gentle, lasting kiss there before Mac's hands squeezed Braeburn's hips.

Braeburn let out an almost inaudible, but cute moan when he squeezed his hips, causing Mac to pull away gently. "Did Ah hurt you, baby?" he asked in his timidly deep voice.

Giving a reassuring smile, he said, "Not at all. It felt...good," he whispered under his breath. Mac brought his hand up and tilted Braeburn's head upward by grabbing his chin with his pointer finger and thumb. Slowly, he leaned in, kissing him softly before wrapping his other arm around his waist to hold him close. Their body heat exchanged, their tongues entwined as Mac opened the bedroom door, picking Braeburn up easily.

Braeburn tangled his hands in his hair as he kissed him, pecking his perfect lips before teasing him by leaning in and just brushing his lips against Mac's. Eventually, Mac gave in. He dropped Braeburn down onto the bed, both their cocks visible through their jeans. It was obvious that Mac had enough, but Braeburn was just getting started.

"Someone looks ready," Braeburn smirked as he bit his lip as his eyes traveled down Mac's jeans. Slowly, he leaned forward, unbuttoning them with his teeth before sliding the zipper down with his tongue, all-the-while keeping eye contact. Sliding his pants down, Mac stepped out of them before beginning to remove his shirt, only to have Braeburn grab his wrist. "Don't worry," he started before standing up. "Ah can fix that," as the words rolled off his tongue, he pulled Mac's shirt off of him in one swift moment, examining his clean-cut abs. He licked his lips as he eyed his body, not even bothering to cover it up.

Mac smiled before gently kissing Braeburn's forehead. "Are ya sure about this though?" he asked curiously.

Braeburn nodded before he slipped his hand down Mac's underwear, sliding his fingertips teasingly along his cock. He leaned against Mac for a bit as he slid his fingers along his dick for a few moments until he slid his underwear down with his other hand, freeing the beast. Braeburn looked down self-consciously, eyeing the monster presented before him.

"Think ya can handle all that?" Mac asked with a smirk of his own, and damn, was it hot! Mac eyed him with hungry eyes before biting his lip gently, tilting Braeburn's head upward to kiss him tenderly. Mac, being the gentle man he was, pulled Braeburn's hand from his underwear. Just before turning him around to where his stomach was to Braeburn's perfect back, he removed Braeburn's shirt, tossing it elsewhere in the bedroom. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants with one hand, as his other went to work with the zipper, pushing his pants south in just barely a few seconds.

Braeburn pushed his pants down further, gently brushing his ass against Mac's cock before he started wiggling his way free of his jeans. He stood up again as he kicked his pants aside, leaning against Mac's body. He tilted his head back to kiss Mac's chin gently, resting his head against the taller and stronger one's shoulder.

Mac's arms snaked around his body, tracing Braeburn's abs with his fingertips before sliding his hands along every inch of his torso, getting a rather "friendly" feel for his one-night lover. Slowly, his hands slid down Brae's sides, slipping his thumbs into his underwear. He moved his fingers around the waist band while Braeburn's brought his arm up and wrapped it gently around Mac's neck, playing with his hair while Mac teased him.

The shorter one turned his head slowly, kissing the corner of Mac's lips before he too turned his head and caught Braeburn's lips in his own, pouring plenty of passion into the kiss. Mac slid Braeburn's underwear down further, allowing the head of Braeburn's cock to peek out. Slowly, he pushed them down further before his full length popped out, his erection fully visible. Mac wrapped his hand around his lovers length before slowly jacking him off.

Braeburn gasped slightly, pulling back from the kiss ever-so-slightly. Mac's touch was so tender, so loving, so abnormal. "Ya can go faster if you'd like," he told him in a calm, but breathy sort of voice.

"Ah don't think so," Mac told him with a soft smile, kissing his cheek as he slid his hand up and down his shaft, Brae letting out soft gasps with each stroke.

Within due time, Braeburn turned around, and the teasing was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled Mac down to him, sliding his hand to the back of his neck and kissing him deeply. Slowly, Mac backed the cowboy up before laying him on the bed, their tongues battled over each other for dominance. Mac took Braeburn's hands in his own, pinning them down to the bed as he pulled away from the kiss, making his way towards Brae's soft spot.

Brushing his tongue against Braeburn's neck, he kissed it tenderly, barely pressing his lips to it. Brae pressed his body against Mac's, their rods rubbing together for a brief moment before one of Mac's hands made its way slowly down Braeburn's chest, feeling every muscle twitch under his touch.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, his hand wrapped around Braeburn's cock, the twitching he felt in his hand was what turned Mac on even more. Slowly, he kissed both sides of Brae's neck softly, before doing the same thing to his collar bones, nipping at them gently before making his way down his washboard abs, the feel of them on his lips made him slightly more eager to take him in.

Slowly, he made his way to Brae's awaiting cock, stroking it slowly and listening to the sounds of his unsteady, breathy moans and gasps of pleasure. It was then that he took Brae's head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the seven inches slowly while jacking him off. His other hand was busy playing with his balls tenderly, barely allowing his fingers to brush against them for too long before taking them away unexpectedly, making Braeburn's sigh.

Braeburn slid his hand to the back of Mac's head, tangling his fingers in his hair once more before pushing him down slightly further, barely being able to hold back his dominance any longer. Still managing to jack him off, Mac picked up the pace, both jacking and sucking him off before he could feel him reaching his peak, the taste of a few drops of pre-cum in his mouth giving him away. Slowly, he unwrapped his hand from around Brae's twitching cock before taking it all down, swallowing Brae whole before pulling back, wrapping his hand around him again and jacking him off, picking up speed occasionally.

Hips bucking, body sweating, moans and groans getting louder, Brae was about to cum, and they both knew it. Grabbing the sheet tightly in his hands, he could feel Mac swirling his tongue around his head again without even having to look down, the warm sensation traveling to every part of his body. His hips bucked upward once more, shoving his cock into Mac's mouth, and cumming down his throat.

Mac pulled back, a few smithereens of cum dripping from his mouth before he licked his lips clean, running his tongue up Brae's rod to clean him up as well. Finally, he stood, his other hand wrapped around his own ten inches of a monster. He was rock hard, from what Braeburn could tell, but he didn't care. He was on fire, and he wanted more of Big Mac. Every. Last. Drop.

Slowly, Mac started sliding his hand up and down his cock before looming over Braeburn, placing a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips. Brae reached upward, grabbing some lube from under his pillow and handing it to Mac. "Y-you're gonna n-need this," he told him in a breathy sort of voice before tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

Mac stood up and put a bit of lube on his cock and in his hand, rubbing his thumb along Brae's anus, before inserting his finger into his ass slowly, stroking him gently. "Mmm, don't tease me like that," Braeburn moaned softly as he bit his lip.

Stroking his cock with his other hand slowly to evenly spread the lube along his cock. He lined himself up with Brae's anus before rubbing his head against his ass once he removed his finger. "Are ya sure?" he asked while still adding more lube to his enormous cock.

Nodding his head slowly, Braeburn grabbed the sheets in his hands tightly as he shut his eyes as tight as he could, biting down on his lip. As Mac pushed inside of him, Brae's mouth opened in a loud gasp mixed with a small moan while he clenched the sheets tightly in his hands.

As Mac slid into him, inch-by-inch, he could feel just how tight his ass was, and it made him all the more eager to take him to extreme amounts of pleasure. Once he felt himself all the way inside of him, he pushed Braeburn's legs open more, his cock laying against his stomach with his hands clenching the sheets tightly.

Placing his hands on his hips, Mac pulled out slowly, before quickly thrusting back into him, Brae's moans catching in his throat with each thrust. Mac slowed down subconsciously, leaning down and kissing his lover deeply before quickly thrusting into him, going faster and faster with each thrust.

With each graze of their lips, each touch of their naked bodies, with each thrust getting rougher and rougher, Mac was going to climax inside of him, and he didn't want that. Not at all. He wanted what Braeburn gave him - the opportunity to taste his sticky-sweet cum for himself.

After one final thrust, Mac pulled out fully, leaving Braeburn panting and sweating more than he was before. Continuously, Mac stroked his cock quickly before sitting on the bed, still jacking himself off. With a sore bottom and sweaty body, Braeburn got up and got on his knees at the foot of the bed, taking Mac's rod in his mouth and replacing his hand with his own, jacking him off while he slid his own hand along his own erection.

Taking an inch at a time in his mouth, he successfully managed to swallow every inch of Mac's erection before pulling back, repeating it a few times before Mac's hand slid to the back of his head, pushing him down with a moan of pleasure. Brae sped up, swirling his tongue along the head of Mac's cock as he jacked both himself and Mac off before pulling back, still sliding his hand along his dick but slower now.

With a sly grin, he kissed Mac passionately before laying him down on the bed and standing up. He put some lube in his hand and along his dick, sliding his finger along Mac's asshole before teasingly running his fingertips along his cock slowly, playing with his balls in his other hand.

As if on purpose, he lined himself up with Mac's anus before sliding into him all the way, causing Mac to let out a rather loud moan of pleasure. Braeburn kissed him again before thrusting into him, pulling out and repeating it a few times. Slowly, Mac's moans and groans got louder with each touch, kiss, and thrust.

Before long, he couldn't take it any longer. Moments before he was about to cum, Braeburn pulled out of him, the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out of him still there. Braeburn took Mac's cock in his mouth once more, deep-throat his rod repeatedly before he finally erupted.

A large load of cum shot out of him, going down Braeburn's throat before he pulled back, getting some on his chest and neck as he swallowed Mac's cum. Giving a smirk, he licked his lips and kissed him gently. "For a big guy, ya sure do got a big load," he whispered into Mac's ear before giving it a gentle nibble, pressing his erection to his as he did so.

"Mhhm," Mac managed, leaning his head back as Braeburn nibbled on his ear gently.

Braeburn's hand wrapped around  Mac's cock, stroking both simultaneously, causing Mac to release a gentle moan. Mac, slowly but surely, repeated what Braeburn was doing. Mac picked up speed while Braeburn remained at a slow pace, occasionally slowing down every time Mac picked up speed.

Mac kissed him deeply and passionately as Braeburn stopped, the obvious sign he was about to cum. Mac picked up speed, going faster with each stroke. Eventually, another one of Braeburn's loads ended up on him, this time on his stomach and chest. "Same goes fer ya," he whispered as Braeburn rolled over next to him, catching his breath.

The two gazed into each other's eyes, Mac running the back of his fingers along his cheek gently before kissing his nose and giving him a gentle but exhausted smile. "Round two tomorrow?" he asked with a sexy grin.

Braeburn nodded before giving him a gentle peck on the lips, rolling over. "Absolutely," he whispered.

Mac pressed his body against Braeburn's, pulling him close against him before kissing his shoulder. "Goodnight, sugarcube," he breathed against his lover's skin before taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent; his smell was a mixture of Apples and sex -- and damn, it was hot.

Closing his eyes with a smile, he placed another kiss on his shoulder before curling up against him tightly, allowing sleep to take over him once he heard the gentle, soothing snores of the cowboy next to him. "Ya were ma cowboy tonight," he murmured before he drifted off to sleep.

THE END