Braeburn grabbed the fringed edge of Cheese Sandwich's serape in his teeth and lifted it up. As Cheese turned to stare, Braeburn wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, before setting the fold of fabric up against Cheese's withers so he could talk.
"Howdy pardner. Been awhile!"
Cheese broke out into a sweat and glanced around, his expression partially hidden by the shade of his hat. He was always nervous about their meetings, especially when Braeburn got so forward right on the main street of Appleloosa. But that didn't mean Cheese was unwilling. His voice dropped down to a whisper, even though the towns folk weren't paying either of them any real attention, other than a few random, curious looks.
"Your place free?" Cheese asked.
Braeburn nodded and trotted off, knowing his companion would be trotting right behind him. It wasn't much, a small bachelor apartment that he shared with one of his many cousins. Luckily Half Baked was hanging out at the Salt Block and probably wouldn't be home until late.
Once they were in his bedroom, he grabbed Cheese's narrow jaw and pulled him in for a searing kiss. They lapped at tongues and the inside of muzzles as Braeburn let go to cradle the back of Cheese's head and pet his curly mane with the softer padded part of his hooves. Cheese moaned and the flicking of his tail caught Braeburn's attention as he leaned back and opened his eyes.
"You want me back there, huh?"
Cheese nodded, shame tinging his goofy grin. Braeburn knew that he just felt so awkward asking for anything. Asking for this. His friend was so used to giving himself to everypony, but not like this. He hadn't even worked up the courage to ask that mare that he liked, if he even liked mares that way. It was like pulling teeth getting anything really personal out of Cheese, beyond his destiny. Well, Braeburn had no problem helping some poor pony enjoy himself and he had done his best to get Cheese to at least confide about his lust. He really liked Cheese or he wouldn't have bothered. The guy was sweet and funny and it was kind of cute how he needed help cutting loose when it came to anything really intimate.
He kissed Cheese again, rubbing his shoulders and then his back soothingly until his partner relaxed and almost went boneless under his touch. That was a good sign. Braeburn trailed his tongue and lips along Cheese's smooth jaw and down his long neck, nibbling gently at his partner's bare throat. Then let Cheese go to get a better look at what he was working with. His partner was already swinging in the breeze and stiffening up nicely.
Braeburn coaxed him onto the bed, since the mattress was softer than the floor, and massaged Cheese's thigh in anticipation. He breathed on the smooth head and rolled the tip of his tongue into the gently dribbling opening. He gave it some nice long licks and kisses, showing his appreciation as he got a feel for it with the padding of his hoof, careful not to scratch too hard with the edge. Then he began slurping up the end of that dark, silky cock. So sleek and quivering... Every soft groan and sigh from Cheese was music to his ears. He couldn't help chuckling with his mouth full as he petted the rest of Cheese's length that was hard to fit all the way inside his wet eager mouth.
"Ah... mayonnaise!"
A thick, heady set of squirts coated the back of Braeburn's muzzle, sliding down his throat as he continued sucking on his slightly convulsing, shuddering treat. He didn't let go until he was sure that Cheese had finished and then he kissed the flared tip affectionately as Cheese gasped.
"Whoa! Whoo... Gi' me a minute." He sounded a bit dazed and fuzzy.
Braeburn just grinned and waited, massaging that firm, flat croup until Cheese finally snapped out of it. He stopped when Cheese scooted away and got up off his side, then knelt down on his front legs, spreading his back ones and crouching down to give Braeburn easier access. He nibbled on Cheese's dock until his curly tail was lifted well out of the way, giving him a lovely view of that dark pucker. Then he draped his forelegs over Cheese's arched back, hugging his pal tight.
His own erection was firm, but as always, took a little wiggling to get it in. Cheese, being a party pony, had already used his magic to lube up while Braeburn wasn't looking, which certainly helped. As it slipped in, Braeburn savored the slight resistance which quickly made way for more as he eased in as deep as he could go. Ahhh, he loved this. He just wished he'd had the sense to make Cheese take his clothes off first, but this was still good. It was all so... so good. He kissed what he could reach, through the wool serape and cotton shirt underneath. Then he began to move, taking his time, just enjoying the way his friend shivered and pushed back. Cheese was as happy to have him inside as he was to be there.
Soon they were both panting as Braeburn felt the welcoming warmth squeezing him tight and he grunted as he began to push harder... faster... better. He heard the faint slapping of flesh distantly, focusing on how good and sweet Cheese was for letting him in. Those soft whimpers were his own as his balls created more tension. Just building and flowing through him, getting him so close... until the dam flooded. He slowed, seeing stars, feeling relief and pleasure overwhelm him. But before long, he just noticed how sticky they were now.
"Hah... I don't think you have the right cutie mark," Cheese said.
Braeburn snorted as he climbed off and debated what to do. Wipe up now or wait? Eh, he didn't feel like climbing off the bed just yet. They curled up side by side, his forelegs around Cheese's neck and Cheese's forelegs around his shoulders and belly. Braeburn flopped his hind legs over Cheese's flank and licked his cheek.
"And just what 're you suggestin', mister?" he finally asked. Cheese blinked and then shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe a trophy? For best sex."
Braeburn tried to keep a straight face as he gave Cheese a firm, sideways glance of disapproval.
"That's just sad."
Cheese rolled his eyes and gently smacked him on the cheek.
"Hey! They can't all be good ones. Especially when I'm still ridin' the afterglow."
He couldn't let it go. He just had to tease Cheese some more.
"Amateur."
Cheese shoved Braeburn's hat over his face and Braeburn couldn't help laughing then. He nudged it off and snuggled in an attempt to be forgiven. To his contentment, Cheese grudgingly snuggled back.
"Your cutie mark needs to be an asshole."
Braeburn blinked.
"Me? I don't take it as much as you do!" he said. "Not that I mind."
Cheese rubbed at his square chin thoughtfully, while looking smug.
"Hrmmm... give me a little time here and we'll fix that."
Braeburn chuckled. "Will do, pardner!"
Author's Note
This is probably horrible. Absolutely no proof-reading and I wrote it in... I dunno. Half an hour? Less? (Also, I love CheesePie... I can't help adding a hint of it.)
