One Way Road

Scrubbing off cum from your mane and coat - around 15 minutes.

Devouring a tasty dish of scrambled eggs with a side of tomatoes and pickles - more or less half an hour.

Lying in bed, thinking about the events from the shower and how good they felt - most likely 15.

The cuckoo clock reminding you of your cinema date with the stallion you’re trying to convince to keep seeing you - less than 5 seconds.

Scrambling for your keys, wallet and a splash of cologne to mask your heavy sweating - felt like an eternity.

Fumbling to close the doors properly, almost breaking one of the keys in the process - way too long!

Running at breakneck speed, bumping into ponies and knocking over a cabbage cart on your way to a cinema almost across the city - well…

* * *

“Please still be here, please still be here,” panted Snow, sliding to a halt in the middle of the cinema complex. He strained to see the gray coat or bat wings of his date, but was unable to locate him in the thick crowd that was moseying about. “Shit, shit, shitshitshitshit,” he hissed, barging his way through the mass like an icebreaker. Many tried to give him nasty looks or bark something at him, but he paid them no mind - all he wanted now was to find the colt and profusely apologize for being late.

He looked everywhere - in the cafeterias, the bookstore, the small gaming arcade and even the toilets. Wing Dancer was nowhere to be found, and the huge clock above the waiting area just ticked onto quarter to nine.

“Sun and moon damnit,” moaned the stallion, sitting on his rump. “How could I mess up so bad? Is this some kind of curse? Is something preventing me from getting along with that colt? How am I going to apologize for this...”

“Oh, so you did come! I was worried something happened to you.”

Winter’s heart skipped a beat before going into overdrive. The soft voice that stood out in the background noise of the complex, it was directed at him. He was relieved to hear it.

“Wing!” yelped the sergeant, whipping around to see where the voice came from.

Right behind him stood the batpony, a small smile on his face. He didn’t have much time to say anything else as he was pounced on by Snow, locked in a spine-crushing hug.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be late! I-I h-had stuff...stuff to do,” Winter spluttered out, cuddling the colt close to himself.

“That’s fine,” wheezed out the batpony, tapping the sergeant meagerly on the back. He was happy to see the stallion showed up after all. “I’d like to breathe now, if you don’t mind,” he whispered.

“Oh, yes, of course, sorry!” stammered out Winter, letting go of the dazed ash pony, letting him take a few deep breaths before continuing. “Damnit, because of me we won’t get to see the movie,” he said, scratching the side of his neck in embarrassment. “M-Maybe there is something else you’d like to watch? O-Or should I just take you for some ice-cream? Did you eat yet? I know a nice little place nearby that serves some great pizza. I’m not particularly hungry, but you know...or I could just take you back ho-”

Dancer giggled and put a hoof to Winter’s muzzle, effectively silencing him. He looked into those troubled eyes with relief - each minute past eight he fought with himself, trying to find a reason why the stallion couldn’t show up on time. He wanted so badly to start over, he probably would have waited another hour before letting go. Luckily, his faith was rewarded and the joy he felt now was well worth missing some crappy low budget comedy.

“Ice cream sounds good,” he said with a grin. He took a step forward, involuntarily dropping eye contact for a split second. He stretched his neck, looking softly into the brown eyes of the sergeant. The stallion blushed, looking away for a longer while before reaching out with his own snout and softly rubbing his nose against the batpony’s. From this up close, Winter smelled like cheap cologne. And it was the best smell Wing felt all day long.

* * *

The two ordered their treats in a nearby cafe. Snow had a scoop of chocolate while Wing was nearly forced to get a cup of three flavors of his choosing - mint, cream and strawberry.

“It’s really fine, you don’t have to make up for being late. It happens,” repeated the batpony, happily lapping at his sweets with just his tongue. He was given a spoon, but he always preferred to eat this way. Apparently it had the added benefit of drawing Snow’s attention when he thought Dancer wasn’t looking. The batcolt made it a point to take long, elaborate laps, gliding along the surface of the frosty orbs.

“Y-You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” finally huffed Snow, looking away from Wing diving his muzzle into the cup and slurping on a green scoop with half-lidded eyes. “Ponies are staring. Cut it out.”

Dancer giggled, licking his lips and nose thoroughly, smacking with delight. “Let them watch. It’s not like I care or anything,” he said, giving the sergeant a smirk. “Besides, teasing you is funny, and maybe next time you’ll actually listen and get me just one scoop. Unless you want me to get fat,” he concluded, outlining his slim silhouette with a hoof.

Red-faced, Winter gulped loudly. Part of him was relieved that the colt wasn’t skittish anymore, being the cheerful self he remembered from a week ago. A lower portion of him even appreciated all the licking and lapping going on in Wing’s now half-empty cup. But what now? Was all this some kind of invitation? How should he react? The mares he knew weren’t as openly sensual in public like that, even in heat. The batpony was extremely different from the shy and indecisive one of yesterday. Did he already forgive him the harsh words?

“It’s melting,” cooed Dancer, pointing at the sergeant’s hoof.

Snow shook himself back to reality, the sensation of sticky, cold sludge lingering on his forehoof. He quickly began lapping at the melting treat, much to the amusement of his companion.

“That’ll leave a stain on your white,” giggled the batpony, putting away the empty cup with the unused spoon. His sweet tooth was more than satisfied and he was in high spirits. So far the stallion reacted positively to his teasing, which meant that he finally loosened up a bit. Dancer himself was happy that he didn’t feel awkward or threatened by his date - his greatest fear was that Snow would be aloof or indifferent, maybe even stingy about his playful behavior.

“I knooow. And I just...just cleaned it,” muttered out Winter, trying to suppress his blushing.

“Speaking of,” interrupted Dancer, squinting at the guard’s mane. “Do you use gel? There still seems to be some left in your hair...”

“Uh, n-” Snow froze. There was something in his hair. Something that looked like gel. He put a shaky hoof to his head and, surely enough, there was a clump in there. “Y-Yeah, thanks, I’ll just-” he stammered out, frantically rubbing the spot, hoping it would break apart.

“Wow, who would have thought. I guess even short manes have it hard, eh?” sighed the oblivious batpony, batting at his own mane. “This thing is a mess in the morning. And don’t even get me started on the tail!” he laughed, swishing his tail for emphasis. “What kind of shampoo do you use, though? Your hair looks really nice and soft.”

“Uhh, I don’t know. Some brand,” replied Winter, drilling a hole in his skull. ”Y-Your coat looks a lot better than mine, though. It’s all shiny, and...” he paused, realising he was stretching his other hoof to touch the colt’s chest.

Dancer puffed it out after a bit of hesitation, smiling. “Oh, it is? Are you sure?”

Snow gently pressed forward, feeling the soft, short fur on Wing. One would think that such a length would be spiky, yet it was still flexible, feeling like a warm rug. He absent mindedly glided it up, beneath the silent colt’s chin, staring into the slitted blue eyes before him. He felt the batpony slowly settle his head against the appendage, relaxing into the touch. Winter was at a loss for words at how much it meant to him. His mouth slowly begun to levitate towards Dancer’s, when a clank to his side startled him.

“Oh, sorry, don’t mind me,” said the maid hurriedly scooping the cup onto a tray with her magic and trotting off.

“Aww,” moaned Wing, feeling Winter’s hoof retreat from his chin. The other stallion lay his ears flat against his head, smiling apologetically. “Oh well. Guess it’s getting late, huh?”

“Sorry,” muttered out Snow, angry at himself and the waitress. He got a bit lost in the moment and...actually, he regretted not going through. “Yeah, true. C-Can I walk you home?”

* * *

“And so, I think I might actually go to that interview tomorrow!” concluded Wing Dancer, a slight bounce in his step. “I mean, it’s not a super high pay job, but it’s a step forward, right?”

“Of course it is!” smiled Snow. “I myself am really considering applying for Staff Sergeant, since one of my superiors had a stroke of luck and will be advancing soon. It’ll be a lot of hassle though, with all the sucking up and extra hours I’ll have to do...”

“But it will be worth it, right?” asked Wing, backwards strutting in front of the stallion. “It is what you wanted to do? To be the best guard possible, right?”

“I guess. You could say that, yeah,” nodded Winter, observing his date smile gleefully. The batpony’s energy was rubbing off on him and he could hardly stop himself from grinning like a moron at the beaming muzzle.

The night was silent for a while, save for the clip-cloping of their hooves on the rocky pavement. Wing Dancer returned to Winter’s broad side, admiring the strong earth pony’s build. His imagination stirred to life, slipping images of that strong chest under his hooves, those muscular legs around his back and that well-defined jaw buried deep in his mane…

Snow felt something lean against his side. From the corner of his eye he saw the dreamy eyed colt shyly press into him. He let the batpony nuzzle his shoulder, enjoying both how cute he looked and how good it felt to simply be touched. It has been way too long since he had anyone he could share such moments with, and in the stallion’s mind it mattered less and less that the one he chose isn’t of the opposite sex.

“You smell nice,” murmured out Wing Dancer, taking whiffs of the horrible cologne.

“You always smell like lavender,” replied Snow, bending his head to look into the sea-like eyes of his companion.

“You like it?”

“How could I not...if it’s you?”

The sergeant smiled as he saw a blush bloom on under the ash fur.

* * *

“This reminds me of our first meeting a week ago,” chuckled Dancer as the two reached his apartment.

“Except we were soaking wet and cold, and I had a giant stain on my back,” smirked Snow, dabbing a hoof at the pavement.

“Well, you do have a chocolate stain on your hoof, if that counts,” remarked Wing. “While I can’t make it rain at the moment, I still can-”

Before the colt was given a chance to finish, he was taken aback by the sergeant suddenly closing the distance between them and diving for a firm kiss. Dancer immediately melted into the sensation, twisting his head slightly and lowering his body, granting the stallion better access. The submissive pose under the towering stallion excited him as he welcomed Snow’s strong tongue into his mouth. It didn’t ravage him in a lust driven frenzy, instead caressing his own muscle with tender attention.

Winter more felt than heard the vibrating, deep moan of the batpony. The sensation was intoxicating - he never wanted to let go of those lips. The slender tongue of his partner danced in tandem with his, swirling in circles between them. The sergeant delicately ran a hoof along the back of Wing’s head, receiving a drawn out moan in response. He was by far the best kisser the stallion ever had.

It felt like an eternity before the two finally parted their lips, a strand of saliva breaking between them. Both were blushing, their muzzles numb and slightly agape from the heated moment.

“W-Well,” begun Dancer in a whisper, “t-that was n-new. I-I think I like new.”

“Better get used to it.” Snow let a smile bubble up on his face as he lowered his nose for a smaller kiss, followed by another. He couldn’t get enough of the slightly minty taste the batpony had.

Dancer didn’t feel like going home anymore. He could sit there all night, kissed repeatedly by the stallion. Each time their lips touched, pleasure sparked through his brain, causing his wings to twitch in arousal. He was shivering inside, trying hard not to get too excited - this time he wanted to take it at the guard’s pace, which so far proved to be very rewarding. But still...

“I-I...you wouldn’t perhaps want to...come inside for...some tea?” he finally gasped out.

Snow considered it for a moment, feeling the batpony’s elevated breathing on his neck. “Maybe...maybe a cup would be nice.”