Apples and Sweets

Big Macintosh kept his face solid as a stone. Admittedly this was more difficult than usual at this specific point in time, for while his face showed no emotion his breathing was indeed heavier than normal. He closed his eyes to avoid any sign of his feelings being shown to the stallion in front of him.

The workhorse tried to think how exactly he had ended up in a situation where he tried so desperately not to show emotion. They were kissing just moments ago, and then Caramel had suddenly started kissing his neck and running his hooves all over his chest. He didn’t think he would have nearly this much of a reaction, or lack there of. Caramel was squirming on his lap, and all that did was cause a new sensation to travel through his body.

A pair of lips pressed themselves to the underside of his neck, causing his body to wiggle as well as his own lips. When a tongue began to lick at the area the bed creaked from how much Big Macintosh squirmed.

“Nghnn…” Big Macintosh let one sound escape his lips. His face was burning after that, a flush covering up his freckles. Caramel was all but laying on his chest and running both hooves up and down his burly chest. While Big Macintosh could control the muscles in his face, it was nearly impossible to control his pounding heart that he knew Caramel felt.

He had begun to hold his breath when teeth nibbled on a particularly sensitive part of his neck. Big Mac grinded his teeth and let his hooves grip at the green covers on his particularly loud bed. Eventually he had lifted his own hooves without much warning and put them on Caramel’s sides.

“T-That’s enough!” Big Macintosh hadn’t meant to snap it, but it still came out. He pushed Caramel away and held him at a foreleg’s reach. He didn’t want to look in Caramel’s eyes, but he could tell the stallion’s face was growing pink. Caramel opened his mouth several times, but it was like he couldn’t find the right words.

“Y-You didn’t like it, did you?” Caramel’s voice was quiet, almost apologetic. He lifted his hooves to put them on Big Mac, but soon lowered them to grab his own arm. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped when I…”

Caramel trailed off. He looked down between the two with a look of defeat on his face. Big Macintosh felt his heart sink, and nearly hit himself upside the head for snapping at his lover.

“It’s okay, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh reassured his partner. He pressed his hoof under Caramel’s chin, thankful that the other didn’t seem like he was about to cry. “It just felt weird, that’s all.”

“I just thought you would like it,” Caramel shrugged his shoulders. The tan stallion swallowed hard and hesitantly let his body fall on Mac’s chest. “Sometimes when we kiss for a while you start kissing other places, a-and I really like it. I should have asked, I’m sorry.”

“Stop aplogizin’, Sugar,” Big Macintosh let his voice be firm. He kissed Caramel’s nose and heard him giggle. That at least brought a smile onto both of their faces. “Ah didn’t say it was awful.”

“But you didn’t like it,” Caramel shook his head. “You were really quiet… when we kiss you normally smile and chuckle and just act happy.”

“Ah…” Big Macintosh trailed off. He lifted a hoof to scratch at his cheek and felt it was still warm. Caramel seemed to notice this as well, for his eyebrow lifted in question. “It… tickled…”

That last word was so quiet even Mac wasn’t positive what he had said.

“Uh… what?” Caramel seemed even more confused.

“It tickled.” Big Macintosh got the words out quickly, but he could still see Caramel’s smile grow.

“You’re ticklish?” Caramel asked. Big Macintosh felt his heart pound loudly at just how excited his boyfriend sounded at the idea of that. Caramel sat up with a grin on his face and put his hooves on Mac’s shoulders. “Y-You never told me.”

“Ah didn’t think Ah had ta,” Big Macintosh shrugged his shoulders. He could see Caramel roll his eyes. “Ain’t everypony?”

“You tickle me all the time,” Caramel’s cheeks were beginning to turn pink again. “I thought you wouldn’t be… most of your skin is rough and you’re strong and big and… w-wait, you weren’t laughing…”

“What?”

“When I… kissed your neck…” Caramel mumbled.

“Ah uh,” Big Macintosh scratched behind his head. “Ah bit my tongue.”

“Mac,” Caramel giggled, though his lips soon turned to a frown. Big Macintosh frowned back, aware that worry was indeed crossing over his face. “Can you not… y-y’know, hide how you feel?” Caramel’s hooves rested on Mac’s sides. “I get nervous if I don’t know if you like things I do… I-If you like something, can you tell me?”

Big Macintosh nodded his head. He could feel his face grow warm once more, though he agreed to Caramel. The thought of squirming and giggling at Caramel’s will wasn’t exactly a thought that settled down his beating heart. “Ah won’t try an hide it.”

“Promise?” Caramel asked.

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh nodded his head, though he did notice Caramel’s smile looked different from before… almost devilish.

“So you’re really ticklish?” Caramel asked.

“Ah uh… Eeyup.” Big Macintosh kept looking at Caramel’s smile.

“Can I see?” Caramel asked. Mac frowned at just how excited he sounded.

“Uh,” Big Macintosh looked down. He tried to think of the last time he had been properly tickled, yet he couldn’t remember. “S-Sure just… just don’t go too fas-”

Big Macintosh wasn’t prepared for the hooves that dug into his belly. His cheeks puffed out in a way that must have looked rather silly when Caramel’s hooves ran up and down his belly in quick strokes.

“Pffff, BahahaHAHA!” The workhorse didn’t think he would laugh so fast at that, but Caramel’s hooves were pressing down hard enough to work past his thick skin.

“Oh, so you are ticklish!” Caramel’s laugh reminded Big Macintosh of something from a novel about a villain. He didn’t expect Caramel to push him to his side, but before he knew it he was on his back on the loud creaking bed. The more he squirmed the more Caramel seemed to want to make him suffer. He tried to kick his back legs but it was useless, Caramel was sitting on them.

“Sh-Sh-Sugarcuhahaha!” Big Mac laughed and Caramel’s giggling only taunted him. Eventually he lifted up both his forelegs and grabbed Caramel with strength he wouldn’t normally use. He rolled over quickly and pinned Caramel underneath him.

“M-Mac?” Caramel must have needed a moment to adjust to just how quick Mac had turned the tables, because his smile didn’t fade for a few moments. Mac was pinning him down by his forelegs and sitting above him with a pant in his breath. His own face was red from just how loud he had been, how much he squirmed.

“Ya don’t think things through, Caramel.” Big Macintosh tried harder than he had in his life to show no emotion on his face. He could see Caramel’s eyes widen, and Mac simply put both his hooves on Caramel’s belly. He didn’t do more than wiggle them in place before Caramel’s reaction made it clear he was indeed going to suffer.

“M-Mac, I just wanted to see if you were ticklish,” Caramel giggled. His eyes darted down to his belly. He tried to push on Mac’s hooves, but it was clear his boyfriend wasn’t going to budge. “C-Can I just kiss your neck again? Or you can kiss mine!”

“Since we’re doin’ inspections, better check ta make sure yer still ticklish too.” Big Macintosh let a smile hit his face. He lowered his body and let his lips press down on Caramel’s belly. He gave it a brief lick, and Caramel nearly whimpered as well as giggled when Mac gave the first stroke of his hooves.

The first laugh was the sweetest to Mac’s ears, but that’s not to say that the next three minutes were anything but pleasant.