Oh damn.... Thought the small vampony, walking silently next to his slightly taller friend. this friend has just invited Syncopate to his house, and now Syncopate was worried he was sure to make a fool of himself somehow. Even so, he was actually quite happy that snow had gone through the obvious trouble of inviting him over just to keep him out of the rain, a thought that made him slightly giddy.

The two had only been walking for a couple blocks, completely drenched by the rain as they were. Snow slowed to a stop, followed by Syncopate.

"H-Here's home..." Said Snow, turning a sad pair of eyes at his friend. He had an apologetic smile on his face, as if his house wouldn't meet the vampony's expectations. turning a head, mane matted down by the rain, Syncopate saw the reason for Snow's apparent discomfort. The house was, in search of a better word, decrepit. as if a landlord had never even bothered taking time to make it livable. Syncopate turned to his friend, a smile on his face.

"Like I care where you live... It's definitely better than the rain at any rate." He turned towards his friend, an expectant look on his face. Snow took the hint, sighing and walking to the front door, his soaked friend in tow. He turned a key, unlocking the door, and letting the both of them into his living room, a kitchen could be seen from the left side. Everything seemed... clean, as though Snow spent every free minute making sure everything was in it's proper place, not a speck of dust could be seen.

"yes. the cleanliness of my apartment is compensating for something."
Syncopate looked over, about to comfort his friend, only to see he was already smiling. He continued walking, disappearing into what Syncopate assumed was the bathroom. From there, he walked back, carrying two freshly washed towels, that smelled a lot like... Snow. Syncopate gave an involuntary shiver, Busying himself with his magic, he started to dry himself, starting with his mane, making it stand up, frizzy. He moved on to his back, scrubbing out the rain. Soon his blue fur was mostly dry, and his hair was finally mostly out of his eyes. He looked over, noticing Snow was having trouble getting his back dry without the ease of magic that Syncopate had.

"D'you want some help with that?" He asked shyly.

"What? Oh yeah! That'd be great..." he promptly turned around, stretching out his wings. Syncopate bit his lip, surprised at the sudden, unobstructed view. Not that he minded of course, Snow's flanks were tense, probably from his pose. Syncopate shook his head, floating over snow's towel, not wanting the Pegasus to get to suspicious.

He set to work, rubbing the fur against the grain, so to say, to get out the water, and then smoothing it back down. he couldn't help but massage a little, knowing that it might have been a tad bit risky. He started at the shoulders, moving slowly downward to his back, and flight muscles. He bit his lip as he saw Snow start to tense up, but he soon relaxed again, his wings still up in the air. Syncopate wasn't thinking, he floated the towel up one of his friends wings, slowly drying the feathers.

He was confused when he felt how tense the wing was, almost as if it was locked into position, like what would happen to a Pegasus if they had a... wing-boner. He could hear Snow gasp slightly, sitting down almost too quickly, this caused the Vampony to stop, soon starting up again as he seemed to relax. He couldn't believe what he was doing, throwing caution to the wind even as he realized the pony beneath him had a wing-boner, that he had given him. Still, he went on, massaging Snow's tense shoulders, smiling as he saw them relax, snow sighing quietly. He got a bit more courageous, moving onto the flanks he loved to look at, snow didn't even tense, instead laying down so that syncopate could dry them more thoroughly. He was sad when all the dampness was gone, dried to nonexistence by his adamant toweling.

Syncopate was sitting on the floor of the living room, two towels by his side. Snow was still laying, his wings eventually folding back into their resting position. He sat up, slowly and unsteadily, the massage had unwound muscles he didn't even know he had. As snow turned around, Syncopate saw that the faded remains of pink stood on those usually white cheeks, giving the Pegasus a flushed appearance.

"That was a, rather pleasant massage..." Snow said, smiling at the vampony, "Any reason in particular you were so thorough around my flanks?"

"Oh... Umm, sorry..." Syncopate was blushing, stuttering as he spoke to the stallion, he was rather flustered, and didn't realize that snow was smirking. He also didn't realize that snow was walking towards him, the smirk replaced with a hungry sort of look.

"Don't be..."

Author's Note

This one is a bit shorter, I toyed with the idea of adding it to another chapter, but it worked better like this.