Syncopate's Duet for two

Syncopates eyes shot open, confusion mixing with a slight fear as he looked around him. He felt rather warm, yet, cold wet spots pressed into his fur, making him frown slightly. The room was dark, even against the bright sun that lingered outside, pressing against the blinds, allowing the finest slivers of brightness to illuminate the room. He plopped his head back to the pillow, groaning lightly he must have been dreaming, a rather, wet dream... He reflected back on it, it was, a good dream to say the least.

He must have dozed off, welcoming the first day of the weekend with a long sleep, his usual ritual. His thoughts dropped away as a small realization hit his head, well, nose really. He could smell something, his nose twitched, suddenly flooded with the scent of meat. He looked up in surprise as the door to what he had thought was his own room opened, to reveal the pony he finally remembered not dreaming about.

"S-Snow streak!" he stammered out, hooves instinctually going to his groin area, covering what couldn't be seen from under the sheets. The Pegasus looked at him, amusement flashing across his irises. his wings were unfurled, curled around in front of him in a rather odd position, Syncopate was about to question this oddity hen Snow walked forward right to the edge of the bed, his wings setting a small tray to the side of syncopates lithe form.

"Wha-? I-is this breakfast, in bed?" The vampony asked, hooves moving back up to his chest, awkwardly shuffling the blanket downwards, allowing him to scoot into a sitting position, giving him a view of a plate filled with sausage, jam toast, and even apple slices, complete with peanut-butter for dipping. The white pony grinned and nodded fervently, pulling his body up onto the bed, and moved the tray to his other side, sitting between the unicorn and his food. He leaned over and nestled syncopates head against his neck, purring at the warmth. The vampony blushed, trying to glance up past the white field of fur that covered his vision. He was still slightly in shock, the overwhelming fact that last night did indeed happen pushing its way into his mind, and flooding it with more emotions than he thought he could deal with. The larger stallion seemed to notice this, pulling away and bringing a foreleg to the unicorns shoulder, turning him to face the Pegasus.

"Hey sync, you all right? Am I, uh... being a bit too overbearing? Did you just want a one night stand type of deal...?” Syncopates face grew steadily more worried, his head swinging side to side to cut off the stupid stallion.

"Buck No!" he said, rather loudly, causing him to look away, smiling and blushing. "If I wanted a one night stand I, I would have said it. Not to mention, I probably would have been drunk, and, not thinking straight. Not that I do much of that anyways." He finished, sinking a little lower into his spot, cautiously leaning back against the Pegasus.

"Whew! What a relief, I’ve, never actually been with another stallion, I mean, I pick up the mare like nothing, but guys? Well, let’s just say I’m not experienced, but, you certainly didn't seem to mind!"

"W-well no, b-but still, it’s hard to concentrate with you d-dominating me! You even seemed to know where all of my really, s-sensitive spots were." The vampony replied, squirming as the white stallion wrapped him with his hooves, huggling him tight against his chest. Syncopate tried voicing displeasure at the forced contact, but silenced himself as his face filled with the sight of a delicious looking plate of food. Snow set it softly into his lap, the warmth of freshly cooked meat warming against his thighs.

"I don't what you like to eat but hey, vampony? Meat can’t be too unwanted, heh." Snow repositioned, leaning back against the beds backboards, hooves around the vampony who sat in front of him, leaning back into his chest, warming the both of them. He nuzzled the back of syncopate ear, his lips kissing the base of it softly.

Syncopate sighed, licking the last of the peanut butter off of his face, the only food left on his place the slices of apple, the fruits and vegetables that frequented pony culture often losing their appeal to him. He rested back, floating the plate back onto the end-table that sat next to snow streaks bed.
"Mm, enjoy that syncy? Hope you did, don't cook all that much, tend to just nuke a few cups of noodles, if I’m lucky I might even make myself an omelet or something!" Snow laughed, getting up, leaving syncopate to lean all the way back again, only just catching himself.

'Y-Yeah, it was really good t-thank you snow!" The vampony stuttered out, legs crossing as he was forced to lay on his back, he quickly turned to the side, the lower half of his body covered once more with a blanket. He smiled weakly at snow, feeling the remains of last night’s excitement seeped into his hind fur.
"Umm, d-do you have a shower I could use? I, uh...” Syncopate faded off, his mouth flapping aimlessly as he looked down at his cloth covered rump, he blushed, his mouth falling still.

“Ooh, feeling a bit dirty are we? Perhaps we should wait until after I at least buy you a drink?” Snow winked, watching the unicorn grow angry, easily dismissible as the same pony exhaled loudly, scrunching up into the blankets, desperately trying to hide his burning face from the pony next to him, who had risen from the bed, and taken the tray out of the room, presumably back to the kitchenette that his tiny house was graced with. Syncopate got to his hooves, snow still having not returned after about five minutes.

“Snow!?” He called out, propping open the bedroom door and peeking out. Faintly he could hear a small sound, almost like… running water! That must be the bathroom, he thought, walking out of the room slowly, feeling his legs crack a little. His morning grogginess still held a faint grasp on him, but had been eased by his rather welcome breakfast. Not to mention, the companion he was able to cuddle with after waking up. He shook his head, knocking on the door he heard the faucet coming through,
“Come on in sync!” Snow called through the door,

The vampony complied, rather quickly, his jaw dropping as he looked in, seeing a shower, holding the now soaked Pegasus, water dripping off of his fur, and his feathered flappers slightly lifted from his body, allowing the spray to cleanse Snow's underside. Syncopate gulped, walking forward slowly, and stepping into the shower. Wet, once again, with the pony of his dreams.