A Cold Wind Blows

Chapter 6
Can I Watch?

Arriving at Glacier’s home, both stallions walked up the short staircase to the front door of his abode. The frosty-blue pegasus stallion rummaged around in his wings for his house key, remembering that he had hid it in his feathers as not to carry his saddle bag with him on his venture into town for his now known to be date with Style. He also stowed his bits away in his feathers as well, a little baggy held beneath his right wing the entire evening. But those bits were spent now, and the only thing really hiding inside his feathers now being his key.

So with a lightened heart and a brightened spirit, Glacier removed the key from inside his feathers with his mouth and moved to unlock the door like he always did. However, something was different about this time all together. Instead of the key inserting into the lock when Glacier lowered his head in the position to turn said lock’s tumbler, he just lightly booped his snoot against the cold, scanty metal of the lock itself. It sent a slight shiver down his spine that almost made him jump from the contact alone.

Looking for the now missing key, as Glacier was certain he had dropped it somewhere on the patio, the confused stallion turned about face the door all together and looked to the stallion that was standing behind him: Style. The stallion smiled wryly, and bowed his head down in an attempt to look for the key. However if Glacier had noticed that Style’s horn had been illuminated when he turned around, he might not have made such a cute mess of himself by circling around Style, nose practically glued to the ground like a bloodhound on a hunt.

“Well,” Style started with a slight giggle, “the key certainly isn’t down there.”

Glacier cocked his head up as he arrived back in front of Style. The height of the unicorn before him somewhat daunting as he took in his stature from all the way down there. “What do you…?” He paused for but a moment, the light of Style’s horn glowing fainting in the night around them.

“I got it,” was all that Style said before levitating the key in his magical influence to the door. Inserting it into the lock, Style made quick work of the tumbler, clanking and smacking all the right pieces into place so that Glacier may turn the lever-like handle and open the door.

“Heh, right…” Glacier choked out as a half-laugh. He had never had a stallion in his entire life open a door for him before. Usually he was the one who always opened the doors for his colt-friends. But Style was different. Style made him feel different. Style made him feel like he didn’t have to try as hard.

“Think nothing of it,” Style retorted, motion for Glacier to lead the now unlocked way.

Taking the stallion up on the offer to bring him into his own home, Glacier slowly but surely pawed at the lever handle of his door, and flicked it down with a click. He then opened the door with a slight but strenuous creak. The door flung open full gape and the stallion walked to the precipice of the home, almost inside, before he was stopped by Style. He was stopped by the stallion’s magic specifically. Glacier was turned around rather effortlessly, his wings springing out as if out of instinct.
Looking Style down now, the stallion was slightly confused. “Why did you stop me?” Glacier asked.

Style sauntered over towards Glacier with an almost predatory presence. “Well,” the stallion began to counter, “because I really wanted to do this again.” And within a second, Style had his lips to Glacier’s, him moaning slightly as he pushed a little rougher into the smaller stallion before him.

Glacier was surprisingly shocked, taken aback completely by the kiss itself. He had no idea that Style had intended on kissing him again so early, let alone in such a primal way. And Glacier hadn’t been touched like this by another stallion in such a long time that his body was responding in some very interesting ways. One of those ways being to push back into Style with just as much fervour as he projected, regardless of the consequence.

The two continued to make out, Style slowly but surely inching Glacier back through the door of his home. They entered the darkness of his common-room, shuffling around rather sloppily as they continued to kiss in just as much of the same manner. The only time they stopped wrestling each other’s tongues to take a quick breath before diving back into each other’s maws hungrily.

Making their way over to Glacier’s couch, the stallions tumbled over the edge of the sofa, Glacier falling back first onto something rather soft and squishy. Something soft and squishy that moved almost as immediately as he had lain his back down upon it.

With a wail of a screech and a scramble of hooves on carpeted flooring, Glacier’s back met the surface of the couch and the two stallions broke contact with each other. Just in time for the common-room lamp to be turned on by one particular, ice-coloured mare. Ice Stream looked rather buggered, her mane a mess and a little bit of drool at the left corner of her muzzle.

“Just what the hay are you doing…? Glacier?” Ice trailed off, looking at her friend, back pinned against the couch she had just been slumbering on. And on her friend was a larger, incredibly familiar stallion. She recognised Style from the Beat Goes On rather easily.

Glacier looked to his friend from an upside down orientation, Style keeping him pinned completely against the surface of the couch cushions. He blushed so brightly that Ice could see it from across the room. Style blushed just a bright, too, however it was a lot harder to see under the intensity of his coat colour.

“It’s n-not what it looks like,” Glacier blubbered out, trying to get Style off of him now. “I swear.”

Style was shocked, sure, but there was something weird going on here that really left him with more questions than not. So, realizing that Glacier was trying to push him off of him, he rose and stood next to the couch. Glacier rose next, sitting betwixt the back of the couch and the armrest, in an awkward, slouched position. He was still blushing incredibly hard, and when Style took notice that the stallion and his ‘friend’ had yet to speak another word, spoke up himself.

“So…” he began with a sense of slight unease, “this is your mare-friend after all?”

There was a titter, a giggle if you will, from one Ice Stream. Both stallions looked over to her to see her almost on the ground in a flurry of tears. She grabbed at her stomach in a rather comical manner, throwing her hooves about in a frantic but seemingly deliberate fashion. She then began to slam her left hoof on the carpeted flooring, tears forming at the edge of her eyes she was laughing so hard.

“Well,” Style started again, looking over to Glacier with a look of confusion,” definitely not the reaction I thought we were going to get.”

The laughing only got harder. A thump on the floor followed suit and both of the stallions were staring at Ice once more. This time however, the mare was now belly up on the floor, literally wailing in uncontrollable laughter. “This… This is absolutely priceless.” She smacked a hoof against her stomach heartily. “You actually think…that Glacier and I…” She broke out into another bout of laugher, so uncontrollable that she could no longer speak again.

“At least the kiss wasn’t for nothing, then,” Style said rather matter-of-factly. He said it to nopony in particular, but Ice stopped immediately when she heard what she had. And though she was at least ninety-nine percent certain she had heard what she had, she just had to make absolutely sure she was correct.

Sitting up on her side in a mock-seduction pose of sorts, Ice Stream quirked her brow with a rather crooked and twisted smile forming on her muzzle thereafter. “You both kissed?” The question came out more like a statement, but the stallions knew that it was indeed a question of confirmation in what Style had said.

Both stallions shook their heads and looked away from one another to the other sides of the room respectively.

“Nice!” Ice exclaimed at the top of her lungs. “This is awesome Glacier!” The mare jumped up almost as if she literally ‘popped’ into existence that way. She then trotted over to Glacier and looked to him with the most serious of looks that she has ever given him in his entire life. She began breathing heavily, noisily, and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. And it only got worse when she asked what she had after that.

“Can I see you guys kiss again! It’ll be so darn cute!—“

Glacier then woke with a start, gasping for air and grabbing at his comforter for dear life. It took him a moment to collect himself. But once he did, there was only one thing he could even muster up to say.

“Sweet baby Luna that was one bucked up dream.”