The time ticked ever closer to the end of the hour: when the proverbial clock strikes midnight, the ball is over, and the mare has to hurry home before the spell wears off and her secret revealed...except the mare was two stallions, and the ‘spell’ is the nth dose of caffeine they drank to keep awake enough until they could go home and get some goddamned sleep.

Hard Boiled and Juniper Shores sat all but slumped against each other, the pull of Luna’s call growing ever stronger as they sat in silence, the big clock on the wall of their office an impromptu white noise machine.

“Okay you two, I’m going!” The voice of Telly called out as she all but ran past, barely sparing either of them a glance. “Thanks again, boys!” Her voice faintly sounded down the hall as she made her way out.

The two barely managed to droll out their own goodbyes before the faint door slam echoed back to them. While offering to cover the phones to give her for an early night off was the least they could do for the trouble they dragged her into - her words, not theirs - they both knew, deep down, that their very cores would not have let them let their friend suffer alone in good conscience.

...though it was sorely tempting to do otherwise, in that moment.

“Urgh...how long?” Hardy mumbled, pressing a hoof in between his eyes and shaking his head. Sleep was coming hard for him, and he knew himself well enough to know that he’d probably be able to sleep through any call or alarm if it came. Not exactly a risk he was willing to take.

“About an hour until night shift comes…” Juniper murmured in return, yawning. He stretched his forelegs and a scant second of feeling rushed through his body. But only a second. “I’m barely staying awake as it is...think you can wake me up in ten minutes kid?”

“M’ barely keeping up right now. And...it’s never just ten minutes for you.”

“Fine, fine, don’t want anyone blabbing when the graveyard shift comes in and getting us in trouble…” He yawned again. It was getting contagious. “Coffee, then?”

“Just a little. I still wanna sleep before sunrise.”

The break room bore all the marks of a place of frequent gathering. Scuff marks on the floors from all the shifting furniture, an old model coffee machine that was barely holding on, a greasy microwave with the dried stains of foods long gone, and dried chewing gum stuck in corners no one dared touch.

All it lacked was the usual sounds of ponies moving in and out, the commotion that showed there was some life in the building. Hard Boiled wasn’t used to it being this quiet, not here.

All that was left was left was the smell and sound of the coffee machine, screaming as it did whatever it did to make the fuel the DPD ran on.

“That’s the stuff...” Juniper cupped the first steaming mug in his hooves, sipping gently, feeling the warmth rush and flow through his body. He turned to look at his partner leaning on the table right next to him. “We’ve had a long day, huh?”

“A long week…” Hardy yawned, holding his mug in his hooves as it cooled. “I’m gonna need a break when it’s all over.”

“For all of three days until you get stir-crazy without a case to solve.” Juniper chuckled. “You sure you don’t just want a nap?”

Their eyes met. Dark copper met gold, and something...sparked.

“We got coffee just to avoid that, any other ideas?”

Hardy put a hoof down on the table, right next to his partner’s. Mere coincidence at first, but it quickly became less so. One foreleg leaned against the other, followed by a shoulder, then a head.

The green stallion glanced at the wall, at one of the many clocks ticking away like any proper workplace. He looked back at Hardy with a glint in his eyes and leaned in.

“I can think of something to spend forty mintues on.”

"You're pretty good with your hooves kid…" The green Earth pony hummed as he lay on the changing room bench, Hardy’s weight atop him rubbing circles into his back.

“Should’ve asked Taxi if you wanted a massage…” The grey stallion mumbled as he straddled the bench, forehooves slick with an improvised massage oil from ‘free samples’ left over from who knows when. “Damn, Juni, your back is wound up tighter than the chief’s ass.”

“Good thing you’re here to loosen me up then?” Juniper lay his chin on folded hooves, enjoying the feeling of aches he never knew he had fading away. The oil smelled pretty good, the showers were recently cleaned, and as inexperienced as he was - Hardy’s hooves on him felt wonderful.

The grey stallion slid his hooves along the contours of his partner’s musculature, enjoying the pure aesthetic appeal of the Earth pony’s firm body. Hardy couldn’t help the blood rising to his cheeks as he realized the suggestive situation they were in. Their coats were left back at the desk, shirt and ties left lying beside, his partner’s gun harness was half off and framing his thighs rather nicely. He ran his hooves up his back, down his sides...lingering just above the dark green rump right in front of him. And they were all alone...

Juniper was quick to notice the pause, and quicker still to pounce on it.

“I think you missed a spot, Hardy…” Tail raised and swished aside, he perked his hips back slightly and looked up at his partner from the side. “There’s still a bit of tension I need you to loosen up…”

“Uh...really, Juni?” Hard Boiled stuttered, not expecting Juniper to be so…casual. But deep down, he expected the turn of events...and he was no less excited for it. He looked down, feeling the firm, juicy flanks between his hooves. The dark flesh under his partner’s tail revealed to him, practically winking at him in time with his heartbeat, all he had to do was lean forward and pull…

“Well, why not?” The older stallion’s gaze smoldered up at him. “I’m feeling generous tonight. We’re all alone, time’s running out, and I want my turn too…”

He wiggled his butt, just managing to tease Hard Boiled's growing erection between his cheeks.

"Just a quickie, then." Hardy smirked, savouring the feeling of Juniper against his soft flesh, the oiled and slick hoof stroking his cock to full hardness. He lined up the grey shaft between the firm mounds and pressed up under the dock of Juniper's tail. His mind went to the inevitable time limit, definitely doable but he couldn't afford to dally.

"Not too quick. I still wanna enjoy myself too-oomph~" Juniper Shores grunted in pleasure as he felt his partner force his way into his rear, the mottled stallion meat as girthy as any Earth pony. His hole quivered as his fellow detective's special piece slowly slid inside him against his body's natural reaction. Every pulse and throbbing vein radiated warmth and mild pleasure. "E-eager, aren't you?"

"D-damn Juni…" Hardy's hips almost froze from the sensations of his slow thrust into Juniper's ass. He all but collapsed forward, chest landing with a soft thud on the other stallion's back and sliding against the thin layer of oil. Every inch forward was another grind against something hard to stimulate his senses. All he could do was wrap his hooves around his partner's waist and breathe in his scent. "You feel…amazing. Mmph~"

"Oooh, stars, Hardy - that's the spot." A blissful smile began to grow on Juniper's face as the stallion mounted him. The thick cock under his tail stretched him out to a pleasant limit, one that was oddly relaxing. Angling his hips upward, he felt the rod grind up against a hardened spot of tension - ended by the soft click of the buckles of their gun harnesses meeting each other, the rough feel of leather against fur. Hard Boiled had bottomed out.

With nowhere else to go, the Earth Pony on top smiled down at his partner, leaning forward just enough to plant his lips on his forehead. He pulled halfway out - before slamming himself back in with force. A wet slap echoed in the changing room.

"Ah! Jeez, a little warning next time?" Juniper half-moaned, tiny gasps escaped from the back of his throat as Hardy began to repeat the motions. He had little reason to bother about keeping his volume down…his partner deserved to hear his appreciation.

"I know how you like it~" The other stallion teased, rocking his hips back and forth like a piston. The stereotypical Earth Pony durability and endurance would be more hindrance than help this time, unfortunately. That meant Hardy needed to step up to meet the time. "We don't have time for long, so how about I make it extra hard instead?"

"At least you didn't say 'hardy', heh." Juniper’s eyes screwed shut in bliss as his partner's humping kept pace with his increasing force. He propped up his hips a little higher, angling his back a little lower to allow the pony to get a better grip on his waist.

Hardy chose not to reply. Instead taking the better grip he could around his partner's hips, and leaning forward to get a mouthful of scruff, and pulled. Juniper's low moans grew in frequency as he hit home again and again, Hardy went from hammering in half his length to the hilt to humping with the last few inches - synchronised with every tug and pull on his neck.

The green stallion cried out in soft encouragement, half-groans from the words that died out as he felt his partner pound against his prostate with every other thrust. The sound and feel of laboured breaths on his skin, teeth biting down with enough force he'd knew he'd have a new love bite to hide under his collar the next morning. His part flaccid length had spilled from its sheath and was starting to leak onto the bench, shifting slightly with every wet slap.

"Make…make sure you don't leave a mess, partner…"

"I-inside it is…" Hard Boiled's hooves almost skidded on the tiled floor as he drove himself as fast as he could over the edge, lust and pleasure having since taken over the movements of his body. Juniper's tight hole clenching around his cock with every inch only served toward the singular goal to bring him his orgasm - in this case deep within his rear end.

The detective's mottled shaft buried itself as deep as he could manage, balls heavy and churning with need as the stallion’s head flared out to lock him in place. Throb after throb pushed out his load of milky white pony seed as he buried his snout in the other's messy mane. His mind swam in the euphoria of orgasm for as long as it would last.

Seconds felt like minutes as the pair lay there, panting and sweating like they just finished a long run. Juniper grunted as he felt Hardy pull out with a wet pop, his insides feeling a little more empty than he could recall. He felt relaxed and loose in all the delightfully wrong ways…and probably looked worse than he cared to admit.

"...Time…?" Hard Boiled nuzzled into the back of his neck, chest settling right down in line with his spine.

"Who cares anymore?" Juniper growled. The earth pony raised a leg off the floor, tingly and shimmering with the feeling of having supported a little too much weight just a little too long. "My turn - against the shower wall. Let's clean up."

The pair wasted no time stepping out of their remaining gear, enriched with their combined scent and sex if one bothered to check. Hardy assumed the position with his forehooves braced against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle, setting the tap to let a warm spray fall on top of his upper half. As far as workplace showers went, he was glad for the heating.

"Gonna need these…" Juniper joined him a second later, setting down their improvised lube and a bottle of once-unattended soap. "Know anyone who uses rose scented shampoo?"

"Probably almost every mare here at least once. Is that a rhetorical ques-mmm…!" Hardy was cut short by the other stallion joining him under the water to plant a long smooch on him - if only to muffle the yelp that came after when the hoof quickly struck his flank. It sent his tail flagging.

They parted, lips connected with a thin trail of saliva that quickly washed down the drain, eyes smouldering with a heat greater than the water could ever be. Hardy almost didn't recognize the words leaving his mouth.

"Fuck me, Juniper…"

"Your wish is my command." The stallion winked as he took his place behind his partner, a lance of hot oiled stiffness sliding down under his thigh, poking against the soft undercarriage. Juniper Shores took a moment to reposition - and feel up the fine specimen of Earth pony while at it. His second thrust hit its mark.

"Oh, yesss…" Hard Boiled hissed in pleasured pain as the blunt head of Juniper's cock stretched him open, sliding inside. It was one of those feelings one never knows they miss until they feel it. He brought a hoof to his belly, and felt the slight bump of his insides shifting to accommodate his endowed partner. "Deep…d-deeper, Juni…"

"I love your ass, Hardy…" Juniper Shores whispered, just loud enough for the two to hear under the running water. Though their shared grunts and moans were doing enough appreciation already. A tiny eternity spanned the time it took for him to savor the feeling, humping away at the firm body turning ever more pliant under his roaming hooves. "Better hope I don't take too long, now…"

"Night shift is coming soon, remember?"

"You know I can't properly get off without my partner being into it too…" A half lie on his part, Juniper was eager for his turn since halfway through Hardy blowing his load inside him. But the feat of Earth pony stamina was one he'd been known to carry out before…

"Else I might go on longer, until your legs can't hold you up and you're just a puddle on the floor…"

Hard Boiled buried his muzzle into his elbow to relieve the weight on his front hooves for just a moment. Eyes screwed shut to keep the water out, but leaving plenty of space for Juniper's words to paint the scene in the blank space between.

"Face down, ass up, for who knows how long until the night shift comes along - and what'll they see?" The green stallion paused to let the implication sink in as he thrust his hard rod in and out from the delightful suction of his partner's anal ring.

"My ass, pumping into yours. And I'll raise my tail, show off that fresh, hot load you've just put into me, stretched open just like how I'm doing to you."

"Ah, f-fuck, Juni…really…?" Hardy moaned, mind filled with the sensation of Juniper's groping hooves, the hot stallionhood ramming into him as his forelegs began to buckle - the image could indeed come true - he'd lie there, bent over by his partner for whoever cared to see, as Juniper put his own efforts on show…cum dribbling down his taint and around the round pair of nuts slapping against him.

"It's a thrill." He nipped at the gray stallion's ear. At some point the even thrusts turned into more frantic wild humps, short and hard peaks of pressure against Hardy's sensitive insides. "The rumours will be proven true, department's never gonna shut up about it…"

"Guess we might convince them to keep lip if we put on a good enough show, you're cute when you moan. Downright…sexy…mrf~" The last growled syllables of Juniper losing breath gave away how turned on he was. How turned on he made him. The feeling of being wanted…needed…waves of heat flushed over Hard Boiled's body, and he couldn't tell where it came from anymore. Embarrassment, potential shame, the sexual deviancy…or all three. "Might get lucky…Taxi or Telly or Sykes, might even…join in…"

"You're a bastard, Juni." Hardy grit his teeth, hooves almost slipping on the wet tiles. A strange gurgle threatened to escape his throat. He could hold it back no longer. "Fill me up or paint my ass, just cum already!"

The stallion did as he was told, a half-strangled moan of pleasure signalled his climax as he unleashed his orgasm. Juniper slipped, scrambling to keep steady as his flared horsecock slipped free after the first few ropes to slide past and cover his partner's rear cheeks. The muscled ring was still winking, pulsing - a futile attempt to keep his hot pony jizz leaking out onto the shower floor.

The weight off Hardy's back threw him off balance, and he barely caught himself with a sharp clop on the tiles below. He decided to lay there, head under the running shower waiting for the world to finish settling back into place. Both Earth ponies' ears were ringing, hearts pounding…rear ends sore with the pleasant pain of having their respective fuck-holes partially ruined.

The pair lay in place, enjoying the afterglow. Hardy panting and groaning with sweat, steam rising off his body, tongue just sticking out with his eyes half closed with a face more commonly seen on one coming off a drug high. The pony's rear legs were the only part of him still standing, an A-frame to showcase his spread cheeks and taut balls with the pleasantly thick line of his half-flaccid dick hanging straight down into the small puddle of a second orgasm.

It gave Juniper time to admire his work.

He sat back and put a hoof under his tail, thighs spreading on instinct at the fleeting memory of prior stimulation. It felt like he was spread wide open - that pink and black spotted shaft probably made him look much the same earlier. Except instead of a wooden bench it was now on a public shower floor, still stinking of raw sex.

"Hey, good news-" Juniper smiled, leaning his head out just far enough to glance at the clock hanging on the changing room wall. "Looks like we still got time to clean up."

"We're cleaning up even if we didn't." The grey stallion shook his head clear, running a hoof through his wet and matted mane. "I'm not walking past night shift with your genetic signature on my ass."

"Deny everything. We could probably convince them they're hallucinating." Juniper slid over with the bottle of shampoo, pulling his partner into an embrace under the lukewarm water, beginning to scrub off the 'evidence'. "None of their business anyway."

Hardy hummed in agreement, tired from their short sexual stint. He hugged Juniper back, and rubbed his hooves up and down the verdant green coat, resting his chin in the crook of the older stallion's neck.

"...round two at my place later?"

Juniper paused, his ears perked up.

"I thought you said you wanted to sleep before sunrise?"

"Worried you can't live up to your word?" Hardy moved with a deceptive casual-ness as he rubbed his partner down, groping, tugging firmly at his tail. "I wanna see how you look with white in your mane first."

"...always wanted to see how well your golden scales could balance a load...you're on."

Author's Note

No real reason for this, I just wrote this on a whim last week because I wanted to use these specific scenes, and I figured these two characters would do just as well as any other. I think it turned out pretty well for a 2-day rush job, so maybe you would too.