Common Indecency

Gallus cracked an eye open and groaned as light assaulted his retinas. He rolled over and tried to remember if he had any reason to get out of bed. It was the weekend, so no school. He didn't have any homework (that he was planning to actually do) and he usually avoided A.M. plans with friends if at all possible.

And so he sank back into his pillow and stretched out an arm, expecting to feel the warm, slumbering body of his boyfriend. Instead he found only wall. Oh. Right. He was in his own bed. Alone. Because Twilight's dumb rules said they couldn't push their beds together for some reason.

And there was his elusive reason to stay conscious.

He braced himself, then rolled out from under the covers and landed heavily on all fours. He lurched across the room, muttering swears every step of the way. After far too long in the cold, biting morning air, he reached Sandbar's bed and blinked. Empty.

Tartarus-damned earth ponies.

You'd think that in the months since they'd started dating he'd have gotten used to Sandbar getting up piss-early in the morning, but now here he was, staring dumbly at an empty, perfectly made bed, trying with every firing neuron he had to decide between going back to bed and staying awake to find Sandbar. Unfortunately, there was an unambiguous winner. Barely.

So Gallus trundled out of the bedroom and into the shared bathrooms, took the quickest shower he could, and ran out into the common area. He snagged a piece of freeze-dried jerky from the cupboard on his way out. It wasn't exactly fine dining, but it was about as hearty a breakfast a griffon could get in Equestria. At least Sandbar was willing to share a meal with him now and then, although apparently animal protein was about as nutritious to a pony as cereal was to a griffon. But what was love without adversity?

Or whatever.

He found Sandbar tending to the gardens at the front of the dorms. He seemed to be pulling a weed, his nose pressed to the dirt, his rump in the air. Gallus, sensing an opportunity, couldn't resist. He dropped to his haunches and crept forward, disturbing each leaf and twig of the garden as little as possible as he approached his partner from behind. A familiar giddiness filled his stomach as he stalked his prey, until finally he was close enough to reach out and strike!

Sandbar yelped as something nipped gently at his dock. He darted forward, right to the edge of the garden, before he slowed down and turned. He had already figured out the culprit. “You're up early,” he said as he walked back to Gallus and smiled his characteristic easy smile. He ran his eyes up and down the griffon. “And you look alive. What gives?”

Gallus smirked. “I wanted pony for breakfast, but we were fresh out in the dorm.” He made a show of flicking the sharp tip of his beak with his tongue.

“And I'm just the first pony you saw, huh?”

Gallus took a step forward. He reached out and looped an arm around Sandbar's neck, pulling him in. “You also looked the tastiest.” Usually they were almost the same height, but sitting down like this, Gallus's longer torso won out, so he had to crane his neck down to meet Sandbar's mouth with his own.

Griffon beaks and pony snouts weren't exactly made to kiss one another, but over the past weeks and months they'd gotten pretty good at it. Sandbar let out a happy murmur deep in his throat. Gallus let his arms fall lower down Sandbar's back and felt around the pony's flanks and dock, dragging his talons through the soft coat hairs, massaging the muscle beneath. The air between their bodies was hot and just waiting to flare up.

No pun intended.

Sandbar leaned forward, and they fell together into the garden soil. Gallus stared up into his boyfriend's big bright eyes, shadowed by his stupid, adorable mane. He felt the earth pony's weight settle against him, his strong legs on either side of him. Gallus swallowed. Until just now he had mentally written off sex that morning. Usually unless they caught one another in the shower or woke up in the same bed, things stayed pretty tame until late afternoon at the earliest.

But with his back covered in potting soil and a visibly excited Sandbar on top of him, Gallus had a feeling this particular morning was about to turn around. That feeling was helped by the burning hot sensation of Sandbar's cock hanging millimeters above his own. That was an advantage of dating a stallion. When they were aroused, there was no hiding it.

Gallus put his talons around the back of Sandbar's neck and arched his own hips, bringing their shafts together and spreading a few drops of shared precum down their lengths.

“You said I look tasty.” Sandbar murmured. “What part of me do you want to start with?”

Gallus licked his beak. “I think I'll start at the top and work my way down.” He reached up and drew his tongue along Sandbar's chin line toward his neck. The pony shuddered and dropped his hips, bringing their cocks into contact again.

“Hey, uh, you two all right?” called a voice from a few yards away.

Sandbar yelped, jumped to his hooves, and staggered sidways, nearly falling more than once as he hurried to create some distance between himself and Gallus and shield his throbbing erection at the same time.

Gallus blinked and looked up—barely—at Spike, who stood at the edge of the garden plot with a concerned look on his face. The little dragon looked from Sandbar's disheveled mane and awkward stance down to Gallus' prone form and his completely unshielded crotch.

He paused, frowned, then looked back up at them. “Really? In the school gardens?” He rolled his eyes and turned around. “I thought ponies were exaggerating about college students, geez.” He ambled away into the distance, shaking his head all the while.

After a few moments, Gallus rolled onto his feet and ruffled his wings to get the worst of the dirt out of his feathers. He turned to Sandbar, who was sitting on his rump with one hoof over his eyes and a blush bright enough to light up Tartarus on his cheeks.

Gallus clucked his tongue. “Come on, Sandy, it was just Spike.”

“I don't care who it was, we were just… we almost…” Sandbar half laughed and half groaned. “What is wrong with us?”

Gallus shrugged. “Nothing's wrong with me, and if you'd calm down I could say the same for you.” He extended a wing and draped it over Sandbar's shoulders. “Come on, let's go rinse off. The showers should be nice and quiet by now.”

They walked into the dorm in silence until Sandbar clued in. “Oh, together. Like… together.”

Gallus chuckled. “Uh huh, unless you'd rather we finish up in the flower beds.”

Sandbar picked up the pace at that.

Fluttershy tapped her hoof against the floor of her classroom, gathering everyone's attention. She sighed contentedly. “Thank you all for your participation today. I think we learned a lot about understanding and reconciling differences.” She swept a wing over the blackboard, clearing away an hour's worth of notes on cultural misunderstandings and class politics. For how simple Professor Fluttershy's topics seemed, they sure got complicated fast.

As students scratched a few last minute notes or broke out in hushed conversations with their neighbours, the PA system overhead buzzed to life.

“Happy Friday, everycreature!” Twilight's Sparkle's voice was slightly distorted but characteristically bright and earnest. “Classes are dismissed an hour early today so you can all freely attend the final buckball match of the season against Canterlot University. For those of you watching the game, please remember to be on your best behavior and show everycreature from Canterlot just how much you've learned!”

By the time the speakers fizzed back to silence, not a single student was still seated. They streamed out the door and joined the crowds in the hall.

Gallus hung back, his eyes scanning for the flash of sea-foam green and turquoise that he knew so well. Finally he spotted his boyfriend hanging in the doorway of another classroom. He slid up beside Sandbar and they wordlessly fell into stride together as they followed the throngs of other students out to the buckball field.

The buckball field was newer than the rest of the school, so new that the sharp corners and shiny paint of the bleachers hadn't been worn down yet. Gallus and Sandbar grabbed a corner spot, with Gallus braced against the wall to one side and Sandbar pressed against his other. It was the middle of spring and there was still a nip in the air, but it was hard to feel cold while cuddling with a fluffy earth pony.

Silverstream sat on Sandbar's other side. There was a bigger, more platonic distance between them. Not that Gallus cared, really. At this point they were all a weird kind of family, and she could get as friendly with Sandbar as the earth pony was comfortable with.

Down on the field, the buckball players were warming up, and on the sidelines, the cheer team was doing the same. Gallus waved lazily at Yona, Ocellus, and Smolder, although they seemed too busy to really notice.

Sandbar cuddled in even closer to Gallus' wing and murmured, “It's a good thing you're here. Spectator sports aren't really my thing.”

Gallus smiled to himself. “I hadn't noticed.” He deftly slid an arm between one of Sandbar's forelegs and his body. He ran his talons through Sandbar's coat. Like petting a cat, but more sensual. He brought his beak up to Sandbar's ear and whispered, “You know, they're not really my thing either, but I can't pass up an opportunity to make out with you on school grounds for an entire hour.”

“An entire hour?” Sandbar said, sounding genuinely surprised, as if he'd really thought that Gallus was excited to spend his free time watching an amateur college buckball game.

Gallus made a sound between a purr and a growl. He nipped Sandbar's ear with his beak, and the pony let out a little gasp.

“You okay?” Silverstream asked.

Sandbar blushed and nodded, pulling away from Gallus slightly. “Oh, yeah, totally. Just, you know, chilly. Should have brought a sweater or something.”

Silverstream beamed at him. “Aw, see, this is where feathers come in handy. Come on, Gallus.” She scooted over until her barrel pressed against Sandbar's and one wing rested lightly against his back.

Gallus grinned. “That's what I keep telling him, but he never seems to grow any. Stubborn.” He slid closer too, making Sandbar a very warm, very cozy pony indeed. And the griffon didn't stop teasing and stroking Sandbar's foreleg either.

A sharp whistle sounded, and athletes began trotting onto the field. First the home team, then the Canterlot team took their places on opposite ends. The cheerleaders started a low chant from the sidelines. The overall energy level in the bleachers shot up.

Sandbar let his head drop onto Gallus' shoulder. His eyes drooped closed. His rear legs widened a bit on the bench to keep him stable.

Gallus' talons wandered. Up Sandbar's leg to the earth pony's barrel, then slowly down his side, raking gently through the coat with just enough force to stroke the skin beneath. Gallus reached the top of Sandbar's hips and kept going, kneading and massaging across to his lower stomach. Pony tummies weren't nearly as silky soft as a griffon's chest plumage, but fuck were they ever plush. Gallus applied a bit more force until he could feel the powerful muscles beneath. Sandbar wasn't exactly a masculine powerhouse, but even the slightest earth pony was sturdy under the surface, and his boyfriend was no exception.

Gallus glanced up to his face and wasn't surprised at what he found. Mentally, Sandbar was miles away from the crowd, probably laying on his back in a forest meadow while a dashing griffon worked him over. The oblivious hippogryph cozying up against him, the dozens of potentially prying eyes, the mediocre sports game unfolding mere yards away: all insignificant details to a dreamer like Sandbar.

And as Gallus' hand traveled a bit lower, he knew that Sandbar wasn't enjoying a totally innocent dream. Half of his length was already in open air, and it rose more and more as his touch grew nearer. His talons hovered over Sandbar's pelvis, and his length twitched in response. After a year or so of dating, Gallus liked to think he knew that shaft—and the bits around it—pretty damn well. Well enough that he could confidently bring the pony over the edge without so much as turning in his seat. Nobody would notice unless they looked directly between Sandbar's legs, and at that point they were just asking for an eye-full.

There was also Silverstream. Gallus gave her a fifty-fifty chance of noticing what he was up to, but she'd seen them do worse before. Although she wasn't nearly so close last time. He was willing to roll those dice.

In one slow, fluid motion, he ran his hand down, along the inside of Sandbar's thigh, and underneath his junk. He cupped his boyfriend's balls, not moving them or even supporting them, just touching.

Sandbar moaned quietly.

Silverstream took her eyes from the game and glanced at her friends. “You sure it's just the cold, Sandy?”

Gallus shook his head. “I think he had a long week. Remember that project for Applejack?”

“Oh, right. He took that one super seriously.” The concern in her face turned to sympathy. “He's lucky to have a partner like you to take care of him.”

Gallus slid a talon up the length of Sandbar's shaft, teasing at the medial ring. Sandbar shifted and groaned happily, his legs spreading even wider.

“Oh yeah, I'm great,” Gallus agreed as he felt a few drops of precum underneath his hand. He rubbed at the fluid with one talon, spreading up and down Sandbar's cock. Not quite enough lubrication to cover his entire working area, but it was a start. Knowing Sandbar, he'd have puddles soon enough.

Silverstream turned back to the buckball match, apparently content with that excuse. Gallus felt a brief pang of guilt. He was way too good at lying to his own friends. And even as he continued to slowly stroke his boyfriend's cock, the implications started to sink in. Ah fuck, he had to tell her.

“Hey, Silverstream. Uh, actually…” He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head while he tried to find the right words to explain himself. He winced as he felt the precum on his talons seep into his feathers. That was going to look weird when it dried.

She turned. “Yeah?”

“Just so you know, I don't think he's cold. Or tired. I was just, ahem…” He curled his talons into a loose fist and moved it in a quick up and down motion.

She blinked, then looked down at Sandbar's crotch. Most of the view was obscured by his splayed hindleg, but her eyes widened and her cheeks glowed, so she must have caught a glimpse of something fun. She scooted away from the two, breaking contact with Sandbar's side and raising her hands to her face. “Oh gosh.”

“Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't plan on things going that far.”

“N-no problem,” she said, her eyes still glued to Sandbar's lower body. “Uhhhhhh… is it okay if I stay?”

He chuckled. He had suspected the hippogryph was a bit of a voyeur when she'd walked in on them a few weeks back. “I wouldn't be jerking off my boyfriend on the bleachers in the middle of a buckball game if I was squeamish about being watched.”

“What about Sandy?”

Gallus reached back down and delicately wrapped his talons around Sandbar's cock. The earth pony groaned and slumped further down in his seat, a hot, guileless breath escaping his adorable muzzle. Gallus smirked. “I don't see him complaining.”

With his other friend dealt with, Gallus returned all his attention to Sandbar. He worked his hand up and down the shaft, taking his time to cover the whole length, giving a light squeeze whenever he got to the top. There was something fascinating about pony cocks. Hard, but with just a hint of give. Long, but almost uniform in shape. Thick, and with a flat tip to make penetration even tougher. They were intriguing in their contradictions. Not that Gallus had a ton of experience with different dicks, but compared to griffon equipment… what a marvel.

He switched up his technique and focused on the upper half of Sandbar's cock, ditching the long, slow strokes in favour of short and quick motions. Sandbar gasped aloud and thrust up into Gallus' hand, precum dribbling from his tip. Gallus took full advantage of the extra lubrication and coated his talons with it, then brushing a single slick digit over the head of Sandbar's rod. With carefully measured pressure he rubbed and pressed at the spot just below the pony's urethra. Another splash of cum washed over his hand and trickled onto the bench.

Gallus licked his lips. He really wanted a taste, but he'd have to get out of his seat for that, and if anyone saw him with his face between Sandbar's legs in public their fun would definitely be over. Besides, it was also pretty hot to finish off with Sandbar between his talons; to feel the throbbing urgency in the shaft, feel the generous dose of equine seed pouring over his wrist. So for now, this one time, he would resist the temptation to get his beak involved.

Sandbar whimpered and his hips bucked. He rolled over slightly and buried his face in Gallus' shoulder, giving the griffon even better access to his crotch. Gallus grinned, lifted his other hand, and sent it to work on Sandbar's balls, rolling them in his palm, gently sliding the sack across the orbs within, all without pausing his other hand's rapid stokes up and down the upper part of Sandbar's cock. Now, at the end of every stroke, he could feel the pony's tip starting to flare, the shaft's twitches getting stronger.

As Sandbar's peak approached, Gallus switched back to long, full strokes, but tried to keep his speed consistent, pounding up and down three or four times between each heartbeat. Sandbar's hips jerked again, and Gallus felt the tension grow in every muscle of his boyfriend's body. He dipped his head down to meet Sandbar's lips with his beak and pressed in for a deep, hurried kiss.

Sandbar started to thrust back into each stroke, the first few movements so forceful that they almost knocked Gallus off balance. For the second time, Gallus wished another part of him was on Sandbar's cock rather than his hand, but it was too late for those kind of accommodations now.

Gallus smiled against Sandbar's lips as he felt the earth pony turn further into his side, the tip of his shaft brushing against the soft fur on Gallus' hips at the end of every thrust. Gallus pressed deeper into Sandbar's mouth and braced himself for the crescendo. His hand refocused on Sandbar's balls as they tensed.

Sandbar moaned loudly into Gallus' mouth, and his whole body shuddered as the floodgates opened. Gallus felt the first splash of cum against his talons, spilling onto his legs and onto the seat between them. He slowed his motions and gripped Sandbar's pulsating cock tighter, trying to milk every drop. The earth pony kept thrusting jerkily against the griffon's body, quickly saturating his fur with pulse after pulse of hot seed.

Sandbar's peak finally passed and he slumped against Gallus' side, his head falling onto his boyfriend's shoulder. Gallus lifted his hand to his mouth and started to lick the digits clean. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Silverstream. Oh right, she'd been there the whole time. She was looking down, not making eye contact with him, her legs gathered tightly underneath her. When he followed her gaze, he realized that his own shaft was sticking up proudly between his hind legs, hard as steel and woefully unattended to.

Silverstream finally realized she was being watched and jerked her gaze up to Gallus' face. “Ah, s-sorry.”

Sandbar sat upright, the post-orgasmic haze and momentary breathlessness finally over. He looked down at his lap, his slowly-receding cock splattered with white, and then at Gallus' soaked and matted fur, then around at the rows and rows of spectators on all sides. His pupils shrank to tiny dots. “G-Gallus, did I just… did you…”

Gallus gave one of his talons a final lick. “Nobody noticed.”

“That's impossible. Oh Celestia, I can't believe…” He ducked his head and dropped his gaze to the ground to avoid making eye contact with any of their neighbours. “You did that on purpose!”

Gallus smiled. “Oh come on, you love it. I know all your kinks. Besides, nobody's staring, right Silverstream?”

The hippogryph flinched. “Huh, oh, um, no. Nope, definitely not. I was just watching the game! Absolutely not watching one of my best friends get a handjob right beside me.”

Sandbar somehow managed to blush an even brighter red.

Just then, a whistle sounded from the playing field below, and the buckball players trotted off onto the sidelines.

“Half time,” Gallus guessed. “I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to pass on the second half. Maybe take a quick shower.” He gestured to his cum-soaked flank and thigh. “You coming?”

Sandbar huffed. “I think I just did.”

The two stood up and made their way down the bleachers and back toward their dorms. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice the stains and smells clinging to them as they passed.

After a minute or so of walking, Sandbar's ears perked up. “Oh, showers. Like… together.”

Gallus laughed. “Well yeah.” He reared back onto his hindlegs to show off his still-engorged cock. “When have I ever been satisfied after only one round?”