Sprout gave a brief stretch as he rounded the corner back towards the Maretime Bay Police Department. It was his last patrol of the late afternoon, and he was looking forward to getting home for some dinner, All he had to do was get back to the precinct, make sure everything is in order, and then lock up before heading home.
It had been a fairly peaceful afternoon, which of course had given the red stallion the opportunity to reflect on how things had been these past couple weeks. He was extremely grateful for his red coat, because he still felt his face flush when he thought back to the events of two weeks ago, when he made the not-so-calculated decision to take Hitch's calendar off of the wall and began stroking himself to the photos when he thought the MBPD sheriff had gone home for the evening.
Suffice to say, Hitch had not gone home, and Sprout was subsequently busted behind his desk three minutes later when the sheriff had come back from his patrol. Hitch tossed him in the precinct's holding cell while he went to go get the paperwork necessary for what Sprout was sure would be a lightning quick termination.
But in the couple minutes it had taken him to gather the paperwork, he had evidently had something akin to a change of heart, because the next thing Sprout knew, Hitch opened the cell door, told him to turn around and get on the mattress. Before his mind could make sense of things, Hitch had lubed himself up, and had taken his deputy right there in the holding cell. It wasn't quite fantasy-fulfilling, but it had sated both Sprout's months-old and Hitch's minutes-old curiosity about each other For his continued 'services', Hitch had let Sprout stay on, with not even a mark on his record.
While he came in next day with renewed motivation to still do the job right, Sprout didn't mince words with himself; regardless of the fact that he enjoyed what had transpired, he knew the only reason he was still gainfully employed was because he was giving sexual favors to his boss. He told himself he should probably start looking for something else, because he was sure that sooner or later Hitch was going to get bored of their quick holding-cell flings, and find another reason to give him the boot. Luckily, that day hadn't come yet. He came up to the front doors of the precinct, and opened the double doors, finding the two-desk office space empty. Hitch had already left for the day an hour ago, having been the first to clock in today. Sprout took a quick look around the room, double checked to make sure all of today's reports had been taken care of, and was about to hit the light on his way out when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out of the small pocket on his bandolier, and saw that he had gotten a text from Hitch.
Hitch
Hey, so you should probably be done with your patrol right about now. Unless you had dinner plans, was wondering if you wanted to do pizza at my place. What do you say?
Sprout began to salivate at the thought of pizza after such a long day. Enjoying his favorite food with his favorite pony frankly sounded like the perfect way to end a busy day. He swiped the tip of his hoof across his phone's screen to unlock it, and began inputting his reply.
Sprout
Sure thing. I'll be right over.
He decided to keep it brief and simply left it at that. It had been a couple days since their last fling in the holding cell, but Sprout didn't want to ruin what he considered to be a good thing by asking if that's what Hitch had in mind tonight. Also knowing that his mom would be wondering where he was before too long, he also shot off a text to her letting her know where he would be for the evening.
Sprout
Won't be home just yet. Dinner with Hitch.
With that, he did another quick check of office conditions, then shut off the lights, stepping outside and locking the doors behind him.
It was eight o'clock on the dot, and the last rays of sunlight had fallen below the downtown buildings by now, darkening orange hue in the sky the only sign that it hadn't dipped below the horizon completely just yet. Instead of heading for home, which was almost directly next to the CanterLogic factory, he headed to the right, towards Hitch's house. It had been awhile since he had been over, but it wasn't the first time he had been invited.
Maretime Bay's nightlife had only increased since reunification, now that pegasi and unicorn tourists were becoming more and more common as the weeks passed. It had gotten to the point where business hours across downtown were extended, to the point where the pizza places weren't the only establishments staying open past midnight.
Hitch's paid off house was a block down from the precinct towards the east end of town. It was a simple one-story dwelling not too long after the zoning of Maretime Bay went from business to residential. He turned off of the street and trotted up the walk towards Hitch's front door. He came to the doormat, and stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking, announcing his presence. Even without knowing Hitch's intentions, Sprout couldn't get his mind out of the gutter. If that is what he had in mind, would it happen on the couch? On... On his bed?
His dirty thoughts were interrupted when he heard the doorknob turn, and the front door opened to reveal Maretime Bay's sheriff, Hitch Trailblazer.
"Hey there, Sprout. Glad you could make it," he greeted with a smile.
Sprout smiled in return, and started to step inside, but was stopped when Hitch raised a hoof and put it to his deputy's chest.
"Sprout, just listen for a minute. I need to tell you something, and I'd rather be forward with you now, rather than spring it on you halfway through dinner. I'll admit that things have been... Weird, between us lately, what with what I walked in on a couple weeks ago, and how I... Made you deal with it and keep your job at the same time. For what it's worth, I've enjoyed it, and I won't pretend that you haven't."
Sprout felt his face flush with heat again. But with the way he was talking, it also brought a pang of nervousness. Was he about to put a stop to it? Was he worried about getting caught?
"I've also seen how you've doubled your efforts at work, Sprout. It hasn't gone unnoticed. I'll be honest; after that first night, I really didn't know how to process everything that I started to feel. I just... Dealt with those urges as they've come along these past couple weeks. Now that I've had some time to sort through everything..."
Sprout gulped nervously. Yes it was weird, and certainly ethically questionable on the job, but he certainly didn't want it to stop.
"I want to pay you back, Sprout, and see where things go from here. So tonight would be less of a 'fling', and more of a full-on date, if that's okay with you. What do you say?"
Sprout felt relief wash over him as he saw Hitch's cheeks tint red.
Not about to let this surge of emotion overtake him before their evening even got started, he took another deep breath, and let it out with a smile, as he nodded.
"Yeah, Hitch. I'd love that."
Sprout felt the butterflies start to fly around in his stomach as Hitch smiled at his answer, and stepped aside to invite him inside.
"Pizza from our usual place sound good?" Hitch asked as Sprout wiped his hooves on the mat just inside the door.
"That sounds great," the red stallion replied, as he stepped into the living room. He plopped himself down on the couch, trying to make himself at home as he heard Hitch pick up the phone and place an order with their favorite pizza joint just down the block. He and Hitch were pretty much regulars there, and the sheriff had to emphasize that they were at his house and not at the precinct.
After placing the order and hanging up the phone, Hitch came over to the living room and found Sprout lounging on the couch.
"Comfy?" Hitch asked. Sprout nodded as Hitch went over to the end table and switched on his big screen TV.
"Figured we'd do a little bit of a surprise tonight," Hitch told him, reaching into a plastic bag and came out with a plastic disc case, tossing it gently over to Sprout. The stallion caught it face side down, and turned it over, his eyes immediately widening.
"Harry Trotter and the Horserer's Stone? This isn't out for another week! Where did you get this?" Sprout asked, astounded at what had landed in his hooves.
"Well, maybe I know a pony who knows a pony who does inventory at one of the movie places downtown. I paid in full, he won't be able to put it in the system until next Friday, but I wanted to do something special for tonight."
Sprout's gaze fell to the disc case again as he swallowed a small lump in his throat. Straight-as-an-arrow Hitch bent the rules for this first 'date' movie.
"So, what would you like to drink?" Hitch asked as Sprout set the case down on the coffee table.
"Coke would be great, thanks."
Hitch returned to the kitchen to get their drinks, and returned a couple minutes later and set the glasses down on the coasters he had set out before Sprout's arrival. He then picked up the case, opened it up, and popped the disc into his DVD player's tray, before walking around the coffee table and joined his deputy on the couch as the main menu on the disc faded in, and he reached forward and hit the play button on the remote.
They were barely ten minutes into the movie when they heard the doorbell ring. Hitch paused the film, and got up to answer the door, coming back thirty seconds later with a pizza box, sliding it down onto the coffee table.
"And dinner is served," he announced, lifting the lid off, and Sprout's mouth began to water at the steaming, large supreme pizza resting in the box. Onions, olives, green and red peppers, and diced tomatoes, all atop melted, bubbly cheese and a rich red sauce. While the pizza continued to sit with the rising steam, Hitch went to go get a couple plates and set them on either side of the box, then sat down and resumed the movie.
Sprout wasn't keen on burning his tongue or the roof of his mouth on his first date, so he let the pizza sit for about five minutes, then when he finally brought the slice up to his mouth and took a bite, it was the best, gooiest bite of pizza he had ever had. The two of them ate slowly, most of their attention on the film that nopony else in Maretime Bay would have for another week. The two of them split the pizza down the middle, having four slices each. When he was done with his half, and having sipped the last remaining puddle of soda in his glass, Sprout took a quiet breath, then sat back on the couch, slowly leaning over against Hitch as the movie entered its final scenes.
"You don't think now that magic is back, that there will end up being any unicorns like Voldemare, do you?" Sprout asked,
Hitch chuckled.
"No, I don't think so. It does make me wonder if they'll put together a school like this to learn about magic all over again, though."
As the credits rolled, Sprout gave a stretch.
"I heard they just finished filming Harry Trotter and the Stable of Secrets. Want to go see that in a few months?" Sprout asked.
"Sure thing, but honestly, I'm thinking of what I want to do now. What do you say we take our dishes to the kitchen, then take ourselves to the bedroom?"
As he gathered up his plate, glass, and empty pizza box, Sprout felt the butterflies in his stomach return with a vengeance. So something was going to happen tonight, and it was going to be in his bed!
Hitch broke down the pizza box and put it into the recycling bin while Sprout set the plates and glasses in the sink.
"You can just leave them there, I'll get them in the morning. So, shall we?" Hitched asked, tilting his head back towards the hallway.
Sprout gulped nervously and nodded, trying to get the butterflies under control again. He knew deep down that this was where he was truly hoping things would go, but now that they were going there, right here, right now, he didn't want to do something to screw it up. Hitch's smile calmed him down a bit as the sheriff turned to head down the hall, with the red stallion right behind him. Hitch turned and went through the second doorway on the right, flipping on the light switch by the time Sprout came through the doorway.
Hitch's bedroom was simple enough; a full-size bed, nightstand with a lamp, a much smaller television, and his bandolier hung on his front bedpost. There was a bookshelf beneath the window, filled with hardbound books as well as comic books.
Sprout's eyes only took in his surroundings for a few moments before his eyes locked on the bed.
"Sprout? You okay, pal?" He heard Hitch asked when the sheriff saw him staring at the bed.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just a bit nervous I guess," Sprout replied. Taking another deep breath, he stepped towards the bed, and put his front legs up on it, pulling his front half onto the bed, dragging his barrel across the sheets. "I'm ready whenever you are."
The red stallion raised his tail, and swung it lightly as seductively as he could as he still fought through his nerves.
Hitch smiled at him, stepping over to the bed, put his hooves on both of Sprout's flanks, and rolled him over, his unsheathing stallionhood almost flopping against his left inner thigh.
"Actually," Hitch began, looking him up and down, before locking his eyes with Sprout's. "I thought we'd do things a bit different tonight."
With Sprout's hind legs almost dangling off of the bed, Hitch sat down in between them, and lowered his snout down towards Sprout's stallionhood. By the time the red stallion's mind had registered what was happening, Hitch extended his tongue, and made contact with the base of his shaft, slowly drawing it up towards the tip.
Sprout gave out soft, gasping breaths as Hitch's tongue reached his tip and he parted his jaw and began to take him in, his lips wrapping around his head, slowly descending, coating his shaft in saliva. He struggled to keep his mind from exploding in sensory overload as he felt Hitch go to work, slowly taking more and more of him in, going down to the base, before slowly pulling up, releasing his head from his lips with a soft pop.
"Mmm, not bad," Hitch commented, licking his lips as he saw his deputy was now fully erect. He sauntered over to his nightstand, pulling the drawer open and getting a bottle of clear lubricant. "I figured you deserved a turn on top."
Hitch flipped the cap of the bottle of lube open as he got up onto the bed next to Sprout. He then turned it over, and let a small stream dribble down onto Sprout's unflared tip, and the stallion shivered in response. After a moment, he closed the cap, then gently started massaging the lubricant across and around his erection, before getting a small glob on the tip of his hoof and rubbed it just under his own tail, before laying on his back next to him.
"What do ya say? Are you up for it?" Hitched asked, looking over to him.
Sprout rolled his head to momentarily lock eyes with Hitch, then back down to his lubed, shimmering cock between his legs. He was honestly considering himself lucky that this was an actual 'date' with Hitch, and he believed he'd just let his sheriff take him again, but now... He was giving him a turn to take him. There would be no way he'd be as forward or as confident as Hitch was when he told him to turn around and get on the bed that first night...
"I... Really?" Sprout asked nervously.
"Sure. You should know how it feels too," Hitch replied, nudging him to get up into position. Sprout took a deep breath and then sat up. Hitch himself was semi-erect, and spread his legs when Sprout turned himself around to look at his posterior side.
"Just go nice and slow, I've been practicing these last couple weeks, so don't worry," Hitch reassured him.
Sprout gulped nervously. So this hadn't been as spur of the moment as he initially believed, if Hitch had been getting ready for this. If he hadn't been preparing like that... He didn't want to let his date down. He placed himself in between Hitch's hind legs, and slowly scooted forward, softly pressing his tip against Hitch's back door.
"Mmm, yeah, you definitely feel like you're ready. Just take your time, and don't go too fast," Hitch instructed him.
Sprout slowly applied more pressure making sure he was still lined up, and with a soft squelch, his tip popped in, and he let out a gasp as Hitch kept his legs spread. Sitting up more, he went in another inch, before putting more weight onto his front legs as he entered further into the stallion, and began to stand over him.
"Y-you doing okay?" Spout asked, looking Hitch in the eyes for barely a moment before looking back down at where he was going inside him.
"Mm.. Mmhmm. You're just a liiitle bit bigger than the toys I've been using, but it's not too bad. Come on, keep going, pal."
Hitch maintaining his friendly and encouraging demeanor helped a little bit with Sprout's frayed nerves, and he continued forward. As he passed the halfway point, he felt his medial ring brush past Hitch's sphincter. After that, continuing on was just a little easier, but he kept his pace slow in order to not hurt Hitch. A few moments later, he felt himself press up against the sheriff's balls as he bottomed out.
"W... Wow..." Sprout said. "You're so warm, and tight... I don't know how long I'm going to last."
"I'm pretty sure I also had that problem for our first night at the precinct, so don't worry about it. Now come on, have at it," Hitch encouraged him.
Taking a breath, Sprout slowly pulled halfway out, before gently pushing back in, gasping softly as he did so. He felt Hitch's erect shaft press and twitch against his stomach as he got into a rhythm of rutting his boss, putting more weight on his front hooves to give his thrusts more power. The deputy tried his best to keep his breathing steady as he gradually got faster.
"You, you doing okay?" Sprout asked Hitch, slowing down to give Hitch time to answer if he needed to.
Sprout saw him nod.
"Now I know what had you moaning on that cot a few weeks ago. Come on, keep going, show me what you've got."
Quickly glancing down and seeing Hitch's tip seeping precum, Sprout took another breath and resumed his fervent thrusting, feeling himself beginning to flare inside him, and he felt a pressure deep down in his stomach, like a spring slowly pushing down, preparing for the inevitable equal and opposite reaction.
"Hitch, I'm... I'm... Ahh!"
Sprout cried out and hilted inside Hitch, and felt himself erupt as he moaned in pleasure. His twitching shaft, buried in Hitch, sent out rope after rope of seed into his colon as his eyes nearly rolled up into his head, as Hitch brought his front hooves up and held him close.
The waves of euphoria began to subside, and Sprout's front legs gave out as he collapsed onto Hitch's barrel.
"So... So that's what that feels like," Hitch said, also a bit short of breath.
As Sprout barely lifted his backside just enough to pull out of Hitch with a squelching sound, he felt something wet and slimy on his lower abdomen, and saw that Hitch had also hit his peak at nearly the same time he had.
"You alright, Sprout?" Hitch asked as Sprout rolled off to the side, coming to rest on the bed sheets next to the stallion.
"Are... Are we a thing now?" Sprout asked nervously, as he finished catching his breath, his softening shaft resting limp on his left inner thigh.
Hitch smiled gently at him.
"If you want us to be," the sheriff replied.
Sprout smiled back, snuggling into his boyfriend. As he got comfortable, he started to chuckle, and it was barely a moment before it had turned into full on laughter.
"What's so funny?" Hitch asked, wondering what had gotten him into such a giggling fit.
"P... Ponies are going to eventually asked how we became an item, and... An I'll have to say that you caught me clopping to your calendar!"
The deputy was guffawing at this point, and Hitch grabbed him by the neck with one leg and gave his slicked-back mane a noogie with his other hoof.
"I think we'll come up with something a little more socially acceptable than that," Hitch replied.
Sprout playfully tried to get away from Hitch's hoof messing up his mane, before getting himself under control and snuggled into his chest.
"I love you, Hitch," Sprout told him, just above a whisper.
"Love you too, Sprout."
