Sleeping Together
Here's an interesting thought for three in the morning. Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean 'sleeping together'. How did that phrase even come about anyway? I sigh and wriggle a little under the cotton fabric of his duvet, topped with a zebra striped blanket...he thought it was cute in a kind of "zebraception" sort of way...so do I. I'm here, in my boyfriend's bed just for a couple weeks until the new academic year starts and I can move back into my place.
So, that means we're sleeping together (he has limited space in his digs) but we haven't slept together in the sense that the rest of society uses. I've had people ask and sure the first couple nights it was a bit difficult to cope with the uhh...excitement...but we didn't do anything short of a few groans, grunts and grinding. Why? I love him. Love is an emotional thing, not a physical.
OK granted, hormones and signalling molecules have their role to play, but how do we express physical love between couples? By inserting various parts of anatomy (or replicas perhaps) into other parts of anatomy and mashing the hell out of each other. Even going slow, it's still kind of painful or uncomfortable for a gay couple, especially if the top partner happens to also be the not insubstantially larger one. So how on Earth does that express feelings of affection?
I glance over at him snoozing away in there with a dumb little smile on his muzzle...he looks so goofy, but I love that about him. My big, silly goofball of flesh and fur. How the hell would slamming my big ol' equine dick into his tight little butt express what my heart feels when I meet his eyes? It can't. All that huffing and puffing and grunting and moaning that'd come with it, I don't understand...although I won't deny that the thought of it is attractive. My sheath agrees with me, swelling slightly like a hopeful little puppy bearing its eyes in anticipation of a good bone - I suppose perhaps literally in this case.
"Not today amigo." I mutter, but it doesn't listen, just like a puppy, so I huff and decide to go grab a glass of cold water. I do sleep nude yes, it's comfier for me and I learned the other week that the insulated heat of underwear can affect sperm quality. Not that it'd matter to either of us, but I just like being reassured and there's a small stallion-like part of my subconscious that gets a kick out of the knowledge I'm fertile and could knock him up any time if he were the opposite sex. Sliding from the sheets I swivel out, plop my hooves onto the thin carpet of his room and stand up, heading for the door. I pause and look back as he turns slightly, ear flicking as he 'mmmfs'. Even though he's asleep I swear he knows I've left. I can feel it and I'm pretty sure he can too.
He's got a small apartment so I haven't got to go far to get into the kitchen and open the fridge up, grabbing my filtered water bottle misted with the fine layer of water that all chilled bottles seem to get. I lean on the counter, pop the top and squeeze the bottle a little so the cool, crisp water flows down my throat. It feels pretty good, it's warm in this building all the time. The bottle makes funny squelchy hissing noises as the air flows back in through the filter.
I'm no longer sleeping with him...but then was I to start with? I am awake at 03:11 AM as the cooker so politely reminds me, so I'm not asleep. We didn't have sex, but the room still has that mixed scent of the two of us, almost as if we had been at it. I wonder what the neighbours would think. Smirking in the darkness I take another sip from the bottle and giggle, they'd probably enjoy hearing it. Fortunately, the cool water has distracted my body enough that it decides to withdraw the blood from my sheath, mission accomplished. I quietly open the fridge again and put the bottle back, standing and thinking for a second before my ears flick towards the slight padding of footsteps behind me.
"So, you're actually awake." I offer, looking back over my shoulder to be framed by the incandescent light of the fridge.
"Yeah...I heard you leave, thought I'd join you, it's way too stuffy in here." He replies and slowly pads over, wrapping himself onto me.
"Mind if I have some before you put it back?" He asks, leaning his muzzle over my shoulder and peering into the fridge as if expecting to see Zuul in there. Normally I'd be almost OCD about sharing my bottle, but it's not like I haven't ingested his saliva before and concluded it's safe.
"Sure, it's pretty cold so watch for brain freeze, last thing you want is a headache."
"Already got one from looking at those stripes of yours in this light."
"You didn't complain the last time." We both giggle at the memory and I offer the bottle to him, listening to the gulps as it goes down into him too.
"What were you thinking about anyway? I know you pause in the middle of doing something when there's stuff on your mind." Ah, he knows me too well.
"Just us being together like this...do we class it as sleeping together or what?" I shuffle back and he moves with me, turning off to the side and I look over his nude silhouette in the dim light that comes in from outside.
"I guess so; I'd prefer to term it resting together though since the general assumption is that we'd be fucking like rabbits if it was 'sleeping'. You don't regret not doing anything before you head off tomorrow?"
"Nah, how can I regret not doing something I have no experience of?" Yes, I'm a zebra, an equine and I'm a virgin. For now, at least. Amazing. Sorry to burst your stud stallion stereotype bubble. It's not that I don't trust him or think of him that way, it's the fact that I really don't want to...not until both our hormones make it inevitable anyway.
"Very true...coming back to bed then?" He asks, leaning over and smooching my cheek which promptly flushes with blood in the capillaries...but he won't see that, not in this light.
"Yeah." Shutting the fridge, we both wander back, him taking the lead. Sure, I look his body over, but I'm not staring at his ass all the time, the brain that forms the person I love is in his upward head, not the downward one. He climbs back into bed and I do the same, promptly spooning up to him with a sigh of comfort. I'm warm still, but cool enough to sleep thanks to the water and being out from the sheets.
"You sure?" He murmurs, ear flicking lazily at my muzzle as it takes me a couple minutes to realise he means the question he posed before about 'us'. He's drifting off and I am too, nestled up quite happily together refreshed and ready to catch up on the lost sleep.
"I'm sure...and I wouldn't have it any other way."