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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for Dood Barrowstone. Their three words were "Gym, Horses, Nervous." and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

Minds of Their Own

For almost as long as both horses had been going to the same gym, Bram and Rudy had been attracted to one another. Not a week went by when one of the horses didn't spend at least a little time wandering around the gym looking for the other, only to find them miraculously exercising right next to where they themselves had totally, definitely and one hundred percent already planned on beginning their daily workout. Not a single visit went by where both men didn't spend much of their time imagining how when they were done they were going to walk up to the other horse, strike up the most chilled out and casual conversation, and smoothly transition from friendly banter to asking if the stallion would like to go get a drink with them sometime. But just as they never missed a session together where both horses thought almost obsessively about admitting their attraction to the other guy and fantasising about the long and glorious relationship which would arise from their first sweet and intimate date, there was another thing which happened like clockwork on each and every visit the two men made to the gym.

Their nerves failed them, their thoughts turned to certain rejection, mockery and perhaps even anger from the other horse at the presumption of their homosexuality, and they said absolutely nothing until inevitably one of them slunk off home in shame, with the other following likewise not too long after.

There came a day however where though the first steps of that same old dance were performed in their usual sequence; the search, the meeting, that smile and nod which sought to convey warmth in its acknowledgement of their frequent workout buddy while feigning the simple polite indifference of two souls not madly infatuated with the figure in front of whom they were standing, and then the fantasies as they worked their toned bodies in plain sight of one another, the ending changed somewhat dramatically. Rudy was the first to chicken out and Bram watched as he headed for the showers, silently cursing himself for not taking that opportunity and catching the palomino stallion before he departed. While for a few minutes the larger draught horse kept on working out though, consoling his sorrow and calming his rattled nerves with the promise that he'd definitely say something tomorrow, it wasn't long before without Rudy's presence to motivate him he too headed out to get washed, dressed and ready to head home for dinner.

Normally, five minutes was more than enough time whichever stallion left first to depart the showers and enter the locker rooms before their mutual crush followed in their wake. Today however, as Bram rounded the corner of the gym's main workout area and headed for the showers himself almost a full eight minutes after Rudy's departure, he almost let slip an audible, simultaneously embarrassed and longing cry at the sight which awaited him. Standing outside the shower room door in front of a yellow and orange striped 'Cleaning in Progress' cone, was none other than the palomino figure of Rudy himself.

The sound of approaching hooves rang in the palomino horse's ears, and though inwardly he was barely holding back a veritable sob of mixed excitement and complete humiliation, common courtesy and manners forced the smaller of the two horses to turn his head, and nod in what he hoped to god was a casual gesture of greeting to the darker coated, taller, broader draft horse.

"Apparently someone spilled like half a bottle of shampoo on the floor. They're just rinsing it away so it's not a slip-hazard."

It took all of Bram's strength and focus not to gurgle and whinny, but instead to nod in the sort of mild curiosity that he prayed seemed appropriate under the circumstances.

"Oh, right."

Both men's hearts raced in their chests. They'd spoken. After over a year of working out together almost every day, finally they'd spoken more than a casual 'Hey or 'Sup' to one another. As pleasant a fact as that was though, it was swiftly swept away in a fresh flood of terror as a cheetah in a janitorial uniform wandered out of the shower room wheeling a mop and bucket in front of him, and nodded matter-of-factly to the two horses as he picked up the cleaning sign and wheeled his way past them.

"All yours, boys."

The two horses looked at one another. They trembled and opened their mouths, both about to say the same thing. That the other stallion could go in, and they'd shower at home. But a split-second before those same words left both their muzzles, Rudy and Bram alike realised that offer in itself might be too much of a giveaway. Why would two normal guys be embarrassed to shower together at the gym? They showered with other guys all the time after their sessions after all. Just, not with each other. Thus, they said nothing. Two muzzles closed, two awkward, uncontrollably bashful smiles were shared... mortifying for their owner, beyond cute to the other horse's eyes... and mere moments later Rudy and Bram found themselves headed towards the showers themselves with the knowledge that in less than a minute their clothes would be off, and they would be showering in the same room as the other stallion's totally naked body.

Hearts didn't simply race, they galloped as the two men tried to think of any way to get out of this unspoken social contract that was the post workout shower without making their queer feelings towards the other guy as clear as day. It was hopeless though, and even after going as slowly as possible the fact that both men had the same idea of that delaying tactic meant that when they ended up naked, they did so at practically the same instant.

With eyes downturned, not able to see the other horse doing exactly the same, they stepped into the shower room and moved over to their regular, preferred shower heads without daring to steal so much as a glance up at the other man. The echoing clop of one another's hooves on the recently rinsed thus damp tile floor meant they couldn't reliably track the other stallion's movements, so it was only when they not only heard the hiss of their own shower turning on as they twisted the handle attached to the wall-mounted pipes, but another almost directly beside them, that they finally let loose a shared whinny of audible dismay and embarrassment. Eyes rose before they could help themselves, and a second or so later both men were staring at simultaneously their most frequent and powerful sexual fantasy, and their absolute nightmare.

The naked body of the other horse stood close by them with just one empty shower head between them. With the water already flowing they watched as glistening liquid cascading through short, bright coats and dampened luxurious manes, then fell lower, flowing over taut stomachs, firm loins and...

Their eyes lurched upward as both men saw the other horse's cock. Dangling, mostly flaccid, but not completely so. Their eyes met, and a moment later with a grunt of mutual shame and apology, they turned away both so the other man didn't think they were being deliberate voyeurs and to conceal the fact that a momentary glimpse at the other stallion's cock was all it took for their own to begin rapidly, uncontrollably swelling.

The two men shook their heads as they trembled and fought back full on panic under the showers' flow, listening the the drumming of yet more water just behind them and knowing it was the result of the other stallion's naked, absolutely gorgeous body. They tried so hard to hold back, to restrain themselves and deny their own bodies what their hearts and minds were feeling in that moment, but it was impossible. Despite willing themselves not to get hard, telling themselves that they couldn't, not here, not just in a public shower but in front of him of all men, they did. Both Bram and Rudy's cocks grew fast, and they grew hard as steel at the knowledge of their crush's immediate and intimate presence as well as that brief, fleeting glimpse of one another's then still mostly soft cocks burned inescapably into their memories now and for the rest of time.

Had even one of them looked up and seen the nervous humiliation written across the other man's face, they might have been able to realise right then and there that they were experiencing the same problem for the same reasons. At the very least they could have used the other man's shame, their body turned away and their face staring down at their own crotch with absolutely no chance of their eyes turning upon anything or anyone else, as an opportunity to escape. To turn, to cross the room, to grab their clothes and towel from the adjoining antechamber and make a break for the locker room before the other stallion even had a chance to raise their head. Under the circumstances though their own similarities, their own mutually intense and paralysing combination of embarrassment, nerves and desperate longing wholly betrayed them. Like had been the case from their very first meeting neither one of them could bring themselves to take that chance and make a leap of faith, and so they remained there, growing ever more trapped by their swelling erections until both horses were watching pre-cum dribble out of their flared tips as their dappled pink and darker skinned shafts twitched and strained with desperate intensity. They let the water fall and the tensions grow for what felt like an eternity until just like today, just like with the shower's cleaning throwing off their usual schedule, the situation was finally taken out of their hands entirely.

Though, this time it wasn't some random chance or perhaps a necessary twist of fate which advanced things between the stallions.

This time, it was what they had done to themselves and to each other not just with their glimpse of one another's naked bodies just now, but with a year of fantasising and wanting and wishing and hoping and oh so many nights spent lying in bed, in the bathtub, at their computers or standing in the shower jerking off to the thought of the two of them finally getting to be together.

Their nerves grew too much to bear.

Their embarrassment grew too potent to handle.

The two horses whinnied in near perfect unison in their shame and lustful desperation, and in that moment, as though acting with minds of their own, their libidos... their cocks finally took charge.

They turned on the spot, crying out openly, shamefully as their bodies betrayed them under the thrall of their own arousal. They stared as to their shock and awe they found the other stallion turning too. Their eyes bulged wider, and their desperate, frantic cocks throbbed and dribbled yet more pre-cum into the small space between them as they watched the other horse's thick, straining, rock hard erection do the very same.

Eyes tore themselves away from one another's cocks only so they could rise, and meet.

The two men groaned. They begged on behalf of full, aching balls eager to be relieved by anything more than a daydream. Unable to believe what was happening but equally unable to deny it, they nodded hungrily, greedily to one another, and a moment later found themselves lurching forward with arms outstretched and a pair of ever more breathless and wild whinnies.

They barely touched, barely managed to wrap their arms tight around the other horse and press both muzzles and cocks swiftly, sloppily together before their overwhelmed and terrified bodies forced them into open, conditionless surrender to one another. Eyes bulged and fluttered as deep, bellowing cries rang out muffled by muzzles and tongues. Hands clutched at strong, soaking wet shoulders, and cocks strained, throbbed against the heat and hardness of their new lover's own for a moment, just a moment, before the betrayal of their bodies was complete, and the two men immediately and truly helplessly began to cum all over one another's twitching, flared cocks and the firm torsos holding them tight together.

For over a year Rudy and Bram had told themselves that no matter how much they wanted it there was no way that the other stallion could possibly feel remotely the same about them as they did towards him. Now though, as they huffed and snorted into one another's muzzles and felt thick ribbons of cum painting one another's bodies while wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over both of them, there was finally no denying it. No hiding. No letting fear and nerves hold them back.

They were cumming together.

Cumming not just with, but for one another. And as their bodies, their cocks in particular continued to drive them on and on to greater extremes of euphoria as though with minds of their own, both stallions trembled not just in pleasure, but in joyous relief at what they both knew this meant.

There was a chance that the other stallion might really like them back after all!

By Jeeves

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