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"Dude, these are amazing!"

Adam couldn't help but grin at the black and white paint horse's praising of his baking as he took another slice of lemon meringue pie. He shoved another large forkful into his mouth as Adam laughed, "Geeze, Mason, slow down or you'll choke."

"Then I will die a happy stallion. Seriously, dude, all those years of culinary school really paid off. Although, you were pretty awesome in the kitchen before then. Remember those chocolate chip muffins you can for the school's bake sale? Man, those were heavenly."

The donkey's ears perked up. "You remember that? We were ten!"

"Of course I remember. Who would ever forget finding out their best bro is a whiz in the kitchen?"

If Mason had noticed the donkey blushing, he wasn't saying anything. Although, he was most likely far too engrossed in his dessert to pay any attention to what was going on around him. Not that Adam was all that bothered. Mason was a big guy, made of muscle, and someone like him needed to eat a lot, right?

After finishing his third piece while Adam was still on his first, the large man placed his plate on the coffee beside the half finished dessert Adam had made before leaning into the couch, licking his lips and rubbing his belly with satisfaction. "Man, that restaurant you work for is so lucky to have you. Then again, I'm even luckier because I get to eat your food for free."

"The perks of being roommates with a chef," Adam chuckled. He'd always enjoyed cooking and baking, the latter in particular, ever since he was a foal, thanks to his grandmother teaching him. But he'd always been too scared to share his interests with his classmates, too afraid they'd mock him. He'd never been the most masculine of boys and loving baking would just be another set of ammunition the other kids could fire at him. But his grandmother had insisted he make those muffins that day and not be afraid to tell everyone so. Naturally, he'd been picked on. Not by Mason, though. Mason had actually been his neighbour at the time, and while they sometimes would hangout at each other's houses thanks to how close their parents were, they'd never really spent any time together at school. But that day Mason had defended him, bought two muffins, and threatened to kick the butt of anyone that ever made fun of Adam and his amazing baking skills ever again. It was that day his feelings for the horse developed into something a little more than platonic.

Eighteen years later and he still had the largest crush on the man who quickly became his best friend. Although, 'crush' was putting it lightly. He was in love...in love with a man way out of his league. Mason was the kind of man anyone would fall for, drop dead gorgeous with the brightest smile, and over the years he'd learned Mason was the kind of stallion to help anyone in need and if someone else had been bullied that day, he would have jumped to their defence. No, Adam wasn't special because they were neighbours. He was just that nice a guy and Adam had been in the right place at the right time. But that fact only seemed to make him love him even more.

Adam took a final bite of his pie and was considering having another but decided against it. Unlike Mason, he was a bit on the plump side and could do with saying no every now and again. Adam was actually pretty jealous of Mason in that regard. Sure, he practically lived at the gym, but the amount of Adam's baking he'd eaten had to count for something, right?

He picked up their empty plates and the leftover dessert and headed towards the kitchen, dumping the dirty dishware in the sink and the food in the fridge before walking back into the kitchen in time to Mason standing up, arms above his head in a languid stretch.

"Well, I should get going. You sure you don't wanna come with? I mean, I know it's nothing fancy, just the movies and dinner but it's your day off. You should do something else besides sitting around here doing nothing."

"It's fine, really," Adam said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I really wouldn't want to impose on your time with your friends."

"Dude, you're not-"

"Besides, I got this really awesome book from the library the other day and I'm dying to see how it ends."

Mason looked crestfallen, but only for a moment, his happy go lucky smile quickly coming back as he said, "Well, maybe next time?" He gave Adam a friendly, if slightly hard, pat on the back before saying his goodbyes and heading out the door.

"Yeah, maybe next time," Adam mumbled to himself, his ears drooping as he looked down at his hooves. He was such an idiot. He should have said yes. Adam didn't have that many friends outside of Mason and the people he hung out with sounded friendly but he just couldn't. Mason was a good buy but was a little on the dense side when it came to reading the room. Sure, he might not be able to tell Adam was in love with him but what if one of his friends did?

When Adam had come out to Mason in their final year of high school and he'd come out right back, Adam couldn't have been happier. He foolishly thought this meant they'd start dating but months went by and Mason never gave so much as in inkling of interest and eventually started dating this lion on their high school's rugby team. Adam quickly realised how much of an idiot he was for thinking their relationship would ever go further than friendship. After all, why would someone like Mason date a fat, loser donkey like him? The men he'd dated since then were further proof of that. He always went for the handsome, outgoing, athletic type. Not Adam, basically.

Maybe letting Mason move into his house when he lost his job and apartment was a mistake. Now he saw the object of his affections every day and every day it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet. How much longer would he last before he finally let his feelings slip and Mason, naturally horrified someone like him would want him, turned tail and walked out of his life for good? He hoped he would at least let him down easy and not laugh directly in his face. Maybe he'd wait until he left the room first?

Adam stopped in front of his room and turned his head to look directly across the hallway at the guest room Mason was calling his own. He didn't know what compelled him to head towards it but before he knew it he was standing in the middle of the room, looking around the space Mason had called home for the past month. Although, you wouldn't know someone lived there just by looking at it. Everything was just so neat. The bed was made, their weren't any pictures on the walls or little knickknacks on the bedside table. If you opened the wardrobe you'd find clothes but, outside of that, it looked completely unlived in, That only hurt Adam more. It was further proof that Mason didn't plan on staying. He didn't know why he was so upset with it when that had always been the plan. Mason was going to get a new job, save up a bit of money, find a new place and then leave. Their living together was never meant to be permanent. Still, he'd held onto his foolish hope that Mason would one day run up to him with open arms and declare his love. Yeah, right. What an idiot.

Adam sat down on the corner of his friend's bed with a heavy sigh. He wondered if he should try online dating again. He should at least try and move on from a romance that would never happen. While thinking about what to do when it came to his less than stellar love life, Adam caught a hint of something out the corner of his eye. It was a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, haphazardly tossed onto the floor. It was uncharacteristic for Mason to just leave his stuff lying around like that but he must have been in a hurry and just forgot to put it away. Deciding to be a nice roommate, he picked the items of clothing up and was about to toss them in the laundry hamper when a pair of Mason's dark blue boxer briefs fell out of the jeans. Adam made a less than dignified squeaking sound when he noticed a large red handprint mark on each one of the cheeks. The item of clothing was no doubt meant to be more comical than sexy but he couldn't help the way his throat went dry at the idea of lining his hands up with those pictures while they were on Mason.

While Mason loved to walk around shirtless, showing off those beautiful abs and pecs of his, he always wore some kind of longs pants, hiding his glorious lower half from view. What Adam wouldn't give to see those muscular thighs bare and the way the dark material hugged his enormous groin and that perfect arse. He knew how amazing his nethers were because he had seen him naked before on numerous occasions. Sharing showers after PE or changing into their swimwear before heading to the pool, Mason's body was hardly alien to him. That had, however, been when they'd been in school. Sadly, he hadn't gotten many chances to see his best friend's cock as an adult, much to his dismay. At least, outside of one incident during his first night staying there.

He'd been sitting in the living room, just watching TV, minding his own business, when a very wet and very naked Mason walked by. He'd stood right by the arm of the couch Adam had been sitting on, making damn sure his dick was eye level with the both horrified and ecstatic donkey.

"So, um, I may have forgotten to pack my towel. Can I borrow one of yours?" he'd asked with a big, dumb grin on his face. Why he hadn't asked for a towel BEFORE stepping into the shower was beyond Adam but he wasn't exactly complaining. Mason's cock was as amazing as he remembered and having it so close to his face that he could smell the soap clinging to his skin was heavenly.

He eyed the underwear on the floor, wondering just how recently Mason had worn them. Did they still have their owner's scent? Exactly how would they smell? Musky and raw, like right after a workout or on a hot day? Well, only one way to find out.

Adam picked up the piece of clothing, pausing only for a moment, before pressing it against his large nose. Adam closed his eyes, taking away certain senses to better heighten others. His nostrils flared as he took it all in, his body shuddering as the raw scent of Mason's sweat hit him like a freight train. He continued to drink in his marvelous odor, his cock also showing its appreciation by growing into half hardness. Not wanting to leave his lower regions to suffer, he placed the hand that wasn't showing his best friend's underwear up his nose onto his groin, giving it a harsh squeeze. He moaned into the material at the action and began pawing at himself with abandon.

"Oh, Mason, yes," he said in a muffled voice, followed by a low moan. An idea ran through Adam's mind. A voice in his head told him what he wanted to do next was wrong. And even louder voice, however (most likely originating from his lower head), told him to fuck it all and go through with it.

And that was how Adam ended up completely disrobed and on his back on his best friend's bed. He still had Mason's boxer briefs in hand but it was now wrapped around his hardening member like the world's muskiest smelling cock sleeve. Adam thought for a moment how wrong it was that he was about to jerk off using his oldest friend's underwear. But it really was only for a moment as he soon found his hand was moving up and down, the silkiness of the undergarment brushing against his warm member, Adam biting his lip as images of a certain splotchy coated stallion ran through his mind.

He lifted a hand, imagining it was Mason's, and placed it on his chest. He groped one of his plump pecs as Mason's voice rang through his head. "You're absolutely gorgeous," he said. "I cannot believe how lucky I am to have someone like you."

Adam gasped at the words as a bolt of electricity ran through his cock. It was all in his head but he couldn't help the arousal that ran through him at the idea of Mason whispering words to him while fondling his chest and with his hand wrapped snuggly around his cock. He gave a low moan as his grip on each tightened.

"Yes, moan for me," the imaginary Mason said in a low, husky voice. "Show me just how much you want this."

Adam let out a low groan as the hand on his cock sped up while the other went from groping his chest to pinching and pulling his nipple. He wondered what it would be like for Mason's lips to be wrapped around them, his teeth scraping at flesh, his tongue flicking over pert buds. His mind moved further, past simple chest play, and soon the idea of what it would be like to have Mason riding him ran through his mind. Instead of it being his hand, It was Mason's tight hole wrapped around him, the stallion leaning over him, each hand beside his head on the pillow, him moaning his name as their lust filled eyes met.

"Fuck, God, Adam, you feel amazing. Yes, fill be up, just like that!"

"Mason, yes, I love you so much," Adam groaned, hand speeding up even more. "I-I think I'm almost there. Oh, Mason!"

He imagined Mason bouncing on his dick, his own enormous cock swinging this way and that with every movement, occasionally slapping against Adam's plump belly, his pre making a mess of his coat. That picture alone was enough to have him releasing all over Mason's boxer briefs.

Adam was still trying to catch his breath from one of the best orgasms he'd had in his life when a familiar, and not at all imaginary, voice said, "So, uh, that was interesting."

Adam's eyes flew open to find Mason standing in the doorway, face red as can be, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. The colour from Adam's own face drained as he stuttered out a, "H-how long have you been standing there?"

"I dunno. Couple minutes? I forgot my wallet so I came back for it and, uh, were you really saying my name back there? And is that my underwear?"

That's it, his life was over, or at least their friendship was. And with how much Mason meant to him, that was essentially the same thing. Adam could feel his eyes begin to swell up with hot tears. He leaped off of Mason's bed and began to quickly get dressed, apologising the whole way through as the dam broke and tears began streaming down his face.

He was only half dressed, shirt still on the floor, when a concerned looking Mason stepped up to him and placed a hand on each shoulder. His voice was gentle as he said, "Hey, man, calm down. It's okay."

"Okay? What about this is okay?" Adam snapped. "I was using your underwear to jerk off and now you hate me and you think I'm gross because I am gross and you're never gonna wanna be my friend every again and and and-"

Adam was hyperventilating now. Mason gave him a gentle smile as he said, "It's okay. I could never hate you. I was just surprised, is all. I mean, it never even occurred to me that you could have feelings for me." At that last sentence, Mason's face grew even redder.

"Mason, I've been in love with you since high school." He'd already seen his dick, might as well get it all out in the open.

"I...for real?" Mason's eyes grew wide with shock and Adam couldn't help but smile. At least a little.

"You're handsome but, boy, are you dumb."

Mason gave him a goofy grin as he said, "Well, can you blame me? Why would I think a guy like you would ever like someone like me? You're way out of my league, dude."

"I, wha, how?" Adam fumbled over his words, trying his best to make sense of the utter nonsense Mason was spewing.

"Dude, you're super smart and talented. You got the best marks in school, graduated top of our class, and then you went off to some fancy culinary school. You got a job at an awesome restaurant and bought a house...meanwhile, I'm working as a janitor and barely making rent on my shitty apartment with walls so thin I could hear the drug deals going down next door. A shitty apartment that I couldn't even keep, mind you." Mason then shot Adam an impressive grin as he added, "You're amazing, dude. You always have been. And if I'd known you were interested in me then I probably would've been more open about my feelings."

When Adam finally picked his jaw up off the ground, he found himself saying in a meek voice, "Your feelings?"

"I've, uh, kind of had a thing for you for ages, too. I can't really put my finger on when it happened but these days just looking at you makes me feel so, urgh, I dunno, like I'm on top of the world? It's as if just being around you makes the whole room light up. Does any of this make sense? Shit, man, I'm bad with words and junk."

"Sounds like you're pretty good at them to me," Adam said with a shy smile. The lines Mason was giving him were corny and cliche as hell but he couldn't help the way his heart soared at the sound of them. "So, you actually have feelings for me?"

"Dude, who wouldn't? Surprised you couldn't tell."

"Well, maybe you calling me 'dude' all the time had a hand in that."

"Huh? What's wrong with dude?"

Adam laughed. "It's just such a bro thing to do. You talk like you want to chug beers with me, not make out with me."

"Well, can't I do both?" And before he could answer, Mason's lips were on his. He melted into the kiss as arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. The kiss was brief but when they pulled apart, Mason still had his arms around him, refusing to let him go. "You know, if being called things like dude bother you then I can try something else. I don't want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable, after all."

"I'm your boyfriend?" Adam's stomach was doing flips.

"I mean, if you want to be. We don't have to-"

"I want to be your boyfriend!" Adam blurted out a little louder than what was necessary,

Mason nuzzled Adam's cheek as he said, "That is so awesome, babe!"

"B-babe?" Adam stuttered out.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that more. Or would you prefer to be called something like honey or sweetie?"

"Honestly? All those sound amazing," Adam laughed as he gave his new boyfriend a squeeze.

"Excellent! Hey, how about I call the guys and cancel? We can stay in, order pizza, and chill. Just the two of us."

Adam buried his face into Mason's chest and said a muffled, "That sounds amazing, actually."

The rest of the evening was spent watching TV and eating pizza, something they'd done countless times before but now felt a million times better. Maybe it was how Mason's laugh seemed all the more joyous or the twinkle he got in his eye whenever Adam said something. Whatever it was, Adam was happier than he had been in years and would forever be grateful for those ridiculous hand print undies.

He bit his lip. Maybe he could get Mason to model them for him sometime?