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Brand harrumphed before he finally answered.

"What does it matter as long as you know you can...you know, talk to me?" the pony stated, watching Jeff pointedly across the hot chocolate-scented space between them, across the kitchen island.

Jeff shook his head, and breathed out, quietly. It was clear that there would not be clean answers here.

"Talk about what, Brand?"

The bigger pony didn't seem too happy with the extra question, but he did flick his ear, and shrug, and Jeff heard the telltale slap of a stringy tail.

"Anything you feel like you have to...uh...you can talk with me," he suggested.

Jeff chuffed.

"And simply because you're awesome enough to listen and not because anything else, Brand?" the younger pony would not let him have it so easily, even if he risked aggravating things again.

Jeff had had enough of the moping, he wanted action, and even if that didn't involve Brand's thick cock, like he had earlier fantasized about, he still wanted that things were honest between them. Whatever they'd tell others and appear to others, especially Adam, when they were like this, Jeff did not want to have to pretend anything else. Brand, on the other hand, seemed all too keen on pretending, and that flared the old anger in Jeff, the one that had made him shout at Brand and call him things he did not regret all that much, because for Jeff, it was the truth. Even now he sat there, scowling at Jeff, ears flicking slowly.

Jeff wouldn't budge.

"Yeah, Brand, whatever you think about yourself or me, I'd really still need to know why."

Brand huffed and shook his head, throwing his mane back, as if it was long and flowing, not smooth and groomed and relatively short, like his own was.

"I know what you think of me, Jeff," the pony replied between clenched teeth, and his eyes dark as they gazed over to Jeff.

"And you know why."

It was a simple thing to say, but Jeff knew that they both knew exactly what he was talking about. He had the pictorial evidence to proof as much, too, but mentioning that was not something Jeff wanted to do. That could only end badly.

Brand's ears flicked flat when he picked up his green mug and took a long sip that added more hot chocolate stains over his stubbly chin. He didn't bother wiping them away, but instead he breathed out, harshly.

"Can't get that out of your mind now, Jeff?"

"What?" Jeff snipped.

"That I was doing what I did," Brand grunted in the 'don't make me spell it out for you' tone.

Jeff blushed at the implications. He didn't exactly deny that Brand was hot as SHIT, and the image of him kneeling and having fun with himself was one deeply engraved in his not so innocent mind. It made him think of all sorts of things he could do with the pony, and thinking those things while sitting in front of the very same boy was not something he really shouldn't be doing, Jeff decided.

"It just kinda speaks all the things you won't say aloud, Brand."

The bigger pony that looked all too nice in his damn t-shirt shook his head and chuckled, briefly, and it sounded almost like a bark, when he looked at Jeff again.

"Guess there's no wriggling out of this, is there?" he rumbled. "You're one stubborn kid you know, Jeff."

"Yeah, I know," Jeff snuffled.

Brand rubbed the back of his neck, thoughtfully.

"So what, Jeff?" he spoke again. "What would it change, man? I already told you that you can talk to me if you want, and don't have to worry about anything. I get it."

Just what would it change indeed...Jeff really wasn't about to start telling that he had a huge crush at Brand, and to have things change towards that direction would definitely be the most wonderful thing he could think of. Then again, Brand hadn't once even tried to imply that Jeff had done any of the shit he did because he had a crush on Brand, something Jeff was puzzled with. Surely the big, hunky, muscular, gym-loving pony had to know how attractive he was, for girls and boys alike, and for someone like Jeff who had spent the past few years ogling at the resident hunk at every opportunity he had. Was it too obvious that Brand simply couldn't see it, that it was too close to him to be picked up? Or...weirdly, what if Brand really did see Jeff as something like a little brother figure, and couldn't even fathom any sort of attraction between them...Jeff wasn't sure if he liked that either, he wasn't Brand's kid brother, he was 16, he was Jeff Jenner, not a Rockford, it would be completely okay...

Then there was the uneasy possibility that nagged still in the back of Jeff's mind, that Brand really only could see Adam, not Jeff...and that even though Adam was straight and Jeff was gay and could certainly be approached with propositions of the naughty kind, he was still the puny kid and Brand could never like him back. That thought Jeff couldn't shake off, no matter how many times he assured to himself that it was just a foolish crush, what he had for Brand and his all too firm buttocks, and that he shouldn't spoil his formative years of gayhood crying after the one guy he couldn't have. Surely he'd go on to college and find lots of neat gay boys who wouldn't mind a bit of a pony ride, even if Jeff wasn't a bodybuilder.

It didn't make it any easier to come up with suitable answers, when the boner-inducing cause of all his troubles and heartaches and crusty sheets was sitting there in front of him, giving him a questioning look.

Jeff took a time-buying sip out of his mug before he finally answered.

"Guess it'd be more real, I dunno."

Brand chuckled.

"I dunno is not a good answer, kiddo, not here or at school."

Jeff pouted a little.

"You know what I mean."

Brand grunted.

"Guess I do," he huffed, rubbing his chin.

"So what's so awful about saying it then, Brand?" Jeff tried one more time. "It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone else...Adam...or anyone."

Brand shook his head, and briefly studied the ceiling, not the eyes of the pony in front of him.

"I still don't think it matters that much, Jeff."

That sounded final to the younger pony, whose ears flopped down, and he let out a held-back breath, feeling a sense of defeat wash over him. Brand had obviously become antsy now, and it was clearly a time to stop the questioning before everything was over and he'd be much too uneasy to talk at all, and Jeff didn't want that. He might have not gotten exactly what he wanted, but there was still hope, it seemed, because at least Brand hadn't snapped at him, or called him names, or anything like that. It wouldn't do much good to keep pushing.

"Okay," Jeff said before he lifted his mug to his lips.

The soothing chocolate warmth helped to cheer him up a little, but just a little, and the silence seemed to stretch on again, and only punctuated by the sound of Brand taking a noisy slurp from his own mug. That was followed by the slap of his tail, and then he put his arm over the table, palm down, as he leaned over a little.

"Don't make that sullen face, Jeff," Brand said. "Don't really want to cause any more of those for you, you know."

He did look earnest enough, that little smile and all, and those eyes that looked at him, up and down, curious, it seemed, and Jeff felt slightly nervous, but good, too, since at least Brand had expressed concern about him, and not made fun of it, or his raw emotional state.

"There's been enough," Jeff snuffled.

Brand only nodded in a way of reply, and Jeff had enough time to start to wonder whether he had again soured the mood, before the older pony opened up again.

"Anything you want speak about now, then?" Brand sounded matter-of-fact and almost big-brotherly when he did so. "About...that...or anything else in your mind? School, family stuff...uhh...dunno...what do you call them...boy problems?"

You fucking walking and talking boy problem Brand Rockford.

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Jeff snuffled, and it ended up sounding amused enough.

"Boy problems?" he stated, deciding that letting Brand off the hook that enough about it was not an option.

Brand shrugged.

"Girl problems, boy problems, guess if you have some, you might wanna talk about them."

Jeff chuckled briefly and flicked his ears, mildly amused now by how...considerate Brand was trying to be. Part of it had to be forced and made for Jeff's benefit, the younger pony was quite sure of that, but nonetheless, Brand kind of deserved it now, so he might as well get the best out of it that he could.

"Why, you wondering whether I have a crush on someone or something?" he stated, willing his heart to stop beating so fast and hoping that his belly wouldn't be feeling so heavy and weird.

Brand didn't seem all too happy with this turn in the conversation, but he did give a quick nod.

"Guess it'd be just normal if you did."

So now it was already normal? Hmmm...Jeff scratched his chin and wondered how to answer the question. The fact that his real crush was sitting right there made it not any easier, nor the little whispers of dirty ideas that he simply didn't seem to be able to keep completely out of his mind, no matter the distractions he tried to use to keep them at bay.

It must've been the sight of Brand sitting there, in that tight T-shirt and with his head furs smelling awesome after the little rinse in the rain, mixing that with his natural musk and whatever shampoo or fur conditioner he used, and it was there, just at the edge of Jeff's ability to perceive scents.

"Not really, no," Jeff lied, before adding a bit of extra truth to it. "I don't really want to break my heart over a straight dude."

Jeff enjoyed the way how Brand's ears flicked down briefly upon listening to this all too honest confession from the younger pony, and he decided that he could risk just a little bit more, if he was careful, and maybe even learn a little bit more about Brand in the process at well.

Brand did seem to have some ideas as well, because he spoke after a moment, not smiling, but just a little bit pointedly.

"How about that fox then?" he said, making Jeff's eyes widen a little with surprise. "Marcus something wasn't he? He seems a bit...you know."

Jeff snorted.

"That's really prejudiced you know, Brand," he huffed in a low voice.

Brand scowled.

"What do you mean?" the pony stated. "He always hang out with you and...well...he has those pastel colored shirts and..."

Jeff chuckled, outright laughed, almost braying at the outrageous statement.

"So he's gay because he likes nicely colored shirts that look like they have been ironed?" Jeff suggested.

He bit back the bit about talking about pastel colors and how that could give its very own ideas about being unnaturally and perhaps even GAILY interested about colors and fashion, but that would have been pushing it, Jeff decided.

Brand didn't seem too happy about it to begin with, anyway, and he harrumphed.

"I don't really know about that kind of stuff."

Jeff snorted.

"Maybe you've been hanging out with Marco and Sean and heard all kinds of shit about Marcus," he said. "Not to mention me, I suppose. They like picking on me as well."

Brand's face darkened.

"Those two idiots give you crap, Jeff?" he snorted.

Jeff shrugged.

"They give shit to anyone, Brand, who's smaller or different," he replied. "It's part of being different. The thugs want to boost up their self esteem by picking on smaller and weaker ones. That's why I'm their My Little Pony or pansy, Marcus is a little poof because he has shirts that are not black or white, Andy Reiss is manboobs because he's a bit big, yeah, Sarah Nolan's rumored to be pregnant because Sean and Marco made up that rumor and spread it in the cafeteria, and last week they hoisted Donny Riley's backpack up to the flagpole."

Brand shook his head and nickered.

"They're sad fuckers," the pony snorted. "Someone should show them their place."

"Nobody can," Jeff shrugged. "Not with Sean being the tragic boy who heroically comes back to school after looking death in the eye."

Brand chuffed.

"That's not an excuse of being an even bigger prick than before the accident," he said.

"Don't diss the cripple," Jeff snorted.

"Fucker," Brand grunted.

"Besides," Jeff clarified, wanting to make sure that Brand would not do anything weird and cause even more trouble. "They don't bully me or Marcus for being gay, they just bully us because they can. The fact that they happen to call me a pansy and I am pansy but they don't know about it is just a co-incidence."

Brand shook his head in disbelief.

"Well that's really...fatal...what's the word...damn..."

"Fatalistic," Jeff sighed.

"Yeah, that!"

"Guess it's what keeps me from kicking them in the nuts," Jeff snuffled. "That and knowing that they're twice my size and would probably hoist me in the flagpole given the chance."

"It's still shit," Brand said.

""Of course it is," Jeff flicked his ears back, not amused by the subject at all."

"They're just idiots, don't listen to what they say, you know that?" Brand continued, watching Jeff carefully now.

"Sure I do," Jeff snuffled, and smiled a little. "Thanks for concern, though."

It really did sound like Brand meant it, and that made Jeff feel all sorts of things on the inside, mostly of the kind that made his cheeks flush, and he wanted to smile broadly, and maybe give the big pony a hug, with or without a grope, maybe.

"No problem," Brand said, and seemed almost shy about what he had just said, and how sensitive it was.

Jeff slurped down a mawful of slightly cooled down hot chocolate and then smiled again.

"But to answer your earlier question, no, I don't think Marcus is gay, nor do I have a crush on him," he said, returning to the subject of Jeff's potential man-crushes at school. "He's just a friend."

Brand nodded.

"Guess that's cool," the older pony said.

"Yeah, it is," Jeff replied.

The following silence between subjects was comfortable, quiet and warm enough that Jeff even dared to speak up again, and try to see what else he could dig up from the big pony who now seemed to be more talkative.

"How about you then?" Jeff said.

"What?"

"Well, you know...without...calling anything by name, if that's not what you want," Jeff mused, watching Brand carefully, "so let's just say...you like anyone?"

Jeff immediately knew that he perhaps shouldn't have asked that question, by the look in the pony's face as soon as he spoke. Brand avoided his gaze and studied the tiled pattern on the kitchen island surface, his ears flicked rapidly, and his chest seemed to heave with carefully taken deep breaths. Jeff was sure that he'd now struck an all too raw nerve with his question, something which would probably undermine everything they had already accomplished, conversation, peace, whatever it was, it was quite possibly now ruined by Jeff's attempt to lighten up the mood, and gain something back in return as well, now that he had opened up for the older pony.

Brand harrumphed and nickered when he finally met Jeff's eyes again, and he spoke only from between tightly held lips.

"Bet you have your ideas about that too, Jeff."

Jeff's tail smacked against his own rump when he let out a snuffle of announce at the bigger pony's tone. He wasn't about to take any shit if he wasn't giving any in the first place, and it had really been just a simple question. He felt like he had the right to make it, and the answer had been all to sharp and accusing in comparison.

"Well unlike you, I don't like lying and pretending, so yes, maybe I do think something about you and Adam, simply based on what I have seen, and nothing more."

Jeff let out a deep breath after he spoke, and waited for the onslaught from Brand. It had hurt a little bit to say it in the first place, because what he had told Brand was what he knew and how he thought about it, and how he understood things. If Brand couldn't handle that coming from the little kid that was Jeff, he probably wasn't worth it anyway.

Brand's face didn't seem extremely enthusiastic when Jeff dared to look at him again, but at least the dark gaze was there, and not pointing at the ceiling or the floor, but at Jeff, across the table. Jeff could see his teeth, clenched together between his lips that were slightly parted. His breath wavered out of his lungs, audibly, enough to make Jeff's ears flick.

"Well maybe THAT was just fucking your brother's fault for leaving his underwear out in the open!" Brand hissed.

Jeff snorted.

"Still it was you who grabbed it."

Brand dropped down to his hooves and stood there, legs spread around the barstool between this thighs, suddenly taller now and watching Jeff from an upwards angle, taking the more dominant posture and position. His hands clutched the edge of the counter, and he breathed out hard, now.

"Maybe I liked the smell!"

Jeff found himself in odd mimicry, as he scurried to his own hooves and stood on the other side of the table, his ears and tail flicking rapidly, and his heart was exploding again, bursting energy and nerves through his system as he glared back at the pony in front of him.

"Sure you love the smell of BALLS ass much as I do!" he grunted. "Hot, unwashed, sweaty sheath packed in that really tight jock..."

Brand neighed.

"You fag!"

"No, you, for stealing my brother's jock and jerking off with it!" Jeff snorted. "That's fucking wrong!"

Brand leaned over the table, suddenly, aggressively, so that their faces were only a foot away from one another.

"Blame your brother for smelling sexy!"

Jeff kept his ground, even if he almost felt like he was going to piss his pants at any moment from all the nervous energy in him.

"I blame YOU for getting horny from it and then acting on it!"

Brand growled and bared his teeth.

"I WAS HORNY AND HADN'T JERKED OFF ALL DAY BECAUSE I SLEPT TOO LATE IN THE MORNING!" his voice rose to be all too loud, and he practically sprayed Jeff's face with his spittle as he yelled.

"SO YOU DID IT IN ADAM'S BED!" Jeff's voice almost broke from the volume he was putting behind it, and it left him feel breathless.

"HELL YEAH!"

"HA!"

"AND IT WAS GOOD!"

"IT WAS GOOD FOR ME TOO WHEN I JERKED OFF TO THINKING ABOUT IT TOO BRAND!"

Jeff felt like he'd been slapped in the face when he realized what he had just said. His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, and he felt himself deflate, oddly, and collapse down to the stool, out of breath. Brand stood there still, visibly shaking from the contained energy in him, all of his muscles tense, holding up that tense pose. Even his jaw was shaking so much that his teeth practically clattered to one another as he panted and stared at the younger pony in front of him. His eyes were open wide, his breaths steamed, his ears were flat and that gaze could have broken glass.

Jeff was sure that he was going to get punched now. It was inevitable. He might as well turn the other cheek as well, and be ready for it, he'd probably deserve it after accidentally revealing to Brand that he had been lusting after the pony all this time. He probably knew it already, anyway, but didn't want to think about such a perverted scenario. Now it'd be the time for Jeff's reckoning. That'd probably serve him well.

"You heard me right, Brand" Jeff snorted, when the silence felt too much to handle.

The pony grunted and chuffed loudly.

"Shit..."

"Yeah," Jeff snorted. "Bet you don't have to wonder why I came over to you that time with the picture, Brand...what I was thinking then."

There.

All out now.

He'd only deserve one beating now, now that he'd told everything in one go. Let Brand hear it all now that everything was torn out in the open and spoken aloud. Brand had confessed to his misdeed, so why wouldn't Jeff get rid of his own weight, too, and be better off with it? Maybe it'd cost him a bruised eye socket and a broken tooth, but at least he'd said it. Pretending sucked.

"Fucking hell, man!" Brand exclaimed.

"Yeah, maybe it was your jock I would've wanted to smell, Brand," Jeff added insult to the injury.

The older pony stood there, motionless, staring at the seated boy, still breathing harshly, his ears flicking rapidly. His hands were pressed against his sides as fists, and that only made him look more bulky and dangerous in Jeff's eyes.

Then he was on the move, and Jeff didn't have any time to do anything about it, before Brand grabbed his arm, and stood there, now hovering over him, right next to him, watching him with intense eyes. Jeff felt that familiar twinge of fear, and that grip over his arm almost hurt, when he tried to yank his arm away.

"Let me go, Brand!"

"Nope," Brand snorted.

"Let me go!" Jeff tried to tug his arm away again, but the pony's hold was too strong for him, way too strong.

Jeff's eyes widened when he watched how Brand pushed his free hand into his pants, right past the buckle of his jeans and over the mound in the front.

"Gonna give you what you want, Jeff," the pony grunted harshly, his hand moving up and down inside his pants for a few seconds before he pulled it out and held it up to Jeff's face level, less than a foot beyond him.

The strong musk hit Jeff's nose even if he didn't have it pressed against his muzzle, and he could feel his cock grow hard instantly from the confirmed Brand ball musk contained in that flat palm hovering right in front of him. His belly felt so weird that he was sure he might throw up at any moment, and he stared at that brown hand, and then up to Brand, who breathed harshly, and bared his teeth.

"Make your decision, kiddo," Brand growled.

Jeff grabbed the pony's musky hand and pressed it over his nose and maw and breathed in pure Brand, almost straight from the source. It was almost like he had imagined, familiar, because he certainly knew what his own balls smelled like, but Brand was stronger, different, and most of all, wildly simply better. There was a salty edge from sweat and simply so much hard musk that it made Jeff's own cock pulse madly inside his boxers from the sheer erotic power stored in that cocky cocktail coming off the bigger pony's huge balls. Jeff's breath made a sucking noise over Brand's palm as he took a deep whiff of it through his nose, wanting to savor all he could get, and his muzzle fell open, and he tried to taste the air as much as he smelled it, and there it was, that musk he had only imagined before, or smelled from the air around the pony as a small hint of just how strong it could grow over Brand's skin.

Brand chucked hoarsely.

"You like it, dude?" he snorted, still holding onto Jeff's arm with his other hand.

Jeff let out a breathy "yes!" and had no intention of removing his hand from Brand's, the source of that wonderful, sexy aroma.

The taller pony rumbled low in his throat and nickered.

"Good boy," he rubbed his palm over Jeff's face, putting some of his scent there. "Now you know what it smells like, Jeff."

"Oh yes..." Jeff breathed out, staring hungrily up to the pony of his dreams, now there...with him. "You smell...great..."

Brand chuckled deeply.

"And eager, too..."

"Fuck yeah!" Jeff husked against the now damp palm.

Brand gave the pony's arm a tug.

"Let's go to your room and see what you're made of, Jeff."

THE END

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