(Watching the night sky)





Prism: How ironic it seems yesterday we were rivals but now we're good friends. Life can be strange sometimes.





Hot Head: Yeah, I know but why are we the only ones here?





Prism: I tried to bring along some of the gang but apparently they were all too busy *sigh* at least you were available.





Hot Head: But I was the last one you asked to go with you.





Prism: Well we're not that "good" friends yet.





Hot Head: Jerk.

(Sees Hot Head shivering a bit)







Prism: You ok?





Hot Head: Just the cold air, I will be alright.

(Prism scoots over to Hot Head until his body makes contact with his. Hot Head quickly looks at Prism with wide eyes and started to blush a bit)







Hot Head: Prism what are yo-





Prism: what there's nothing wrong with two stallions getting close besides my body will keep you warm.





Hot Head: I...ok.

(Hot Head resumes watching the sky but he felt something warm on his back. He turned and saw it was Prism's wing. He then looked at Prism who has a static face. Hot Head's face began to fluster)







Hot Head: What are you doing?





Prism: Hmm?





Hot Head: Your wing is on my back.





Prism: So?





Hot Head: aren't stallions supposed to do that to a mare.





Prism: There's a reason this is called a wing blanket and blankets are universal for everypony.





Hot Head: but not if it's attached to you!

(Prism ignored Hot Head's last comment and resumed watching the sky. Hot Head then tried to ignore Prism and focus on the sky but his face is still flustered and to make it worse he started to think about how strong Prism's wings were. As Hot Head was thinking about Prism's wings. His chest started to fuzz up and became visible. Prism turned from the sky to Hot Head's now fluffy hair on his chest. He looked at it for bit then he moves his right hoof and started to caress it. Hot Head suddenly became frozen and looked at Prism caressing his fur before Hot Head could say something Prism spoke)







Prism: hmm fuzzy,soft and fluffy, it makes me wonder how a tough guy like you has very soft coat? Unlike mine which is rough and hard.





Hot Head: 0///0





Prism: There's nothing wrong with having a soft coat. But it's feels...amazing to touch...addicting even. Plus the color of your coat it's red like blood which something fearsome and intimidating.

(Hot Head felt his heart beating at a rapid pace at Prism's words it didn't helped that Prism was acting mature about it unlike the other times on how he acts at such things. Prism then started to move his hoof towards the right side of Hot Head's chest. Hot Head then used his bandaged foreleg to push off Prism's hoof away.)







Prism: There's nothing wrong with admiring another stallion's body features, oh by the way just to be fair what's one thing that makes me stand out from the rest of the stallions.





Hot Head: 0///0 um ur your...eyes





Prism: Go on.





Hot Head: Your eyes are green comparing to my blue ones. Yes, blue is fine but it's the same color as the ocean and it's very common for everypony to see but your green ones in the otherhoof are sparkling and shining no matter it's day or night like an emerald which something not everypony gets to see. In simple words: they are awesome and very...addicting to look at.

(With that said he looked away in embarrassment admitting the stallion who many years had a bitter rivalry with that he has pretty eyes something you don't say especially to your FORMER rival. But he then felt something nibbling his right ear. Hot Head (to his regret) let out a soft moan. Prism was nibbling his ear with care despite his strong teeth. Hot Head felt his wings starting to rise from the sensation but with his will power quickly restraining them back into place. Between Prism wrapping a wing on him,caressing his coat,and now nibbling his ear. He starting to think that he's doing these things on purpose because he...liked him? No no no Hot Head refused to believe Prism liked him with him being a stallion and most of all being his previously long rival. But the sensation ended instead replaced with warm breaths from his mouth. Before he could speak he felt Prism's hoof on his chest at first thinking he was caressing it again but quickly realized that it was on his right side of his chest. Prism is now feeling Hot Head's heart beats before Hot Head could saying anything in his defense he felt Prism's wing hugging him tight. With that Prism spoke in soft whisper)







Prism: Oh Hot Head you don't have to hide your feelings from me.





Hot Head: 0///0 wha...wha...are you talk-





Prism: Oh look at you, did anypony told you that you're cute when embarrassed like this.





Hot Head: I...I...please...stahp...





Prism: ....(laughs) stahp how adorable.





Hot Head: (in a soft whisper)If this is joke you got me dude please stahp.





Prism: eenope

(Prism then grabbed Hot Head's bandaged foreleg and studied it more closely. Hot Head looked at Prism, wondering on what he's planning now.)







Prism: You know I was always jealous of this foreleg not because how tough it is and how it shows your work for it but I don't get to this on it.

(To Hot Head's surprise. Prism leaned his head on it and kissed the bandage. Hot Head seeing this let out a gasp. Prism then moved his head away from moved it towards Hot Head's face until their noses touched each other)







Hot Head: Prism, I-





Prism: (in a sweet and soft tone) That's Prizy to you.





Hot Head: Priz...why?





Prism: You could say that I opened the book, read it and liked it.





Hot Head: (nervous)Well...since this is happening you could say that I looked at the other side of the....spectrum

(Prism smiled at that pun)







Prism: Close your eyes.





Hot Head: What?





Prism: Close your eyes.





Hot Head: I...you...we....i....can't.....ok

(Hot Head closed his eyes. He felt another set of lips on his. By instinct he opened his alittle and soon felt something on his tongue. Hot Head started to move his tongue and soon felt Prism's tongue moving along with it. Hot Head shivered from the nice sensation.This lasted for a minute before finally Prism's lips departed. Hot Head opened his eyes and saw Prism there, smiling at him with a light blush)







Hot Head: That...that...was...





Prism: Awesome,cool or 20% more cooler than you thought it was?





Hot Head: No, that was....my first

(Prism was taken aback by this. He took Hothead's first kiss. Prism thought he got kissed by mares before him)







Prism: Did you like it?





Hot Head: Yes, did you?





Prism: Yes, that was pretty awesome,by the way Who's gonna be the mare?

(Hot Head didn't expected that but before he could answer he felt a soft brush against his left flank. This caused a "eep" to come out of his mouth. Prism smirked at him not hiding that he and his tail were the culprits. Hot Head pouted and looked away from him)







Hot Head: You're a horrible jerk.





Prism: (smirking)but that's how you love me,right?

(Hot Head sighed and turn his head back to Prism, his head is now pressed upward, the back of it resting against Prism's throat. Prism in return rested his jaw on his head. Both of them enjoying each others company and finally rested on the ground still stuck in their position)



Hot Head: I love you Prizy.





Prism: I love you too...Hottie.

(Hot Head smiled as he rested enjoying his new coltfriend's warmth. Prism resting too...while wishing this moment to never end. Little did they know that they were being watched by certain purple coated mare who has her eyes sparkling with delight at the scene and has a nose bleed from their previous interaction all while she bit her lip)







Whirlwind: So hot and romantic.

(Then a filly with brown spots on her white coat stood up next Whirlwind and looked at the scene. Thinking about it made one thought come into her head)







Api: (thinking) I SHIP IT!!!!

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me:.....why did I wrote this?