Ficlet: My Horse Prince
Phil couldn’t stop giggling. For some reason, the upload was taking forever, and every time Phil quieted and Dan thought he was done, Phil would burst into a fresh set of giggles.
“You do realize,” Phil wheezed between giggling fits, “that we just recorded a 14-minute video of us roleplaying falling in love, right? For our subscribers?”
“Mate, you’re a horse,” Dan replied distractedly, eyes watching the screen.
“A meaty, steamy horse,” Phil agreed, then started giggling again. “And you’re so boy crazy that you’ll go for anything with a pretty face. Even if it comes with hooves.”
Dan rolled his eyes and swiveled his chair around. He pulled Phil down onto his lap and kissed him to shut him up. “What’s a little bestiality between friends?” he quipped.
Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s neck and kissed him back, pressing close. “You don’t think roleplaying a dating simulator is a little much?”
Dan glanced at the screen and saw that the upload had finished. “I should tweet this,” he said distractedly.
Phil pouted, sticking his bottom lip out. “Is my face not pretty enough to distract you? Or is it that I don’t have hooves?”
Dan grinned and forgot about the computer screen. He leaned in for a deeper kiss, stroking his hands down to squeeze Phil’s biceps. “You have the prettiest of pretty faces. And you’re certainly meaty and steamy where it counts,” he said with a teasing leer, then shrugged dismissively. “I’ve never been much of a hoof guy.”
Phil laughed and pulled away to stand up. “Go ahead and tweet it. I’ll retweet and then we can go play horse and jockey.” He broke into another uncontrollable set of giggles.
Dan shook his head in amusement. “It’s a post-baking universe.”