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The locker room was mostly empty as Grant picked his way through the hall and past the weight room. There weren't a lot of people that had lingered after the game, not when most of the players had been depressed by the defeat and all to ready to go somewhere to vent and eat. It had been the worst defeat their school had been subjected to in the last five years. The Titans had smashed into their defense and destroyed any hope that they'd be able to recover. It took them out of the play offs and, with the way Siber talked, possibly lost Richter the chance to become quarter back next year. It was a hard blow for everyone in the school and he was positive that the hardest was falling on his brother. He'd seen the big colt storm past most of his team mates with his head tilted down so that his forelock hide his eyes.

Grant felt a moment of guilt that he wasn't running to Siber who seemed just as upset, but Richter was his brother. Siber had punched a locker and loudly announced that he was going out to eat and possibly down to race four wheelers out past the woods to work off the stress. The pale eyes had sought the lion out suggestively, but he'd shrugged it off. He'd never really liked riding four wheelers and getting filthy and he knew that Richter wasn't going to just head out and forget about it. The last few weeks he'd been acting more and more moody and angry. Something was wrong and Roan had commented several times that he thought the colt should spend more time out of the house rather than mooning about and sighing. If Roan noticed something was wrong, then it was likely something big. Not even Kierlan knew what was up, his other brother was entirely quiet on the matter.

"Damnit, Richter, why can't you just talk to me." He muttered under his breath as he pushed through the weight room doors and moved to the side to let the last few players past him.

No matter how tall he was for a lion or how much muscle he put on he always felt small when compared to the football team. They largely ran to the heavier bodied bulls and horses with a smattering of faster canines and felines, but they all seemed cut from the same mold. He watched anxiously for any sight of Richter in the small group that left and sighed as he didn't spot him. That probably meant the colt was hitting the showers unlike his team mates and that probably meant that he was feeling worse than Grant assumed. If he had at least been perked up enough he would have headed out with his friends to try and forget the stinging defeat.

Sure enough as soon as the lion padded into the locker room he heard the showers running and not a voice to be heard. He glanced around the room to see that it was deserted. The lockers had mostly been left hanging open and towels thrown around. He could see several uniforms cast to one side and thrown into bundles. It was a mess and that said a lot about how the entire team had felt. The pale lion moved his hands to brush through his dark red mane and gave his head a shake before gripping the edge of his shirt. He really didn't want to get his mane soaked, but it wasn't as if Richter were going to come out of there any time soon. He'd probably sulk in the shower until he was a prune unless someone went to get him.

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Richter was a failure. He had finally had the chance and he had blown it all. The colt leaned his head against the wall and stifled the urge to start crying. He hadn't cried in years, but at the moment all he wanted to do was sob his frustration and anger out. The game had been going so well at first and he'd finally been allowed to step up as quarter back in the second half because the senior, Luther, had been sacked hard enough to scramble his head. It was supposed to be his shining moment. When he'd been called up he had arched his neck and swelled his chest out. Everyone knew he was in the running to be quarter back next year and this was his chance to show just how much potential he had. It was supposed to be his moment of glory where he won the game and made a name for himself. That was, it was supposed to be his moment until the other team had destroyed them.

He didn't know what he'd done wrong, but even the coach's plays had failed as they had struggled to hold their own. It was the worst defeat he had ever experienced and it was made worse by the fact he was the one that had been set out as quarter back. He'd been sacked several times and had even missed out on a fumble that should have been easy. It wasn't just the fact he'd never be made quarter back next year, but the fact he was going to be the laughing stock of the school. He hadn't even lifted his head up high enough to look at his team mates as he had stormed into the locker room. He'd heard them whispering though. He could only imagine what they'd be saying in school Monday. They'd probably be laughing at his half assed throws. Why had he sucked? Why hadn't he just been more decisive or realized what the other team had been about to do?

He pushed his head further beneath the cold water and shivered at the trickles that ran down along the curve of his spine. It was too cold to be comfortable, but at the moment he didn't care. It seemed that everything in his life was falling apart. Grant was already getting ready to sit his SATs, Kaerlan was looking at a few colleges in one of the bigger towns for his art and here he was with nothing. He'd been half counting on a scholarship into the state university so he could play football in one of the big ten schools. With this miserable game under his belt he doubted they'd glance at him. It wasn't like the coach would let him be quarterback next year anyway. He'd be lucky if he even was allowed back on the team! The worst defeat in years and it had been his fault. All his fault. He flattened his ears down and tried to stop any tears from forming.

"You're going to turn into a prune if you keep this up." The voice was light with amusement, but beneath it was sympathy. It was familiar sympathy that made him jerk his head back from the water stream and twist his head to the side.

Grant wrinkled his nose slightly as the pale lion got hit with some of the excess water so that it trickled along his bare chest. He'd somehow padded into the stall without any noise. "Yeah? Well that'd be something to talk about other then my fuck up." Richter growled out the words and stood back from the cold stream.

"You didn't fuck up!" Grant's eyes widened and he leaned back against the tiled stall wall. "God, Richter, you aren't at fault at all. Did you see those guys? They'd had this planned! I bet tomorrow the coach will tell all of you exactly what happened and no one's going to blame you."

Richter shook his head and crossed his broad arms over his chest. "You don't get it. You've never been interested in foot ball. I should have-"

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"You should have talked to the coach and asked him what happened!" Grant inserted himself before Richter could start going on about his own short comings.

The lion watched the dark form shiver and drip water from along the curve of his chin. His eyes were cast down towards the ground as he looked completely miserable. There was little doubt about why he was shivering. The water was ice cold and even Grant felt the urge to shiver as the droplets continued to bounce up from where it hit the colt's chest and stomach. With a sigh he leaned forward and twisted the knob to heat it up without asking for permission. It seemed as if his brother had worked himself up into knots over what had happened. It broke his heart to see the colt so utterly miserable and he wanted nothing more than to stop that pain. He wished with all his heart that it was Kaerlan here. Their brother was always so much better at stuff like this.

"I'm never going to be quarter back next year." The colt leaned into the water and moved one broad hand up to push his mane back from his eyes. "There's no way they'll let me after this."

"Rich, you can't beat yourself up over this. Siber didn't say that he blamed you and I didn't hear anyone talking about you as they left." Grant stepped forward and gripped the broad shoulders to push his older brother more firmly beneath the warm water to heat him up.

"They wouldn't have said anything around you." The voice was thick with misery. "I can't believe I screwed up this badly. I can't tell Dad, he'll be so disappointed. He was bragging at the gym the other day that I was going to be quarter back."

"Roan isn't going to be disappointed in you because there's nothing to be disappointed about!" He made the words firm as he awkwardly patted one broad shoulder. "And I would have heard about it because Siber likes you a lot, even if you have been glaring daggers at him. He'd want me to know if there was something wrong and he'd want you to know before you heard it elsewhere."

He felt the muscles on the shoulder bunch up and harden in reaction to those words. Grant pretended he didn't feel it, but the reaction was interesting. He hadn't really believed his boyfriend when he'd spoken about how suspicious Richter was of him and how aggressive he behaved. In the last few weeks he'd watched the odd looks that were shot to them and the almost frown that lingered on the proud equine features when his boyfriend tried to get too touchy. What was it that made Richter upset? Did he have a crush on Siber? If so, why didn't he say something when the husky had been crushing on the colt? If his brother hadn't been so upset he would have given into the urge to ask what was wrong, but as it was he kept his lips sealed and just squeezed the broad shoulder firmly again.

"It doesn't feel like that." The muffled response came to him before the red maned head ducked beneath the water and Grant gave the shoulder sympathetic pat.

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As annoyed as he could get at Grant at times and how much they often butted heads, the comfort from his brother made Richter relax slightly. The water flowed down his mane and over his nose to chase away the chill from the cold water he had been enjoying. It was just a welcome as the firm grip on his shoulder and the comforting words. Even if he didn't quite believe the lion, he could at least take some haven in the fact that he wasn't blamed from this quarter. It didn't take away from his worries about what would happen in the future. He'd still have to face the rest of the school on Monday and his coach and Roan, who would undoubtedly ask all about the game and demand details about everything that had happened. He winced at that inevitable conversation.

"Well it doesn't feel like it now, but I bet after you're clean and dressed you'll feel better." Grant's paw left his shoulder and gave him a playful shove. "Instead of just smelling like wet horse."

"Heh, well at least I don't smell like wet cat." He straightened up and gave Grant a push back as he shook his mane out of his eyes. "Thanks, Grant. . . you should have just gone off with Siber. He's probably feeling like crap too."

"Eh, he's off four wheeling and I hate getting dirty." Grant smiled and slipped his arm around his waist to give him a one armed hug. "Besides, you looked really upset. Not like I'm going to go riding around on a death trap while you're upset."

Richter sighed out softly and slipped his broad arm around his brother and gave him a firm squeeze. He turned slightly to change the one armed hug into a real one so that the partially damp mane tickled his nose. Sometimes he felt strangely jealous of Siber, the husky took so much time from his brother and he'd started to miss the constant companionship of the serious sibling. The fact Grant had come here rather than dismissing him and going off with Siber made him warm inside as he hugged the pale form tightly. He heard the soft rasping chuckle change into a soft purr as the paws wrapped around his own back and gave him a squeeze. He tilted his broad muzzle down and meant to give Grant a teasing bump on the ears when the pale muzzle moved up and their lips touched.

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Grant lifted his head up to offer a playful comment to his brother just as that broad muzzle dropped down to press against his own. The touch was gentle, but the moment their lips brushed against each other it felt almost electric. He meant to pull backwards and make a teasing comment about being too old for brotherly kisses, but he couldn't. The broad equine lips pressed up against his own and were soft and velvety to the touch. The soft sweet scent of equine filled his muzzle while he moved his hands to hold right against the small of the back. The fingers stroked against the damp fur as the soft kiss became a bit more firm and Richter lowered his head and tilted it to one side. The lips teased enough that he instinctively slipped his tongue out to lightly run it right along the lower edge. He kept the touch light and swift as Richter's bass rumble echoed in his ears.

The powerful fingers gripped against the small of his back and pulled him forward until he could feel his own muscled chest press against the broader one of his brother. The arms wrapped around his back until he felt every warm wet inch rubbing against his chest and parts lower down. He wasn't thinking about it being his brother, he wasn't even thinking about Siber, his mind was locked on the uniquely soft touch of a horse's lips on his own. The soft tongue flickered out to playfully brush against his tongue tip and he spread his lips invitingly. His tail lashed back and forth sending a spray of water against the walls as the hands on his back slid downwards.

They brushed right against the apex of his rump when he became aware of two facts that slightly cleared his mind. A heavy sheath was pushed up against his stomach and it was starting to shift until he could feel something warm and heavy slipping out from the tip of the sheath to brush against his fur. And his own sheath was being forced down as he felt himself reacting to the warm and curiously tender touches of his brother. He pulled his lips back with a muffled sound that came out strangely with the vibrating rumble of his purr and felt himself flush beneath his pale fur. The heat ran all the way up to his ears as he glanced up at the startled face of his sibling and his normally glib tongue tried to find some sort of response.

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The smell of soap on the air, the pelting of the water against his hide and the taste of Grant's lips on his tongue forcefully reminded him of a half forgotten fantasy. The sensation of the pale form pressed against him and the chest just against his own made him flare his nostrils as he stared down at the intense pale eyes. The watched the flush creep up beneath the pale fur and all the way towards the rounded ears. His heart continued to hammer against his chest as he couldn't make his eyes slid away or move his hands. The feel of the damp fur against the pads of his fingers and palm of his hand as it shifted over the muscles made his body respond forcefully to the half dreamt of fantasy he had once entertained.

"Rich-" Grant spoke with a slight hitch in his voice as his hands relaxed. Richter responded without thinking.

He lowered his head to catch the lips again, but this time he didn't allow the hesitation to stop him as he drew Grant into a slow kiss. His chest rumbled slightly as he felt the hands moving up to grip either side of his hips, but didn't push him away. The sensory memories that he had experienced while thinking of his brother rushed back. The fact that the lion didn't try to pull away from him or tell him to stop made him feel a surge of elation. Instead the lips parted again so that he could run his tongue right along the edge of his brother's lips and muzzle. The gentle touch teased as his hands slipped up and behind the curve of the back. He gently gave a squeeze to pull Grant in a bit closer so that he could feel the edges of the mane press against his chest. The drops of water that hit against their side as he savored the taste of his siblings kiss.

After a few moments he felt the brush of the lion's tongue against his own. It was hesitant at first, but it teased along the edge of his own and invited him to deepen the kiss. He let his tongue flicker inwards to brush against the slightly rough sensitive one while his fingers moved up to slip along either side of Grant's back. His body started to react as he felt the damp belly fur brush against his front and the heavy pouch of his sheath started to thicken and stir. It was such an immediate response that he didn't even try to control it as the thickness of his tip started to push outwards and part the opening of sheath wider and wider. The air started to mingle the slightly headier mixture of his growing arousal as his shaft started to drop and inch its way downwards to tease against the soft pale fur. His breath came out in a slight shuddering rush.

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Grant wasn't sure why he didn't pull away. His broad paws moved up to rest flat against the dark chest as Richter's lips started to become more demanding. They teased each other and worked in slow deliberate movements as the large soft tongue slipped out and between his lips. He tilted his head to one side as he started to tease with his own tongue. He brushed over his brother's lips and flicked a bit inwards as his tail lashed back and forth. The tufted tip sent sprays of water back and forth as the broad equine arms wrapped around him and pulled him in close. He stifled a soft noise deep in his throat that hovered on the edge of a purr that vibrated his chest and he curled his fingers along Richter's upper chest and slipped them down to spread to either side of the hips and squeezed tightly. The heady scent of stallion teased the tip of his nose and mingled with the cleaner scent of soap that remained behind.

He became aware of the reaction his brother was having before he realized that he wasn't entirely unaffected either. The heavy pouch of Richter's sheath was pushed up tight against his lower stomach and for the first time he could feel it filling out. The flesh spread open wider and wider before something warm and smooth rubbed up against his stomach. He knew he should pull away. He hadn't meant for this to become anything more than helping smooth over the big colt's feelings, but it was too late. He shifted his hips and let out a soft noise as the dropping shaft spilled upwards and started to stiffen up. His breath caught in his throat and he rolled his hips upwards just enough that he could feel his own body reacting to the intimate touch of the colt. The feel of the cock thickening and engorging made him react in a similar way.

The pressure of his sheath started to grow as his barbed shaft started to slip free. The tip pushed outwards and rubbed along the edge of the dark cock that had started to thicken out to an impressive girth. His very tip rubbed outwards as it rose up against his stomach and he muffled a soft cry and pushed back into the hands gripping his back. The soft velvety lips that pushed against his own gave a demanding push that sent an electric thrill spilling down his spine. Without thinking about it he moved his paw down to wrap around the blunt equine glans that was bumping against his upper belly. He had to stretch his fingers wide to wrap around the impressive girth and Richter's reaction was immediate as the lips pulled away from his own and a groan spilled past the young stallion's lips. A hot slippery dollop of precum welled out and coated Grant's fingers as he rubbed along the tip and started to spread his touch downwards.

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Richter couldn't think about anything but the demands of his body and the welcome erotic touch of his half-sibling. His cock pulsed in reaction to the paw that reached down to wrap around his tip and it was all the colt could do to stop himself from thrusting immediately forward. The hot drops of precum drooled out and coated the fingers, which in turn spread the slippery stuff over his dark black flesh. He spread his lips to pant in shallow bursts while his cock finally hardened fully. It stiffened to the point that it was almost painful as the white-gold paw moved from his tip and slipped all the way down to the base. He lowered his dark head to nuzzle against the edges of the curved shoulder and parted his lips to give a firm nibbling all the way towards the neck.

He didn't even try to stop himself or think about it as he moved his hand down to wrap around his brother's dark red girth. He could feel the tapered tip bumping up against his stomach and he spread his fingers open to catch around it and held it against the palm of his hand. The big colt gave a gentle squeeze as he pulled downwards from the tip all the way down to the base. His fingers massaged as Grant drew in a sharp breath that came out in a shuddering cry as his hips rocked forwards. Richter shifted his hips forward until his own dark shaft rubbed right up alongside of his brothers. His own girth was far larger, but the tapered dark red tip rubbed over his eager flesh and made him shiver as he rocked his hips upwards. The hot drooling precum spilled down over the edges of Grant's paw and caught against the feline's while he arched his heavy neck and took a step forward to partially crowd his sibling.

The white-gold lion dropped back and finally was pushed up against the shower wall as the blunt muzzle gave a gentle nip against his shoulder. He worked his own velvety lips up along the neck as he muffled a moan and his tail flagged up slightly as the broad paw squeezed over his glans. Each touch was far more erotic then anything he'd ever experienced. His body hovering on that eager edge of orgasm as he kept his paw wrapped around the feline cock and his thumb rubbed in slow circles over the tapered tip. The dribbles of precum caught against his digit and he could feel the barbs raising up and then smoothing down under his touch. Grant's moan made him shudder and buck his hips up until his cock pushed right up along the underside of his sibling's chest. His mind was fogged with pure desire that was threatening to spill over and only one thought started to push itself to the surface.

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Grant squeezed his eyes shut after he felt Richter's hand close down around his cock. The hold squeezed tightly right along the very tip and rubbed over the most sensitive parts of his cock. His barbs were pulled and smoothed down again as he lashed his tail back and forth and tried to buck his hips forward faster. His own paw kept a tight hold on that thick girth and felt the pulses that ran along the equine cock each time he squeezed against it. The thick syrupy drops of precum clung to his fingers and he worked it over the shaft until it was slippery and smooth each time he started to pump up and down. He could even feel the rise of the medial ring when he pushed his paw downwards towards the base. The lower he went, the thicker the shaft grew until he couldn't close his fingers so that they touched each other.

He barely realized he was being pushed up against the tiled wall, all he knew was that he could feel the heavy cock rubbing up against his own. The tip drooled out a splash of precum that drooled down over his own cock. The edges of his barbs were pulled up as Richter's broad paw pulled up and squeezed right beneath his glans. He let out a muffled cry and bucked his hips forward so that his balls nearly bumped up against the larger dark balls. His breath came out faster as he flattened his ears down against the sides of his head. His whiskers tickled out against the neck as one of the broad black hands moved down to slip against the curve of his thigh. The pull made him almost lift up from the ground as he squirmed back and forth in reaction as the broad head pulled backwards from his mane.

He found himself staring into Richter's eyes as the colt pulled his leg a bit more firmly and his foot paw lifted from the ground. The hold guided it around the curve of the broad muscled thigh. The heavy dark orbs bumped against his paler ones while he let out a hissing breath. His cock pulsed as the equine girth pulled downwards against his own and the weight of his larger brother pushed him upwards onto the edge of the tiled wall. The wall braced his back as he realized that Richter was forcing him up into a position had nothing to do with just using their paws on each other. He widened his eyes slightly as the soft velvety muzzle brushed up against his own lightly.

"Say yes..." The baritone voice rumbled as his muscled leg was pulled just around the curve of the hip.

Grant swallowed and felt his tongue go dry. He couldn't quite make his mind function through the haze of desire. There was only one answer it could produce. "Yes...."