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Here's an interesting thought for 3 in the

morning. Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean 'sleeping together'. How

did that phrase even come about anyway?I sigh and wriggle a little under the

cotton fabric of his duvet, topped with a zebra striped blanket...he thought it

was cute...so do I. I'm here, in my boyfriends bed just for a couple weeks until

the new academic year starts and I can move back into my halls and sure that

means we're sleeping together (he has the limited space issue) but we haven't

slept together in the sense that everyone uses. I've had people ask and sure

the first couple nights it was a bit difficult to cope with the uhh...excitement...but

we didn't do it. Why? Because I love him and love is an emotional thing, not a

physical. OK granted hormones and signalling molecules have a part to play but

how do we express physical love between couples? By inserting varying parts of

anatomy (or replicas perhaps) in other parts of anatomy and mashing the hell

out of each other, even if you take it slow it's still pretty painful for a gay

couple specially if one partner happens to be the larger of the pair. So how on

Terra does that express feelings of affection?I look over at him snoozing away in there

with a dumb little smile on his muzzle...he looks so goofy, but I love that about

him. My big, silly goofball of flesh and fur. How the hell would slamming my

big ol' equine dick into his tight little butt express what my heart feels when

I meet his eyes? It can't. All that huffing and puffing and grunting and

moaning that'd come with it, I don't understand...though the thought is

attractive and my sheath agrees, swelling slightly like a hopeful little puppy

bearing its eyes at me."Not today amigo." I mutter, but it doesn't

listen so I huff and decide to go grab a glass of cold water. I do sleep nude

yes, it's more comfy and I learned the other week in reproduction lectures that

insulated heat of underwear can affect sperm quality. Not that it'd matter to

either of us, but I just like being reassured. Sliding off the sheets I swivel

out, plop my hooves onto the thin carpet of his room and stand up, heading for

the door. I pause and look back as he turns slightly, ear flicking as he 'mmmfs'.

Even though he's asleep I swear he knows I've left. I can feel it and I'm

pretty sure he can too. He's got a small flat so I haven't got to go far to get

into the kitchen and open it up, grabbing my filtered water bottle dotted with

the fine layer of water that all refrigerated bottles seem to get. I lean on

the counter, pop the top and squeeze the bottle a little so the cool, crisp

water flows down my throat. It feels pretty good, it's really warm in this

building all the time. The bottle makes funny squelchy hissing noises as the

air flows back in through the filter.I'm no longer sleeping with him...but then

was I to start with? I am awake at 03:11 AM as the cooker so politely reminds

me so definitely not asleep, we didn't have sex but the room still has that

mixed scent of the two of us almost as if we had been at it. I wonder what the

neighbours would think. Smirking in the darkness I take another sip from the

bottle and giggle, they'd probably enjoy hearing it. Fortunately the cool water

has distracted my homeostatic mechanisms enough to withdraw blood from my

sheath, mission accomplished. Quietly I open up the fridge again and put the

bottle back, standing thinking for a sec before my ears swivel at slight

padding of footsteps behind me."So you are awake." I offer, looking back

over my shoulder to be framed by the incandescent light of the fridge."Yeah...I heard you leave, thought I'd join

you, it's way too stuffy in here." He replies and slowly pads over, wrapping

himself onto me."Mind if I have some before you put it

back?" He asks, leaning his muzzle over my shoulder and peering into the fridge

as if expecting to see Zuul in there. Normally I'd be almost OCD about sharing

my bottle, but it's not like I haven't ingested his saliva before and concluded

it's safe."Sure, it's pretty cold so watch for brain

freeze, last thing you want is a headache.""Already got one from looking at those

stripes of yours.""Bitch please I'm fabulous." We both giggle

and I offer the bottle to him, listening to the gulps as it goes down into him

too."What were you thinking about anyway? I

know you pause in the middle of stuff when something's on your mind." Ah, he

knows me too well."Just us being together like this...do we

class it as sleeping together or what?" I shuffle back and he moves with me,

turning off to the side and I look over his nude silhouette in the dim light

that comes in from outside."I guess so, I'd prefer to term it resting

together though since the general assumption is that we'd be fucking like

rabbits if it was 'sleeping'. You don't regret not doing anything before you

head off tomorrow?""Nah, how can I regret not doing something

I have no experience of?" Yes, I'm a zebra, an equine and I'm a virgin.

Amazing, sorry to burst your stereotype bubble but I have self-control, I'm

locked down tighter than Windows Vista."Very true...coming back to bed then?" He

asks, leaning over and smooching my cheek which promptly flushes with blood in

the capillaries...but he won't see that."Yeah." Shutting the fridge we both wander

back, him taking the lead. Sure I look his body over, but I'm not staring at

his ass all the time, the brain that forms him is in his upward head, not the

downward one. He climbs back in and I do the same, promptly spooning up to him

with a sigh of comfort. I'm warm but cool enough to sleep, hugging onto the

multicellular organism I love so dearly."You sure?" He murmurs, ear flicking lazily

at my muzzle as it takes me a couple minutes to realise he means the question

he posed before about 'us'. He's drifting off and I am too."I'm sure...and I wouldn't have it any other

way."