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arukou“Peggy, you mind if I show your friend around the horses?”
Peggy’s grin grows even wider and she winks and Steve blushes furiously. “Of course, Tony. Show him around all you want.”
She gives Steve a hard shove and off they go and then Steve’s really in trouble because now he has to pretend he has no idea what he’s doing around horses and he’s not sure he can fake it, but as it turns out, it’s been a long ass time since he sat in an English saddle and it’s the worst. He just wants to stand up in the stirrups the way he does for racing, and that sends him tumbling and Tony has a tiny heart-attack because the cute clueless blond just took a tumble at a plain walk.
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
Steve is more than okay. Steve is challenged. So he shoves Tony off and leaps right back up in that saddle, and now that he knows better, he changes his carriage and it’s not great, he can tell, but the horse suddenly realizes that he’s seating a rider who knows what he’s doing. Tony starts freaking out when Steve snatches the lead rein away and then sets off at a respectable trot that graduates into a canter. By the time Steve circles back around to Tony he’s adjusted his posture to get a smoother ride and he’s looking pretty proud of himself. Then he sees Tony’s face.
“I’m guessing you know the difference between English and Western riding after all.”
“Maybe a little,” Steve confesses, blushing fiercely and feeling a bit cowed.
“So what do you ride?”
“Neither. I’m a jockey.”
Tony’s skeptical irritation smooths away and he says, “That explains so much.”
“My horse’s name really is Rembrandt. You want to meet him? I’d let you ride him.”
“Is he here?”
“No, he’s back at my place.”
Tony squints at Steve for a long moment and then says, “Is Rembrandt your penis, because that sounded like a come on.”
Peggy, who’s just wandered over, just about dies laughing.
