A Short Little Fic
By The Disappearing Woolhat
As the music died down, Micky smiled. They had just started to record some of their songs, and it was
sounding great. He shifted position, holding tight to the pillow in his lap, covering the bulge in his pants
that had been growing during the song.
"Sounds groovy, Mike," he said, giving him a silly grin. Mike nodded, index finger tapping chin, eyes
staring off into nowhere.
"I don't know. I don't know if the last line was good enough."
"Oh believe me," Micky said, desperately wishing his arousal wasn't so agonizing. "That last line
was...golden."
Mike finally looked at him, a rare smile cracking his stone facade. "You think? Really?" He walked
towards the drummer and sat on the couch arm.
"Oh yes. Very good. It's very...well…"
"Good?"
"Yes, but it's also kinda...sensual, you could say."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Sensual? How...how is it sensual?"
Micky was silent. He hated explaining these things. He always felt embarrassed at his words.
"I'm waiting, Micky," Mike drawled. He leaned over slowly. "How...is....it...” He hovered his mouth near
Micky's ear, letting the other shiver with the anticipation, and finally, a whisper, "...sensual."
Micky felt a twinge of excitement. He knew Mike wanted to hear his answer, but he was afraid of what
would happen.
"Well, it's that thing you do...with your -ing's. It's hard to describe, but it gives me goose bumps."
Mike stood and sauntered around to sit next to Micky and slowly turned the other's face towards his. Deep penetrating eyes met laughing ones.
"I wish you could describe it to me, but seeing you can't - does it sound like this?" Mike closed his eyes and brought Micky's hand to his chest. He cocked his head slightly to the side, his mouth gaping open
and started to breath in shorter breaths, letting soft ah's escape his lips, licking them from time to time.
Micky could feel himself harden at the act. Lord, he felt like he could come in his pants just from the
sound.
Mike opened his eyes again, and slowly leaned forward, pulling the pillow out of Micky's grasp,
revealing everything.
"Just as I expected," he said softly, before placing his lips gently against Micky's. He found only
acceptance and he pulled his body on top of the others, grinding their hips together in an agonizing
fashion. Micky was the first to break the kiss.
"Mike, no."
"No?"
Micky looked at him pleadingly. "Not in the recording room. What if someone comes in?"
Mike smiled darkly. "No one can come in when I've locked the door and pilfered all the keys."
The Texans efforts were rewarded with a smile. Micky then began to undress him, taking his time,
moving over the buttons, and finally pushing the fabric back. He pressed his lips against Mike's chest,
licking and sucking the pale flesh. Mike groaned deeply. Micky switched their positions and straddled
Mike, stretching up to pull off his turtleneck. He noted how beautiful his tanned flesh looked against
Mike. So different, but so complimentary. He tugged off Mike's jeans, then his own and settled down, flesh to flesh. Slowly kissing his way down, he reached and grabbed Mike's erection, rejoicing in the sound he had wanted to hear. He waited no longer to take all of Mike into his mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling up and down the length, letting his teeth grate gently over the tip. He cupped Mike's balls in his hand, massaging slowly. Mike twined his fingers through the dark curly locks, letting his head fall back against the armrest. He knew Micky would be bringing him ecstasy more than once today...
<<<>>>
Mike splashed the cool water onto his face and looked up into the mirror seeing, Micky in the
reflection.
"Hey Babe."
Micky gave him a secretive smile. "Hey."
"You ready to go record some more songs with Pete and Davy?" Mike turned to face him and drew the
drummer into an embrace.
"Yeah. They were pretty mad at us for locking the door on them...hah."
Mike nodded. "I want to hear you sing Saturday's Child."
"Why?"
"Because...you sound so sensual." He said giving him a sweet kiss.
They laughed and left the bathroom, heading towards the recording room. As they entered the room they saw Peter and Davy sitting with the producer with strange looks on their faces.
"What is it, guys," Micky asked sitting down. Then his ears caught what they were listening to.
"Ahhhh...ohhhh..."
Davy eyed them. “ Um, guys, just what is this?"
Mike's eyes widened. "What? I mean, where did you get this?"
“We just rewound some and hit play," Peter said. "Were you guys sampling some sort of...new sound?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah we were...practicing." Micky licked his lips nervously. Davy relaxed a bit and Peter leaned forward.
"I could dig it," he said. Mike sent Micky a nervous glance. This needed to be gotten rid of, and
quickly.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me."
Peter sat up quickly with furrowed brows. It was a pretty soft recording. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Mike said quickly. "Let's go record some more songs and…"
"No wait," Davy leaned over and turned up the volume. Micky hung his head. He remembered what was next...oh, Lord no.
"Fuck me, Mike, fuck me like an animal!"
Davy froze, the obscene and accidental recording playing on. Peter eyed Mike and Micky. The Texan was leaning against the wall, shifting his jaw nervously, and Micky was still sitting, defeated.
"Well," said Peter. "Um, shall we go record some more songs?"
Micky stood and retreated into the room with Peter following. Mike followed slowly, leaving a still very
stunned Davy to hit stop.
The Brit finally gathered his wits and stepped into the room, astounded that the others could just sit
down, and strap on the guitars like they hadn't just heard what they heard.
"Are you blokes daft? What's going on 'ere?"
The two lovers stayed silent. Peter finally broke the uncomfortable pause.
"Hidden track?” He said, cracking a smile. "We'll call it...animal sounds."
Mike and Micky tried to muffle their giggles as Davy grabbed his tambourine and went to his place in a
huff.
"Animal sounds." He scoffed. "Bah!"
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