Monday morning, back to work.  Today they were filming the music segments for the show.  Micky would be singing all the songs today, which meant a lot of work for him - if only Davy could hold a tune.

Many things had changed since the last season: no more hiding behind those drums - that was Davy's job now, and Micky still couldn't get used to all that long, curly hair which only seemed to make him sweat more. The new look delighted Mike to no end and he was thrilled that he could now watch every move Micky made with the best seat in the house for admiring the lovely view of that tight little ass swaying to the beat and giving Mike fodder for his dirty imagination.

Micky wasn't as happy about that, Mike was making him nervous.  He could feel Mike's stare burning into his back, watching every move he made, like laser beams cutting through those damn dark glasses he wore and magically undressing him.  Those dark glasses were new too.  Why would anyone wear dark glasses indoors?  Micky wondered.  He had to sing two of Mike's songs today too - Mike's gonna love that.  If Micky could just get through the day he would be OK, but his whole body still ached mercilessly from the weekend's sexual activities.  Mike was getting a little too rough with him lately. "I wonder if he fucks women that way too?" he thought.  It's a good thing he didn't have to play those drums today - he could barely sit down.

Mike noticed Micky's unusually slowed movements and slight pained expressions now and then, and a smile crossed his lips from the knowledge that he was the cause of that suffering.   He was getting hard just thinking about it - good thing he was holding his guitar.  "Just wait till we're done here today, Mick." he said to himself with his eyes fixed squarely on his plaything.  Those dark glasses came in so handy.  Too bad he had to get home sometime tonight ...maybe he can work late.

Micky made it through his performance trying to forget about the eyes searing into his back, or more likely his ass, he thought.  Every so often he would glance over at Mike who was pretending to ignore him.  Another game, Micky sighed, why did Mike have to be like that? Micky just wanted his love, not these manipulation games. It just wasn't something Micky was good at, but that's what Mike found so enticing - ah, the perfect couple.

Finally, the end of another long, hard day, and everyone was tired and wanted to go home, except Mike who had other plans.  He made his way to Micky's room as quickly as he could, being sure to give Micky enough time for a brief rest - he would need it.  He opened the door without knocking and found him lying on those big pillows asleep, and wearing nothing but Mike's favorite, white robe and an innocent blissful expression on his face.

Mike wasn't alone.  He let in his guest and locked the door behind them.  "I knew he'd be asleep," Mike whispered.

"This is kinda' cruel, Mike."  Davy said with some amusement.

"He's gonna love it, trust me."

Any guilt they had subsided when they looked down at the unconscious figure on the floor.  Micky looked too good, too innocent...too tempting.   "Try not to wake him too fast," Mike said, as they both joined Micky on the floor.  They smiled at each other before Mike leaned over to plant a luscious kiss on Davy's lips, readying them with his own wet tongue, kind of a good luck launching of lips for the work Davy was about to do.

Davy pulled away with a hungry smile, turning his gaze to the lovely creature before him, as if he were about to have the most delectable feast of his life.  He positioned himself down on the carpet propping his body up with his elbows to stare at his unsuspecting friend. He had wanted to get his hands on Micky for a so long, but Mike would always get in his way.  He leaned down for the softest of kisses on Micky's lips, gently, so as not to wake him.  He could smell the sweet breath as he did, and kissed his way down the long neck, trying not to get too carried away. He had been watching Micky all day along with Mike - good thing he was behind those drums.

Mike sat back and watched Davy work his magic on Micky. Davy was king when it came to bj's - Mike learned some of his best moves from him.  Davy danced his tongue down Micky's body, pausing whenever Micky moved. He was going to give Micky the best head he had ever had, and he wouldn't even know it, that was the best part.  His tongue finally tasted the very cock he had been waiting to get in his mouth all day. "Soap," Davy thought with disappointment.  All he could taste and smell was the soap from the shower Micky had just taken.  He would just have to work him up to a good sweat - all the more fun.

Mike marveled at how Davy was able to get Micky so hard, so fast, without waking him.  He let his tongue, mouth  and hands skillfully work until he heard that first soft moan.  Mike had given him an enthusiastic warning about those irresistible sounds, and he wasn't kidding.  But that sound also told him that Micky was starting to wake, so he wasted no more time and wrapped his watering mouth around the prize.  That brought on another moan, a little louder this time, however, those big, brown almonds remained shut.

Mike knew the routine all too well, and he counted on Micky not wanting to look at him during sex, but Mike could tell he was awake, so he stayed hidden from Micky's view, behind him, but where Mike could still watch the entertainment.  "God, it was to good to bear," Mike thought to himself.  His two favorite sex toys right in front of him.  Davy looked up at Mike with his mouth still stuffed, and it sent a shiver through Mike's body that raced to his own erection. He shot Davy back an expressionless mug, too concentrated on the drama before him.   That look was enough to shoot Davy full of a tingling, eminent orgasm waiting to break free.

Micky was now fully awake, enjoying the pleasure Mike was giving him, or so he thought.  He gave another moan, started that heavy breathing, and bent his knees to the ceiling while trying to spread his legs as far as they would go.  Mike laughed to himself - Micky was so predictable. Davy wanted more.  He teased Micky with his teeth.

"Ohhh, that's different...Mike never did that before." Micky sighed to himself, as he let out a cry of pure pleasure, and reached for the head between his legs.  Just as his fingers brushed against the hair, the head stopped and disappeared. So Micky kept his hands to himself, and the mouth resumed its position around his cock.

But Micky had to grab onto something while he came, if he wasn't allowed to touch Mike, then he would have to dig his nails into his own thighs. He could feel Mike's strong hands under him pulling his hips up, but somehow they seemed unfamiliar.  He didn't care.  He was coming into that luscious mouth, and that's all that mattered in the world right now.

Mike had never been better, or worked so hard before, he thought. That magical mouth slowly worked its way back up his body to meet his own. Micky wanted to show Mike his appreciation with an enthusiastic reception, and Davy was more than willing to accept it.   He didn't care who it was meant for, the taste of sweetness was enough of a reward.

Micky finally opened his eyes.  "This'll be good." Mike could barely hold his excitement.

Of course, he was startled to see a face other than Mike's. Davy welcomed him back to reality with a warm smile and even warmer mouth as he kissed Micky to wakefulness.

"Stop!" Micky shouted in shock of the unexpected face.

"Hi, Mick." Davy said with a big grin.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't tell?"

"That was you?"

"All me."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"I can't believe this." Micky said as he got out from under Davy.

"Didn't you like it, Micky?"

"That's not the point... Where's Mike?"

"Mike who?" Davy joked - still that smile on his face.

Micky sat up, closed his robe, and turned around to find Mike sitting behind him. "You're lucky I didn't just get out my whips and chains." Mike told him plainly, and Micky got up and hid himself in the bathroom.

"He looked angry, Mike." Davy said.

"He'll get over it." Mike reassured him.

"I thought you said he'd be into this."

"Don't worry, he had a great time. Now you come over here, and take care of me."

***

Micky sat on the cold, bathroom tile waiting for them to leave his room. "How could Mike do this to him?" he thought. "He just sat there and watched, while he let Davy..." and his hands covered his face to hide his tears from no one. He felt like he had been raped by two of his best friends. How could he face them again? He had to work with them everyday. What was he going to do about this? 

He could still hear them talking in the next room. "God! They didn't' even have the decency to leave." Then he heard a knock at the door.  "Open up, Mick," came Mike's voice, "Micky...We' re sorry. Come on, open the door."

Micky sat there not answering. He didn't know what to do. He wanted so much to talk to Mike, to hear him explain his reasoning for what he did, but he was so hurt, and he didn't want to deal with Davy.  One thing was certain, he couldn't stay locked up in the bathroom all night, and as much as he hated him right now he still wanted to be with Mike. So he got up, ran some cold water on his face, and opened the door.

"You okay, Mick?" Mike asked.

Micky didn't dare look into those dark, soulless eyes, so he kept his gaze directed on the patterned tiles while remaining silent. Mike went to put his arms around him. Micky didn't know how to react, he was angry, but he needed Mike to hold him now, and once those arms embraced him he gave in and melted. "Mike said he was sorry...he didn't mean to hurt me", Micky tried to convince himself. God, how he hated these games!

Mike kissed him, and sat down right there on the bathroom floor bringing Micky down with him. He held him in his arms for as long as Micky wanted.  Mike knew exactly what Micky needed and how to win back his confidence. So he would have to play the role of the gentle and caring Mike for a while until he could regain his trust.   He knew Micky loved him, and he never meant for that to happen when he started the relationship, but there was nothing he could do about that now.  Besides, Mike had had other plans for him from the start, it wasn't his fault how Micky felt.

He knew right away that Micky would make the perfect submissive, with a little of the right training, of course.  Davy hadn't worked out as well, to Mike's disappointment.  He was too much like Mike himself - always wanting to control.  Mike now realized he had misjudged the little bastard, but he was still fun to have around.   And when Mike told him of his plan for a surprise threesome he was more than willing. Unfortunately, that plan didn't turn out quite as expected either - but there was still time.

Mike lifted Micky's chin to give him one of those "forgive me" kisses, which Micky found too irresistible to deny him. Mike couldn't have meant to hurt him, he thought.  As he returned Mike's kiss Micky felt a third hand rest on his shoulder.  When he turned his face away from Mike he found Davy smiling at him and Micky was reminded of his anger.

Davy somehow entwined his body with the other two, making an easy reach to Mike's mouth and work in a congratulatory kiss on those full pouting lips as if Micky weren't even there.

"So, that's how it was." Micky thought, the pangs of hurt swelling up in his throat, threatening to choke him with tears he didn't dare shed in this scene.  Turns out he didn't have the exclusive on Mike that he thought he did, and if he left Mike now, he would only drive him closer to Davy. How could he live with that?!  It would be worse than before.

When Davy finished with Mike he turned his face to Micky for a kiss. Micky wanted to cry, but instead he let Davy have his kiss...and then another.  Mike couldn't have been more pleased.  His only obstacle to the perfect three-way was Micky's reluctance. He was so thrilled at the possibilities that he took both his toys in his arms and kissed them wildly.

Davy knew exactly what Mike was up to, and he was more than happy to oblige him. It meant he would get to taste that sweet cock in his mouth again. So, as he enthusiastically made his way back down to Micky's crotch, Mike distracted Micky by shoving his tongue in his mouth and giving it full attention with more kisses.  Davy and Mike worked together to get Micky into position for their final attack.

Micky was now on his knees sandwiched between the two of them, with Mike directly behind and Davy's mouth once again filled with his cock. Micky leaned back onto Mike while enjoying Davy's skills and Mike decided he had waited long enough; he was ready to explode before he even did anything.  He paused very briefly to ready that tight entrance with the K-Y conveniently placed on the bathroom floor.  Then he bent Micky forward causing Davy to sprawl onto his back with his mouth full of Micky, and then Mike finally plunged in with full force.

As he slowly pumped he thought how Micky had never had it like this before, and wondered what the new reaction would be. He didn't have long to wait.  As soon as Mike was inside him Micky cried out and came with a rush into Davy's mouth like he'd never come before.  As Mike kept stroking him, he kept coming, it seemed to go on forever, the orgasm to end all orgasms.  It filled his entire body until he finally went weak, and fell over onto Davy who was now supporting him in his arms.

Davy reached up to Mike and filled his mouth with his tongue while Mike grabbed Micky's hips and gave him a few good slaps on his ass bringing on that rosy color in his cheeks and extra tightness where the muscles encircled Mike's cock - it was just what he needed to come hard.

Mike and Davy's lips were still locked in place, congratulating each other on their achievement while Micky squeezed himself out from between them and sat on the floor turning his back to the scene. He felt even more violated then he did before, only this time he had been awake, so there was no excuse, and he couldn't put the blame on his friends this time.  He felt them both come up behind him with two tongues darting around the back of his neck.  Mike turned him around to give his lips one final kiss, and then he got up and prepared to leave. It had been better than he'd hoped, Mike thought as he dressed, and he really wanted to finish the job, but he had to get home, so he left Micky in Davy's capable hands.