Mike, too, couldn't relax. When Micky had returned that night and told him that he wanted to try and make a go of things, Mike could hardly hide his joy, but he was concerned that Micky hadn't thought this through enough and that maybe he was only saying what he thought Mike wanted to hear. Despite this nagging undercurrent he was equally anxious to take things further with Micky. They so far had only managed to steal a brief kiss when Davy or Peter wasn't around and Mike was aching to move the relationship on.

Micky, much to Mike's protest, was still dating Isobel, though this was only casual and he was planning on seeing her tonight to break it off. His doubts had subsided a little and each gentle touch or soothing word from Mike only convinced him more that he was making the right decision. He was upstairs getting dressed when he felt Mike's presence behind him.

"Hey babe," he whispered seductively in his ear, sending ripples through Micky.

"Hey yourself," he replied, trying to keep calm.

Mike admired Micky's attire. He was dressed in tight fitted black trousers and a crisp white shirt. He was just tying his tie when Mike spun him round to face him.

"No, you're doin' it all wrong," he playfully scolded while undoing Micky's mistake and starting again.

Mike's ebony eyes were staring straight into Micky's. He loved that he could finally be so close to him. What he wouldn't give to throw him down on the bed and fuck him right there and then, but no, that wouldn't be right. Micky wanted to take it slow, so they would take it slow. Still, nothing wrong with a bit of teasing though, was there? Mike finished the tie and slowly ran his hands over Micky's chest down to his trousers. He raised his eyebrow and smiled at the hardness he encountered.

"Someone's pleased to see me," he slyly joked.

Micky blushed slightly as Mike continued to stroke his hand lightly over the fabric. Micky closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

"Hey Micky, Isobel's here!?" Peter burst in through the door, stopping their game and immediately, Micky looked flushed.

"Oh…Ok. Thanks Pete, I'll be down in a minute."

Peter left and Mike and Micky were alone once more.

"Yeah, you hope," sniggered Mike, glancing at the bulge clearing showing from Micky pants.

Micky couldn't help but laugh himself.

"Just gimme a minute alright? This is all your fault."

"Don't blame me, you just can't control yourself."

Mike's expression changed as Micky left the room. He became almost melancholy, not wanting Micky to go out with Isobel. He only agreed because he knew how much Micky wanted to keep a sense of normality round the pad and dating a girl seemed the best way to stop Davy and Peter from asking questions. But he wasn't happy, and it hurt him to think of that bitch draping herself over Micky, running her hands through his hair, teasing him with seductive kisses. Micky had promised Mike that he was going to end it and Mike believed him, the sooner the better as far as he was concerned. Mike passed the time that Micky was out playing cards with Peter. He even lost a couple of hands, proving that his mind wasn't on the game. Micky returned a couple of hours later.

"Hey, Micky you're back early," said Peter.

"Yeah we kinda broke up," replied Micky, trying to look disappointed.

"Sorry to hear that buddy." Mike tried to hide his excitement.

"Yeah Micky, tough break," Peter got up from the chair. "Well I am off to bed guys."

"But it's early," said Micky.

"Yeah, but I have go to get up early, I'm meeting Steve and some of the guys tomorrow."

"Ok Pete, 'night." Micky strolled over to the couch.

Once Peter had shut his door, Micky wasted no time in giving Mike a proper greeting. He sat down on the arm of the chair, slipping his arm round Mike's shoulder. Mike seemed to tense up. He turned his face away from Micky as he tried to kiss him.

"What's the matter babe?" asked Micky.

"Did you fuck her?" accused Mike.

"What? No! Why would you think I did?" His voice raised an octave.

"I hope she got the message that it was over."

Mike voice was cruel and almost threatening. He was always quick to anger, and the thought of Micky with that whore had been boiling inside him since he left.

"Mike, I promise you, nothing happened."

Micky traced his finger down Mike's arm. He looked at him so desperately, his almond eyes worried and confused. How could Mike accused him like that? Surely he knew what Micky was going through for him and that he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the relationship now. Micky fought back the tears at Mike's harsh words.

Mike couldn't stay angry. His face softened as Micky seemed so hurt and upset that he would accuse him that way.

"I'm sorry."

"I just don't understand why you accuse me like that, I'm not Davy."

"No, I know you're not," Mike said, gently bringing Micky down to sit on his lap. "It's just now that we are together I don't want to lose you and I am frightened that you will regret this…."

Micky silenced Mike's speech with a kiss. He turned to face Mike, still locked in the deep embrace.

Mike loved the way Micky kissed; he could easily reduce him to a quivering wreck with his sensitive touch. Mike let out a soft moan as Micky continued to explore Mike's mouth with tongue. He kissed across his face and down his neck, Mike let out a pleasurable sigh. Micky was certainly in a playful mood, thought Mike, maybe it was time to take things further.

"Um…Mick," murmured Mike.

"Yeah babe," said Micky, still nibbling on Mike's neck.

"Do you think we could move upstairs? I mean, what if Peter or Davy walks in?"

Micky stopped his task and looked towards the door. Mike was right. After all, it was his idea to keep it a secret so they should be more careful.

"You know, I'd kinda forgotten about them."

He giggled giving Mike a wide grin. Sliding off Mike's lap he stood up, quickly revealing how turned on he actually was. Mike gave a satisfied smirk to himself as he led Micky upstairs. As they approached the bedroom Mike could feel Micky's hand tense up. He could feel Micky's nerves surging through his body. Sure they had fooled around a bit before but he was leading Micky into unknown territory. Mike gently gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before opening the bedroom door.

Micky gulped as he followed Mike. He had done this every night since he moved in but now they were a couple. It was different. They were no longer room-mates but soon to be lovers. Micky was scared. What if he couldn't live up to Mike's expectations? What if Mike got bored with him? Even though he was only beginning to accept him and Mike together, he would hate to lose him now.

The room was completely in darkness and Micky adjusted his eyes to the gloom.

"How about some light?" suggested Mike.

"Nah, if ya don't mind, I prefer the dark."

This was a lie. Micky had always been scared of the dark. He had never admitted this to the others, but having Mike sleeping so close made him feel safe. So, since he moved in he had learned to sleep in the dark but now the darkness was his friend as it shielded his nervousness from Mike's view.

"Hey."

Mike moved closer to Micky, slipping his arms around his slim waist and pulling him close. Mike knew he had to tone down his feelings because if he came on too intensely he would scare Micky away. He had waited for this moment for so long though, and he didn't find it easy. Still, Micky was putting his trust in him and he had to honor that.

"Don't be scared. I know this is new to you but I promise I won't hurt you."

Micky nodded as Mike sat him down on the bed, kissing him hard and slowly removing his shirt, running his long fingers over Micky's smooth chest. Mike was an expert at knowing where to touch and soon his hands were reaching down to Micky's belt buckle. He removed Micky's pants, all the time his dark eyes staring deeply into Micky's, running his fingers through Micky's hair and giving him reassuring kisses across his face, occasionally meeting his warm, hot mouth.

Micky was fully naked and he felt a little helpless as Mike's strong body pressed tightly up against him, his hand gently stroking his now fully aroused cock. Micky began to feel a little light-headed as Mike continue to work his magic. He knelt down at Micky's feet, still running his hands lightly up and down Micky's back, sending waves of pleasure through Micky and making him tremble all over.

Mike took his time wanting to please. He took Micky's cock and gently began to run his tongue down one side and then he gently sucked the tip before going down the other. Micky gripped the sheets on the bed tightly. Mike glanced up to see Micky's half-closed eyes, the enjoyment of this new experience showing across his sweaty face. Mike gently teased Micky again, running his tongue around his balls and back to the shaft once more. Micky knew he couldn't take much more, his cock was throbbing hard and he was losing control of his senses.

Mike placed his soft, warm mouth over Micky's cock, gently easing him down. He began to move slowly at first, guiding Micky with the right rhythm, then he increased the pace till Micky couldn't take it anymore and let out an explosive cry, which Mike quickly stifled with his hand. He swallowed, tasting Micky's sweetness and sat up on his knees to face his new lover.

"Are you ok?" he asked him, brushing the curls away from Micky's sweaty brow.

"Uh-huh," Micky beamed back, giving him a loving hug.

Mike climbed into the bed next to Micky and wrapped his arms protectively around him. He wanted to hold him all night. He was his now, and no one was going to take him away from Mike. He lay basking in the pleasure that he had given to Micky. It made him aroused just thinking of how much he had gotten to Micky with just a few gentle caresses. He was glad he hadn't lost his magic touch!

Micky turned over next to him and propped himself up on his elbows. His face looked more beautiful than ever, a slight film of sweat collecting across his brow, his cheeks flushed red and his brown eyes shining.

"What's the matter Mick?" Mike sleepily asked.

"Whatta 'bout you?" Micky replied with a devilish grin.

"What d'ya mean, whatta 'bout me?"

Mike looked confused as Micky moved his hand down the bed to Mike's already semi-aroused cock and began to stroke it gently.

"Oh," said Mike smiling. "I thought maybe you were too tired, but I guess not."

"I just want to make you happy," said Micky, although he wasn't sure if he knew how.

"Mike…"

"Yeah?" Mike noted Micky's apprehension. He took Micky's hand, kissing his fingers.

"Micky don't worry. I am happy, happier than I have been in along time."

That was enough encouragement for Micky and he wanted to show Mike how much he cared for him. He caught Mike off guard with a really strong kiss, moving his hands down his chest and across his waist to the mounting erection below. Mike let out a sigh as Micky began his descent below the covers; his mouth was so sensitive to the touch that Mike almost came right there and then.

Micky's nerves simply melted away with each moan that escaped from Mike. He kissed across Mike's chest, nibbling lightly on his nipple. He experimented a little more gently sucking and biting along Mike's waist and across his navel. He moved up the bed to give Mike's mouth some more attention but Mike pushed him back down again. Micky gazed at the swollen cock in awe and he began to feel very nervous. What if he did something wrong? Or hurt Mike?

"What have you stopped for?" asked Mike breathlessly.

"Nothing I ah…," stuttered Micky.

Mike realized Micky's nerves and guided him back to the shaft where Micky gently began to suck the tip before inching further down. Mike could feel the pressure mounting. Micky's mouth was so hot, so moist as he quickened the pace. Mike pushed Micky's head further onto his cock almost choking him, and then came with a climatic moan.

Micky felt Mike's body judder across the bed - he'd made that happen. He looked up at Mike's contented face and crawled back into his arms, soon drifting off to sleep.

The next morning Peter had left early as he had planned. He was spending more and more time away from the pad and with Stephen. He wasn't really happy with the way the music was going and Mike always seemed to want everything his way. Peter felt more at home with the guys he knew from the village, but he wouldn't leave the pad, they were his friends too and he thought a lot about them.

Mike woke to a mouthful of curls. Micky's hair was certainly unruly, but Mike knew he wouldn't want him any other way. He nudged Micky gently, kissing his face as he did so. Micky didn't move but then he ever could get up in the mornings.

"Mick," he said softly. "Come on babe, it's time to get up."

"Huh! Oh….hey." He forced his eyes to open and focus on Mike, and then pulled him close for a kiss. "You know I thought I was gonna wake up this morning and find out that last night was a dream."

"Nope. I was there and that was certainly some reality." Mike beamed.

"So what are you gonna do today?"

"Not a lot, we need to get some rehearsal in, why?"

"Oh, 'cause I thought we could spend some time together," Micky smiled sweetly.

"Sure…you know, Mick, you really are beautiful." Micky blushed and hit Mike.

"Don't embarrass me."

"It's the truth." Mike traced his finger over his lips.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Micky suddenly felt quite pleased by this compliment from Mike.

"Sure you are shotgun. Now come on, we better get dressed. Davy'll be back soon."