This story contains Real People Slash. That means, REAL MEN having SEX. Do not read this story if you are under the age of consent in your area, if you are unable to handle homoerotica between the Monkees, of if you can't handle men having sex together at all. I am making NO MONEY off this story so please don't sue. This is all fiction, none of this actually happened to my knowledge. You have to ask the Monkees themselves.
On with the story,
NC-17, RPS, Sex, PWP
"You're not the only cuddly toy,
that was ever enjoyed,
by any boy..."
by JonesStarr
Suddenly the door to the recording studio opened and the short singer stepped out.
"Hey Mick. Where is everyone else?" Davy asked his friend.
"Pete is recording some different sounds for "Auntie Grizelda" and Mike is helping to mix another song. I forgot which one."
"Probably another version of "Circle Sky". That song gets changed every time he sings it."
"True, but it's Mike's baby. He doesn't get attached to many songs like that one."
"It's one of the few songs he fusses over."
"True, some songs just fit their singers perfectly."
Davy eyed Micky cautiously and took in the smirk his friend wore.
"That song was so made for you Davy" Micky said with a grin.
Davy groaned in exasperation and headed down the hall. Micky followed along cheerily and continued to taunt the British singer.
"You're not the only cuddly toy, that was ever enjoyed, by any boy...." he sang off-key. "So who enjoyed you Davy?" Micky giggled at his own joke and turned to look at his friend's reaction.
Davy shook his head in exasperation. "You are not going to let up are you? It's just a song. They are just lyrics."
"But they speak straight from the soul, you sing them with such an intensity that isn't normally found unless the singer has some link with the meaning behind the words." Micky insisted.
"And if Peter were the one singing it?"
Micky shrugged. "He isn't, you are."
Davy sighed and headed over to an small room they guys had turned into a changing room of sorts. The studios were often terribly hot and stuffy and the guys frequently had to change outfits. Micky followed behind and shut the door behind them. Sitting on a small, ripped-up couch, he eyed up the short Brit in front of him before speaking again.
"So who was it?"
"I refuse to even acknowledge that." said Davy as he pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Micky bounced in his seat. "So you did do it with a guy!!! Who was it? Tell me!"
"Would you be quiet?" hissed Davy as he searched the clothing racks for something suitable to wear.
"Not until you admit I was right."
"You were right. Happy now?"
"Spill then. Who was it?"
"Ugh," Davy groaned, "it was just some kid from Manchester. I was only a teen then. It was one of those experimental things."
Micky sat silently on the sofa. Relieved that Micky was at last being quiet, Davy continued to search for an appropriate outfit.
"Davy?" Micky asked hesitantly.
Davy sighed and leaned his forehead up against the metal rack the shirts hung from. "Yes Micky?"
"What... what was it like? Being with a guy I mean."
Davy looked back at Micky questioningly. "You mean you never tried it before?" he asked incredibly.
"Well," Micky mumbled while fidgeting on the couch. "Actually, no. I never even kissed a guy before."
Davy laughed and Micky blushed. You mean to tell me that you never, not once, kissed a man? Not even when you were a kid?" Davy couldn't help it, he started laughing and eventually had to sit down on the couch with Micky.
"It's not funny." Micky said, fuming. "It's not my fault! I was in show business as a kid. I didn't really play much with boys my own age."
Davy managed to contain his laughter and regained his composure. "Sorry. I shouldn't laugh. It's just," he snickered, "I would have thought you would have done something by now. You are in your twenties after all."
"Well I didn't. I just wanted to know what it was like that's all." Micky turned his back to Davy and crossed his arms over his chest. Davy bit back a smile, Micky acted like a kid sometimes. Especially when he got mad. Davy knew Micky wouldn't be mad for long, but still, he mused, he should probably help his friend out. Micky would probably never bring up the subject again and, even though Davy didn't want to admit it, he had sort of wondered what it would be like to be with the energetic drummer. Smirking to himself, Davy made up his mind to help out his friend and scooted up closer to Micky's back.
Micky was pouting on his side of the couch. He was embarrassed and what was worse was that his teasing had backfired and now he was the one being teased. Micky couldn't really blame anyone but himself really. He never had the opportunity or was really even brave enough to try anything sexual with a guy. Now the idea that everyone but him had done it gnawed at him incessantly. Micky was brought out of his reverie by Davy's shift in positions behind him. Curious, Micky remained still and awaited Davy's next move.
Micky didn't wait long however, as Davy placed his hands gently on Micky's shoulders and began to rub them. Micky tensed up first but as the massage continued, Micky became more and more relaxed. After a few minutes he was leaning back into Davy's touch and moaning softly.
"You're good." he mumbled.
"Do you want me to show you?" Davy asked.
"Show me what?"
"What it's like to be with a man."
"You would do that for me?" Micky asked turning to face his friend.
"Yeah why not?" said Davy. "We're friends and all. It's nothing serious."
Davy sounded more confident than he felt. It had been years since he had done anything of the sort with another man, he was only a kid back then and it had been mostly just kissing and heavy petting. Davy wasn't sure how far Micky would let him go and he wasn't sure how far he wanted to go either. 'Best let Micky make that decision', he said mentally.
"So. Do you want me to?" he asked again.
Micky nodded. "Can I kiss you?" he asked hesitantly.
Davy gulped and nodded. Leaning forward he brushed his lips against Micky's in the barest of kisses. Blushing he leaned back and played with his hands.
Micky blinked in surprise. The quick brush of lips had sent shivers up his spine. 'Was this what it was like?' He questioned himself. He looked at Davy who was now playing nervously with his hands and avoiding Micky's face. Micky frowned and tried to figure out if he did anything wrong. Not coming up with an answer, he decided to try and kiss Davy back.
Davy was blushing like mad. It hadn't been much of a kiss, more a brushing of lips. Still, he had felt little shivers dance up his spine at the small contact. He wondered if Micky would let him try again but before he could ask, Micky was leaning forward and pressing his lips to Davy's. His eyes shot open in surprise but as Micky continued to kiss him, Davy became more and more encouraged, and as his confidence increased, Davy kissed back.
Micky was caught slightly off guard; he had surprised himself by going in and kissing Davy again but he was even more shocked when Davy started to kiss back. Encouraged, he put more urgency into the kiss.
Davy's heartbeat quickened as Micky increased the intensity of their kiss. Tentatively he parted his mouth and ran his tongue over Micky's lips. Micky opened his mouth and Davy eagerly accepted the invitation and began to explore the fellow singer's mouth. Micky moaned at the intrusion and brought is hands up to stroke his friend's bare chest. It was very different from making out with a girl. Davy's lips were softer then any girl he ever remembered kissing and instead of the familiar breasts on a woman's chest, Davy's chest was flat and smooth. Micky found however, that like most women, Davy's nipples were sensitive. Brushing his fingers over the small nub of flesh experimentally, Micky managed draw a thin, ragged moan from the small Brit in front of him. Micky broke the kiss out of the need for fresh air and sat back to watch his friend's reaction.
Davy settled back into the soft cushion underneath him and tried to catch his breath. Micky was a damn good kisser! And from Micky's groping, Davy could tell he wanted to go farther. Davy decided to continue the experiment and after placing his hands on either side of Micky's face, brought the taller man down for another kiss.
Micky smiled inwardly to himself. He was beginning to enjoy this. Davy slid his hands down from Micky's soft face and shoulders, resting them gently on Micky's thighs. Micky reached down and clasped his friend's hands and held them both to his chest. Davy moaned again and began to undo the buttons on the American's shirt. Micky let go of Davy's hands and started to help him. Within seconds all buttons were undone and Davy slid the soft fabric down Micky's shoulders. Davy broke the kiss and instead concentrated on exploring the drummer's naked chest. Micky was slimly built, but still gorgeous. Enraptured, Davy gently trailed his fingers over the soft, pale skin receiving sounds of encouragement from the curly-haired man in front of him. Curious as to what the drummer's skin tasted like, Davy bent down and gently took one brown nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He was rewarded with Micky gasping in pleasure above him and writhing about.
"Ah Davy don't stop... that unngh..." Micky moaned, reaching up with his hands to tangle his fingers in Davy's soft hair.
Davy continued his ministrations for a while before switching to the other nipple. Micky moaned and continued to make whimpering noises which only succeeded in making Davy aware of the fact that his pants were becoming a bit confining. Davy ran his hand across the disheveled drummer's lap and confirmed that Micky too was becoming rather aroused. At the light touch, Micky gasped and brought Davy's face up for another passionate kiss.
Holding the smaller man's chin in one hand, Micky captured the singer's mouth for a moment before moving on to place small kisses delicately all over his face. With the other, Micky grasped Davy's hand and guided it to his belt buckle. Understanding quickly, Davy began to undo Micky's belt and then moved on to the fly of his pants. Releasing Davy's chin, Micky began to do the same to the other singer. Davy had Micky's pants undone first and tentatively traced the outline of his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs. Micky gasped as Davy rubbed the head of Micky's hard cock through the underwear causing them to become damp with his friend's precum. Micky quickly finished undoing Davy's pants and slipped a finger through the fly of his boxers to stroke the younger man's hardened member.
Davy gasped and tried to lean more into the touch. He writhed against Micky's hand and leaned his forehead against his friend's shoulder. Micky decided to go farther and began tugging insistently at Davy's pants and boxers. Davy removed his hand from Micky's briefs and tried to help Micky by kicking off his shoes and raising his hips so Micky could slide the offending garments over his hips and down his legs. Davy ended up on his back and Micky removed his shoes, pants and underwear as well. Micky climbed back onto the couch and shifted so he was on his hands and knees and leaning over Davy. Davy reached back up and brought Micky down for another kiss while sliding his hand down and gripping Micky's erection. Micky groaned into Davy's mouth and adjusted his weight so one hand was free to grasp Davy's cock and began to stroke it. Davy squirmed beneath Micky's hand and raised his hips to grind their erections together. Both Micky and Davy saw stars at this abrupt contact and Micky ended up being unable to hold himself up and instead laid on top of Davy so their bodies matched up and their erections brushed against each other. Davy moaned and writhed so that his cock was rubbing against Micky's continuously. Micky responded by grinding his hips together with Davy and wrapping his arms underneath the smaller man. Davy reached around with his arms and grasped Micky's firm backside, pressing their bodies even closer. Together they moved against each other, moaning and gasping as their hips ground their erections together.
"God Davy don't stop," Micky gasped. "Please. Oh God. This. Oh... unngh!"
Micky cried out as Davy bucked against him, sending them both over the edge and they came together, their cocks twitching as their come spurted out covering both of their chests and stomachs. Panting, Micky collapsed on top of Davy and twisted both of their bodies so they were both on their sides and still facing each other. Davy had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily into Micky's neck. Hot and exhausted from both the heat of the studio and their recent activities, their sweat mingled with their come and formed a sort of glue between them. Micky smoothed back the hair that was in Davy's face and placed a kiss gently on his forehead. Davy mumbled quietly and buried his face into Micky's neck and slowly fell asleep. Micky felt his eyes grow heavy as well and after wrapping his arms around his friend, drifted off as well.
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