Davy was awake first as usual. He wanted to make sure that Peter kept out of the way for when Mike arrived. He wasn’t about to let him get his greedy paws into him before Davy had his turn. He stumbled down the corridor and peered into the room to make sure he was still asleep. To his surprise the boy was still there too. This was most unlike Peter, never did he let people stay. Maybe he was more of a threat than Davy had anticipated. Besides he wasn’t about to worry about that now, he had other matters at hand.

He closed the door behind him again and set off downstairs to wait for the intriguing Mr Nesmith to arrive. He hoped this meeting would provide something to stir him from his downtrodden state which he lay.

* * * * * *

Mike too was hoping to get something from his meeting at Thorkelson manor. He had rehearsed a small speech of what to say and how to get his foot in the door. He knew that if he fucked this up he would never get another chance. He was calculating his moves as he took a cab through the busy LA streets to the mansion that stood on the hill. He knew that if he could make an agreement through the assistant that the rest of his plan would be a cinch.

Despite his arrogance, Mike had a sense of nervousness wash over him as he approach the house. If he could pull this plan off, his money worries would be over. He just needed to remain cool, any slight deterrent could make them suspicious of him and that would ruin everything.

He rang the doorbell and waited patiently.

“Um….I’m here to see Mr Jones.”

“Can I have your name please?” answered the butler.

“Nesmith…..Mike Nesmith.”

“Ah yes, do come in Mr Nesmith. Mr Jones is waiting for you in the study. Follow me.”

Just as Micky had the night before, Mike couldn’t help but notice the interior of the house. It was like something out of Edwardian times. His face remained placid but inside his anger was boiling. How could one man have all this? When he thought of his what his father went through to keep a roof over their heads, he knew he was doing the right thing.

* * * * * *

Davy had placed himself behind the large desk in Peter’s study. The room was immaculate, Peter rarely went in there at all. Only if he wanted to gloat to his latest conquest about how much he owned. As Mike entered the room behind the butler, Davy sat up and took note of the lean figure standing across from him. He was startled by how well turned out the man was. From the accent on the phone he was expecting a more shabby appearance but Mike had gone all out in his tailored suit.

Davy was equally impressed by how attractive he was. Not his usual type, he preferred a more youthful face but there was something about Mike that intrigued Davy. Those dark mysterious eyes, the strong chiselled features and that lean body standing tall. It was obvious that Mike wasn’t going to be a pushover, maybe he could have some fun with this one.

“Good Morning Mr Nesmith. Do take a seat?”

“Thanks.”

“I see your early, that’s what we like to see.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure how far ya were from the city.”

Mike studied the small man in front of him. Davy was very good at giving nothing about himself away and Mike couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He thought that it would have a easy to going through the assistant but now he was not so sure.

“So, Mr Nesmith, can you tell me a bit about yourself.”

Mike proceeded with his cleverly thought out speech. He told Davy of how he had worked for the family business but was now looking to branch out into a more wider field of work. Davy was clearly impressed with Mike’s intellect as well as his external appearance.

“Sounds like you’re not afraid of hard work then?”

“No sir,” replied Mike politely.

Davy was all for hiring Mike on the spot, but his fear of what Peter would say was holding him back. He knew that Peter would protest. Anything that he was not included in was seen as a bad idea to him and Davy didn’t want to upset his boss. However if he could convince Peter that Mike was an asset to the team then he would probably get away with it. Besides the stirring in his pants was controlling his thoughts and all he cared about was seeing more of Mike.

“Ok, here’s the deal. We need someone to act as chauffeur and generally assist with the day to day running of the business. I am prepared to start you on a two week trial.”

Mike couldn’t believe his luck. He didn’t know what he had said but it must have worked. He thought he would be working in the factory but actually working in the house, that gave him more opportunities to put his plan into action. He stood up and gratefully shook Davy hand.

“Thank you very much Mr Jones, you won’t regret this.”

“I know I won’t,” said Davy casting a flirtatious smile at his new employee.

Mike was a little taken aback by this gesture, but soon dismissed it. After all surely that wasn’t the reason that he got the job?

“Um…..When should I start?”

“Tomorrow. Be here for 9.00 am sharp and we will take it from there.”

“Ok and thanks again.”

As Mike turned to leave, Davy admired the firm ass outlined through the suit pants and smiled to himself. He had definitely made the right decision.

* * * * * *

Micky turned over in the silken sheets and yawned. He would just lie here another few minutes and then get up for work. He knew if he was late again that his boss would have his hide. He stretched his arm across the bed to be confronted by another body lying next to him.

Shaking the sleep from his eyes, Micky realised where he was. Oh shit! He stayed all night. This wasn’t good, Ty would wonder where he was. Peter would be mad at him for staying, he had to get outta there and fast. He silently moved the covers back and sat up and picked his clothes up from the floor where they lay strewn.

Dressing quickly he tiptoed towards the door and hoped he could get out without being seen by any of the staff. A near impossible feat but he wasn’t about to stay and risk what could happen next.

“Where you goin babe?” asked a sleepy voice.

“I…was…um well I thought I should be goin’.”

Peter rolled over in the bed and sat up. He smiled warmly at the frightened boy standing across from him. Micky was beautiful, more beautiful than any man that Peter had ever seen. He didn’t want to let him go now, he had to think of someway of making him stay.

“Nonsense, you must stay and have breakfast. It wouldn’t be right of me to let you leave without feeding you first. Come here.” Peter patted the bed and beckoned Micky to sit down again.

Micky knew he couldn’t refuse Peter’s hospitality. He walked back to the bed with a heavy feeling in his heart. He was confused and annoyed with his own emotions. He too felt something for Peter, he wasn’t sure what but he knew he didn’t want to go. He couldn’t imagine what Ty would say. He was breaking just about every client rule but maybe as this was his first time, he was allowing himself to get too close because he didn’t know how else to be.

As he approached the bed, Peter pulled him close for a lingering kiss. He then removed his shirt, planting kisses across Micky’s smooth chest and moving his hands southwards to Micky’s groin. Micky groaned as he allowed Peter to do away with his pants and descend beneath the covers. Peter was expert at giving head, his technique had been perfected and Davy was always grateful. It seemed Micky wasn’t disappointed either and as he came hard in Peter’s mouth, he knew that Micky wasn’t going anywhere.

* * * * * *

By the time Davy ventured back upstairs to make his routine visit to Peter’s room to wake him, Micky had fallen back to sleep. Peter too was drifting in and out of slumber, happy and content that he now had two playmates. He had convinced Micky to spend the day with him and he was satisfied that it was only a matter of time before he would allow Micky to stay permanently.

Davy knocked on the door to be greeted with the usual silence. He was hoping that the boy would have gone, but no he was still there, his arm draped over Peter and his face covered by a mass of curls.

Davy had to admire Peter’s taste. As Micky lay face down on the bed, Davy could see the perfect contours of his slender body, that flawless skin and tight ass. He hadn’t seen his face yet but Davy could appreciate perfection and he understood why Peter had kept this one all night.

“Mr Thorkelson,” after last night’s argument, Davy thought better than to call him Peter.

“Hmmm…Oh morning Davy.” Peter smiled at his faithful servant.

“Did you want breakfast?”

“Yeah, better get some for him too,” he motioned towards the sleeping figure. “See I told you I would succeed, isn’t he perfect?”

Peter pushed aside the curls covering Micky’s face from Davy’s view and showed off his trophy.

Davy examined the face presented to him. He hated to admit that Peter was right but Micky was beautiful. Davy’s jealousy was mounting again. He only had to look at the way Peter’s was staring intently at Micky to realise that if he wasn’t careful he would end up being pushed out the picture.

“Yeah, good choice.”

“Hey, don’t look so worried. I ain’t replacing ya….yet.” Peter laughed at his own joke.

“Very funny. I’ll get your breakfast.”

Davy could feel the tears welling up. It was only the arrival of Micky that had forced him to assess his feelings for Peter. Maybe he did love him? After all the life he had with him wasn’t so terrible but that could be so easily taken away from him and that scared Davy. He couldn’t let Micky stay, there had to be a way of getting rid of him for good.