by mickchick
Part II
He was finding it increasingly harder, too, to tolerate Davy's incessant flirting. Davy knew how to be playful in a way that Mike couldn't grasp, and Mike knew that Micky found him amusing. It was difficult for Mike to watch the two of them without interfering. He knew that if he forced them apart, they'd resent him for it. Davy's feelings didn't matter much to Mike, but he couldn't risk alienating Micky.
Davy could sense Mike's annoyance with him and he tried to understand what was going on. Mike was acting like a jealous boyfriend and it just didn't make any sense. Why Mike should suddenly want Micky all to himself was a mystery, but certainly not one that Davy wanted to spend an inordinate amount of time solving. Mike would just have to get over it because Davy had no intention of staying away. With any luck, it would just be a matter of time before Davy could make his move.
Micky sat in the old club chair reading the morning paper and Davy planted himself firmly on the chair arm, casually reading over Micky's shoulder. Micky didn't object, so Davy leaned in closer, pretending to be very interested in an article. Micky turned the page and Davy dropped into his lap, still staring intently at the paper and acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Micky looked up at him and frowned good-naturedly.
"You comfortable," he asked.
"Be quiet. I'm trying to read."
Micky chuckled and shook his head, but he didn't push Davy away.
Mike fumed. Peter was busily setting bowls and cereal on the table for breakfast and Mike turned to the cozy pair and nearly growled. "We're eating NOW," he announced. The tone of command was evident in his voice and Micky and Davy knew what that meant. They set the paper down and went into the kitchen.
Davy was on his second bowl of cereal when he felt something hit his face. A damp Cheerio fell onto the kitchen table and he immediately looked over at Micky. Two could play that game. Davy picked up a soggy cornflake and lobbed it across the table. It hit the front of Micky's shirt.
Micky waited quietly until Mike was looking the other way. He bent his spoon back across his thumb and sent a spray of Cheerios and orange juice catapulting toward Davy. Mike looked up in time to see Davy lift a spoonful of cornflakes to retaliate. Mike cleared his throat. "Do it, shotgun, and I'll tan your hide. "Davy looked up in shock. "He started it," Davy exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger across the table at Micky.
Micky tried unsuccessfully to suppress a grin.
"Well," Davy asked indignantly, "Aren't you going to threaten 'im?"
Peter picked up his bowl of cereal and moved to the kitchen counter just in case. He thought it best to get himself out of the way.
Mike looked over at Micky. "Knock it off, Mick," he said softly. "I don't want a big mess around here."
Micky winked at Davy and quietly resumed eating. Davy looked at the others incredulously. Something very weird was going on here. Mike had never hesitated to threaten Micky before. And Micky's usual response was to laugh and escalate whatever behavior had caused the threat in the first place, secure in the knowledge that Mike would never be fast enough to catch him. Davy picked up his bowl and coffee cup and carried them to the sink.
"Who was supposed to do the dishes last night," he asked, knowing full well that it had been Micky's turn. He waited for Mike's reaction. Mike always lost his temper when someone left dirty dishes in the sink overnight. This morning, they were overflowing.
"That was me," Micky admitted quickly. "I'll do 'em now." He rose from his chair and headed toward the kitchen sink.
"I'll help you," Mike said.
Davy's jaw dropped. Some alien being had obviously taken over Mike's body.
"I'll help, too," Peter offered. "It'll get done a lot faster if we all pitch in."
Mike was quick to refuse the offer. "That's okay, Pete," he said. "We'll all just get in each other's way. Why don't you and Davy head down to the beach? We'll catch up with you later."
It was a generous offer and there was no graceful way to refuse it. Peter smiled broadly.
"C'mon, Davy," he said. "I'll race ya to the water."
Davy didn't want to leave. He didn't like Mike's sly maneuver to be alone with Micky. What was he up to? Why couldn't Mike go to the beach and leave Davy and Micky here alone? He began to suspect that Mike wanted the same thing from Micky that Davy did.
"Davy," Peter repeated.
"Yeah okay, Pete. I'm coming."
They couldn't move quickly enough for Mike, and he could hardly keep himself from shoving them out the door. When they were finally gone, he turned toward Micky.
Micky had already stacked the dirty dishes on the counter and filled the sink with hot, sudsy water. His hands were completely submerged when Mike stepped up close behind him. He kept working while Mike kissed the back of his neck and shoulders and slipped his arms around Micky's waist.
Mike's hands caressed Micky's chest and stomach and finally locked on his hips, pulling them back toward him. He rubbed his pelvis against Micky's backside, feeling himself grow harder and hotter with each stroke. If only Micky would let him penetrate. He hadn't been able to talk him into it yet, but he wasn't giving up hope.
Micky's penis was pressing hard against the front of his tight pants, and he could feel the head protruding from his low waistband. He was oozing onto his shirt and feared a major wet spot was forming there. It was lucky for him that he was doing the dishes. If Davy or Peter were to come in just now, he'd have a good excuse. He felt Mike's hands unfastening his pants, liberating his engorged organ.
Mike wrapped his hand around Micky's shaft and slid it upward, still pressing his own hard penis against Micky's firm little ass. Micky came immediately, much too hot to control his response. Mike kissed his ear and temple as he came
Micky felt his knees buckle and he leaned hard against the edge of the sink. Turning to face Mike, he dropped to his knees and unzipped Mike's jeans.
Mike moaned with pleasure as Micky made him come. It was just for one fleeting moment that Mike thought, "Maybe next time."
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