"On the Other Side" Part IV by anonymous smut-lover
	Over the next few weeks the tensions in the pad had started to subside.  Mike was still jealous of Davy trying to win Micky's affections, but now that he knew how Micky felt, his worries were alleviated, and so, he let Davy flirt all he wanted without any repercussions from him.  Davy still hadn't given up.  Having Micky as his next lover had become his personal pet project, and he was happy Mike had started backing off.  Now he could really concentrate on the best strategy to get Micky into bed.  Ever since that day he saw Micky giving Mike head, it was all he could think about, and he knew he was a much better lover than Mike could ever be.  He couldn't wait to try his moves on Micky, nor could he wait to have that luscious mouth around his own cock.  Just the thought made him hard, and Micky just entered the living room; he decided not to hide what was going on in his pants.  They were alone, and this was as good a time as any. Micky had just come from the beach, where he had been unsuccessfully trying to pick up a girl he had met there.  He was a little depressed over not being able to find himself a girlfriend, and at this point he almost wished he hadn't broken off his romance with Mike - he just needed someone.  He walked over to the couch and allowed himself to fall onto it.  Davy watched him from the chair, deciding what move he should make, while taking in that almost naked body.  He could read the frustration written on Micky's face, so that's where he started.        "What's wrong, Micky?"  Davy asked him.        "Nothin'."        "Why the long face, then?"        "I don't know."  Davy went over to him, and kneeled down in front of his reclining friend.  Micky looked at him.  "Davy...why do ya' think girls don't like me?"  Oh, so that was the problem, Davy thought to himself...perfect.  "I don't know, Micky.  What do ya' want with girls for anyway?"  Davy flirted.  Micky gave him a perplexed look.        "Are you kidding?"        "No.  No one needs girls."        "I can't believe I'm hearing this...from you, of all people."        "Don't be so sure, Micky, there are lots of things better than girls."        "What are you talking about?"        "How 'bout I show you?" Uh-oh, those alarms started going off in Micky's head again.  Not Davy too!  Davy leaned over to kiss Micky's chest.  He looked up to find an odd expression on Micky's face, but Micky didn't stop him; he was too busy thinking about the irony of his whole situation.  So, since Davy didn't get any objection, he continued by giving him a slow, gentle kiss on his lips.  Still no objection.  To Davy's surprise, Micky even returned his kiss - he didn't think it was going to be this easy.  But Micky was too confused, and he missed having someone to kiss and hold.  It had been too long since he was able to feel this way, and now he welcomed Davy and his affectionate touch.  He wrapped his arms around the small body, as Davy climbed onto the couch with him.  He was a really good kisser, Micky couldn't help noticing, as Davy began to suck on his tongue before he started on that jaw and long neck.  Micky was hoping he wouldn't stop there.  Something told him Davy would give an excellent blowjob - but he did stop. Davy removed his pants, and resumed his previous kneeling position by the couch.  He reached for Micky's swimming trunks to release the hard cock he had been dying to get to for months; and then he took him by his hands to pull him up off the couch, and replace his own body where Micky's had been.  Micky wasn't sure what Davy wanted, so he proceeded to do what he had always done to Mike.  "No."  Davy said, and he pulled Micky down on top of him, as he rested his legs on Micky's shoulders.  Micky still wasn't quite sure what to do - he and Mike had never gotten this far, but he was getting the idea, and he had Davy to lead him through it.  He leaned down to kiss those perfectly shaped lips, as Davy guided him to his willing orifice.  Micky was afraid of hurting him, but Davy wanted it - badly.  He grabbed Micky's ass and forced him deeper.  Davy was right, Micky thought, there are better things than girls.  This is what Mike always wanted to do to him - now he understood why.  Davy was so much tighter than any girl, or any mouth.  He couldn't keep himself from coming, and he filled Davy with what seemed like an endless spray of his own juices.  Davy had beaten him to it though, and he hadn't even noticed.  He was too overwhelmed by this new play on  lovemaking to concentrate on the person he was fucking, and he felt a little bad about that, so once again he aimed his mouth for those perfect lips to give them loving, appreciative kisses. It was the next day, and Mike was sitting on the couch reading the morning paper.  He picked up the last unread section that was next to him, and revealed a mysterious, white stain.  Mike knew what it was, but what was it doing on the couch?  And even more mysterious - who was the original owner?  He immediately suspected Davy, but he would never be so sloppy - he was too neat and clean to leave something like that.  Peter?  Nope.  Micky?  With who?  Huh...probably himself,  Mike thought, still...he started to worry. Weeks went by, and Mike hadn't said a word.  He simply observed everything that went on in the pad, especially Micky.  It started to pay off when he noticed Davy had stopped flirting, and started acting more like a giddy, little girl whenever he was around Micky.  So, Mike kept a close eye on both of them, and he wasn't disappointed when he found them in the bathroom...together.  They had gotten so clumsy, that they left the door open, just a crack, but enough for Mike to catch them in the act.  He walked away from the scene deeply hurt.  After Micky told him he never wanted to be with another man again - there he was with Davy.  Mike was so angry he could have killed him...both of them!  No, he still loved Micky, but he decided to confront Davy with the issue.  He caught him alone in his room.  "What the fuck is goin' on?"  Mike said to him.         "What?  What are you talking about?"        "You and Micky, that's what I'm talking about."        "Micky?  Nothin'why?"        "Stay away from him!"        "No!  Why should I?" Mike didn't really have an answer for that, at least not one that he was willing to admit to Davy, and that made him even angrier, so he picked him up by his shirt and told him again "Just stay away from Micky."  And he meant it.  But Davy was no push over, and he wasn't going to be intimidated by Mike.  He grabbed his hands from his shirt, and forced them off of him.  Mike made a fist, and intended it to connect with Davy's pretty face, but Davy was too fast for him.  He ducked Mike's attempt, and came up swinging his own fist into Mike's stomach which was enough to double him over.  Davy may be small, but at least he kept in shape, and this was just one of the reasons why.  It wasn't easy to kick someone's ass who was twice your size.  Mike had underestimated Davy.  It was clear he wasn't going to back down, and if Mike couldn't have Micky, then Davy couldn't have him either, so he needed a new strategy  he would have to confront Micky.
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