"Questions Answered"
By HMC
Davy. The dreams had all been about Davy. And they all started the same way. He and Davy would be locked in an embrace that implied more than friendship, and he’d be stroking Davy’s hair. Davy would nuzzle Mike’s neck and hold him closer. And Mike would feel.... happy. Like hugging another man like this was a completely natural thing to do.... but when he woke up it was a different story. He would be confused, and bewildered and somewhat ashamed. That wasn’t the only dream he’d have either, the others were more than that. It started with he and Davy hugging, like it always did. But then Davy would lift his head and whisper something into Mike’s ear, and Mike would get shivers. Then Davy would brush his soft-as-silk lips against Mike’s in the faintest of kisses, and Mike would lean in for more. The kiss that followed was mind-blowing, and when Mike woke up, he was usually aroused.... and incredibly mystified.
He didn’t think he was gay. Not completely anyway. He had kissed another guy once.... but that was back in Texas, he had been a kid then. Experimenting was normal when you were a kid, wasn’t it? Anyway, he couldn’t be gay; gay guys were real feminine and talked different, or was that just the stereotype? Mike knew he was incredibly ignorant on the subject. He’d never had any gay friends; he’d never met another gay person, or didn’t think he did. For all he knew, he could very well have been gay all his life and never realized it. He’d never had a relationship with a girl that was that serious or even that long. Recently, he’d just stopped looking for a girlfriend. Was it because he was interested in guys?
‘God, I hate this. What’s happening?’ He thought.
Micky was teaching Davy how to surf that day. Mike sat on the shore with his guitar, but he wasn’t really concentrating on his new song. He was watching Davy very carefully. He had recently become over-protective of him, and he knew it was because of his secret crush. Mike had always looked out for him, being that Davy was the youngest and the smallest, and unlike he, Micky, or Peter, Davy had lost both of his parents. Mike had always felt like a big brother sort of figure for the young Englishman, and now his feelings were going deeper.
Mike paid close attention to the way Davy moved. The way he moved his hips when he struggled to gain control of the surfboard, the way his hair swayed with each movement.... just little things. He wasn’t worried about getting caught; if somebody caught him staring he could just say he was watching the ocean. He found himself laughing whenever Davy fell off the surfboard, but Micky was a good teacher, and pretty soon Davy made it to the shore without falling off.
Mike congratulated him on his first successful surfboard voyage and Davy thanked him with a big smile on his face. The ‘teen-idol’ smile.... Mike felt his knees get weak, and he excused himself and went back to sit in the sand further up on the shore. He took a deep breath and decided not to think about it anymore. He only wished it was that easy.
Davy had noticed the awkward way Mike had been regarding him for the past few weeks. It reminded him of how he used to get when he was around a girl he liked. ‘Now there’s an odd thought’, Davy said to himself. ‘But I wonder why it intrigues me.’
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The next day was a slow one. Peter and Micky were out doing errands, and Davy had dashed outside with Micky’s surfboard to practice. Mike was left alone with his thoughts. Most of those thoughts belonged to Davy, just like they had for the past month. About an hour passed and Mike hadn’t heard anything from Davy and he began to get worried. Papa Nez mode kicked in and he jogged down to the beach to look for him.
His heart practically stopped when he saw Davy trembling on his side in the sand a little ways down the beach, the surfboard a few feet from him. Mike quickened his pace and landed on his knees next to Davy. “Davy, what happened?” He asked, worry clear on his face.
Davy clutched at the ankle that the surfboard was tied to and gasped a little bit. There were a few tears trickling down his face, which scared Mike a little. He had never seen Davy cry before. Davy looked up at him with his bright brown eyes, and whimpered a little. “I.... I fell off the board.... and my foot hit a rock at the bottom.... I twisted my ankle really badly.... and then the rope.... tugged on it.... it really hurts....” He trembled again and moaned.
Mike moved to inspect Davy’s ankle and saw that it was swelling quickly, but it didn’t look like it was broken. He knew that Davy would be in a lot more pain if that were so. “I think you’ll be okay, you just twisted it. Can you get up?”
Davy just shook his head and another tear rolled down his face.
Mike knew he was really pushing his luck, but he just couldn’t resist. He undid the Velcro connecting the surfboard to Davy’s foot and reached down with both arms. Using the natural strength that not many people would assume he had, he lifted Davy off the sand and began to walk back to the pad.
“Wha.... Mike?” Davy whimpered.
“It’s okay, buddy. I got ya.” He smiled warmly, and Davy relaxed a little bit. He was surprisingly light, and Mike was secretly grateful for this chance to get close to Davy.
Davy was dizzy with the sensations running through his body. Mike had strong arms, and Davy felt incredibly safe. If he had any doubts as to whether or not Mike had some strong feelings for him, they were erased. Davy could just tell by looking at him, and the way Mike held him. There was no doubt. But for some reason, Davy felt oddly at ease, and he leaned ever so slightly into Mike’s chest as he approached the door to the pad, the pain in his ankle slowly going away. This felt right; no girl had ever made him feel safe. He chose that moment to notice how indescribably handsome Mike was.
Mike figured that now he had to be dreaming. Davy appeared to be enjoying the fact that Mike was carrying him. ‘Easy now, it’s probably just your imagination. Don’t get carried away,’ he told himself. Once they reached the pad, he silently set Davy down on the couch and walked to the fridge to get some ice for Davy’s ankle. Even as he walked away, he could feel Davy staring at him, and he got goose bumps. He put some ice cubes in a towel and moved to sit next to Davy so he could place it on the injured singer’s purplish ankle. Before Mike could take his hand away, Davy covered it with his own and looked the lanky Texan in the eye.
“Thank-you.” He said quietly.
Mike could not bring himself to break eye contact. A surge of longing ripped through him, and before he knew what was happening, he and Davy had simultaneously leaned forward into a soft and tentative kiss. The only thing Mike could think was that Davy had incredibly soft lips, and that he was in heaven. Davy was unsure of what to do with his hands, so he placed one on the side of Mike’s chest, right over his heart, and he inwardly smiled to himself when he felt Mike’s rapid heartbeat.
Mike knew that he had to seize this opportunity. He knew that Davy was willing; hell, he was the one that initiated the kiss! He parted his lips in an invitation that Davy didn’t refuse. Mike placed his hands at the curves of Davy’s neck, fingertips lightly brushing the back of his neck. Davy shuddered and deepened the kiss. He carefully moved his ankle off the couch so he could hold Mike closer. Mike affectionately brushed Davy’s still damp bangs out of his face to get a better look at him. He broke the kiss for a few seconds while he took in the sight of Davy, breathless and glowing slightly.
“What.... what are we doing?” Mike whispered.
“I don’t know....” Davy smiled. He leaned forward to wrap his arms around Mike’s neck. “But I’m willing to give us a shot if you are.” He breathed into Mike’s ear, and a jolt of passion ran down the taller man’s back. This was just like in his dream. Next came....
Davy timidly brushed his lips against Mike’s, and in response, Mike parted his lips and took the kiss to a new level. Davy returned the kiss feverishly, and they were soon entwined in each other’s arms, the taller man covering Davy with his body while making sure not to hit Davy’s injured ankle.
His first make-out session with a guy, and Mike was reeling with pleasure. He tried to find the sensitive spots on Davy’s naked neck and chest. It wasn’t a difficult task; Mike merely thought of the sensitive spots on his own body and sought them out on Davy. From the pleasured gasps and moans that Davy produced every few seconds, Mike guessed he was doing a pretty damn good job. He strategically placed kisses along Davy’s neck and collarbone, while Davy ran his fingers through Mike’s
raven-colored waves of hair.
Davy ushered Mike back up so they could kiss again, and he reached for the buttons of Mike’s shirt. He got the first three buttons undone and slipped his hand in to caress Mike’s chest and stomach. It was a move he’d used on countless girlfriends, but he found it was more pleasurable with Mike. The low, throaty moans coming from somewhere deep within Mike’s chest turned Davy on more than any sound he’d ever heard a girl make. He pushed at Mike’s arms so that Mike was now on his back and Davy was on top. He made short work of the remaining buttons and traced an imaginary line down Mike’s stomach with his tongue. He lingered for a while just above the top of Mike’s jeans, as if waiting for him to protest. When Mike offered no resistance, Davy undid Mike’s belt buckle and pulled it away. He then pulled down the zipper as slowly as he could and Mike let out a long moan of pleasure and squirmed under the teasing touch.
Mike let his head fall back as he moved his hips in time with Davy’s caresses. He gripped the cushions of the couch in his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. Davy worked expertly between Mike’s legs and let his fingertips lightly massage Mike’s inner thighs. He could sense that Mike was dangerously close to the edge, and to his surprise, Mike held back until Davy had been pulled back up towards Mike’s face again.
“You don’t have to do that.... Not yet....” Mike’s eyes were half-shut, as if he were in a dream world, and then he kissed the other man with a passion, letting his left hand wander down to Davy’s waist and toy with the waistband of his bathing suit. He slipped his hand down the front of Davy’s tight-fitting shorts and caressed him there.
He felt Davy rise up for him, and Mike began to use more strategic moves to get Davy as excited as humanly possible. Apparently he was succeeding because from what he could see and hear, Davy was out of breath, and struggling to keep himself in check. Mike silently took pleasure in seeing Davy breathing hard, with his eyes closed, his mouth open slightly as he moved and squirmed as Mike touched him. He started noticing details that he’d never noticed about Davy before, like how he had the faintest highlights in his hair, the delicate shape of his lips, the color of his tan, how soft his skin was.... He noticed that Davy had opened his eyes.
“What are you looking at?” Davy asked curiously, and quietly, as he was having trouble catching his breath.
“Just you....” Mike smiled, holding off his efforts so he could pull Davy down for a kiss.
It was at that moment that a car door slam was heard out in the driveway.
Both men froze, paralyzed with fear. When they heard voices getting closer, they ripped themselves from their embrace as quickly as they could and jumped to opposite sides of the couch. Mike zipped up his jeans and kicked his belt under the couch, while Davy used a pillow to hide his arousal as best he could. He grabbed the forgotten towel of ice and placed it on his ankle just as the door opened, revealing Micky and Peter, carrying bags of groceries.
“Hey! You lazy-assess wanna give us a hand?” Micky joked.
Mike gave a frightened look to Davy and got up to take a bag from Micky.
Peter followed, also carrying groceries, but he noticed Davy’s ankle. “Davy babe, what happened to you?”
“I fell off the surfboard....” Davy replied shyly.
Micky clicked his tongue and gave Davy a noogie. “I told you not to try without me around!! Now see what happens when ya don’t take my advice?”
“Usually when I don’t take your advice, something good happens, how should I know this time would be different?”
Mike smiled to himself, happy that Davy had chosen not to take Micky’s advice that particular day, because something good had happened.
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