Part II
by HMC
Mike walked up the stairs to the bedroom that all four of them shared. Davy was lying down on his bed reading a book, and his face lit up when he saw Mike. The taller man smiled a sly little smile and shut the door behind him.
“Where’re Micky and Peter?” Davy asked, cautiously.
“Checking out a new club in town.” Mike stated. “They left about an hour ago, and you know them. If they don’t come back after twenty minutes, they don’t come back until all hours of the night.” He moved to sit on the edge of Davy’s bed, lying down so he was side by side with the young Englishman. He placed an arm around Davy’s shoulders and pulled him closer so that he could rest his head on Mike’s chest. “Y’know I’ve been thinking these past few days.... Are you sure about us?”
For one frightening moment, Davy thought he was being rejected. Was Mike backing out so soon? Maybe he had been too forward and now Mike was freaking out! He kept his head on Mike’s chest, not brave enough to look up. “Well.... I mean Yes! I want to give us a try! I’ve.... well, I’ve never been in a relationship with a guy before.... but I figure what the hell? I really care about you a lot, y’know. Why, Mike? Do you.... Do you think it’s not such a good idea? Because I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do really, you know that, and---”
“Davy.” Mike interrupted.
“Hm?”
“C’mere.”
Mike cupped Davy’s face with his hand and pulled him up for a kiss. It started off simple, with lips pressed against lips and nothing more. But when Mike slipped his tongue into Davy’s mouth, a small, pleasured whimper escaped from the Englishman’s throat. That was all Mike needed; he rolled over so that he could straddle the younger man and covered him with kisses. Davy wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck, pulling him in closer, kissing his closed eyelids.
Mike soon realized that this was going to go further than just a little make-out session, just like last time. From the way Davy was grinding himself against Mike’s crotch, that much was known. His partner was very turned on, and he was also. His heart beat faster as he realized he wanted to go into uncharted territory, and take control of the situation. He felt this desire to possess Davy, to take him to the heights of ecstasy, to be in control of his partner’s pleasure, but more than anything, he wanted to make Davy come and come hard.
He knew this much so far: while Davy was usually the one to make the first move with women, he hesitated to initiate anything with Mike unless encouraged. Mike decided to give him just such encouragement. He slid a hand under Davy’s shirt, caressing the taut skin of his chest, and stopping at one of Davy’s nipples. He gently brushed his hand against it, and Davy let his head fall back onto the pillow as he let out another moan. “Mike....” he whispered, as his coherent thoughts were pushed back to make way for the pleasure building up inside him.
“Hm,” he murmured as he nuzzled Davy’s neck. He proceeded to unbutton Davy’s shirt and trail kisses over his smooth chest, mapping out sensitive spots that he could use to his advantage later.
Davy sighed as Mike began to move steadily downward. He unzipped Davy’s pants and pulled them down only slightly at first, giving him better access to Davy’s stomach and hips. Davy squirmed somewhat impatiently, wanting to be freed of his clothing completely, but not having the strength, or state of mind to do it himself. So he spread his arms and lay flat on the bed, opening himself up to whatever sensations came. He gasped when he realized that a particularly sensitive spot on his body had been discovered. A bolt of pleasure shot up his spine, and he could feel himself getting stiffer and stiffer. ‘God, this is almost too good to bear....’ he thought to himself.
Mike noticed that Davy took a sharp breath when he ran his tongue over the smaller man’s hipbone. He smiled, making a mental note that that spot got a particularly good response. He lingered there for just a little while longer, kissing and sucking at the delicate flesh before removing Davy’s pants and underwear.
Davy was beginning to see stars as Mike began to tease him with his tongue. He clenched his fists, needing something to grab onto, or he would come and it would be all over too soon. He didn’t want to distract Mike, so he reached up and grabbed the headboard, gripping it with all his might, and Mike continued to tease him.
Mike had never sucked a cock before, but he knew what he liked to have done to him.... he remembered some of the moves his old girlfriends had used on him. He decided to mimic their motions, lightly touching the head of Davy’s erect cock with his tongue, running his fingertips up and down the shaft, and finally, taking Davy into his mouth completely. The reactions he was getting from Davy were all well and good; the ragged breathing, the low moans every now and then, but Mike love to hear him whimper, something about knowing Davy was about to lose control tempted him. So, he decided to put Davy’s erogenous zone into good use. As he continued to work on Davy’s cock, Mike moved his hands up to the Englishman’s hipbones, using his thumbs to lightly caress him there. He moved his thumbs in slow, rhythmic circles, and soon Davy was keeping the tempo by moving his hips in time with them. Mike finally got the whimper he’d been waiting for, and went straight to the grand finale. He went down on Davy with such vigor that the young Englishman was caught off-guard by the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.
Davy desperately held onto the headboard and arched his back as he came with all his might. His climax was accompanied by a loud ‘ugh’, and Mike swallowed every drop of him.
Mike kissed his way back up so that he was once again face to face with Davy. He brushed the damp strands of hair off Davy’s now sweat streaked forehead, and kissed him gently, bringing him out of his pleasure-induced reverie.
“Y’know something?” Davy asked, trembling from the waves of pleasure that had just ripped through his body.
“What?
“This isn’t fair.”
“Huh?”
“I’m naked and your not.” Davy smiled.
“Let’s fix that, shall we?” He chuckled and removed his shirt as Davy got to work on the buckle of Mike’s belt. Finally, Mike was as naked as his partner was, and he leaned down to cover Davy’s body with his own.
They were caught up in a fiery kiss, when Davy moved his hand down to stroke Mike’s hard penis. He moaned into Davy’s mouth at the contact, moving his hips to get closer.
Out of breath, Mike broke the kiss and leaned over so that his mouth was right next to Davy’s ear. “Would you like to try something with me?” He whispered, his voice heavy with lust.
At first, Davy wasn’t quite sure what Mike was implying. “What?”
“You’ll have to trust me....” He kissed Davy’s ear, tracing the outline of it with his teeth.
Davy was too consumed with passion to care what Mike wanted to do. “I trust you....”
Mike pulled himself away just enough to reach into Davy’s bedside table drawer. Rummaging around, he found what he was looking for. Suntan lotion: perfect. When Davy saw it, he realized what Mike was talking about. The thought of being penetrated by the tall, dark, and handsome man on top of him erased any doubt about whether or not he wanted to try it.
Mike kissed Davy again and then gently directed him to roll onto his stomach. Davy did so, his heart beating faster. Mike kissed the back of Davy’s neck to give him the reassurance that everything would be okay, and squirted some lotion into his hand. Applying it carefully, he positioned himself and twined his fingers with Davy’s, entered him slowly, giving both of them time to adjust.
Davy gasped, jumping at the unfamiliar feeling. The initial sensation was pain, but as Mike developed a slow, gentle rhythm, the pain faded away, and a faint hint of pleasure took its place. Davy was just getting into it when a sudden burst of pleasure ripped through his lower region. Apparently, there was a spot inside of him that he hadn’t even known about, but now that Mike had found it, each thrust sent shivers up and down his body. He moaned and buried his face in the pillow, holding back for as long as he could stand it.
Mike was savoring the feeling of being buried inside the warmth that was Davy. He had sensed that Davy wasn’t completely comfortable at first, and he began to worry and thought about stopping, but then the younger man’s thin body had relaxed, and Mike heard a long, low moan of pleasure, and he knew that the pleasure was now mutual. He quickened the tempo of their lovemaking, going over the edge first, and he felt Davy shudder under him; the unmistakable sign that he had come as well.
Mike felt the strain of holding himself up begin to take effect. He withdrew, collapsing on top of his smaller partner. After he caught his breath, he left light kisses between Davy’s shoulder blades moved to lie down next to him.
Davy hadn’t moved since their climax, he found he didn’t have the energy to move anyway. Mike settled in next to him, and they kissed affectionately, basking in the glow of their experience.
“You okay?” Mike whispered.
“More than okay....” Davy replied drowsily. “That was amazing.” He smiled. “I owe you one.” He added.
Mike grinned and kissed Davy’s forehead. Drawing him into the circle of his arms, Mike stroked Davy’s arm with his fingertips, unknowingly lulling Davy to sleep. When he thought to look down again, Davy was dead to the world, his breathing light and steady, holding Mike close even in sleep.
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Some hours later, they were still locked in each other’s embrace under the covers Mike had pulled over them both. Although Davy had fallen asleep a while ago, Mike lay awake, aware that Peter and Micky would be home soon, and to be caught naked in bed with his roommate would just make things more complicated than they needed to be. It was midnight before Mike found the will power to tear himself from Davy’s arms, which were circled around his waist.
He pulled on his jeans and sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, while Davy slept soundly still. He turned to find that Davy had his arm around his pillow, like he had reached out for Mike in his sleep and gotten the pillow instead. Mike smiled to himself and pulled the covers up over Davy’s shoulders, dropping a kiss on his forehead before standing up. He then went to lie in his own bed that was regrettably on the other side of the room.
Only fifteen minutes later he heard the downstairs door open, and the excited voices of Micky and Peter, who stumbled quickly, up the stairs. They were obviously burnt from the night’s activities; Micky was slightly drunk and very tired, while Peter was stoned and also tired. They each muttered a ‘hello’ and a ‘goodnight’ as they collapsed into their beds, asleep as soon as they hit the pillow.
Mike felt conflicted about keeping such a monumental secret from his friends, but what would the consequences be? The band would never be the same; that much was clear. But did they really need to know? Did Davy want to tell them? ‘Too many questions,’ he thought.
“Oh, well.” He whispered to himself. “Tomorrow’s gonna be another day.”
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