“Try and sleep,” coaxed Micky soothing voice above him.
Davy couldn’t have answered if he tried; he simply allowed his head to drop into Micky’s welcoming lap as he gave into sleep, still feeling the gentle touch of his friend’s hand stroking his hair.

Micky looked down at the young face cradled in his lap. How did Davy get himself into these messes? Did he voluntarily go looking for trouble? Micky knew that Mike was growing impatient of Davy’s all night parties and he didn’t want to see an end to the band because Davy was thinking with his dick.... again.

Micky grew tired himself; he had been awake for the most of the night waiting for the others to return. He didn’t know why he wasn’t interested in going out anymore. After all the others frequented the bars most nights, almost begging him to join them. True, they never went out as a band anymore, they had grown too far apart for socialising but they all enjoyed Micky’s company. They would vie for his attention and he knew he was the cause of most of the arguments, especially between Mike and Davy. Yet, Micky didn’t want to believe he was that special at all, he was just Micky. As his thoughts toyed with his mind, he gave into a fitful sleep.

“You’ve fuckin’ done it again, haven’t you?”

The rough, aggressive whisper startled Davy, who craned his neck to the culprit who had disturbed him.

“Mike, nice to see you’ve not lost your sympathetic touch?”

The searing pain marred Davy’s sarcasm across his face but he wasn’t about to let Mike’s jealously get the better of him. Pulling himself up to face his opponent, Davy stared deep at Mike through his swollen eyes.

“That boy needs to wake up and smell the seduction,” sneered Mike. “After all, he’s gotta be used’ta you by now. You’re not the subtle type really.”

“Fuck off,” replied Davy, wiping the dried blood from the corner of his mouth. “You don’t know what you’re fuckin’ talking about. If anyone is playing the jealous boyfriend, it’s you?”

Mike was in no mood to be jerked around. He swiftly grabbed Davy from his seat and hoisted him upright. His eyes flashed as he took the stand over the small man, he knew he was in control and what better way to act upon it.

“You’re lucky I don’t finish what those guys started last night,” he warned.

Davy didn’t give an inch. He knew Mike wouldn’t try anything, with Micky sleeping only a few inches away. He simply smiled the best he could through the cuts and bruises, accentuating his victory. Mike released his grasp.

“I’ll save it until you’re healed,” he sneered. “No fun if I can’t see the damage.”

“Mornin’ guys,” interrupted Micky, smiling sweetly at the two men in front of him.

“Mick, I’m gonna need you to run through some numbers with me today,” said Mike, his voice remaining calm.

“Sure Mike. Can we do it later though? I’m kinda busy this morning.” He motioned to where Davy was, indicating his plans.

“That’s cool, I’m going out,” came the gruff response as Mike left the house.

Davy couldn’t keep the smile from his face. He loved getting one over on Mike and with Micky it was even more of a triumph. He shuffled back to the couch, his body hunch over like an elderly man some fifty years his senior. Every inch of his body ached and he didn’t dare look in a mirror to see the state of his face. He lifted his hand to his eye to inspect the damage.

“It doesn’t look that bad,” came the reply.

“You’re just being kind,” he answered. “I can guess what I look like. Man, if I ever get my hands on that bitch, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” asked Micky. “Hit her, beat her into submission. It’s not your style, man. Besides how are you gonna take on the other four?”

Davy smiled, seeing sense. “Ok, ok, so there ain’t much I can do but fuck! Am I the most pathetic idiot you have ever seen?”

Micky inspected his friend. Sure the sight of Davy’s perfect complexion reduced to a mass of bruises, cuts and blood wasn’t pleasant, but it was still Davy. Micky had always had a respect for the Englishman. His way of acting, his charm and wit with women and his boyish good looks, Micky couldn’t help but be jealous.

“No, sure I have seen ya look better, but you’re no idiot Davy. You’re just unlucky.”

“Thanks man, I can always guarantee on some kind words from you.”

Micky blushed. “Hey, that’s what I’m here for? Why don’t you take a bath and I’ll make you some hot soup?”

Although his head was pounding and his body ached, Davy knew that the acceleration in his heartbeat had nothing to do with the attack, but his body’s reaction to what Micky had just said. He stared intently into those soft brown eyes and without a reply, placed a soft kiss on Micky’s inviting mouth.

“Only if you come with me,” he whispered.

Micky broke from the kiss and leaped up off the couch, not quite sure what to do next. He knew that the stirring in his pants wasn’t coming from the thought of making soup. He had a genuine attraction to Davy; one he wasn’t quite sure how to handle.

“Um…Davy. I..I.. I’m…um….not sure that would be….um…a good idea.”

Davy grinned sexily at his prey. He wasn’t about to let Micky off that easily. Something inside him was awakened by that kiss, a feeling that wasn’t going to subside.

“Micky, babe, you don’t have to play coy with me.”

Micky gulped. How could this be happening? He was just trying to be nice, no more. Micky hated confrontation of any form but it had to be said. He couldn’t have Davy thinking anything could happen between them, it just wasn’t to be.

“I’m not. I’m sorry Davy but it ain’t gonna happen.”

Davy seemed genuinely shocked by Micky’s dismal of his actions. He was convinced that if no woman could resist him, why not any man? Davy’s paranoia was slowly eating into him and he was blaming his recent attack for Micky’s rejection.

“Micky, I’m sorry. You know I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt our friendship but I just thought that you wanted more.”

Davy knew exactly which buttons to push and how to turn on the guilt, he had done it his whole life and the situation with Micky was no different.

“I’m sorry too,” was all Micky could say. “Have your bath and I’ll make you some food.”

Reluctantly Davy headed to the bathroom. He couldn’t understand what he had done wrong but he would have to admit defeat for the time being at least.

* * * * * *

Micky had been worrying all afternoon after the events that had transpired earlier that day. He had managed to keep himself busy and avoid Davy, who had spent most of the day sleeping. Micky was racked with guilt blaming himself for Davy’s interruption of his kindness. He hated that he couldn't be more like the others and lash out occasionally. It was very rare for Micky to even raise his voice and although he would make the odd comment, it was seen to the rest as out of character and never taken that seriously.

“Where’s is the little bastard then?” came a voice from behind, tearing into Micky’s thoughts.

“Mike. Hey. If ya mean Davy, he’s sleeping.”

“Shame they didn’t send him to sleep permanently?”

“C’mon Mike, you don’t mean that,” said Micky, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Don’t I? That little prick has brought me nothing but problems, he’s a fuckin’ liability.”

Mike was pacing as he spoke his body tense with anger; nothing was ever cut and dry when it came to his thoughts of Davy. Micky, on the other hand, was a different matter altogether.

“Mike, please. I know you don’t like each other but please try and get along, for my sake.”

Micky placed his hand gently on Mike’s arm, sending electric ripples of excitement coursing through his body. Mike knew what he wanted and now he had the perfect solution to getting his own way.

“You care about Davy, don’tcha ya?” he finally said, after a moments silence.

“I guess,” answered Micky, his cheeks flushing. “But no more than I do about you and Peter.”

Mike smiled. “You wanna prove that then?”

“What do you mean?”

Mike seized Micky roughly round the waist and drew him up close for a kiss. Micky was stunned but the force of Mike’s hands across his back made it hard for him to resist. Mike kissed him again, slowly licking the inside of Micky’s mouth with tongue.

“You’d let Davy do this, wouldn’t ya?” he breathed, nibbling at Micky’s ear.
“ Uh-huh,” murmured Micky, barely able to get the words out.

Mike slid him down on the bed, holding Micky’s hands over his head he straddled across his slim figure. Mike was enjoying himself now, he had Micky exactly where he wanted him and he knew that Micky had no chance of stopping him.

“You excite me,” he whispered, as he unbuttoned Micky’s shirt and played with the few hairs scattered on his chest.

“I do?”

“Ssh, don’t talk,” answered Mike, running his fingers over the soft warm lips. “I have a better plan in store for that mouth.”

He sat up and unbuckled his jeans to allow the mound building beneath to escape. Micky began to tremble slightly. It wasn’t that he wasn’t turned on, he was, but he was scared of what Mike was expecting him to do.

“Come here?” Mike beckoned.

Micky edged forward as Mike kissed him again. He tried to relax as Mike’s and lead down to where his erection was waiting took his hand. As Micky closed his hand around the hot throbbing member, his fears began to fade. He began to slowly run his hand up and down the shaft all the while hearing pleasurable moans escaping from Mike’s mouth. Hearing this, his confidence soared as he replaced his hand with his mouth.

Mike smiled, as he felt Micky’s hot mouth encase his dick. He had won, got one over on Davy and he was gonna let him know who was boss. Mike thrust his hips high in the air as he slowly fucked Micky’s mouth, gasping and moaning as the rhythm built. He grasped at Micky’s soft brown curls and drove his head down harder onto his cock. Just as he felt he couldn’t take anymore he came, continuing to move as a delightful shudder ran down his body.

“Who’d you want to take care of now?” he grinned, looking down at the contented figure lying in his arms.