Part III: The Finale
By Chantal
floor. What the hell?!"
"Like games, huh?!"
Micky tried to sit up, "Davy?!"
Davy straddled Micky's waist and ripped opened his shirt.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"You liked it when that bitch did it to you, I thought I'd give it a try!" he leaned down and firmly pressed his lips down on Micky's. His weight was heavy, pinning Micky's arms to his sides so he couldn't move.
"Stop it Davy! It shouldn't be like this!" he struggled to get him off.
"It was okay for 'er but not me?!"
"If you'd stop and let me the fuck up, I will..."
"Shut up! Davy began unbuckling his own pants.
"Davy, Davy no! You won't do this to me! I won't let you!"
"Make me stop! Davy wickedly smiled.
Micky, with all of his strength, pushed Davy off of him and to the floor. "Don't ever do that to me again! Do you understand?!"
Davy sat up and insanely laughed, "I know you were turned on. That hard-on in your pants tells the story."
"Yeah, god-dammit, you turned me on, but I don't want you to force me to have sex with you just because you're pissed at me!"
Davy stood up, "You fucked her tonight after you and I were together. I'm not good enough for you?! How could you do this to me?!"
"There's no sense in talking to you. You wouldn't understand. Micky climbed the spiral staircase and slammed his bedroom door.
Davy stood at the foot of the stairs staring upwards with pure evil in his eyes. "Oh that does it." he whispered. "You have just met your worst nightmare."
~~~
A small chill woke me during my blissful sleep. Turning over on the couch I noticed Micky wasn't there. I couldn't believe he'd leave without saying goodbye. I sat up and stretched.
Eyeing the clock on the wall, it read 4:36 a.m. I got up and grabbed my robe and panties and willed myself off the couch. There laying on the stairs was Micky's jacket. I picked it up and pressed it against my face. I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I had to get back to sleep but my body was too wired. I searched my dresser for the piece of paper Micky scribbled his phone number on. Once discovered, I picked up the phone and carefully dialed. The phone rang three times before being answered.
"Hello?" the unfamiliar voice said.
"Micky?"
"No, its Mike. Who's this?"
Shit, now what? "The private investigator he hired."
"Calling kind of late."
"I know, we uh... had a meeting earlier and I've been up all night trying to sort out our discussion."
"About? I thought he only hired you to find Davy?"
Great, he's smart. "He did, but we still had some loose ends to.... Look," I sighed, "is Micky around?"
"He's asleep."
"Oh."
"Something I could help you with?"
"No, thanks. Just tell him to call me later okay?"
"Okay."
I hung up. I climbed in the bed with Micky's jacket wrapped around me and went to sleep.
Mike sat in the kitchen sipping coffee while reading the newspaper. He waited for Micky to come down stairs so he could talk to him. 9:30 a.m. Micky walked zombie like down the stairs into the kitchen. Mike slightly chuckled to himself. Micky raised his eyebrow, questioning Mike's sudden bout of giggles.
"Something funny? Micky asked.
"No. Just wondering how you are managing a sex life with both Davy and the P.I?"
"I'm not." he sat down and laid his head on the table.
"If you would have just stayed with me things wouldn't have been this complicated, but you wanted Davy."
"I know, I know."
Mike folded up the newspaper and patted Micky's unruly curls. "Listen, the P.I called you this morning. She sounded ---horny."
Micky smiled, "I bet."
"Listen, you have to end this. Either be with Davy or be with her, whatever your decision, do it!"
Micky got up and slapped Mike on the back.
"Thanks."
~~~
I had an eerie feeling about today. I knew something was going to happen, but what, I had no clue. I was certain I'd have words with Davy again over Micky, and I'd have my romp with the curly haired sweetheart, but I still felt uneasy. My watch read 9:30 a.m. I was in no mood to go into work, so I called Julie and told he to take care of things for me.
10:45 a.m. the doorbell rang. I laid my notebook down and walked gingerly to the door. "Yeah?"
"It's me Chantal."
With a satisfied grin, I opened the door. "Mr. Dolenz."
"May I?"
I stepped aside and invited him in.
"I'm mad that you left without saying goodbye."
Micky shoved his hands in his pockets. There was a seriousness in his eyes that both turned me on and scared me.
"What wrong? I whispered.
"This...this is wrong. I can't go on like this."
I didn't respond. Instead I took a seat on the couch and crossed my legs.
"Did you hear me?" he asked.
"I heard you Micky and I'm sorry Im keeping you from Davy."
Confused, Micky took a seat next to me. "Look it's not that I don't find you attractive because God knows I do ---and if there wasn't a Davy I'd..."
I stood. Fine Micky, whatever. I went to the closet and took out his jacket. "You forgot this. I tossed it to him.
"Oh. He stood up. I leaned against the closet door waiting on whatever was going to happen next.
"So, you're giving up?" he questioned.
"What do you want me to do Micky? Continue this battle over you? I know you are getting a huge thrill from this, but I'm tired, so if you would excuse me, I have some work to do. I walked to the front door and waited for him to leave. Slowly he approached me. My heart was beating so fast, but I remained calm.
"Thanks for everything."
I nodded. Just as I was about to close the door, Micky pushed it back open, making me stumble backwards.
"We aren't done yet." he tossed his jacket to the floor and pulled me to him. He kissed me passionately, hungry with desire. I wrapped my arms around his neck feeling the warmth of his tongue dance with my mine. He lifted me from the floor; I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands on my hips. He swung me around and pressed me against the door. I quickly ripped off his shirt burying my head in his chest, sucking, and nibbling his deliciously hard nipples. I unwrapped my legs and fell like
liquid to my knees, kissing and licking my way down his stomach. I unzipped his pants, pulling them and his underwear down to his ankles. I rubbed my hands together and caressed an already impressively hard cock. I touched from his swollen balls, up to the head of his cock. Although I knew how much he wanted me to blow him, he'd have to wait.
I took off my shirt and unzipped my shorts. I moved his throbbing cock across my neck, down to my breasts allowing it to caress my erect nipples. Pressing my breasts together, Micky's cock found a home between them, gliding up and down.
"Oh, stop teasing and suck me!" he groaned.
I continued, not paying attention to his cries of passion. I made small kisses up the shaft of his deep red member. My hands caressing his thighs, up his tight ass giving it a squeeze.
"Chantal, please." he begged.
My hands traveled back to his cock, stroking it up and down, feeling it pulsate in my hands. I lowered my mouth over his cock, sliding it slowly in and out. My eyes never leaving his. My mouth following my hand in a rhythm that I knew Micky enjoyed. My free hand gently squeezed his balls. I could feel the tightness growing inside them. Without hesitation, Micky stepped away and pulled me up. I hurried out of my shorts and panties just before he lifted me up again; my legs wrapped about his waist. I was pressed against the wall, my hands pinned above me being held by his. His cock thrusting deep inside me, grinding me into pure bliss. My legs gripped tightly around him, holding on for support. His lips brushed against my ear, warm and wet. "You tricked me."
I didn't, no I couldn't respond. My body was shaking with an intense orgasm, one after another. No sooner than my last orgasm, Micky, his head on my neck, bucked and jerked releasing himself inside me. He let my wrists go and I kissed him sweetly on the lips. "No, I didn't trick you Micky. You wanted to stay."
"You're right. I did."
~~~
"Where is he? Davy asked.
Mike shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure."
"Don't lie Mike, you know good and well where the hell he is.
"Give him time to talk to her okay? I'm sure when he gets home you and he will be together."
Davy paced the living room for a few minutes. "I can't stand this."
"Where are you going?"
"I'll be back. He walked out.
"Davy! Davy, wait.. Mike sighed and took a seat on the couch. "I just hope there won't be any trouble.
"I gotta go. Micky said.
I kissed his cheek. "Okay."
"I'll see you later."
I smiled and opened the door. I kissed him again and said goodbye.
Micky walked down the steps and down the long walkway just as Davy was coming up.
"Davy, what are you doing here?"
"Did you tell 'er?" he sounded hopeful.
"We talked."
"And?"
Micky couldn't lie to him. "Davy, um.."
"Nothing's changed 'as it? 'as it?!"
"Davy..."
Davy pushed him aside and ran up the steps. "Open this door bitch! He banged on the door.
"Davy, stop! Micky yelled.
I opened the door. "What the hell is going on?"
"You ---you walked in our lives and you think youre going to just walk out with Micky?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. I looked at Micky in bewilderment.
"Don't act innocent. You and Micky are bloody together, aren't you?!"
I planted my hands on my hips. "And what if we are together?"
Micky's eyes widened, "Chantal!"
"Well you'll never 'ave 'im! Never! He reached in his pocket and took out a gun.
"Davy, no! Micky screamed. "Don't do this!"
I slowly stepped down the steps and carefully approached Davy. "Listen, I didn't know it was this serious between you and Micky. I'm sorry okay. It's over. I'm serious. We said goodbye. So, please put the gun down."
Davy looked at Micky. "Is that the truth?"
Micky nervously shook his head, "Yeah, its over!"
"You're lying!" he pointed the gun at Micky then at me.
"I love you Davy. That's the truth. Honestly I do! Micky begged.
"You're lying!"
Throwing caution to the wind I reached for the gun. Struggling trying to free it from Davy's hand, Micky joined in the tussle. BANG, went the gun. We looked at each other hoping neither one of us were hit. Two remained standing, one slumped to the ground. It was truly over this time.
~~~
9:55 p.m. I began gathering my things to head for home. Tears fell from my eyes as I thought about Micky's funeral. I cried at my best friend, and partners funeral and I cried again today. Accident or not, the pain was still as terrible as Michael's death. I cared for him and I cared about Micky. I realized after our last time together that I only wanted him because I felt Michael was taken away from me, but soon I wanted Micky for Micky, not because of the loss of Michael.
We did decide to just be friends and go our separate ways that day. It was hard, but I knew who his heart belonged to. We said goodbye, but I had no I idea it would be our last.
I haven't seen nor talked to Davy since the funeral. He tried to blame me for Micky's death, but if it weren't for him bringing the gun, Micky would still be alive. I could imagine how torn up he was, but I felt I'd be a hypocrite to try and console him. Why should I? I still didn't like the man, but we, for a short time shared the love of one beautiful person. I truly miss him.
9:59 p.m. I grabbed my briefcase and coat with my cigarette hanging from my lips and clicked off the light. The Dolenz/Jones case was officially closed.
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