By Disappearing Woolhat
Sir Mike, the Wise.
Sir Micky, the pure.
Sir Peter, the not at all close to being as wise as Sir Mike, who almost understood the meaning of 2 + 2,
who nearly stood up to the vicious davy devotee, and who personally wet himself in a confrontation with a three toed sloath.
And the aptly named, Sir Davy-Not-Really-Appearing-In-This-Fic-Much.
***
"Try it again Mick."
He turned the key, but the engine didn't even give a roar as a sign of life. Mike sighed and leaned back in the passenger seat. Peter had his head stuck between the front headrests and sighed in suit.
"Well, what are we going to do, Mike?" Micky crossed his arms with a worried look on his usually happy
face.
"I don't know! Why the hell did Davy insist on us meeting him at that cabin anyway? The Monkeemobile isn't made for traveling through northern Californian mountains in the winter. I don't care if it is Yosemite National Freakin Park."
Peter sat back, trying to think. The others were doing the same, but getting much further than the
hippie. Finally he sat up.
"Well, guys," said Peter. "I guess there's nothing to do but for me to go for help!"
Mike raised an eyebrow and looked over to Peter.
"Are you sure, Pete? It's freezing out there! And you probably won't even be able to get the door open. And there's nothing for miles," Mike drawled.
Peter put on a brave face. "Don't worry, Mike. I was an Indian guide. See?" He pointed to his feet.
"I've got moccasins!"
He rolled down the window and shimmied out. Before he walked away, he put his face up to the window.
"I'll just go see if there's any one in that cabin I saw a few miles back!"
Micky just shook his head, knowing it was useless to try to stop someone as stupid as Peter.
"Micky, we can't just let him go like that."
"Well, I don't know what else we can do. One of us has to go for help. Man, is it freezing!"
Mike looked over at Micky. No wonder! He was cold in his jeans, boots, button up shirt and leather jacket. Of course Micky would be freezing in polyester pants and a shirt that was slit open to mid chest. Where did he think they were going? A night club? Club Tree and A Few Bushes?
"Think of something warm," he suggested. "Like fire."
"Okay." Micky was silent for a while. "Ah! Now I feel even colder. Good job, Mike."
Mike turned to look at him. "Sorry, it sounded like a good idea. Think of something cold then-"
"Thinking of things aren't going to work Mike...My brain doesn't run the way yours does. Unless we have a fire here, it doesn't do any good to think about one. I mean, you could think of anything warm and we wouldn't have it available. Fire, a heater, a pizza, hot chocolate..."
Micky blabbed on and on, listing all the warm things he could think of, while Mike just let his eyes wander over Micky's body. Oh, he was beginning to feel hot alright. And Micky sure looked sizzling in that-
"Coffee, smores, salsa...even though I guess that's more spicy hot-"
"Sex," Mike muttered.
"What was that Mike?"
"Um...nothing." He bit his lip and turned away from his friend. "Uh...well, I did hear one thing that is
supposed to keep you warm in a situation like this. And it would be available..."
Micky almost pounced on the Texan. "What is it? I'll do anything!"
Mike gulped, then continued. "They say that body heat is the best way...but...you..."
Micky eyed Mike confusidly. It was unlike him to be so uncertain when talking.
"What is it?"
"The best way to use body heat is when you're naked. And kinda...holding onto someone else..."
Micky's eyes grew wide. "Are you suggesting that we get naked and snuggle?!"
Mike looked into Micky's eyes for some sort of sign, but didn't find one. "Yes."
"Okay!" Micky pulled off his shirt, glancing sideways at Mike. "Well, undress! Let's get warm!"
Soon both were quite naked and cuddling in the front seat, neither looking down for fear of embarresment. Mike almost decided to steal a glance when Micky spoke up.
"Mike."
"What."
"I'm still really, really cold."
"Me too."
Micky sighed and pulled the Texan closer. "This isn't going to work. We need to get warmer."
Mike looked over at him, resisting all urges to kiss his pouting lips, even though he didn't even know
where the urges were coming from. "What do you suggest then, Mick?"
Micky pushed him back into his seat and brought himself around to straddle Mike's lap. For the first
time, Mike let his eyes trail downward, lingering for a moment at the stomache, then finally on dowards to confirm with his eyes what he had already felt against his leg.
Gulp. "Alright..."
He looked up just as Micky brought their faces closer together and lightly brushed his lips upon the taller man's. Mike wondered how it had come to this, but right now, nothing like that really mattered. He brushed his fingertips against Micky's cheek, deepening the kiss. The other's hands were already
trailing down Mike's chest, stopping to rub against the erect nipples. The Texan moaned into Micky's
mouth.
"Mm...we should have thought of this earlier. I'm feeling warmer already."
Micky nodded to show he agreed and continued to travel down, past Mike's stomach, stroking the growing erection. Mike involuntarily moved his hips upward, thumping Micky's head against the roof of the car.
"Ouch!" Micky rubbed the injured spot.
"Back seat?"
"Back seat."
<<<INTERMISSION>>>
Peter sat by the edge of the road in the snow.
"Of course glittery pink horny toad. I wanna go to your magical kingdom of hot chocolate streams and
candy corn stones!"
<<<END of INTERMISSION>>>
"Oh, Micky, don't stop...mmm..." Mike moved his head back to give Micky access to the skin below his jaw, where the curly top was planting soft bites and kisses. He was currently giving Mike a hand job, and a damned good one at that. But it wasn't quite enough.
"Micky...wait." He stopped and sat up slightly.
"What is it Mike?" His eyes were worried. Had he done something wrong? Perhaps Mike was having second thoughts.
But Mike banished all those thoughts from Micky's mind when he pulled the other into a long drawn out kiss. He kissed his way along Micky's jaw, stopping just at his ear to whisper, "I want you...I want to be inside you."
Micky gulped. He hadn't really thought about that...but hadn't he always wanted to be with Mike?
It had been a fantasy of his for years, and now was his chance to have that come true.
He nodded slowly, and Mike tenderly turned him over to his stomach, kissing in between his beautiful shoulder blades and trailing a finger down his spine. He slowly pushed a finger into Micky's entrance, letting the other get used to the feel. Micky clenched his teeth at the pain, hoping that it would soon go away and he would feel the pleasure he had always anticipated.
Another finger, slow, agonizing, and then they were gone, only to be filled by something bigger. Mike
felt Micky's body tense up at the intrusion.
"I'm sorry Mick," he murmured into the other's back. "You want me to stop?"
Micky shook his head no. "No, please...go ahead."
Mike pushed in until he was burried in Micky and started to move in and out. Soon, Micky's groans of
pain were replaced by moans of pleasure as Mike hit a spot inside him he wasn't aware of. Mike's motions became faster, more hurried as he began to reach a climax. He took a hold of Micky's errection and began to pump him in rhythm, enciting even more moans from the drummer.
He soon had Micky crying out as he reached his climax and clenched his muscles around Mike's errection. Mike soon followed, collapsing with Micky in a sweaty pile in the back seat. He pulled himself away from the other man and sat on the floor, face level with Micky's, whose eyes were peacefully closed. He leaned over and placed a kiss on the sweaty forhead.
"Mike."
"What."
"I'm warm now."
"Me too."
<<<>>>
"Took you blokes long enough to get up 'ere! The girls were dissapointed and they left!"
Peter frowned. "Snow bunnies allllll gone?"
"Yes, Pete, all gone. What took you so long?"
Mike sighed and crossed his arms. "We got stranded in the Monkee Mobile. And then there was lots of snow and freezing death was looking us in the eye."
"Alright, alright, don't look at me like that. 'ow was I to know that would 'appen? And you don't 'ave
to exagerate like that."
They sat there silent for a moment, before Davy spoke up once more.
"So, ah, 'ow did you get here then?"
"Some trucker found us," Micky explained. "He helped get the snow from around the car and then gave us a jump. Then we found Peter a ways up the road in the opposite direction he was supposed to have gone-" he gave Peter a look, then continued "-and he was having a nice conversation with a glittery pink horny toad."
"With wings," Peter added with a grin.
Davy nodded his almost not quite sincere appologies and walked into the kitchenette.
"That still doesn't make up for all the lady birds leaving. You should 'ave seen the looks on their faces when you didn't get 'ere in time."
Mike and Micky exchanged a glance, positively happy that they had gotten some and Davy hadn't.
"Oh, I don't know, Dave," Mike drawled. "I think they would have been a mite disappointed anyhow."
"'ows that, Mike?"
Mike didn't answer, but tightened the grip he had on Micky's hand. Micky looked over at him, his eyes
mixed with love and lust. He leaned over to whisper into Mike's ear.
"Hey, you wanna go get stranded?"
Mike bolted off the couch and sprinted towards the door with Micky in tow.
"Hell yeah!"
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