I'm writing this story, sort of as a big FUCK YOU to the people who believe that gay people shouldn't be married. Love is love, and I know I won't change the world, but I do know that love is all you need.

-Mama Nez

If Mike had thought it through, he wouldn't have walked out of that jewelry store with that band for Micky; he wouldn't have picked it out so carefully.  He even amazed himself when he was sitting in the monkeemobile holding it up to the sunlight. It was solid gold, simple, and the engraving inside was 'I will always love you, now and forever'. He would have bought Micky a diamond, but Micky wasn't a girl, even if he did act pretty feminine sometimes. But he figured, when they were filthy rich, sitting in their mansion, wearing nothing but their boxer shorts and feather boas, that Micky would be dripping in only the most finely cut diamonds.

Nothin' was too good for his Micky.

He put the ring back in the box, and into his jean jacket pocket, where he would reveal it to his lover over a candle-lit dinner. Davy and Peter wouldn't be home, and even if they knew about his and Micky's relationship, they would never understand what he was about to do. As he drove home, he started to feel his palms sweat; he bit his lip and almost drew blood. He'd never been this nervous in years, but he had to keep it together! This was a big step, and he didn't want to mess it up.

When he arrived back at the pad, Peter was lying on the couch, and Davy sat in the TV chair. They both looked quite bored, and when they saw the Texan stroll in with the keys to the car, they were elated.

"Let me have the keys, Mike," Davy said.

"Now wait a minute! I just got home, and you two are leavin'?"

Peter huffed. "Really, for you and Micky, is that so bad?"

Mike shrugged.

"Well no, I guess not," he said and scratched his head.

"Okay then, give us the keys."

He smiled, handed the short man the keys, and Peter followed Davy out of the door. Mike took off his jacket and hung it up, making sure to take the ring and place it in his pocket.

"Is that you, honey?" He heard Micky call.

"It's me, baby! Get down here!"

Micky appeared from the bedroom and slid down the banister. He landed square on his feet, and quickly walked over to Mike to give him a hello kiss, a kiss to end all kisses.

"What was that for?" Mike asked.

"For being here," and he kissed him once more.

Then Micky led his lover to the balcony where he showed him how he'd prepared dinner just like Mike had asked, and they sat down to have dinner while the ocean hit the shore below them.

Micky's famous spaghetti was a success, and after they'd polished it off, Mike remembered the ring which had been slowly burning a hole in the pocket of his tight jeans.

"Mick, I wanna ask you somethin'."

"Sure, anything,"  Micky said, looking into Mike's eyes.

Mike sighed, looked at the ring in his palm under the table, and then back at Micky; he was truly beautiful, resting his chin on his hands, waiting patiently for Mike's question. Mike took a deep breath, and decided it was now or never.

"I love you, Micky, and I always want us to be together, so babe, will you marry me?"

Micky took his hands away. His jaw dropped and he closed his eyes, then he let out a yelp! Mike jumped at the sound and watched as his man practically leapt from the other side of the table and kissed him. Micky sat in Mike's lap and smothered his face in kisses.

"Oh YES YES YES! I WILL, TODAY, NOW, ANY MINUTE, I WILL!" Micky was overjoyed.

"Then hold out your hand, silly!" Mike said, smiling.

Micky spread out his fingers in front of Mike, and receive his simple gold band.

"Oh I love you, Mike. It's beautiful, just beautiful,"

"So are you," Mike said.

Micky stood from Mike's lap and led his lover by the chin. Mike happily followed, and when Micky took his hand to walk up the staircase, Mike could feel his cock twitching. It had been so hard not to jump Micky while his tight butt squirmed around in his lap. Micky opened the door, and once Mike was sitting on the bed, he backed into it and shut it with his behind. He walked to Mike and unbuttoned his own shirt, watching Mike admire him. He smiled and walked closer to the bed, and Mike leaned back and waited to receive Micky's charms.

"You know, you don't just get a yes, you get a sticky mess all over you," Micky said.

"God, yes," Mike said.

Micky came closer and pressed his body atop his lover's, grinding his growing appendage into Mike's crotch. Mike groaned with excitement and started grinding back, making Micky cum in his pants. When that happened, Micky wasn't about to let Mike get off that easily. Micky dropped his slacks, and watched Mike unbutton his jeans, sticking his large hand into his boxer shorts, rubbing his swollen member. Micky licked his lips.

"I'm hungry," Micky said. "Very hungry."

Mike took his manhood out, and let his horny little angel take his pants down past his ankles. Micky got down between Mike's legs and took his cock into his mouth. Micky quivered with the taste of precum and sweat mingling on his taste buds, and he felt his cock rising again. He wanted to reach down, but remembered how Mike liked him to squeeze his balls when he gave him head.

Mike dipped his head back and let Micky's hot mouth work on his cock. He moaned and clutched the blanket in his hands. It could be argued that Micky sucked dick better than any girl Mike had ever been with. Mike didn't think there was a need to argue, not when this beautiful nymph of a boy was sucking him off better than usual.

When Micky could feel that Mike was rock hard in his mouth, he pulled away and took his shirt off his body. His smooth chest and erect nipples were more than Mike could stand. Mike reached up to touch him, and Micky let his fingertips run down his stomach, almost to the base of his cock. He took Mike's hand and sucked on each fingertip, just like he'd done to his cock. He watched the Texan grow impatient, even more aroused as the seconds wore on. Micky liked torturing him just enough that he'd scream and beg for something. Anything.

"Please, oh god, Micky.  I can't take it...." Mike was breathless.

"You can't?"

"No..." Mike said.

"What?"

"NO! OH, FUCK ME!"

"Anything you want, cowboy!"

And all at once, while Mike still lay on his back, Micky shoved his rod into Mike's tight ass. Mike let out a scream that invoked Micky to fuck him as hard as he could, all the while Mike's cock was furiously rubbing against any part of Micky it touched. Mike wanted to cry, it felt so good to have Mick inside of him.

Having Mike's tight ass around his cock was heaven to the slender man, and he kept pumping himself into his lover with every sound Mike cried out. Micky closed his eyes and let himself go inside deeper, and Mike still wasn't satisfied.

"That's how you wanna play, then let's play," Mike announced, and grabbing Micky bent him over a chair, gave him one good hard spanking, and forced his swollen, purple cock deep into him. Micky cried in pleasure and pain as Mike unleashed his wrath on him.

"GOD I LOVE YOU, MIKE!" Micky screamed out into the night.

"AND I....I.....I....I...OH, GOD....LOVE YOU!" and he finally let his juices flow all over Micky's ass. Micky stood up and rested his back on Mike's chest.

"I spoil you," he said.

Mike just laughed.

* * *

A few days later, as the Monkees had just finished a gig at the club Cassandra, their friend Litty walked up to say hello. Davy ran his fingers through his hair and flashed his smile. Litty didn't even give Davy a second look, but went strait to Mike. She flashed her green eyes at him, and talked to him as if he was god.

"I just love how you played today," she said, eyes still flashing.

"Th-thank you, Litty," Mike stuttered. Micky was still at his drum kit, and Mike was getting nervous.

"Do you think you could ever, you know, give me a...private...lesson?"

"W-well, Litty, you see, I'm not...well, that is to say I....I have to go because, uh....umm...my grandmother's on fire!"

"On fire!" Litty exclaimed.

"Y-yes! On fire, Ihavetogobye!"

And Mike took off across the club. Micky came down from the bandstand and walked up to Litty.

"What happened to Mike?" He asked, concerned about his boyfriend.

"He said his grandmother was on fire," she said.

"What?" Micky asked.

"I don't know, but it's like, he's not even interested in me. It's like he doesn't even like girls."

Micky almost choked. Not only was she trying to move in on Mike, but she noticed he was gay! Or at least, she assumed he was. She sighed, and Micky watched her walk on past Davy and Peter, and out the door.

"Boy that girl's gonna be heartbroken." Peter said.

"Yeah, especially since Mike and I are getting married." Micky heard it come out of his mouth, and he beat himself in the head for it the minute he said it.

"Now wait a minute...." Davy began, "Fun is fun, but you two can't get married!"

"Who says?!" Micky exclaimed.

"I say! It's not right! Marriage is only for straight people!"

Micky couldn't believe what he was hearing! Was this the same Davy that wished he and Mike luck when they told him about their love?

"What the hell is your problem, Davy!" Micky yelled. It wasn't even a question. "Peter you don't agree with Davy, do you?"

"Micky...."

"Pete, come on...."

"I have to agree with Davy on this one man! If you get married that could really hurt the band!"

"I don't believe what I'm hearing!"

Just then, Mike jogged up. Davy puffed up his chest.

"I don't think you two should get married, it ain't natural, it ain't gonna happen!"

"What the fuck! How do you even know?"  Mike said.

Micky bit his lip, "I let it slip out, love, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Micky...it's nothing compared to what this little shit is saying. And you Peter?"

"Don't drag me down with you!" Peter yelled, and stormed out of the club.

Davy grabbed his belongings. "I'm walking home! It ain't right!"

And he walked out of the club, right behind Peter. Micky leaned his head on Mike's shoulder and said, "That went well."

* * *

The next morning as Mike slept, Micky turned on the shower. Things had been working out so much better with the space since Peter and Davy had moved down stairs. He stretched, and stripped, and stepped into the bathtub, pulling back the curtain, and lathering up a bar of soap.

Mike awoke to the water's sound, and slowly recovered from a nights worth of love making. He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and feeling the soreness in his joints. By now, Peter would have awoken both of them, but it seemed that the other two Monkees would not be speaking to their friends for some time. He wanted to kill himself for having bought the ring. But he loved Micky so much, that it didn't matter what Davy and Peter thought. If they were okay with the relationship, they should have been okay with the engagement!

But alas, this was not so.

Mike walked into the bathroom, and Micky pulled back the curtain to find him stumbling to take a piss.

"Good Morning," Micky sang.

"Good Morning," Mike said, standing buck naked at the toilet.

Micky smiled. "You have such a cute butt."

"Why, thank you." Mike said, taking care not to flush.

Mike crossed over to Micky and kissed him. Micky took his hand and led him into the shower. He wrapped himself around Mike, and Mike wrapped back, two vines on the same pole. They kissed and cuddled, and when the moment grew intense they had sex over the side of the bathtub.

All the while, Davy's comments seemed to plague Micky, even when Mike had him up against the bedroom wall, sucking his cock. He tried to let himself go into the feeling, the sensation of the love of his life sliding his salivating mouth up and down his rod. He couldn't get it out of his mind, until he came all over Mike's face. Mike wiped his face off and kissed Micky hard, forcing his tongue down his throat.

"How do you like your taste?" Mike asked when he'd pulled away.

"Almost as much as I like yours."

And they kissed again, this time, Micky grabbed Mike's wand and pumped it as fast and as hard as he could. It was a good morning.

Downstairs, Davy and Peter tried to ignore the commotion.

"Listen to 'em up there, Peter,"

"So?"

"So! I thought it was just a phase!"

"Maybe they really do love eachother enough to get married." Peter said, pouring Davy some tea.

"I don't know, Peter. It just bothers me. The thought that two men would be in love is sickening."

"You aren't the Davy I know," Peter said.

"Peter. You agree with me,"

"I only agreed because I don't want this band to fall apart. Now, you have to understand, I am for anything that makes anyone happy!"

"Then love me!" Davy shouted. The two of them grew still.

* * *

The date had been set, and the invitations had gone out. They had invited everyone, and it was up to everyone to show up. In the end, most of their friends that had assumed and were glad to see Mike and Micky admit it, sat in the chairs set up on the beach. They figured, why not get married where they fell in love with each other.

The justice of the peace put out his roach, and everyone settled down. Even Davy. Micky had decided to be the bride, and came walking down the isle in a white shirt and pants. Even his tennis shoes were white. Mike stood at the altar, wearing his best suit and tie. He was the most nervous he'd ever been in his life, and once Micky was standing next to him, he could finally breathe.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two men in holy matrimony. If there is anyone here who wishes to object, speak now, or forever hold your peace."

"I would like to say something!" Davy stood.

Peter's previous attempts to get Davy to sit down had become futile, and there he stood in all his glory, ready to ruin the happiest day of his friend's lives.

"Speak!" Said the judge.

"I don't think two men should ever get married, and I think it should be a law!"

"What about two women!" Litty stood up, and standing next to her, Toby, her new girlfriend.

"Yeah!" Toby countered.

Davy stumbled. Everyone stood up and took their partners hand.

"Is everyone GAY!" Davy shouted and was answered with a collective,

"YES!"

And Peter grabbed Davy and kissed him. Davy tried to fight him off, but just let it happen after a few seconds. Peter pulled away.

"Now sit down and shut up!" He said.

And the wedding went off without a hitch. Mr. and Mr. Dolenz-Nesmith walked down the isle that day, and never looked back.