by Arrowhead
Lately, all the less admirable parts of Mike's personality had been asserting themselves. The stony
quietness, and the standoffishness, and just an all around bad mood. The others were well aware of this, but Micky seemed to be the only one that noticed that the worst of it was directed at him. It was as though Mike couldn't stand to be in the same room with him. Especially if it was just the two of them. He would be very terse with his replies whenever Micky would try to engage him in conversation and would not even look at him if it could be avoided. Except for the underlying hostility, it was almost the same way he acted around a chick he might have an interest in. Micky smiled to himself. That was one comparison he wouldn't dare voice, not unless he wanted a punch in the nose. Still, he was intrigued by it. Just suppose, unbelievable as it might be, that Mike did have a little thing for him. He mulled this over for several minutes. He wasn't disgusted by the idea or anything, and he didn't think he was into guys but he had been curious about such things for a long time. Maybe curious enough to give it a try if the situation was right. What must it be like? Actually, if he were to experiment, he could do a lot worse than to have Mike as his accomplice. Micky never understood why more girls didn't go after him. He was a good-looking guy. What was not to like? The shiny black hair, the lean, muscled body that had not an ounce of fat and the full, pouty lips that just begged to be....Hmmm...Maybe he was a little more interested than he thought? He looked across the room where Mike was starting to move around a little more and was almost panting. Whatever it was, it must be good. It was hard to imagine what could make him lose his grip on that iron self control, but the more he thought about it, the more Micky felt he might like to have a go at causing that reaction.
The moaning was turning into almost coherent speech. He hadn't done that before. Micky focused his attention sharply on the words. Maybe the clue was there.
"Oooh, keep going."
Uh-huh.
"No, don't stop. Please."
Wow, was he actually begging? Unbelievable.
"Oh, Mick...."
WHAT!? He couldn't have heard that right.
"Micky don't stop now, you're killin' me."
Micky was completely astounded, and suddenly...very turned on. Perhaps he should investigate his new theory and see what happened.
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Another picture perfect summer afternoon. It was peaceful everywhere except in Mike's mind. He was sitting alone on the beach trying to understand what the hell was wrong with him. What was the cause of all this? Why did he suddenly want his best friend? He had been asking himself the same questions for weeks, along with the main one: What was he going to do about it? Even if Mick were interested, would he be able to go through with it and face himself after? He remembered his teenage years in Texas and what had happened to guys who were even suspected of doing what he was thinking of. It was something he had been taught to revile, and yet he could not get the idea out of his mind. Add this to everything else that was going on, and he'd be completely crazy in another week. Damn, but he was tired of always having to be the responsible one. Handling all the band business and then there was everyone else's personal crises too. The majority had to do with girls. Why did everyone always come to him with their problems? He was not the one the chicks exactly fought over. Maybe that was it. Maybe he should pursue them a little more actively. Nah. That would be more work. He'd have to make the first overtures, then there was all the "Where are we going" and "What are we doing" stuff. More decisions. And who said it would work? Nothing at all would be better than rejection. It would be nice to find someone who didn't want anything from him and didn't always expect him to be on. Someone who understood what he dealt with on a day to day basis and made no demands on him. Someone like....Arrghhh! There he went again. No matter what happened his thoughts always came back to the same thing.
It all started with the dream. It was the same one over and over. He was in the bedroom only it was a lot nicer. The scarred wooden floors were covered with a thick white carpet, the walls were painted a
pale blue and the only furniture was the chaise lounge from downstairs except it had been covered with navy velvet. The windows were open letting in sunshine and silence. There was never any traffic noise or sounds from the beach. Mike would be sitting alone, watching the gauzy white curtains flap in the breeze, not knowing why he was there, when he would feel two hands settle gently on his shoulders. It startled him and he would turn to find Micky regarding him with a strange smile. It was predatory, that smile. And it was hypnotic.
"You need to relax." Micky said, as he gently massaged Mike's shoulders and the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Micky sat down beside him, but facing the other way, and leaned in very close. "I can stop if you want, it's up to you." He said.
Mike could feel his breath against his neck as he made the offer. It made his heart beat faster and he felt dizzy for just a second. Unbelievably, he heard himself say, "No...You don't have to stop." as he
looked away, ashamed and unable to face the intensity of the other man's gaze.
"I didn't think so." Micky said as he placed his hand on Mike's cheek and made him turn and look him in the eye before he leaned in closer and kissed him. It was a very light kiss, a mere brushing of the lips, a kind of tease.
"You have way, way too many hang-ups." He continued as he pushed Mike down onto his back. "We'll have to do something about that."
As unsure as he still was, Mike was powerless to resist. He could not understand it. He knew he should stop this, or at least try, but that first kiss, as little as it was, had completely undone his resolve. It was like being in a trance. His emotions were a mess, a combination of fear, humiliation...and desire.
He was lying down now and Micky was astride him, saying nothing only looking at him again. Unable to face that look, Mike closed his eyes and waited for whatever came next. He felt hands adeptly undoing the buttons on his shirt and then he was being kissed again. It was no tease this time. It was slow and intense. He felt the gentle flick of a tongue and he parted his lips to allow his friend to do what he would. The kisses moved to his neck and then down to his collarbone and then to his chest where they were joined by some gentle, almost playful bites. Mike finally began to relax and then decided to reciprocate, but every time he tried, Micky would pin him at the wrists. After a little while he felt the kisses stop. Micky was smiling at him again and still with that trace of menace. He started stroking the inside of Mike's thigh before reaching down to slowly unbutton his jeans and open the zipper. He slid his hand inside and said:
"Hey, you won't need the car for a while will you?"
"Huh?" Mike replied, snapping out of his daydream to see Davy standing over him.
"I asked if you'd be needing the car."
"Oh. No, go ahead."
"Are you okay? You look kind of funny."
"I'm fine."
Davy shrugged and started back to the house. With the way Mike had been acting lately it wasn't really a surprise to find him sitting looking all spaced out. Who could tell?
Mike was disgusted with himself. The more he considered it the more he realized that the part of
the dream that bothered him the most was his total lack of willpower and control. If a guy were to try
something like that on him in reality, he'd get laid out with one punch. (One thing that he took a tiny bit
of comfort from was the knowledge that he was not developing an interest in men in general, just Micky. That was enough.) The very idea that he could be so weak was terrifying. He wondered if his friend could really behave like that, if he could be so intimidating and calculating. He had never seen any
evidence of it, but there was no telling what a person could be hiding. The idea was quite seductive in one respect. To just give yourself up completely (if only temporarily) to someone else that way, to be free of all the expectations and pressures and just let whatever happens, happen would be glorious. What was he thinking? This was getting way out of hand.
Micky saw that after Davy left, he and Mike were alone again. He had better make a move now. As nice as the day was, more people were bound to show up. He grabbed his surfboard and went up onto the beach where he had left a couple of towels and other items. The thrill of the chase always put him in a good mood. This one was so different and special. It was all he could think about. The very idea of having Mike so wound up that he was actually begging ...wow! He had to make sure that his suspicions were correct and he had been thinking about the best ways to go about it.
This morning at breakfast he had started his research. All four of them were in the kitchen going
about the usual morning routine. It was sort of crowded and there was something Micky had wanted from the cabinet but he would have to squeeze past Mike to get there. Perfect. As he eased himself past, he made sure to brush up against Mike's backside. The reaction wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone not looking for it, but Micky had been observing carefully. Mike had suddenly tensed up all over, but did not move away. Interesting. Now it was time to try something else. Micky threw a towel over his head and got the excess water out of his hair, which was even more wild and curly now that it was wet. He took a quick glance around to make sure they were still alone and then bunched the towel up and started to dry himself off. He was slow and deliberate in his movements. It was a come-on disguised as an everyday activity. And it was working. Mike could not look away as his friend carefully rubbed the faded red towel against his lithe, tanned body. After thoroughly drying himself, he began to apply tanning oil in the same manner. How could he go on like this? They had an out of town gig this weekend. Maybe the change of scenery would help. There would be girls there, too. Perhaps he could meet one that might get his mind off this mess. With this last shred of hope in his thoughts, he got up and went back to the house. He couldn't watch anymore for fear of being unable to hide his growing lust. From the corner of his eye, Micky had seen him watch and then suddenly take off for the pad. So he was right. What should he do now? He was very much enjoying his new role of aggressor.
He stretched out on another towel and let his mind wander. Sometimes the best ideas happen when you aren't even trying.
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The gig had went extremely well. The manager of the resort was already talking about the possibility
of booking them for future dates. It was a great place to play. There was plenty to do during the day
and they had even been given their own rooms. They were about three songs away from being finished for the weekend. Mike was sorry to see it end. He was just starting to get good and relaxed. He thought he might be getting a handle on things. Having his own room and being able to spend time away from the others during the day had done wonders for his mood. And now there appeared to be an added bonus. A brunette bonus wearing the shortest miniskirt he'd ever seen. Her name was Julie. Peter had informed him of this aftertheir last break.
"She was really interested in you, man." He had said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I don't think she meant for conversation, either."
From the suggestive way she was dancing and openly staring him right in the eye, he thought ol' Petemight just be right.
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He thought correctly. After the show, she had been easy enough to find and very quickly they wound up in her room. Mike who was eager to prove to himself that he was still "normal," was all over her as soon as they closed the door.
"Hold on cowboy." She said, pushing him back a little but leading him toward the bed at the same
time.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked.
"Nothing's wrong, don't be in such a hurry." She shoved him onto the bed. "How would you feel about trying something different?"
"Different?"
"Yeah." She replied as she produced a long silk scarf from the nightstand. Julie slid onto the bed
beside him and started unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Well THIS was different anyway. He wasn't
completely sure if he liked it or not. There was something about a chick being this aggressive that put
him off just a little. Still, he wanted to see what she had in mind. She got his shirt off and then had
him move closer to the headboard where she started winding the scarf around the railing and then trailed out a little slack before putting the rest of it around his wrists. The effect was that he was
tethered to the bed instead of tied in one place, allowing for more movement.
Mike started to object. "Wait a minute, I'm not so sure about this."
"What are you worried about? You can get right out of it. See, just pull on this end and it'll come
loose." She replied. Mike tried it and it worked just the way she said. What he didn't know was that when she retied the scarf, it was a different kind of knot. The sort he wouldn't escape without some help.
"And now, to make it really interesting...." She said, as she got another scarf and then proceeded to
blindfold him.
This was a little more unusual than he was expecting, but what the hell. He heard her go into the bathroom and close the door. She wasn't in there long. Julie came out and crossed the room and then there was the metallic sounds of the knob and locks on the door.
"What are you doin'?
"Take it easy, I just want to make sure no one interrupts us."
Mike was getting a little impatient. All he wanted was a quick roll in the hay, not a theatrical
production. He hoped she'd make it worth his while. Suddenly the mattress sagged under the weight of another person. He hadn't heard her come back. She was sitting silently beside him. He was beginning to wonder what the hold up was when he felt a light, hesitant caress across his chest. One was soon followed by another until it became a sort of massage. He was prompted to roll over by some gentle pushing. Once there, he was subjected to a backrub. It was very relaxing. For a chick, Julie had some strong hands, further evidenced when she gave him a hard pinch on the ass. After a while, he was on his back again and she was astride him...just like in his dream. Damn! About the time he thought he was free, there it was again to torture him. He could sense that she was very near him and then he was being kissed. It was very light and gentle. That was odd, considering how strong she had come on. What was even more odd was her perfume. He didn't know the name of it, but he knew it hadn't smelled like this. This smelled like aftershave. Specifically, the sort Micky wore. What the fuck was going on? Mike pulled at the end of the scarf but he remained tied fast. He rubbed his head against his shoulder and the mattress. He felt Julie move away. Mike finally managed to get the
blindfold off. As often as he had had the dream and as much thought he had given it, he was still
unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Sitting beside him was Micky, wearing a careful expression and nothing else.
"Mike, I...I can explain." He said.
"You damn well better, and untie me!" Mike, said as he looked around the room before asking, "Where's Julie?"
"She left. I paid her to get you up here. I told her it was part of a practical joke we were playing on you"
"Yeah, some joke! Are you gonna turn me loose or what?"
"No, wait until you hear me out. I know what's been bothering you lately."
"How could you know that?"
"Well, You've been avoiding me, and whenever I'm near you, you're jumpy and stuff."
"So? That doesn't mean anything!"
"Not by itself, but when you add it to what you've been saying in your sleep...."
"What?"
"You've started talking in your sleep. Just last week. It must be quite a dream... Would you tell me
about it?"
Mike was mortified that he had been found out, but in a weird sort of way it was a relief to not have to hide it anymore. Now that it was out in the open, he might as well come clean. He gave Micky the condensed version, omitting some of the more embarrassing details. His friend listened with a rapt expression. As he finished he asked:
"What exactly did I say?"
Micky told him and then added; "And I gotta tell you, it's really been getting to me."
Mike had no response for that. Micky looked at him with his dark eyes hot and sparkling.
"Would you like to try it?"
"I don't know."
"You do too. It's okay, you don't have to worry. This will stay between us."
"Well..."
"C'mon, you want to as much as I do. Just put aside that control freak side for once in your life
and enjoy yourself."
Mike was torn. He wanted to abandon his rigid self restraint but still, was this the right thing? There
was one way to find out.
"Okay, but untie me first." He was still lying there helpless with his wrists tied together and his arms
stretched over his head.
Micky leaned forward but then stopped. "No, I think I'll leave that."
Mike started to protest but was silenced by a kiss. This time there was no hesitancy whatsoever. It was long and deep and commanding.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to. You can trust me." Micky said in a whisper, the warmth of his breath brushing Mike's ear and giving him that familiar dizzy feeling.
It was the most intense thing he had ever experienced in his life. It was so different from being with a girl that Mike couldn't really compare the two. For someone who had never done anything like this before, Micky seemed to know which buttons to push and how. He had brought Mike right to the edge
several times and he hadn't even got to the good stuff yet. Micky found that it was very satisfying for him to give such pleasure to his friend but he was also delighting in playing with him like a puppet on a
string. It was a very different feeling to be the one in charge of a situation. His ultimate goal was
eliciting the reactions he had been subjected to hearing night after night. And he knew just how to get
them.
He unfastened Mike's well-worn leather belt, then the button at the waist of his pants and then he
pulled the zipper open as slowly as he could. Mike was looking at him with eyes ablaze. Interesting,
they almost looked black instead of their usual dark brown. Micky slipped his hand inside and was a little surprised to discover just how well endowed his friend was. He had shared a room with him for years and in the course of day to day living he had seen him, but never in the upright and locked position. He gently stroked and squeezed and watched to see what kind of response this was getting. Mike had closed his eyes again and was starting to move his hips in rhythm withthe stroking.
"Do you want me to go on or stop at this?" Micky asked.
"No, don't stop."
"You're sure?"
"Yes." Mike replied. His breathing was becoming a little ragged. Right or wrong, he didn't care
anymore. He felt himself being freed from his tight pants. The breeze from the ceiling fan on his hot
skin was a delicious sensation but it was quickly forgotten. He had never been so stiff in his life. He was still being squeezed and stroked and then Mike felt a soft, warm wetness as Micky began to lick him
.
Micky heard his friend gasp sharply as he went to work on him. That was just the start. They continued on for some time with Micky doing everything he could remember being done to him only better. Mike was totally under his spell. He was panting and writhing and occasionally letting out a low, husky moan. That was great but Micky had to have one more thing from him before he would finish. He sat up and looked at Mike while going back to gently stroking him.
"Had enough?" He asked, knowing the answer.
"No." Mike replied, still moving in rhythm with the touch.
"Want me to go on?"
"Yes, you know I do." Came the reply in a hoarse whisper.
"Maybe if you ask nicely...."
"Mick, please."
"What?"
"Don't stop. You're makin' me crazy...I can hardly stand it."
"Really?" Micky said, affecting disinterest when in reality he was almost enjoying the power more than the sex.
"Oh, Mick, go on you're killin' me. Please...don't stop now. Please."
Ah! There it was! All he wanted was a little begging, and what a rush it gave him. Micky very nearly lost control of himself before he could finish Mike off. He went down on the other man with a ferocity that brought him to climax in less than a minute. He backed off at the last possible second so he could watch Mike's expression as he went off like a rocket. Such were his feelings of accomplishment and
dominance that Micky followed suit within seconds.
They laid together afterward. Mike had been untied and he put his arms around his friend who was resting his head upon his shoulder. Being freed from his bonds immediately restored his status as the alpha male. Micky had reverted back to his passive self and needed a little reassurance that he was still accepted after what he had done. This could never be mentioned to anyone. How did they go on with their lives after this? In the end they decided it would be best to just leave it all there. Curiosities had been satisfied, fantasies fulfilled and the intensity of a first time could never be duplicated. Later that night they left the room and besides them, nothing but the four walls within ever knew of what had taken place.
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