By The Guru
*note: poor title by Donatella
Micky was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a late afternoon snack of Kelloggs Cornflakes. He blinked at the sound of his name being called from the downstairs bedroom, and went to investigate.
Kelloggs forgotten, he padded over to the door, hesitating only a few seconds before pushing it open.
Davy was curled up on his bed, moaning for Micky, and clutching his pillow. Micky watched in fascination, almost not wanting to wake him up, but curiosity and a need to embarrass Davy beyond any repair won out, and he shook his friend roughly.
"Eh..? Wha..? Micky.... MICKY!" Davy rolled over abruptly, and, being clad in only an old pair of grey boxers, it was painfully obvious he was in an advanced state of arousal.
"Hey, man," said Micky, biting the smile off of his face, "You were calling my name over and over."
Micky couldn't resist teasing Davy, and he sat on the bed next to him, as close as he could get, and stared down at him, one eyebrow raised.
A hot blush colored Davy's cheeks, there was absolutely no way he could disguise what he had been dreaming about.
"What's wrong?" purred Micky, with a cruel air of innocence. He began to trace a circle with his index finger on Davy's thigh, watching his reactions closely.
Davy closed his eyes, and gulped "Micky... what're ya doin'?"
Micky felt a rush of power, every girlfriend he'd had would always dominate him. It didn't seem like Davy had any objection to being controlled.
"You like that, don't you?" whispered Micky, stroking Davy's leg more openly with the tips of his fingers.
Davy tightened the muscles in his leg under Micky's touch, taking a deep breath and biting down into his lip.
Micky moved off the bed, causing Davy to frown, and open his eyes. Micky was at the bedroom door, leaning against it. He'd closed it. Davy kept chewing his lip, his groin was throbbing, but he was too much of a coward to make the first move on Micky.
Micky deliberately took his time, wandering idly over to Davy's bed, with a cheeky grin plastered across his face. When he reached Davy, Micky ran his fingers over his chest, pausing to enjoy each nipple, and draw soft sighs and moans from the small Brit.
Micky wasn't used to foreplay with another man, but he was a good actor. He masked all his nerves with a cool cover of confidence. He leaned over Davy, until he was so close that Davy could feel his hot breath on his face.
Micky smiled gently as Davy's chocolate brown eyes fluttered open, and met the heated gaze of Micky's sparkling hazel eyes.
Micky pressed his lips against Davy's, immediately flicking his tongue against Davy's mouth, demanding an entry which Davy seemed only too pleased to provide.
Micky straddled Davy, enjoying the desperate moan that came from his throat. Micky leaned on one hand, and slid the other down Davy's chest and stomach, pausing teasingly at the waistband of his boxers.
In one sharp move, Micky slipped his hand into Davy's shorts, and grasped his cock. Davy's eyes flew open, giving Micky a panic stricken look.
They stayed there, frozen in that position for a long moment. Then, Micky rubbed his fingers over the head of Davy's penis, being as gentle as he could be. Davy relaxed, softly uttering Micky's name, and pleas for more.
As Micky continued to stroke Davy, slowly, he knew that he must be near the edge. Micky paused, moving his hand out of Davy's boxers, drawing a begging, whiny plea of "Micky... oh Micky.... "
Micky trailed kisses down Davy's neck and chest, pulling the boxers around Davy's hips with his teeth. Davy cried out as Micky slid his mouth around Davy's cock, teasing him with his teeth and tongue.
Davy writhed on the bed, trying not to buck his hips too much. With a final cry of "JESUS CHRIST MICKY!" he climaxed, his orgasm rippling through him like an explosion.
Micky gulped, and swallowed, sitting back. He looked at Davy, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, covered in sweat, his hair matted to his forehead, and admitted how gorgeous he looked right at that moment, but thinking over what had just happened, Micky knew he shouldn't have gone so far, so fast. It was supposed to be a way to get at Davy, trust the Manchester Greenie to turn it around. Micky had been drawn in by the same eyes that made all those girls flock to him, and now he felt like a complete idiot. This could split the band, ruin the friendship he already had with Davy. It was too sudden, he had to think it over when Davy wasn't distracting him like that. He got up silently, and fled the room, leaving Davy to wonder what the Hell had just happened.
To Be Continued
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