Part III
By The Guru
"G'night," called Davy, closing the door to the room he shared with Peter. "Night, Petah,"
"Good night, Davy."
Micky lay awake in bed, thinking about Davy. He didn't have the energy to force his thoughts away, he was almost used to the idea, anyway. Almost, but each time he felt himself let down his guard and accept some of the new thoughts he was having, he scared himself into raising his defences again.
He was starting to get attached to Davy, ever since the kiss on the beach. Davy was a good kisser...
Micky drifted into a deep sleep.
Over the next few days, Micky and Davy managed not to have any physical rendezvous, but Micky would constantly initiate flirtacious glances, and he enjoyed making Davy blush, and look away in mock embarrassment. Micky was careful about where and when he would tease Davy, Peter was too innocent to pick up on anything, but not much got past Mike.
On a particularly quiet Thursday, Micky noticed the sudden lack of Davy. He frowned, wondering if Davy had been asked into work. He hadn't heard the phone ring, and Davy usually only worked Monday Tuesday Wednesday.
"Hey, Peter? Where's Davy?" asked Micky, tapping lightly on the bedroom door before he went in.
Peter looked up from the book of Fairy Tales he was reading, and said "Oh, I'm sure he and Cassandra went horse riding on the beach,"
Cassandra? Micky gulped, a new feeling forming like a rock in his stomach. It was only a matter of time, Micky knew that, somehow. But he had been sure he had more time. Wait, time for what? Peter was looking somewhat expectant. Better say something, decided Micky. "Oh, okay thanks Peter, I was just curious."
Peter smiled at him, innocently returning to his book. Micky backed into the living room, an uncalled for feeling of rejection making him feel sick. He tried to reason, he and Davy hadn't done very much. Well, they had, but there hadn't been any commitment, and Davy had never made a move, not once. Micky opened the back door of the pad, he ventured outside, out to the barrier on the veranda. He could see down to the beach, a bikini clad girl, with long blonde hair, on the back of a horse. Davy was on the same horse, his arms curved around the girl's waist. Even at that distance he could tell they were laughing about something.
Micky must have stood there for twenty minutes, jealously watching the couple playing around and kissing in the sun. He couldn't believe how awful he felt, he could feel a lump rising in his throat. Embarrassed that he would cry over something like this, Micky fled, cheeks burning, down the exterior stairs of the pad.
He didn't feel like going anywhere, but he needed to be alone. He went out to the MonkeeMobile, glad Mike had since gone in from tinkering with it. He climbed into the back seat, and curled up under a blanket.
Mike watched Davy as he strolled back into the Pad. He looked happy, with a relaxed grin on his face.
"All right with the world, eh Jones?" grinned Mike, as Davy pranced towards his bedroom, in a deliberate display of silliness.
"Yep!" Davy bowed before sidling into his room. Peter was sound asleep, a book of Fairy Tales perched precariously on his head. Davy smiled, Peter could seem quite child like, when you caught him at the right moment. Davy felt suddenly right with the world, Mike was in the living room, watching TV, Peter was asleep with a book on his head, Davy had spent the entire day courting a girl, and Micky... was no where to be seen.
Davy knew it had been too quiet. He went back out, onto the veranda outside. From there, he could see across the beach - there was no one. Looking a little closer to home, he noticed a navy blue lump curled up in the back of the MonkeeMobile. Davy trotted down, and pulled the blanket back, Micky was asleep under it. "Micky," whispered Davy, poking him in the ribs. Micky stirred, and when he'd finally forced his eyes open, gave Davy a crooked smile. For a moment, Micky forgot his stinging pain and jealousy, and almost greeted Davy with a kiss. "Why are ya asleep in the car, man?" asked Davy, moving back so Micky could climb out.
"Since when do you give a damn where I sleep?" shot Micky, marching airily past Davy. Davy blinked, wondering what he'd done. He was too tired to pursue the subject, and decided to let it drop for the time being.
The following weeks were hectic; the activity at the Pad was a hub of tension and tempers often flared, especially between Micky and Davy. Davy was working almost full-time at the hotel, coming home late and leaving early, while the other three tried desperately to practice for the week long string of gigs they had been hired to play the following week at Club Cassandra.
Peter noticed the bitter silences between Micky and Davy, there were often times when they would take shots at one another, and not in the playful way it used to be. Peter took a deep breath, and knocked the door to Mike and Micky's shared room.
"C'min," Micky sounded like he was only half paying attention. Peter pushed the door open, and stepped inside, sidling over to Micky's bed, where Micky was stretched, reading a comic.
"Hey, Micky!" said Peter, sitting on the edge of Micky's bed.
"Hi, Peter,"
"Are you mad at Davy?" blurted Peter, forgetting about his entire plan of being tactful and dancing around the subject.
"Huh? Did he put you up to this?" Micky dropped the comic, and sat up.
"No, but I noticed you aren't getting along, did he do something to you?" asked Peter, he hated to see his friends fighting.
"It's none of your business!" Micky sprung to his feet, and ran down the stairs and out of the Pad.
"Micky!" Peter went after him, down on to the beach. "Micky I'm sorry."
"Peter, just leave me alone for a while, okay?" Micky sat cross-legged on the sand, staring straight ahead. Peter nodded, trudging back to the Pad.
Davy approached the Pad walking home that night, entertaining thoughts of quitting his job. He headed towards the front door, but something caught his eye on the sand.
"Micky?" Davy plopped into the sand beside him. "'Ey, Micky,"
"Hi, Davy," replied Micky, risking a glance in Davy's direction. Bad idea, the half light highlighted all his best points. Micky's breath caught in his throat, and he looked away.
A silence followed, Davy spent at least five minutes trailing his fingers through the sand, while Micky listened to the soft scratchy sound he was making.
"So, erm ... how is Cassandra then?" asked Micky, trying not to make his tone sound anything other than neutral.
"Cassandra?" Davy repeated the name as though he hadn't heard it in some time. "Oh, I broke up with her ages ago, man." Davy shrugged. Micky grinned away from Davy, across the beach.
"...So, um you're single now then?" Micky curled his knees against against him, blushing lightly.
"Yeah," Davy watched him, smirking.
"Okay," the silence returned, while Davy watched Micky shift and squirm.
"And you're not going out with any girls?" Micky pushed the conversation on.
Davy giggled, and said "Micky, if you want to be with me, you're going to have to ask me yourself."
Micky paused, holding his breath and giving Davy a sideways glance. "Um... Davy?" he began "Would.. I mean do you... eh that is, what... um... eh... Wanna-go-out?" Micky could have kicked himself, he hadn't said that to anyone since Junior High.
"No."
"Wha....?" Micky's heart nearly stopped. He was about to get up and leave, until he realised the little bastard could barely keep a straight face. "Davy!" cried Micky, pouncing on him, and kissing him.
Davy moaned as Micky pressed against him, but pushed him off anyway. Before Micky could even react, Davy pushed Micky onto his back, sliding his hands under the t-shirt he was wearing, and pushing it up as his fingers explored Micky's chest, tugging lightly at the soft fuzz coving some of it.
"Tease," purred Micky, watching Davy with half closed eyes.
Davy winked at him, running his tongue up his chest as the tension in the air thickened. Davy reached Micky's nipple, and lashed his tongue across it, drawing a delighted moan from the drummer.
Davy slid his hand to Micky's pants, deftly undoing the buckle and slipping his fingers in the opened zipper.
Micky took a deep breath as Davy cupped his penis through his underwear, gently stroking with his thumb. Micky was soon fully erect, and dying for more attention. Davy pulled Micky's pants down more, stroking his erection.
Micky moaned, and raised his hips to Davy's touch, moaning quietly and squeezing his eyes shut. Suddenly, the contact with Davy was broken. Davy smiled as Micky frowned and opened his eyes, he looked a little disgruntled. "What's wrong?" whispered Micky, sitting up.
"Want to try something?" asked Davy pulling Micky into a brief kiss, and looking at him for a long moment. Micky nodded, a fascinated grin coloring his features. Davy turned over, and Micky's cool hands slid over his body, finding his belt quickly.
Davy shivered as Micky pulled his pants around his knees, and ran his hands over Davy's backside.
Davy gasped as Micky experimentally touched his entrance. "I don't have anything..." Micky sounded disappointed, and Davy felt his prescence moving back a bit.
"It's alright," murmured Davy looking over his shoulder at him. Micky chewed his lip, but he still looked uncertain.
"It's really okay," promised Davy, flashing him a reassuring smile.
"If you want me to stop," said Micky, sliding back over Davy. Davy nodded slightly, resting his forehead on his arms, bracing himself. Micky began to push into him, he was very tight.
A near shocked gasp from Davy made Micky pause, and wait a few seconds. Eventually, he began to move again, rocking gently against Davy. Micky moaned deeply, forgetting about Davy entirely, he thrusted deeply, moaning in ecstasy.
Davy sank his teeth into his lower lip, holding back a wail of pain, he could taste blood in his mouth.
Micky was close to coming, he lost all control of his thrusts, pushing harder and harder inside Davy. Davy suddenly cried out, partially from pleasure, and partially from pain. Davy writhed underneath Micky, almost wanting Micky to stop, but also desperate for him to continue. Micky groaned deeply, shooting a stream of semen into Davy.
Micky eventually pulled out of Davy, looking at him lying face down, shivering a little. Micky turned Davy over - he looked pale, and he had a little bit of blood smeared on his chin from biting his lips.
"Are you okay?" asked Micky, wiping the blood off of Davy's face and kissing him gently. Before Davy could say anything, Micky was kissing his neck, and unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'm fine..." whispered Davy, a dull pain still gnawing at him from their previous encounter. Micky stretched his tongue towards Davy's erection, teasing the head of his cock lightly. Davy moaned desperately, raising his hips. Micky sucked slowly on the tip, running his fingers down the shaft of Davy's penis, and stroking his balls gently.
"Mmmm..." Davy rolled his head back, as Micky took him fully into his mouth, teasing him carefully with his teeth. Davy cried out, bucking his hips as he came violently into Micky's mouth. Davy relaxed back on the sand, he felt Micky swallow.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," whispered Micky, brushing the hair off of Davy's face when he finally crawled up beside him.
"No, it was my idea, and it was good," replied Davy, shifting closer to him. Micky kissed Davy's jaw affectionately. Davy sighed, and said "We better go in."
"Right," agreed Micky, standing up and doing up his pants. He helped Davy up, and fixed his pants while Davy wrapped his arms around Micky's neck, and stretched to reach to kiss his ear. "Are we gonna tell the others?" asked Micky tentatively.
"Some day," promised Davy, pulling him into one last kiss before trotting towards the Pad.
Micky grinned, and followed after him, mentally noting to apologize to Peter.
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