Part II
By
Jonah's Girl
"Happy birthday babe," Micky said planting a kiss on Davy's lips. Davy smiled as he looked up at Micky. Micky tightened his grip on his erect member starting a steady rhythm. Davy inhaled sharply and his eyes started to close. "Try to keep your eyes open," Micky instructed. Micky loved to watch clear eyes get that glassy look that comes with arousal. Davy looked deep into smiling almond shaped eyes. Micky's right hand increased its pace while his left arm gathered Davy just a little bit closer. Micky adored the way Davy was gazing at him, like he - Micky was the center of the universe. He also knew the gaze would be short lived though, as Davy's panting and squirming was signaling his nearing orgasm. With a gasp Davy's eyes clamped shut and his warm fluid shot up hitting the bedspread, his chest, his stomach, and just a little bit of Micky.
Once again Davy was momentarily "out of it" at the hands of Micky. Micky was having the time of his life. Seeing the way Davy was looking at him made Micky feel almost giddy inside. Micky gently kissed Davy's lightly sweaty face as he brushed his damp bangs away. 'He needs a bath' Micky thought with a renewed sparkle in his eye. Gingerly he slid his arm out from beneath Davy and unwrapped himself from the covers. Davy seemed to be sound asleep again, or else doing a good job of faking it.
"Who am I kidding?" Micky said softly yet audibly, "I need a bath myself!" His grin grew larger as the ideas flew around his brain. He glanced down at himself, still wearing the clothes he'd put on yesterday morning. He went into the bathroom, and after relieving himself, started filling the tub. He laughed remembering the fuss he'd put up when Mike made them clean the pad before leaving for Christmas, but was quite pleased to have a sparkling tub before him. Glancing down at his shirt, he quickly undid the buttons and tossed it to the floor outside the bathroom. Later he thought.
Returning to the bedroom Micky paused briefly to look at Davy. 'No one would believe this boy is 21 years old' Micky thought, 'sleeping he could pass for 8! But I'll tell ya one thing…he WON'T be frustrated after today!' Micky sat gently on the edge of the bed and used two hands to brush the hair back off Davy's face. Davy stirred a little, a contented "mmmmm…" escaping his lips.
Micky unwrapped the blanket and grasped Davy's hands. Slowly opening his eyes, Davy focused on Micky as his tongue moistened his lips. "Micky…"
"Bath time!" Micky chirped before Davy was fully awake. Before he knew what was happening, Micky had scooped Davy up in his arms and was heading for the bathroom. This jolted Davy awake as he glanced around and took in the situation. Micky had him naked, and a little messy, in his arms, and finally was shirtless himself. By this time they had reached the bathroom. Micky was about to place Davy in the tub, but then stopped and lowered him in front of the toilet. "I think you should take care of something first!" Micky said with a giggle and a quick kiss. While Davy did exactly that, Micky rushed around the pad with some last minute business. He returned to the bathroom before Davy had a chance to take a step in any direction. "In you go, babe."
Davy complied, first stepping into the tub, then lowering himself down as Micky directed. He looked up at Micky for a moment, wanting to say something, a million things, but had yet to get the first word out of his mouth. Micky regarded him for a moment, and then put a finger to his lips. "Ssshhh babe, I know. You just lie back and enjoy the Micky Dolenz Bathspacular!" Davy giggled.
He started with his back, dropping the soapy washcloth a little lower with each pass. Then, pushing Davy to lie back against his arm, he started working on his chest and tummy. A little more rubbing was required to clean up their earlier activities, but neither participant seemed to mind. As he reached deeper into the tub, the more water he splashed out and on himself. Davy looked up at Micky and said very seriously, "You're getting wet." His eyes held Micky's for several seconds. Micky had figured, had hoped, it was leading up to this, but Davy's deep gaze confirmed it. "There's lots of room," Davy added.
Within seconds Micky was peeling his corduroys down. As soon as the socks were off he lifted a foot to join Davy in the tub. He glanced quickly at Davy and saw him staring, with those luscious full lips slightly parted, at Micky's cock. Micky had never thought of himself as hung like a horse but when you are next to Davy, well, Micky couldn't help but feel his chest swell up just a bit. And those lips, 'Mmm baby, I am hoping to have those around me soon!’ He thought with a smile.
Soon the sounds drifting from the bathroom sounded like two eight year olds at bath time. Micky and Davy were having a ball, sudsing each other up, splashing around. Micky even washed Davy's hair. Finally they ended up facing each other as though they were sitting "spider" on a swing, with Davy's legs over Micky's. Their dicks were rubbing periodically, which was causing each one to stiffen. At the same time they noticed the water was getting cold and there didn’t seem to be any more hot water left to warm it up.
"Let's get out," Davy said. Micky nodded and they stood themselves up. Micky had gathered several towels when running around. He handed them each one, then placed one on the floor. He took another and started towel drying Davy's hair. Cautiously they stepped out of the tub, Micky still rubbing vigorously at Davy's hair. Davy reached up and grabbed one of Micky's hands pulling it down away from his head. He held it about chest height as he looked up into Micky's eyes. Twice before he had tried to get some of the thoughts in his head out and hadn’t done it. Micky seemed able to read his eyes and that was his hope this time. Micky didn't let him down.
After returning Davy's gaze for what felt like minutes, Micky simply stated, "I'm all yours, babe." Davy, still holding Micky's hand, silently led Micky from the bathroom back into the well-used bedroom. Micky followed with an enormous grin. Once in the bedroom Davy took the used spread off the bed, tossing it on top of the discarded clothing. He pulled back the blanket and top sheet revealing fresh sheets from the pre-Christmas cleaning. Never letting go of Micky's hand he pulled him around to lie on the bed. Micky readily obliged, still wearing his towel wrapped around his waist. Finally letting go of Micky's hand, Davy climbed onto the bed. Finding he couldn't straddle Micky wearing his towel he quickly added it to the growing pile of laundry on the floor. Micky could see that Davy was still only partially erect since their bath. Considering the workout Davy had gotten in the last 12 hours though, Micky was quite impressed.
One knee on either side of Micky, Davy leaned forward and kissed Micky's lips. Then he kissed his cheeks and his eyelids, moving his hair, he kissed his forehead and his nose. Micky was astounded by the gentleness of Davy's kisses. They were so soft they barely were there, yet for their moistness you knew they were. Then back to his mouth. Somewhere along the way, Davy had taken hold of Micky's wrists and positioned them up on either side of Micky's head. Letting them go so he could move backward, Davy's kisses moved onto Micky's neck. Micky couldn't see the towel tent behind Davy, but he sure could feel it. He realized that within the next inch or two Davy backed up, he'd be feeling it too.
Davy's hands were now roaming over Micky's chest. Davy seemed to be enjoying the way the hair felt through his fingers. Micky was by no means hairy, but once again, compared to Davy he had a rug! Periodically Davy would turn his head from kissing and nibbling Micky's chest and rub his smooth cheek against the downy fur. He seemed especially fascinated by the darker "path" of hair disappearing under the towel.
A momentary look of surprise flashed across Davy's face as he backed into Micky's hard on. Carefully, he lifted himself over it, and then glanced up at Micky before the unveiling. Finally he pulled the towel away and released Micky. Glancing down at himself, Micky was pleased. He couldn't remember the last time he thought his own cock had looked so huge. Apparently it looked that way to Davy as well, as he looked up at Micky with admiration clearly on his face. Positioning himself between Micky's legs he licked his lips and bent down for his first taste.
Micky was in heaven. No lips so soft had ever touched his cock before. Davy's touch was incredibly gentle, yet thorough. He was at the base, around the sides, tickling with his tongue just beneath the head. Then those marvelous lips took the head into his mouth. Micky was writhing on the bed it felt so good. He was trying not to thrust too hard into Davy's mouth, but Davy managed to move with him, wherever Micky's electrified body went. Then Micky felt Davy's gentle caress of his balls. A little tickle in the front and a stronger one in the back right at the top. That did it. Micky's back arched higher than he's ever dreamed it could as wave after wave shot through him. And there was Davy, holding on and swallowing every drop. Amazing.
Davy planted a few soft kisses on Micky's now soft dick, and then he lay down right on top of Micky. Micky was way beyond speech and let out a long contented groan. Davy fit perfectly on Micky, his head on his chest just below Micky's chin and his body stretched out along his. Micky could feel Davy's folded legs hugging the sides of his body. They lay like that for a while; Davy listening contentedly as Micky's breathing eventually returned to normal.
What a great position Micky thought, lifting his head to plant a kiss on top of Davy's. He loved the warmth of Davy's body on his. Micky's hand began to roam, gently stroking Davy's back. Davy's bent knees were up by Micky's chest. Micky soon discovered that being in that position caused Davy's ass cheeks to spread just a little. As Micky’s hands continued to roam, Davy let out his own contented little moan. Chest to chest like that, they could feel the sound from each other's bodies. Micky continued his stroking of Davy's back, spending a little longer at Davy's ass which each pass. Eventually he reached down and gripped a cheek in each hand. This caused Davy to slide up just a bit, but that brought his face right up to Micky's. Micky could see the passion clouding Davy's eyes once again, but that didn’t prevent Davy from eagerly seeking Micky's lips. This time Davy kissed Micky hungrily, as Micky squeezed and spread and molded Davy's ass cheeks in his hands. Micky could feel Davy's once again hard cock poking at his abdomen. Dropping his fingers into the crack Micky located Davy's puckered little hole. Nudging one finger at it, he was amazed at how tight and small it was. Davy gasped when he felt Micky's finger. His lips left Micky's as his body pulled away. He was holding himself up by his arms looking deeply into Micky's eyes. Micky looked up at those huge eyes holding his for several seconds. Not seeing the trust that had been present all night and all day in Davy's eyes at that moment he added, "I will NEVER hurt you, babe, never." With that he pulled Davy down and covered his face with kisses. He then rolled them over, so he was now on top of Davy.
"Here's a plan birthday boy, whadaya say we take care of that," Micky's eye glanced down at Davy's still erect penis, "and then get some FOOD to eat! I'm starving!" With the most mischievous twinkle in his eye Micky slid down the bed to set the plan into action.
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