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"Do You Know What You Do?"
Title Do You Know What You Do?
Pairing Torklenz...For now...*smiles mysteriously*
Rating
NC-17
Warnings More hot m/m lovin'.
Summary Based on the events depicted during "Monkee
Mother".
Author's Note: Why? Because Peter and Micky demanded it. They're insatiable
and I love them to bits, so I do as they ask of me. :)
“Mike is totally into you,”
Micky said softly in the darkness. His tone not one of anger, but one of thoughtful
musing.
Peter jerked his head up, his heart leaping into his throat. “What??”
He could
almost sense Micky’s smile. There was a soft creak as Micky shifted his position
on the bed.
“At Millie’s reception tonight, when we did ‘Here Comes Tomorrow’. Mike
was definitely giving you the eye. You had to have noticed it.” Micky said, his voice
still musing, but with a hint of amusement that told Peter that he was still smiling.
Peter
felt at a loss. He had seen Mike was watching him a bit more than usual during tonight’s
set, but he hadn’t really thought much of it. He also vividly remembered what had
happened last time he had set off Micky’s jealousy. Things had almost turned very
ugly indeed. He had absolutely no desire to recreate that scene.
Micky must have sensed
Peter’s confusion from the long silence that followed. Quietly, he slipped off his
bed and came over to Peter’s, lying down on the narrow space beside his friend. Peter
noted again that, like himself, Micky had taken to sleeping in the nude ever since
the two of them had started sharing a room.
“It’s okay, Pete,” Micky said, stretching
his body out to press full-length against Peter’s and Peter was shocked at the hardness
of the erection that poked against his left thigh. Was Micky actually turned on by
the idea of Mike digging Peter?
“Micky…” Peter began, not quite sure about what he
wanted to say, but he never got a chance to say anything before Micky’s mouth was
descending on his, sweeping him up into a kiss so deep, so passionate, that it left
him instantly hard and aching as well.
“Wow…” That was all Peter could manage as
they separated. He felt dazed and very, very horny. “What was that for??”
“Just for
being the hottest, sexiest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with,”
Micky purred, nuzzling Peter’s neck so that Peter was encouraged to tilt his head
back.
“For making me absolutely crazy with every move you make,” Micky continued,
licking a path up Peter’s throat, feeling hot skin and a quickening pulse beneath
his tongue. Peter sighed softly, melting into Micky’s embrace, though part of his
mind was still on guard.
“And for reminding me, over and over again, how lucky I am
to have you,” Micky finished in a bare whisper as his lips found Peter’s again and
plunged him into another of those whirlwind kisses that left him dizzy and wanting
more.
Peter hadn’t even realized that Micky had already lubed himself up until Micky
suddenly sat up, lifting Peter’s legs over his shoulders, and entered him completely
with one long thrust of his hips.
Peter groaned, the end of the groan turning into
a sharp gasp as Micky immediately pulled back and pistoned forward again, hard, hitting
Peter’s sweet spot as he did so.
A thin sweat broke out over Peter’s body as the debilitating
pleasure flooded his senses. He bit his lip hard, almost hard enough to draw blood.
“Micky,”
he ground out in a pleading tone. “Please. Millie. She’s still here. We can’t…”
“Oh
yes we can,” Micky insisted, his whisper edged with wickedness. With that, he pulled
back and thrust in to the hilt again…and again…and again.
Normally such treatment
would have Peter shamelessly crying out, but with Millie still in the Pad until she
moved out tomorrow morning to set up housekeeping with Larry, Peter had no choice
but to tone it down. If Millie found out that two of “her boys” were fucking each
others’ brains out on an almost nightly basis, she would likely drop dead of shock,
hence the reason that the two of them had temporarily moved their beds apart again
while she had been living there.
Also, in deference to her, Peter and Micky had greatly
curbed their normal activities…until tonight.
Peter was gritting his teeth so hard
he thought they would shatter inside his mouth. Desperate-sounding whimpers and moans
escaped his throat as he fought with every ounce of restraint he had not to give
full voice to his pleasure.
Smiling in the dark, Micky continued to fuck Peter ruthlessly.
Peter had no clue how deeply his little display on the bandstand tonight had affected
Micky. Those almost torturously sexy moves he did as he was playing were bad enough,
but then to see the way that Mike’s attention had been caught as well, and the smoldering
expression that had appeared in those dark eyes that could only have been sheer desire…
Groaning
softly, Micky picked up the pace of his thrusts, feeling the tremor in Peter’s thighs
as his tension level grew, the muscles in his long, lean legs hard and taut as he
struggled within himself to keep quiet.
Far from being jealous about what he had
seen, Micky on the contrary had been filled with an enormous sense of pride. To see
Mike wanting what Micky could have pretty much anytime he wanted to…that was such
an incredibly groovy feeling.
Mike could only imagine how well Peter could apply
his stage moves to a much more intimate, horizontal setting; Could only imagine what
it was like to have these succulent lips, this massive cock, this hot ass; To feel
and to hear and to see Peter in the throes of passion. To see that want…that need…in
those gorgeously expressive toffee-colored eyes.
Micky didn’t have to imagine. He
knew, and he was now the only man that did.
Micky leaned forward, never missing a
beat with his thrusting hips as he did so, seeking out Peter’s lips. As their mouths
entangled, Peter was able to release some of the sounds that were stopped up inside
of him, their volume muffled due to Micky’s tongue being halfway down his throat.
“Micky….please…” Peter pleaded as they separated, his voice trembling and almost
sounding on the brink of tears. “Please…I can’t take anymore. I’m going to go crazy.
It feels too good…” He hitched in breath as Micky brushed his prostrate again, and
barely contained the cry that wanted to burst from him.
Micky’s smile was gentler
this time. He pushed Peter’s sweaty bangs off his face, and then kissed his moist
forehead. “I love you,” he murmured as he slipped his hand down to grasp Peter’s
cock, starting to stroke it firmly in time to his thrusts.
Peter arched beneath him,
his restraint really starting to crack now as a loud groan escaped him. His breath
fanned over Micky’s neck, hot and quick and urgent.
“Shhh…” Micky whispered, though
he felt like he couldn’t contain himself much longer either. The tension in Peter’s
body was causing him to clamp down even harder on Micky’s cock than usual, and the
friction was driving him wild.
At the moment that Peter’s orgasm struck, the only
way he could keep from waking the entire household was to abruptly sink his teeth
into Micky’s shoulder. Micky hissed, tensing all over, though the pain served to
give him his final push as well, and he began to come even as the muscular contractions
from Peter’s release were pulsing around his cock. He moaned against Peter’s neck
as his final throes had their way with him.
As they collapsed together, Peter wrapped
his arms around Micky’s body, tenderly licking and kissing the bite mark he had left.
He hadn’t drawn blood, but there would be quite a bruise there come morning, he was
sure.
As the pair in the bed seesawed down toward sleep again, completely sated and
content, upstairs in the other bedroom there was still some activity that was just
wrapping up.
Mike arched off the bed, his pajama bottoms pooled around his knees,
his body wet with sweat, his hand moving up and down his throbbing erection at a
furious pace. A barely suppressed groan locked behind his lips as he came violently,
coating his hand and abdomen with his sticky fluids.
“Oh god…Peter…” he whisper-moaned
in the darkness.