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"Merry Christmas, Micky"

Title: Merry Christmas, Micky
Author: Barrelracer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Torklenzsmith
Warning: Raunchy man sex, dirty words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Monkees and do not claim in any way that this ever happened.
Summary: Micky knows what he wants for Christmas.


As the Monkeemobile pulled out of the airport parking lot, Mike whistled a Christmas tune under his breath. They had all pulled together to send Davy back to England for the holidays and now that the elf sized singer was on his way, Mike was eager to get back to the pad…and Peter. Mike smiled to himself ashe drove toward the house, just two months before Micky and Davy, realizing that their two friends had developed strong feelings for each other had secretly set them up on a blind date that had revealed some surprising discoveries.

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Grinning widely and feeling giddy about the approaching holiday, Peter placed another bulb on the tree then stepped back and looked over at Micky who was standing just a foot or two away.

“How does it look, Micky?” He asked, taking another sip out of the glass of egg nog before setting it down on the raised bandstand.

“It looks great.” Micky answered, casting a side long glance at his blond friend, his eyes twinkled with silent laughter. Everyone knew that Peter’s favorite holiday was Christmas and his youthful face glowed with the gayety of the season.

Micky grinned and directed his attention back to the tree although his mind wasn’t really on the six foot tall Pine.

After accidently walking in on Mike giving Peter head just two weeks prior, Micky had quietly stood in the open doorway for a few minutes listening to Peter’s pleasure filled moans before backing silently out and quietly closing the door. Since then the curly haired drummer had developed a nagging urge to watch the activities. Knowing the easy going, open minded person that Peter was, Micky didn’t think Peter would mind him, just once, sitting in on their nightly activities. Mike on the other hand may be hard to convince, Micky hoped that what he was going to suggest tonight wouldn’t send the taller man into a state of panic. Micky took a drink out of his own glass then set it down and launched into a rousing rendition of “Jingle Bells” with Peter quickly joining in.

Pulling the Monkeemobile into the drive and switching the key to the off position, Mike could hear the singing as he opened the car door. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he walked to the front door, this would be his and Peter’s first Christmas as a couple and he had gotten a secret gift for his blond band mate that Mike would give him later when they were alone. As he opened the door he was greeted by the sight of his friends putting the finishing touches on the brightly decorated tree. Glancing over as Mike closed the door behind him; Peter tossed a handful of tinsel onto the nearest branch and ran over and practically tackled the taller man.

“Hi Michael” he breathed as he planted a passionate kiss right on the Texan’s mouth. Mike wrapped his arms around the hard body plastered against him, pulling him closer and returning the kiss. Then pulling away just far enough to look at Peter’s face, Mike quirked an eyebrow as he found himself gazing into a pair of bright toffee colored eyes. Casting a slightly embarrassed look at Micky, who grinned and raised his glass in salute. Mike turned his attention back to the man in his arms, being the private person that he was, Mike was still sometimes surprised by Peter’s unabashed open displays of affection in the company of their other two band mates. He gave Peter a gentle squeeze, shyness aside; the bassist was one hell of a passionate lover.

“So you two got the tree all decorated.”

“We wanted to surprise you, doesn’t it look nice?”

Mike gently disentangled himself from Peter’s arms and walked over to stand in front of the tree, gazing at the twinkling lights and the brightly colored bulbs.

“Yup, it sure does.”

Mike turned his head as Peter stepped up beside him, taking in the excitement showing on the blond's face. He couldn’t believe that he’d been so lucky when this angel faced man had admitted his feelings for him on their “date”. Mike smiled as he grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him to the couch, he had also bought special gifts for Davy and Micky as a “thank you” for their interference.

“Come on babe, how about we sit down for a while.” Settling down on the couch next to Mike, Peter laced his fingers through Mike’s and leant his head on his shoulder. Quickly placing a gentle kiss on the top of the blond head, Mike looked over as Micky sat down next to them.

“So what do you fellas want to do tonight?” Mike asked, feeling his heart began to race as Peter rubbed small, lazy circles on the back of his hand with his thumb, as much as he enjoyed this quiet time together with his two friends, Mike couldn’t wait to get Peter alone later.

“Don’t know, whatever you guys want to do is fine with me.” Peter replied. Mike leaned his head on Peter’s then jerked it up again as Micky’s suggestion shocked him right down to his boots.

“I want to watch you two go at it.”

“WHAT?!”

Mike’s rattled brain briefly registered that Peter’s head had popped off his shoulder and he too was regarding Micky with a look of shock that mirrored his own. Peter shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind.

“Micky did you just say what I think you just said?”

Micky carefully monitored the wide eyed expressions on the faces of his two friends as he calmly replied, “You heard me right.”

Mike’s shocked look slowly turned into one of total disbelief. “Now let me get this straight, you want to watch me and Pete….uh...” Try as hard as he could, he just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Micky actually wanted to watch.

Peter suppressed a smile at Mike’s reaction; it wasn’t Micky’s suggestion that struck him as funny but the look of total shock on Mike’s face. Mike, who at first had to be coaxed into just kissing him in the privacy of their own home when Davy and Micky were around, was being asked to actually make love while someone else watched. Mike was reminded how open minded Peter was when he heard Peter’s voice, now brimming with barely restrained amusement.

“Micky, I believe the word he’s looking for is fuck.”

Now it was Micky’s turn to feel the unwelcome feeling of embarrassment creeping up his neck. “Jeez Peter, talk about putting it bluntly but yeah, I want to watch you and Mike fuck.”

Still feeling slightly uneasy with the situation, Mike looked at Peter and regarded him closely for a moment, looking for any sign that the blond wasn’t too enthused about being on display. Seeing none, Mike gave a nod of his head toward the kitchen and the two men rose and walked a short distance away. Micky watched with rapt attention as the two quietly talked for a few minutes, thinking that Mike was taking this better than he had hoped. Micky’s eyes grew round as Peter nodded his head eagerly and wrapped his arms around Mike’s shoulders, placed an open mouthed kiss on his lips. His eyes grew even wider as one of Peter’s hands slipped down Mike’s stomach to his crotch, gently stroking.

Then, as if hearing some unspoken command, both men broke apart and quickly undressed. Mike’s eyes narrowed and took on a lusty gleam as Peter’s nimble body was uncovered. His eyes traveled down the slightly hair covered chest to the impressive erection jutting out from the nest of curls at the junction between Peter’s thighs. Hearing a small gasp from the couch Mike knew without looking that Micky’s gaze had also zeroed in on Peter’s huge cock. In fact, Mike had reacted the same way the first time he’d seen Peter naked.

Being completely at ease with their captive audience sitting on the couch, Peter dropped to his knees in front of Mike. Knowing the Texan was still having serious doubts about doing something that was normally done in private, Peter looked up at Mike with a lecherous grin.

He knew exactly how make those feelings fly right out the door in a flash.

Peter ran his hands up the outside of Mike’s thighs, around to his firm ass and held them there softly caressing with his fingertips. Peter’s eyes were glued to the mushroom shaped head pointing up toward the ceiling. Leaning forward, he blew a gust of warm air over the head of Mike’s cock then licked a tortuously slow line up the underside of the shaft.

Mike groaned and tipped his head back on his shoulders as he felt Peter’s tongue rolling around the head of his cock. His fingers worked their way through Peter’s soft, shiny hair as he felt the all consuming heat of Peter’s mouth slowly work its way down. Mike could feel the tension draining out of his body with each torturously slow up and down movement on his cock.

Watching the scene unfold before him, Micky groaned inwardly and reached down to adjust his suddenly tight fitting pants. For the first time since suggesting that the two get it on while he watched, Micky was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea but couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming over the two naked body’s just a few feet away.

Peter slowly withdrew his mouth and replaced it with his hand. Standing up, he watched Mike’s face as he continued to stroke him, then leaned forward and whispered something in Mike’s ear that Micky couldn’t quite catch. His eyes got even wider as his friends walked back to the couch; Micky placed both hands in his lap, trying to cover the erection pushing at the front of his pants while trying not to stare at the twin erections coming closer. While Mike was no slouch in the dick department, Peter was just downright huge. Micky felt as if his eyes were going to pop right out of his head as that massive member drew closer.

Micky briefly closed his eyes as his friends sat down on either side of him. Feeling a hand on his cheek he opened his eyes and gave a startled squeak as Mike leaned in and pressed his mouth to Micky’s. Feeling the gentle pressure of Mike’s lips on his, Micky sighed and opened his mouth then gave a strangled groan at the simultaneous sensations of Mike’s tongue sliding against his own and the hand that brushed his aside and began to rub against his erection in slow, firm circles. Seemingly on its own, Micky’s hand wove its way into Mike’s hair, while his other hand restlessly rubbed along the top of Mike’s naked thigh, feeling the course hairs under his hand.

Peter quietly watched as his lover and his friend played tonsil hockey while his hand continued to stroke Micky’s clothed erection. Hearing Micky groan again and feeling the needed to get the show on the road, Peter grasped the hand that was on Mike’s thigh and folding all but the first two fingers back toward the palm of Micky’s hand, began to lick and suck on them, raising and lowering his mouth like he’d done to Mike just a few minutes before. Knowing the reaction he’d get, Peter wasn’t disappointed when Micky gasped and pulled away from Mike’s kiss.

Breathing hard, Micky watched spell bound as Peter continued to suck, the heady feeling of Peter’s tongue wrapping around his fingers sending little sparks straight to his groin.

Mike grinned as he watched, fully knowing what this was leading up to. “Hey babe, as much as Mick seems to be enjoying that, I have a feeling he’d much rather have something else sucked.”

Peter grinned around the fingers in his mouth then pulling them out said, “I think your right, Michael.” Giving Micky’s erection a hard squeeze, he then directed his next question at Micky. “ How about it Micky, want your cock sucked?”

Micky didn’t waste time in answering but stood and quickly shed his own clothes.

As soon as he sat back down Peter moved to kneel between his legs. Grasping his erection and giving a few gentle pumps, Peter leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue around the leaking, engorged head of Micky’s erection. Micky’s head fell back on the back of the couch and he grabbed fistfuls of the couch cushion as Peter’s talented mouth sank down on him.

“Oh god….Peter.”

Mike sat silently watching the activities and nearly came undone when Micky let out an exceptionally loud groan.

Knowing just how good that hot sucking mouth felt, Mike watched as Micky began to writhe under Peter’s skilled touch. Mike decided he’d been on the sidelines long enough; he stood and moved behind Peter. Leaning down he grasped Peter’s hips and pulled him into a standing position. Peter didn’t have to be told what Mike had in mind, but spread his legs slightly all the while continuing to suck Micky’s cock. Mike gazed at that tanned, well toned ass before him rubbing his hands on the rounded buttocks. Reaching slightly lower he gently massaged Peter’s balls with one hand, raising two fingers on the other to his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Peter groaned in pleasure as he felt Mike’s fingers breach him, drawing another moan from Micky when he felt Peter’s throat muscles vibrate around the head of his cock. Placing one hand on Micky’s hip and bracing the other against the back of the couch near his waist, Peter began to moan repeatedly as Mike finger fucked him, oh, how he loved being fucked by Mike whether it was with the Texan’s fingers or his cock, which he knew he’d be getting in a few more seconds. Micky watched through heavy lidded eyes as Mike replaced his fingers with his cock. This, this was what he wanted to see, true he was getting a little more than he’d bargained for what with his cock down Peter’s throat but damn, he wasn’t about to start complaining now.

Mike began to rock against Peter, slowly at first then setting a pace that Peter knew could last for quite some time. As he began to hum happily around the cock in his mouth, Peter knew what Mike was doing; he wanted to make this as good for both him and Micky as he could. Peter had never known anyone who had as much stamina as Mike, Mike could fuck for what seemed like hours….something Peter thoroughly enjoyed.

Micky’s moans escalated and his hips began to lift off the couch, Peter knew he was getting close and giving Micky a long lick up the underside of his shaft he closed his mouth around him again and began to suck hard, no easy feat with his body being vigorously rocked back and forth as it was. Micky gave a loud groan as his orgasm plowed through him, shooting the thick milky white fluid right down Peter’s throat who eagerly swallowed every drop.

Now that Micky’s desire was sated Peter was finally able to do what he’d aching to do since they started and that was voicing his pleasure for the entire state of California to hear. Pulling his mouth off Micky’s spent cock and bracing both hands along either side of Micky’s head Peter threw back his head.

“Oh fuck …..Michael.”

“You like that babe, do you like having my cock up your ass, Peter?”

“Yes….it feels so good…I love it when you fuck me.”

“Well I think I know something you might like even better.”

Before Peter could respond, Mike quickly adjusted his position and began a rapid thrusting motion, hitting that little magic spot inside Peter that Mike knew drove Peter absolutely wild and would make the blond even more vocal than he already was….he wasn’t disappointed.

“Oh, oh ….God Michael!”

“You know how much I love it when you say my name, don’t you?” The words came out in a rush as Mike concentrated on giving everything he had.

“Oh god….that’s it ……fuck me hard…Mike… give it to me.”

Mike knew that Peter liked getting an occasional good hard fuck and by the sound of his impassioned plea this was one of those times.

“You sure you want it hard, Pete?” But even as he spoke Mike knew he couldn’t deny Peter anything.

Grasping Peter firmly by his hips Mike began pounding into Peter with hard, violent thrusts. So hard that Peter was thrown against Micky’s chest. Quickly wrapping his arms around Peter’s mid section to hold him in place Micky felt the force of Mike’s thrusts vibrating through Peter’s body, wildly wondering if Peter was even going to be able to sit down after all this was said and done.

Mike knew he couldn’t keep up this pace much longer as he could feel the rising tide of his orgasm building.

“Mick….. wanna give him a helping hand>” Mike barely managed to gasp.

Feeling just a trifle wicked; Micky ran a hand down Peter’s stomach and feeling the nudge of the head of Peter’s massive erection on the back of his hand wrapped his fingers around it and began to pump in time with Mike’s thrusts. Peter turned his head toward Micky and groaned.

“Tighter.” Peter panted in Micky’s ear.

Micky grasped Peter’s cock with a firmer grip and continued the stroking motions. Peter’s groans were much louder now and Mike knew it wouldn’t be long before he toppled over the edge. Mike desperately tried to hold on a little longer but the combination of Peter’s groans and the tightness of the virgin like ass were too much for him.

With a loud, hoarse shout his orgasm rose up and rolled over him like a tidal wave, his mind briefly registering the wail that signaled Peter had also reached his. Gasping, Mike leaned over and placed a gentle kiss in the middle of Peter’s back then sat down next to Micky while Peter once again took his place on Micky’s other side. Waiting until the two men had gotten their breathing some what under control, Micky looked at Peter, noting that he showed no adverse effects following Mike’s rough riding.

Peter saw the look and asked, “What?”

“Well I had one question answered.”

Mike asked from his other side. "And what was that?”

Micky looked at Mike, giving a nod in Peter’s direction. “He can still sit down.”

Mike and Peter looked at each other and then burst out into hysterical laughter.

“What?”