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"Sunburn"

Title: Sunburn
Author: Lucy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Torklenzmithhhhh
Genre: Slash
Warnings: Language and sexuality
Disclaimer: I don't own the Monkees and make no aspersions toward their sexualities.
Summary: It was just a normal day at the beach... Well, Monkees-Normal.


"I've got a date tomorrow," Davy announced to Peter suddenly. They were sprawled a few feet from the edge of the water. Peter smiled at this, glancing over at an oblivious Micky and Mike, who were deeply involved in a whispered conversation a few yards to their left.

"Oh?" He replied casually. "What's her name?"

"Melody," Davy replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Just thought I should let you fellas know I'll be in late tomorrow. She's a real tiger."

"Oh, I'm not sure, Davy," Peter drew up a thoughtful look. "Didn't Mike say something about practice tomorrow night?"

Davy's lips curled into a frown. "Did he? I can't recall... Well, I'm sure you three can manage without me, I don't do much anyway."

"Hey, man, don't talk like that!" Peter's eyebrows drew together stubbornly. "You're important to the group and you know it!"

Davy simply shrugged a shoulder and Peter knew any more talk on this subject would be fruitless. He dutifully changed the subject back to something he knew Davy would have no problem talking about.

"So, Melody, you said? Where did you meet her?" He prodded gently.

There it was, the grin was back on Davy's face. "At the Vincent Van. She said she liked my dancin' and then that led to... other types of dancin'..." He insinuated lewdly.

Peter hummed and nodded. "Ah."

"Yeah." All of a sudden, Davy was looking at him with vague concern. "Are you... erm..."

"Yes, David?" Peter asked. It was amazing how much information a gentle question could get you.

"Will you be all right while I'm gone?" The words came out in a rush. "I mean, I know Micky and Mike have this... thing-" For a second, Peter's heart leaped into his throat. "-where they can just strike up a conversation anywhere about anything, but I don't want you to have nothing to do while I'm gone..." He shot a nasty glance over where Mike and Micky were, indeed, still having their conversation.

A dirty smile twisted Peter's lips for a few seconds while he contemplated exactly how much he was going to have to do while Davy was gone. He opened his mouth to reply with a thank you and a sweet smile, but before the words could come out, he found that he was being lifted by the armpits and dragged down the beach.

"Sorry, Dave," came Micky's jaunty voice from his left shoulder.

"Need to borrow Peter for a bit, we'll get him right back to ya," Mike's twang sounded from his right.

Peter blinked as Davy's indignant form became smaller and then cut off suddenly as the other two men plopped him down in a small nook in between two rocks.

"What did we tell you," Mike began conversationally, bending to slide the stunned man's red trunks down. "About smilin' like that in public?"

Micky grinned. "I think we told him we'd jump him, Mike."

"Y'know, I think we did!" Mike's eyes widened in mock-surprise.

Peter's eyes went wide as well and he backed himself up against one of the rocks. "But we're... what if... Davy...?" He protested weakly.

Mike took one, two, three steps until he was standing directly in front of Peter. He bent, then settled comfortable into Peter's lap. Peter's eyes fluttered shut when he felt Mike's hardness pressing against his own. They opened again when Mike spoke.

"I don't. Care."

"Davy's rather occupied," Micky said from where he was peeking around the edge of the rock. "Some chick's falling all over him."

Mike snorted. "Well, we've got a while, then."

Micky giggled in agreement.

Mike shoved his hips forward, drawing a low moan from his prey. Micky shimmied out of his own shorts and fell to his knees next to the entangled pair. He leaned in close to murmur something into Mike's ear. For a second, Peter understood Davy's irritation. What were they whispering about?

Mike laughed, pulling his head back and nodding before crushing his lips to the other man's. Micky moaned, slipping a hand behind Mike's neck to attempt to pull him closer. 'They're already attached at the face,' Peter thought-grumbled. He shook this thought away. He was not jealous of Mike's relationship with Micky. He had sent months ensuring that they had a relationship, for pete's sake!

Micky broke away to press his lips to Peter's instead, and Peter's mind lightened. 'There, see. He's kissing you, too. Oh God, is he kissing you...' Peter moaned in his head as Micky nipped at his lower lip before pulling away. His eyes were filled with lust.

Mike suddenly stood, levering himself out of Peter's lap and holding out a hand to assist Peter in standing. Peter took it and leaned back against the rock once he was fully vertical.

He gave the other two men a sultry look, and The Smile slowly appeared on his face. "Well?"

This challenge could not go unanswered, and Micky dove to capture Peter's lips while Mike rid himself of his trunks.

The kiss was wild and rough, just as most kisses from Micky were. Micky stopped shoving his tongue down Peter's throat to whisper a throaty command.

"Suck me."

Peter reversed their positions, pressing Micky against the rock and dropping to his knees, thankful for the soft sand to cushion them. He smiled up at Micky, a toned down version of The Smile, and licked a slow line up the underside of Micky's erection.

A smack at his hip distracted him from Micky's ensuing groan. "Spread," came Mike's voice in his ear. He did so without question, because questions were useless when Mike's voice got like that, all soft and raspy and demanding.

He returned his attention to Micky, gently tonguing the head of his cock before sliding it effortlessly down his throat.

"Fuck!" Micky cried out, his head banging rather painfully against the rock as he threw his head back. He glared down at Peter. "No fair using things I teach you on me..." he muttered.

Peter smiled around the cock in his mouth. That had been a very interesting night... Micky had promised to teach him how to give better blow-jobs, and Mike had graciously offered himself as their test subject.

He drew his mouth slowly upward. "You love it."

"Not the point. Giving head is my specialty, and you're not allowed to - Jesus!"

Mike had shoved into Peter without warning, driving deep into him and forcing him forward on Micky's cock. Peter moaned, and the vibrations that ensued almost made Micky come right then and there.

"Yeah, that's it..." Micky whispered. "Take it. Take it all. Wrap your pretty lips around my cock."

Mike thrust rapidly, setting a frantic pace, and Peter knew Micky's words were affecting him just as much.

"Gonna come down your throat. Suck me good, Pete. Gonna come right through that smile that fucking smile fuck Peter so good gonna come coming coming coming!"

Micky's head banged against the rock again as his head flew back with his release. Peter swallowed happily, then placed a grateful kiss on his hipbone. Micky had taught him well.

Mike's thrusts pushed him forward through the sand, and Micky moved out of the way lest he be crushed. Peter began to stroke his own erection, desperate for release after witnessing (and tasting) the explosion that was Micky's.

He heard Mike's breathing, fast and irregular, and knew he wouldn't last long.

"Come in me, Mike," he breathed. "Come in my ass, know you wanna... Fuck, Michael..."

Mike sank his teeth into Peter's shoulder as he came, but Peter didn't mind much, as he was experiencing a rather mindblowing orgasm of his own. He slumped forward bonelessly, cursing when his face scraped on the rock. He pouted.

"Aww, I'll make it better," Micky teased, giving him a slobbery kiss on the cheek. Peter wiped it away, giggling.

Micky suddenly made a face. "I've got sand in places sand should never be."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, well, unless Peter gets cleaned off pretty soon, he's gonna have some interesting tan lines..."

Peter frowned down at the white substance on his stomach. "Huh. " He shrugged, grabbing his discarded shorts and using them as a makeshift rag. "I'll put them in the wash later."

"Hey, are you almost done, fellas?" Davy's voice called.

All three faces took on panicked expressions. They tripped over each other in a mad dash for their swimsuits, all barely managing to look presentable when Davy's annoyed face peered around the corner. "Hey, it's been nearly half an hour! What were you doing?"

Micky and Mike exchanged a glance.

"Just talking," Micky said airily. "We noticed we've been leavin' Peter out of stuff and we felt bad."

Davy nodded firmly. "Well, good on you. It's about time."

"Yeah, we're real sorry, Pete." Mike sent an apologetic look Peter's way and he just barely managed to keep from laughing out loud.

"Oh, it's no problem, Michael. I'm glad we had this talk, though!" He very deliberately Smiled at them. "Hope we can do it again sometime!"

Mike's eyes said, 'Oh, you can count on that, shotgun.'