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"The Advantages of Snooping"

Title: The Advantages of Snooping (aka: Curiosity Fucked a Micky)
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: Just a random Torklenzmith. Unrelated to my series. I also randomly amused myself this morning by coming up with combinations of 'torksmith' and 'porn'. I got Torkporn and Pornsmith, neither of which really conveys the idea.
Author's Note: Howdy! I wrote this little piece to hopefully tide me over for a while or start my muses up again, whichever.


"Fuck, Mike..."

Micky stopped dead outside his and Mike's bedroom, hand poised to knock. It wasn't actually strange that Peter would be in their room, as Mike often bounced ideas off of him, it was very strange for Peter to be swearing... in that tone of voice... in their room.

"Yeah, Mike, s'good... so good..."

Micky bit his lip in consternation. He knew what those noises and phrases meant, but that was impossible, wasn't it? Mike and Peter couldn't be... they weren't...?

"Oh god, fuck me..."

Micky made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Yes, they were definitely doing that.

But now, what to do?

Micky knew, logically, that he should be sprinting down the stairs as fast as he could. He should be running away and going down to the beach to hit on a pretty girl in a bikini. He should not be listening to his roommates have queer sex.

And yet, he was still there.

"Jesus, Peter, you're so tight... .you feel so... ngh..."

Ngh was correct, Mike certainly had that part right. Ngh was about all Micky could think. He noticed that his fist was still at the door and snatched it back. He pondered that his pants, already rather tight, had grown noticeably moreso. He glanced down at the bulge straining the front of them, frowning.

You go down, he thought at it sternly. You are not supposed to be happy at the sounds of your friends having sex. You are supposed to like pretty girls in bikinis. Go down right now.

The bulge did not listen.

Maybe I could just peek in and...

And what? the logical part of his brain asked. Oh, how he hated that part. And jack off to your friends fucking each other? How will that make this situation any less horrible?

Micky's hand, however, appeared to have the same listening power as his crotch, and slowly drew up to the door, pushing lightly at it until it opened just a crack.

He peered through, ignoring that voice telling him this was a bad idea. He hated that voice anyway.

Indeed, the situation inside was as it had first seemed to be. Peter was lying on his back on Mike's bed, staring up at the man on top of him, who just so happened to be Mike. Micky was somehow unsurprised. Mike and Peter were also most definitely naked, and Mike appeared to be connected to Peter in the area of the ass.

Oh, shit...

They were fucking, Peter and Mike were fucking, like full on screwing right there.

Micky whimpered quietly.

Mike stopped moving.

Oh, shit...

And this 'oh shit' was for an entirely different reason, because Mike not moving while he was fucking someone couldn't be normal, could it?

"We know you're there, Micky."

Oh. SHIT.

"You wanna stop hiding behind the door and come in here?"

"Not really," he blurted before he could help it, and he cringed away from the door.

Mike seemed to take this in stride.

"You sure? We could use a hand..."

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?" Micky asked, for once in agreement with the voice.

"C'mon in here and I'll tell ya." Mike said.

Micky contemplated. He did like the sounds coming from that room, obviously. He might as well, right? That voice was almost screaming, but Micky, once again, ignored it. It was a stupid voice, anyway.

He opened the door.

Mike was looking straight at where the door had previously been, and Micky took a step back at the intensity of his gaze.

"Come here."

Now that voice, that voice he would listen to. That was not a voice that would take kindly to being ignored.

He strode over to the bed and stood next to it, glancing down at Peter. Peter smiled up at him, a normal Peter-smile, except that Mike's dick was in his ass.

"Hey, Mick," Peter said softly.

"Hi, Pete," Micky replied faintly.

"So ya see, Mick," Mike's voice snapped Micky's attention back to him. "Peter's got this problem. He keeps talkin' and talkin', and it's hard for me to get my business done, right?"

"Uh, right?" Micky half-questioned, looking back down at Peter, who had an unreadable look on his face. Micky decided that it was some cross between excitement and anticipation.

"So I gotta find some way to keep him quiet, right?"

"Right," Micky said, more confidently this time, as Peter nodded at him.

"So you should put your cock in his mouth to stop him talkin', right?"

"Right - what?!" Micky stared, eyes wide, at Mike, who hadn't even twitched. "I should - what!?"

"You heard me. Seems to me it'd solve all our problems. I get to finish my business, Peter gets a good fuck, and you get a way to solve that little problem you got there." Mike deliberately gazed down at Micky's crotch for a few long seconds before returning his eyes to MIcky's thoughtful ones.

Micky pondered. The way Mike was saying it did seem to make rather a lot of sense. Peter obviously wanted a good fuck, from the way he had been moaning and the way he was squirming on Mike's cock even now. And the erection pressing against the front of his pants was bothersome.

"Okay," he said before he had time to listen to that voice. Stupid voice. "What should I do?"

For a second, a smile lit up Mike's face and Micky thought he might explode. Then it was gone, a normal Mike-smile replacing it, small and secretive.

"Get your sweet little ass up here."

Micky paused. Mike thought he had a sweet little ass? He then decided that this was certainly not the time, and crawled up next to Peter. He looked at Mike curiously.

"Swing your leg over him," Mike commanded. Micky did so, looking down at Peter, who looked back up, eyes wide and innocent.

Then Peter smiled again, craning his neck to trail his tongue up Micky's still-clothed bulge, and those eyes weren't so innocent anymore.

Micky wavered, tilting backward, but Mike pressed a hand to the small of his back to keep him from falling.

"Steady, there." There was an undeniable thread of amusement in Mike's voice now.

Peter brought his hands up to the button of Micky's jeans, and to Micky, he blinked, and his cock was bared to Peter's hungry gaze.

Peter immediately sucked Micky's cock into his mouth, and Micky cried out, throwing his head back. Mike tugged his hair to force him gently back until his lips could reach his bared throat. Mike fastened his lips to his pulse-point, sucking lightly.

Micky pumped his hips forward into Peter's mouth, reaching a hand back to cradle Mike's head and keep it gently to his neck.

Peter groaned loudly around Micky's cock, suddenly arching. Micky guessed Mike must have continued moving.

Peter's tongue darted over the head of Micky's dick. Micky marveled that Peter seemed to know exactly where to move his tongue to drive him crazy.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Micky moaned, the warm moistness of Peter's mouth around him combined with Mike's attention to his neck were overloading his brain.

Mike muffled a groan into his shoulder, and Micky was gone. In the back of his mind, he heard Mike let out his own groan of release, but he was distracted from this by the flurry of stars before his eyes. Micky was sure of it, Peter had pulled his brain out through his dick.

Peter let his mouth slide off of MIcky, taking in deep gasps of air.

"Please, Mike, fuck, please-"

"Patience..." Mike warned. Micky felt a nudge at his back and looked back. Mike motioned for him to turn around.

After he resituated himself, he tilted his head curiously. "Hmm?"

Mike nodded at Peter's hard prick.

'Me?' Micky mouthed in surprise, jerking a thumb at his chest.

Mike nodded again.

Micky shrugged. In for a penny... He wrapped his hand around it, pumping his fist up and down. He listened with a sort of pride when a strangled groan escaped Peter's lips.

His hand moved faster as it became slick with Peter's precum.

He found himself muttering under his breath. "Come on, Peter, come on, come, come for me-"

Micky was almost flung upwards, a comical expression of surprise on his face when Peter arched, his hips snapping up with the force of his climax.

Mike grabbed his shoulders, holding him steady once more until Peter's hips sank back down to the bed.

Mike moved Micky into his arms for a very brief, very strange hug.

"Good?" He asked casually.

"Unnnngh," was all Micky could say.

"I'm glad. Wanna do it again sometime?"

"OhmyfuckingGod."

"Groovy."