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"An After Dinner Snack"

Title: An After Dinner Snack
Author: barrelracer
Pairing: Torksmith
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations, language and the abuse of an innocent kitchen table.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Monkees and do not claim in any way that this ever happened.
Summary: Mike is in a don’t ask, just take mood.


The legs of the wooden kitchen table shuddered in protest and forgotten dinner plates clattered to the floor, some breaking into several pieces as a body was unceremoniously shoved onto the smooth top.

Peter lay back, feeling the coolness of the polished wood on his overheated skin and watched through hooded eyes as his feet were drawn up and placed on Mike’s shoulders. His hands flew above his head to grasp the tables’ edge when his body was yanked closer to the Texan’s tall, lanky frame.

Within seconds the sound of bodies slapping together seemed to ricochet off the walls of the dimly lit room. Mike grazed his fingers down Peter’s chest and belly causing the blond to groan as tingling sensations of mindless pleasure rippled throughout his body making him dig his fingernails into the underside of the kitchen table. The Texan watched mesmerized, as the hard as steel erection bobbed against Peter’s stomach in time to his thrusts and he couldn’t help but stroke his fingertips along that ridged flesh, drawing another, deeper groan out of the bassist.

The legs of the table rocked haphazardly under their weight when Mike leaned forward, placing a hand under Peter’s head, lifting it as he crashed his lips against the blonds. Peter could feel the smoothness of the wood sliding against his back as Mike’s tongue thoroughly explored his mouth, as if memorizing each tooth, each taste bud and making Peter gasp in its intensity.

When Mike had been asked if he wanted a slice of the apple pie one of their neighbors had given them for dessert, Peter didn’t stop to think that he could be on the menu, but when he’d seen the dark smoldering look in the Texan’s eyes he might as well have covered himself in hot fudge sauce and placed a cherry on his head. Before he’d known what was happening Mike had jerked him to his feet, ripped his clothes off (literally, buttons from his shirt had flown everywhere) fondled, licked and sucked him into a mind reeling, tip leaking arousal.

A hard jab from Mike’s hips made Peter gasp and brought his mind back to the present.

Mike had straightened back up and had changed tactics, slowly pulling almost all the way out, until only the head of his cock was inside Peter then slamming back in. The Texan repeated this movement several times, uttering a harsh groan with each thrust and each time he did, a pleasure filled sob was forced from the blonds lips.

“Ya like that huh?”

“Uh…yeah….fuck…”

Mike watched Peter’s face as he changed rhythm yet again, enjoying the play of expressions flitting across the blonds face as he drove into him with long deep strokes.

One corner of Mike’s lips curled up in a self satisfied smirk as the bassist's eyes rolled into his head and he all but melted into the table. He turned his head, placing a quick kiss on Peter’s inside right ankle bone as his right hand began to stroke up and down the tanned muscular thigh.

Peter gasped and moaned as Mike continued to rock against him, the polished table top was growing slick with the sweat that began to bead on his chest and trickle down his sides onto the wood. Suddenly Mike leaned over, rolling his tongue over a puckered nipple, tasting the damp slightly salty flesh and causing Peter to gasp as a new jolt of pleasure shot through him.

Mike continued to lick and suck the pebbled nub before moving his attentions to its twin a few moments later. Peter’s gasping moans were beginning to run together when he finally rose up again and made a slight adjustment to his position, brushing Peter’s prostate on the next thrust. The slight contact sent little bolts of electricity skittering up and own Peter’s spine, threatening to turn bone to jelly. The pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t help but sharply cry out as Mike thrust in again, making sure to brush Peter’s pleasure button.

“That feel good shotgun, gettin’ that tight ass filled with my cock?”

Peter tried desperately to focus his glazed eyes on Mike, the tingling sensation in his back nearly reducing him to tears.

“Oh god, feels so good…please…don’t stop.”

Mike snorted; stopping was the very last thing he had on his mind as he grasped Peter’s balls in his fingers, roughly rolling them over the tight sacks, reveling in the sound of Peter’s strangled groan. The sight of that nimble body stretched out before him, taking every thing he had to give and begging for more, well Mike didn’t know how much better it could possibly get. Giving one last firm stroke over Peter’s testicles, Mike grasped Peter’s waist, preparing for the home stretch.

Peter gazed up at his lover through hazy, lust filled eyes; quickly brushing sweat dampened hair off his forehead he grasped Mike’s wrists where his hands had settled firmly at his waist. He groaned again as he bent his knees, tucking his legs close to his chest, Mike barely had time to notice the sly gleam in his eyes before Peter roughly gasped out…

“Hard Michael, Fuck. Me. Hard.”

The groan that started deep in Mike’s chest tumbled out his lips as a rough growl…

“Ya want me to fuck ya harder….ram this dick into that sweet ass?”

“Nnugh, yeah give it to m…”

Peter’s plea was suddenly cut short when Mike slammed into him so hard Peter would have been pushed clear off the other side had Mike not had a firm hold on him. The sound of Mike’s loud grunts mixed with Peter’s exuberant wails echoed throughout the pad as Mike ruthlessly pounded him. Sweat trickled down Mikes face into his eyes and he quickly wrapped an arm around Peter’s legs, bringing the other hand up to restlessly wipe away the stinging wetness.

Suddenly Mike pulled out and before Peter could whimper at the sudden loss he found himself jerked to his feet (again), whirled around, slammed up against Mike’s chest and impaled on Mike’s cock seemingly all in one swift move.

The Texan continued to pound into him in the standing position, wrapping one arm securely around his chest holding him up, the other hand clamped itself on his hip holding him in place. One of Peter’s hands flew behind him, fisting in Mike’s dark hair as the Texan’s lips fastened on Peter’s sweat slick neck.

Peter heard Mike groan as he arched his back, pushing his ass harder against Mike’s thrusting hips. The hand that had been on his hip wrapped itself around his throbbing erection; the rapid motion of Mike’s hips pumping Peter’s cock through Mike’s clenching fingers.

Within seconds Mike felt the all too familiar tightening in his testicles that signaled the oncoming rush into oblivion. Giving a few hard tugs to Peter’s cock, Mike felt and heard the wail that rose up from the trembling body in his arms as Peter’s orgasm tore threw him. The force of it caused Peter’s muscles to clench around Mike’s cock…

“AHHH, FUCK!”

Mike’s body bucked and twitched in the throes of his orgasm, shooting his seed deep into Peter’s body. He stumbled back a few steps pulling Peter with him and leant heavily on the counter behind him.

Mike’s trembling legs quickly gave out and both men sank to the floor in a jumbled heap.

Mike closed his eyes, fighting to draw breath into his heaving lungs and waited for the room to stop spinning. Feeling Peter snuggle up against his chest, Mike sighed contentedly and wearily wrapped an arm around his shoulders, placing a soft kiss on the blond head.

“Holy shit,” Mike said a minute later, leaning his head back on the cupboard door...

“Holy shit is right.”

Mike’s eyes popped open and both he and Peter jumped at the sound of Micky’s voice as they turned their heads to see their two band mates slumped in their chairs next to the table, looking more than a bit bed ragged and disheveled themselves.

“That was definitely… interesting.” Davy said, grinning as he lifted his hips off the chair to tuck himself back into his pants.

Mike glanced sheepishly at Peter then back at their two friends, “Uh, I guess we forgot you two were there.”

Micky gave a somewhat breathless laugh while pulling his zipper back up, “Yeah, we kind of figured that out.”

As soon as Mike and Peter had sluggishly risen to their feet and made their way into the bathroom to clean up, Micky leaned over and gave a playful nudge to Davy’s shoulder, “You know, next time it might be better if you didn’t ask Mike what he wanted for dessert...”