Disclaimer: this imagine is NOT MINE. Credit to the original author, Arrowhead. I got this from Donatella's Head.

Rating: R

This fic has three parts

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{part 1}

"Great, here we go." Micky thought to himself as he buried his head underneath his pillow in an effort to drown out the sounds coming from across the room. Mike was at it again. What was his problem? This had been going on for weeks now. Micky propped himself up on one elbow and studied his room mate as well as he could in the dim moonlight. Mike was lying on his back and was mostly still, but occasionally he would squirm a little and let out a low moan that clearly indicated he was enjoying whatever it was that was happening to him in his dream. If that was all, it wouldn't be so bad but the longer he went, the louder and more animated he got. Micky would have given almost anything to know what this mind-movie was and what it had to do with the way his friend had been acting.

Lately, all the less admirable parts of Mike's personality had been asserting themselves. The stony quietness, and the standoffishness, and just an all around bad mood. The others were well aware of this, but Micky seemed to be the only one that noticed that the worst of it was directed at him. It was as though Mike couldn't stand to be in the same room with him. Especially if it was just the two of them. He would be very terse with his replies whenever Micky would try to engage him in conversation and would not even look at him if it could be avoided. Except for the underlying hostility, it was almost the same way he acted around a chick he might have an interest in. Micky smiled to himself. That was one comparison he wouldn't dare voice, not unless he wanted a punch in the nose. Still, he was intrigued by it. Just suppose, unbelievable as it might be, that Mike did have a little thing for him. He mulled this over for several minutes. He wasn't disgusted by the idea or anything, and he didn't think he was into guys but he had been curious about such things for a long time. Maybe curious enough to give it a try if the situation was right. What must it be like? Actually, if he were to experiment, he could do a lot worse than to have Mike as his accomplice. Micky never understood why more girls didn't go after him. He was a good-looking guy. What was not to like? The shiny black hair, the lean, muscled body that had not an ounce of fat and the full, pouty lips that just begged to be....Hmmm...Maybe he was a little more interested than he thought? He looked across the room where Mike was starting to move around a little more and was almost panting. Whatever it was, it must be good. It was hard to imagine what could make him lose his grip on that iron self control, but the more he thought about it, the more Micky felt he might like to have a go at causing that reaction.

The moaning was turning into almost coherent speech. He hadn't done that before. Micky focused his attention sharply on the words. Maybe the clue was there.

"Oooh, keep going."

Uh-huh.

"No, don't stop. Please."

Wow, was he actually begging? Unbelievable.

"Oh, Mick...."

WHAT!? He couldn't have heard that right.

"Micky don't stop now, you're killin' me."

Micky was completely astounded, and suddenly...very turned on. Perhaps he should investigate his new theory and see what happened.

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Another picture perfect summer afternoon. It was peaceful everywhere except in Mike's mind. He was sitting alone on the beach trying to understand what the hell was wrong with him. What was the cause of all this? Why did he suddenly want his best friend? He had been asking himself the same questions for weeks, along with the main one: What was he going to do about it? Even if Mick were interested, would he be able to go through with it and face himself after? He remembered his teenage years in Texas and what had happened to guys who were even suspected of doing what he was thinking of. It was something he had been taught to revile, and yet he could not get the idea out of his mind. Add this to everything else that was going on, and he'd be completely crazy in another week. Damn, but he was tired of always having to be the responsible one. Handling all the band business and then there was everyone else's personal crises too. The majority had to do with girls. Why did everyone always come to him with their problems? He was not the one the chicks exactly fought over. Maybe that was it. Maybe he should pursue them a little more actively. Nah. That would be more work. He'd have to make the first overtures, then there was all the "Where are we going" and "What are we doing" stuff. More decisions. And who said it would work? Nothing at all would be better than rejection. It would be nice to find someone who didn't want anything from him and didn't always expect him to be on. Someone who understood what he dealt with on a day to day basis and made no demands on him. Someone like....Arrghhh! There he went again. No matter what happened his thoughts always came back to the same thing.

It all started with the dream. It was the same one over and over. He was in the bedroom only it was a lot nicer. The scarred wooden floors were covered with a thick white carpet, the walls were painted a pale blue and the only furniture was the chaise lounge from downstairs except it had been covered with navy velvet. The windows were open letting in sunshine and silence. There was never any traffic noise or sounds from the beach. Mike would be sitting alone, watching the gauzy white curtains flap in the breeze, not knowing why he was there, when he would feel two hands settle gently on his shoulders. It startled him and he would turn to find Micky regarding him with a strange smile. It was predatory, that smile. And it was hypnotic.

"You need to relax." Micky said, as he gently massaged Mike's shoulders and the back of his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Micky sat down beside him, but facing the other way, and leaned in very close. "I can stop if you want, it's up to you." He said.

Mike could feel his breath against his neck as he made the offer. It made his heart beat faster and he felt dizzy for just a second. Unbelievably, he heard himself say, "No...You don't have to stop." as he looked away, ashamed and unable to face the intensity of the other man's gaze.

"I didn't think so." Micky said as he placed his hand on Mike's cheek and made him turn and look him in the eye before he leaned in closer and kissed him. It was a very light kiss, a mere brushing of the lips, a kind of tease.

"You have way, way too many hang-ups." He continued as he pushed Mike down onto his back. "We'll have to do something about that."

As unsure as he still was, Mike was powerless to resist. He could not understand it. He knew he should stop this, or at least try, but that first kiss, as little as it was, had completely undone his resolve. It was like being in a trance. His emotions were a mess, a combination of fear, humiliation...and desire.

He was lying down now and Micky was astride him, saying nothing only looking at him again. Unable to face that look, Mike closed his eyes and waited for whatever came next. He felt hands adeptly undoing the buttons on his shirt and then he was being kissed again. It was no tease this time. It was slow and intense. He felt the gentle flick of a tongue and he parted his lips to allow his friend to do what he would. The kisses moved to his neck and then down to his collarbone and then to his chest where they were joined by some gentle, almost playful bites. Mike finally began to relax and then decided to reciprocate, but every time he tried, Micky would pin him at the wrists. After a little while he felt the kisses stop. Micky was smiling at him again and still with that trace of menace. He started stroking the inside of Mike's thigh before reaching down to slowly unbutton his jeans and open the zipper. He slid his hand inside and said:

"Hey, you won't need the car for a while will you?"

"Huh?" Mike replied, snapping out of his daydream to see Davy standing over him.

"I asked if you'd be needing the car."

"Oh. No, go ahead."

"Are you okay? You look kind of funny."

"I'm fine."

Davy shrugged and started back to the house. With the way Mike had been acting lately it wasn't really a surprise to find him sitting looking all spaced out. Who could tell?

Mike was disgusted with himself. The more he considered it the more he realized that the part of the dream that bothered him the most was his total lack of willpower and control. If a guy were to try something like that on him in reality, he'd get laid out with one punch. (One thing that he took a tiny bit of comfort from was the knowledge that he was not developing an interest in men in general, just Micky. That was enough.) The very idea that he could be so weak was terrifying. He wondered if his friend could really behave like that, if he could be so intimidating and calculating. He had never seen any evidence of it, but there was no telling what a person could be hiding. The idea was quite seductive in one respect. To just give yourself up completely (if only temporarily) to someone else that way, to be free of all the expectations and pressures and just let whatever happens, happen would be glorious. What was he thinking? This was getting way out of hand.

Micky saw that after Davy left, he and Mike were alone again. He had better make a move now. As nice as the day was, more people were bound to show up. He grabbed his surfboard and went up onto the beach where he had left a couple of towels and other items. The thrill of the chase always put him in a good mood. This one was so different and special. It was all he could think about. The very idea of having Mike so wound up that he was actually begging ...wow! He had to make sure that his suspicions were correct and he had been thinking about the best ways to go about it.

This morning at breakfast he had started his research. All four of them were in the kitchen going about the usual morning routine. It was sort of crowded and there was something Micky had wanted from the cabinet but he would have to squeeze past Mike to get there. Perfect. As he eased himself past, he made sure to brush up against Mike's backside. The reaction wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone not looking for it, but Micky had been observing carefully. Mike had suddenly tensed up all over, but did not move away. Interesting. Now it was time to try something else. Micky threw a towel over his head and got the excess water out of his hair, which was even more wild and curly now that it was wet. He took a quick glance around to make sure they were still alone and then bunched the towel up and started to dry himself off. He was slow and deliberate in his movements. It was a come-on disguised as an everyday activity. And it was working. Mike could not look away as his friend carefully rubbed the faded red towel against his lithe, tanned body. After thoroughly drying himself, he began to apply tanning oil in the same manner. How could he go on like this? They had an out of town gig this weekend. Maybe the change of scenery would help. There would be girls there, too. Perhaps he could meet one that might get his mind off this mess. With this last shred of hope in his thoughts, he got up and went back to the house. He couldn't watch anymore for fear of being unable to hide his growing lust. From the corner of his eye, Micky had seen him watch and then suddenly take off for the pad. So he was right. What should he do now? He was very much enjoying his new role of aggressor.

He stretched out on another towel and let his mind wander. Sometimes the best ideas happen when you aren't even trying.

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The gig had went extremely well. The manager of the resort was already talking about the possibility of booking them for future dates. It was a great place to play. There was plenty to do during the day and they had even been given their own rooms. They were about three songs away from being finished for the weekend. Mike was sorry to see it end. He was just starting to get good and relaxed. He thought he might be getting a handle on things. Having his own room and being able to spend time away from the others during the day had done wonders for his mood. And now there appeared to be an added bonus. A brunette bonus wearing the shortest miniskirt he'd ever seen. Her name was Julie. Peter had informed him of this aftertheir last break.

"She was really interested in you, man." He had said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, and I don't think she meant for conversation, either."

From the suggestive way she was dancing and openly staring him right in the eye, he thought ol' Petemight just be right.

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He thought correctly. After the show, she had been easy enough to find and very quickly they wound up in her room. Mike who was eager to prove to himself that he was still "normal," was all over her as soon as they closed the door.

"Hold on cowboy." She said, pushing him back a little but leading him toward the bed at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked.

"Nothing's wrong, don't be in such a hurry." She shoved him onto the bed. "How would you feel about trying something different?"

"Nothing's wrong, don't be in such a hurry." She shoved him onto the bed. "How would you feel about trying something different?"

"Different?"

"Yeah." She replied as she produced a long silk scarf from the nightstand. Julie slid onto the bed beside him and started unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Well THIS was different anyway. He wasn't completely sure if he liked it or not. There was something about a chick being this aggressive that put him off just a little. Still, he wanted to see what she had in mind. She got his shirt off and then had him move closer to the headboard where she started winding the scarf around the railing and then trailed out a little slack before putting the rest of it around his wrists. The effect was that he was tethered to the bed instead of tied in one place, allowing for more movement.

Mike started to object. "Wait a minute, I'm not so sure about this."

"What are you worried about? You can get right out of it. See, just pull on this end and it'll come loose." She replied. Mike tried it and it worked just the way she said. What he didn't know was that when she retied the scarf, it was a different kind of knot. The sort he wouldn't escape without some help.

"And now, to make it really interesting...." She said, as she got another scarf and then proceeded to blindfold him.

This was a little more unusual than he was expecting, but what the hell. He heard her go into the bathroom and close the door. She wasn't in there long. Julie came out and crossed the room and then there was the metallic sounds of the knob and locks on the door.

"What are you doin'?

"Take it easy, I just want to make sure no one interrupts us."

Mike was getting a little impatient. All he wanted was a quick roll in the hay, not a theatrical production. He hoped she'd make it worth his while. Suddenly the mattress sagged under the weight of another person. He hadn't heard her come back. She was sitting silently beside him. He was beginning to wonder what the hold up was when he felt a light, hesitant caress across his chest. One was soon followed by another until it became a sort of massage. He was prompted to roll over by some gentle pushing. Once there, he was subjected to a backrub. It was very relaxing. For a chick, Julie had some strong hands, further evidenced when she gave him a hard pinch on the ass. After a while, he was on his back again and she was astride him...just like in his dream. Damn! About the time he thought he was free, there it was again to torture him. He could sense that she was very near him and then he was being kissed. It was very light and gentle. That was odd, considering how strong she had come on. What was even more odd was her perfume. He didn't know the name of it, but he knew it hadn't smelled like this. This smelled like aftershave. Specifically, the sort Micky wore. What the fuck was going on? Mike pulled at the end of the scarf but he remained tied fast. He rubbed his head against his shoulder and the mattress. He felt Julie move away. Mike finally managed to get the blindfold off. As often as he had had the dream and as much thought he had given it, he was still unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Sitting beside him was Micky, wearing a careful expression and nothing else. 

"Mike, I...I can explain." He said.

"You damn well better, and untie me!" Mike, said as he looked around the room before asking, "Where's Julie?"

"She left. I paid her to get you up here. I told her it was part of a practical joke we were playing on you"

"Yeah, some joke! Are you gonna turn me loose or what?"

"No, wait until you hear me out. I know what's been bothering you lately."

"How could you know that?"

"Well, You've been avoiding me, and whenever I'm near you, you're jumpy and stuff."

"So? That doesn't mean anything!"

"Not by itself, but when you add it to what you've been saying in your sleep...."

"What?"

"You've started talking in your sleep. Just last week. It must be quite a dream... Would you tell me about it?"

Mike was mortified that he had been found out, but in a weird sort of way it was a relief to not have to hide it anymore. Now that it was out in the open, he might as well come clean. He gave Micky the condensed version, omitting some of the more embarrassing details. His friend listened with a rapt expression. As he finished he asked:

"What exactly did I say?"

Micky told him and then added; "And I gotta tell you, it's really been getting to me."

Mike had no response for that. Micky looked at him with his dark eyes hot and sparkling.

"Would you like to try it?"

"I don't know."

"You do too. It's okay, you don't have to worry. This will stay between us."

"Well..."

"C'mon, you want to as much as I do. Just put aside that control freak side for once in your life and enjoy yourself."

Mike was torn. He wanted to abandon his rigid self restraint but still, was this the right thing? There was one way to find out.

"Okay, but untie me first." He was still lying there helpless with his wrists tied together and his arms stretched over his head.

Micky leaned forward but then stopped. "No, I think I'll leave that."

Mike started to protest but was silenced by a kiss. This time there was no hesitancy whatsoever. It was long and deep and commanding.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to. You can trust me." Micky said in a whisper, the warmth of his breath brushing Mike's ear and giving him that familiar dizzy feeling.

It was the most intense thing he had ever experienced in his life. It was so different from being with a girl that Mike couldn't really compare the two. For someone who had never done anything like this before, Micky seemed to know which buttons to push and how. He had brought Mike right to the edge several times and he hadn't even got to the good stuff yet. Micky found that it was very satisfying for him to give such pleasure to his friend but he was also delighting in playing with him like a puppet on a string. It was a very different feeling to be the one in charge of a situation. His ultimate goal was eliciting the reactions he had been subjected to hearing night after night. And he knew just how to get them.

He unfastened Mike's well-worn leather belt, then the button at the waist of his pants and then he pulled the zipper open as slowly as he could. Mike was looking at him with eyes ablaze. Interesting, they almost looked black instead of their usual dark brown. Micky slipped his hand inside and was a little surprised to discover just how well endowed his friend was. He had shared a room with him for years and in the course of day to day living he had seen him, but never in the upright and locked position. He gently stroked and squeezed and watched to see what kind of response this was getting. Mike had closed his eyes again and was starting to move his hips in rhythm withthe stroking.

"Do you want me to go on or stop at this?" Micky asked.

"No, don't stop."

"You're sure?"

"Yes." Mike replied. His breathing was becoming a little ragged. Right or wrong, he didn't care anymore. He felt himself being freed from his tight pants. The breeze from the ceiling fan on his hot skin was a delicious sensation but it was quickly forgotten. He had never been so stiff in his life. He was still being squeezed and stroked and then Mike felt a soft, warm wetness as Micky began to lick him

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Micky heard his friend gasp sharply as he went to work on him. That was just the start. They continued on for some time with Micky doing everything he could remember being done to him only better. Mike was totally under his spell. He was panting and writhing and occasionally letting out a low, husky moan. That was great but Micky had to have one more thing from him before he would finish. He sat up and looked at Mike while going back to gently stroking him.

"Had enough?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"No." Mike replied, still moving in rhythm with the touch.

"Want me to go on?"

"Yes, you know I do." Came the reply in a hoarse whisper.

"Maybe if you ask nicely...."

"Mick, please."

"What?"

"Don't stop. You're makin' me crazy...I can hardly stand it."

"Really?" Micky said, affecting disinterest when in reality he was almost enjoying the power more than the sex.

"Oh, Mick, go on you're killin' me. Please...don't stop now. Please."

Ah! There it was! All he wanted was a little begging, and what a rush it gave him. Micky very nearly lost control of himself before he could finish Mike off. He went down on the other man with a ferocity that brought him to climax in less than a minute. He backed off at the last possible second so he could watch Mike's expression as he went off like a rocket. Such were his feelings of accomplishment and dominance that Micky followed suit within seconds.

They laid together afterward. Mike had been untied and he put his arms around his friend who was resting his head upon his shoulder. Being freed from his bonds immediately restored his status as the alpha male. Micky had reverted back to his passive self and needed a little reassurance that he was still accepted after what he had done. This could never be mentioned to anyone. How did they go on with their lives after this? In the end they decided it would be best to just leave it all there. Curiosities had been satisfied, fantasies fulfilled and the intensity of a first time could never be duplicated. Later that night they left the room and besides them, nothing but the four walls within ever knew of what had taken place.

{part 2}

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard!" Rita screeched.

"No, you don't understand. I didn't mean..." Micky said.

"I don't care what you meant. You're sick! Get out of here!"

"Wait, just let me explain."

"No! You get out right now! I never want to see you again!" Rita replied, throwing his clothes at him for added emphasis.

Micky gave up trying to persuade her and began to get dressed. What a disaster this turned into. Just one more in a day full of them. He had left the pad late in the afternoon to take care of a few things and to just get out for awhile. It had been unbelievably boring around there. The first errand was to get some new drumsticks. It took three trips to different stores before he found the kind he liked and then the last set was taken by some jerk who snagged them before Micky got to the display. He had to settle for some different ones and then he spent more time than he intended to looking at this and that in the music store and some other places nearby. Afterwards, as he was returning to the car, he saw a cop standing there waiting for the time in the parking meter to expire. Micky arrived just as the red flag popped up. The officer started writing out a parking ticket as soon as it did. No amount of explanation or pleading helped as it quickly became evident that this policeman was no friend of anyone under 35. He finished writing the ticket and handed it to Micky with obvious pleasure. The cop stood looking at him waiting to see what he would do. What could he do? Not a damn thing. He climbed into the car and stretched over to put the ticket into the glove compartment. Wonderful. Where would he get the money to take care of that?

Every now and then he had days where he felt like the sole purpose of his existence was so other people would have someone to kick around. He drove around aimlessly for a while, enjoying the sun even though the city was in the midst of a heat wave. Gradually, his mood improved and he decided to go see Rita. They had gone out a few times and every time the date had wound up with them in bed. She wasn't that great, but at least she was a sure thing. Micky was restless as hell lately. It was sort of like reverse depression. He really wanted to do something, but nothing sounded good. And now here he was. An impatient snort from Rita snapped him out of his reverie as he finished getting dressed. He made one last half hearted try at explaining himself.

"I said GET OUT!" Came the reply, and this time she made her emphasis more serious.

Micky ducked as some sort of knick-knack whizzed over his head, crashed into the wall behind him and showered the area with bits and pieces of itself. He ran for the door while she was looking around for something else to throw. Damn. So much for his sure thing. Who would have thought a chick could be so easy and so uptight at the same time?

Night had fallen and the breeze that was blowing earlier had died. The heat was thick and oppressive. Micky could feel sweat already trickling down his back as he walked to the car. Upon getting nearer to the GTO, he noticed that the driver's side was sitting much lower than before. The rear tire was flat. Feeling quite put-upon, he sighed in exasperation as he started hauling the jack and spare tire out of the trunk. When he leaned over to put the lug wrench on, several tiny pieces of porcelain fell out of his hair, remnants of Rita's missile.

Changing a flat was not a task that took a lot of concentration and his mind started wandering again as he got to work. Sex with Rita was kind of dull, although better than nothing. Within the last couple of months, Micky had begun to think about it way more than he ever had before. Part of his thoughts were wanting to try new things he had seen or heard about.

He didn't think it was anything too bizarre or out of line, but when he had suggested them to Rita, you would have thought he had asked her to do the neighbor's dog in the court house square. Just why was he always thinking so much about it these days? Deep down, he knew exactly the cause of his preoccupation, but didn't really want to remind himself or else he'd start feeling even crazier. It was because of that one night two months ago.

He and Mike had agreed not to bring it up again, but that didn't mean he couldn't think about it. Sometimes he had nearly done more. There had been some late nights when he had come home from wherever, and Mike was already in bed asleep. He would be stretched out with the blanket kicked off wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and it was all Micky could do not to have his way with him right then and there. The memory of Mike's willingness and the way he moved under his touch was almost more than he could stand. Yes, he thought about it a lot. He couldn't help himself and he was pretty sure he wasn't the only one. There had been a few times when he had caught Mike looking at him and in a way that it wasn't hard to tell what was on his mind. He tried to act like he wasn't, but Micky knew better. He'd do well to stop it, or else something was going to happen, agreement or not.

As he lowered the car and removed the jack, he saw a faint flash out of the corner of his eye. Was that lightning? All he needed was to get caught in the pouring down rain and then his day would be perfect. He closed the trunk and then ran for the driver's side, hopping over the door and into the seat. The Pontiac started with a roar and then tore off for home.

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Damn, it was hot! Mike was sitting in a chair in front of a fan but was still miserable. He was wearing only the bottoms of his pajamas and that helped some but not a lot. He had already tried a shower with water as cold as he could stand. That relieved his heat problem for a little while but did nothing for the other. He was all alone. Davy was out with his girl du jour and Peter was over at Nyles' house, the two of them no doubt getting higher than a couple of kites. Mike could have went but turned down the offer. He just didn't feel up to it. As always, when he was by himself with nothing to actively occupy his thoughts, his memory replayed the night from a couple months back. He had been unable to find a suitable substitute for Micky. The best he could do was close his eyes and pretend when he was with a girl. The unsuspecting ladies had no idea what was going on when he did that, they just thought he was really into it. What else could he do? They had agreed not to bring it up again. Oh, but he wanted to. Badly. He wondered how Mick felt about it. Maybe he regretted the whole episode. If he did, it didn't show. There was no way to know for certain. He remembered the warmth of his skin and the taste of his kisses. It was so good it almost hurt to think about it. These days he was having to content himself with just looking. He was getting sloppy about it, too. There had been a few times when he was so absorbed he had nearly been caught and that wouldn't do at all. He looked at the clock and was surprised at how late it had gotten. He might as well go to bed. It was too hot to sleep, but he could at least give himself a little relief of another kind. The front of the thin cotton pants were visibly bulging as a consequence of all his reminiscing.

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Yes, it was definitely going to rain. Micky paused to watch the flashes of light in the clouds far out over the ocean before going on to the house. All the lights were off, save the one in the kitchen. The door to the downstairs bedroom was open. There was no telling where those two were or when they'd come home. It was unbelievably hot in there even with the wind from the ocean. Micky grabbed a glass from the cabinet and went to the fridge to see if there was anything good in it. Someone had made iced tea. Perfect. He poured some into the glass and then remembered to test it first. BLECH! Who in the world drank tea with no sugar? Pete, that's who. Micky carefully put several spoonfuls of sugar into the glass and stirred it around. Now for a quick shower. He was drenched with sweat from the stifling heat and dirty from changing the tire.

Mike listened as someone came up the stairs. The door opened slowly. Micky entered the room trying to be quiet as he could. Mike watched as he put the glass on his nightstand and then went into the bathroom. He heard some rustling and then running water as the shower was turned on. What he would have given to go join him! After a while Micky exited the bathroom wearing only a towel. He picked up his glass and stood looking out the window at the lightning that was drawing nearer all the time. Mike was about to go crazy. He knew the way Micky's skin would feel right out of the shower. He also knew that his still wet hair would smell like herbal shampoo. He longed to run his fingers through those damp curls then all over the rest of that delectable body.

Micky continued to stand at the window. He knew Mike was awake. He had known it the minute he entered the room because his friend's breathing was actually kind of noisy when he was asleep, somewhere near a snore but not quite, and he had heard only total silence. He also knew what he was doing to him. Getting no satisfaction from Rita had only amplified his restlessness. On the drive home he thought about this current situation. He was willing and he knew Mike was, but he'd have to work around their agreement. He didn't think it would be hard to get to him. This was one situation where he was in charge and he didn't feel like giving it up. What better way to solidify his position than by forcing Mike to come to him? He didn't think it would take much blatant temptation to get the job done. He was right. Micky placed the glass back on the nightstand as he waited.

He heard the floor creak and a few seconds later, felt a hesitant hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Mike looking at him with an expression that was acombination of raging lust and embarrassed misery.

"Mick...I know we weren't going to... well, you know, but...."

"It's okay."

"I tried not to think about it, but I can't take it anymore."

"Yeah, I know." Micky said as he moved closer. "I've seen how you keep watching me."

This was a surprise to Mike, who thought he had been getting away with it. He backed up a step as Micky kept getting closer. He wasn't sure why. He wanted him closer but he wasn't getting any chances to take the initiative and it was unnerving.

"I thought you'd come around again." Micky continued with a near smirk plainly evident.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted you to be sure... Are you?"

"Yes." Mike whispered. He had been backed across the room and was beside his own bed again. Micky pushed him down and then crawled on top of him. It was fantastic. He paused to savor the moment. Tonight he would find out just what the extent of his power was. The best part of that was he could try out some of the new things he had in mind. Would Mike go for it? He would if wanted the good stuff.

Mike could feel his heart racing. This time he was ready. There was no embarrassment or guilt. He had come to terms with his feelings. He still liked girls but he liked Micky even more, and tonight he intended to return whatever he got, plus interest. Feeling much bolder than at their first meeting, he slowly reached up and began to remove the towel that was obstructing his view. His fingertips brushed against skin and it felt even better than he remembered; warm and velvety and just a little bit damp. Before he got it loose he was pinned down.

"I guess I'm going to have to make sure you behave yourself." Micky said, his lips only a few inches away, and the sensation of his breath against his ear gave Mike goosebumps despite the heat. He got up and went back to the other side of the room where he gathered several items from the bottom drawer of his nightstand and then picked up the glass. He paused to light a candle before removing his towel and returning full attention back to the business at hand. The small candle cast a feeble light but it was enough for Mike to see what was going on. Micky had the scarf and was unwinding it.

"I thought maybe this time we wouldn't do that." Mike said.

"What's wrong? Don't you trust me?" Micky said with just enough of a hint of dejection in his voice to make it sound like he might back off.

"Yeah, I trust you, it's just that I don't want it to be one sided."

"I tried not to think about it, but I can't take it anymore."

"Yeah, I know." Micky said as he moved closer. "I've seen how you keep watching me."

This was a surprise to Mike, who thought he had been getting away with it. He backed up a step as Micky kept getting closer. He wasn't sure why. He wanted him closer but he wasn't getting any chances to take the initiative and it was unnerving.

"I thought you'd come around again." Micky continued with a near smirk plainly evident.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted you to be sure... Are you?"

"Yes." Mike whispered. He had been backed across the room and was beside his own bed again. Micky pushed him down and then crawled on top of him. It was fantastic. He paused to savor the moment. Tonight he would find out just what the extent of his power was. The best part of that was he could try out some of the new things he had in mind. Would Mike go for it? He would if wanted the good stuff.

Mike could feel his heart racing. This time he was ready. There was no embarrassment or guilt. He had come to terms with his feelings. He still liked girls but he liked Micky even more, and tonight he intended to return whatever he got, plus interest. Feeling much bolder than at their first meeting, he slowly reached up and began to remove the towel that was obstructing his view. His fingertips brushed against skin and it felt even better than he remembered; warm and velvety and just a little bit damp. Before he got it loose he was pinned down.

"I guess I'm going to have to make sure you behave yourself." Micky said, his lips only a few inches away, and the sensation of his breath against his ear gave Mike goosebumps despite the heat. He got up and went back to the other side of the room where he gathered several items from the bottom drawer of his nightstand and then picked up the glass. He paused to light a candle before removing his towel and returning full attention back to the business at hand. The small candle cast a feeble light but it was enough for Mike to see what was going on. Micky had the scarf and was unwinding it.

"I thought maybe this time we wouldn't do that." Mike said.

"What's wrong? Don't you trust me?" Micky said with just enough of a hint of dejection in his voice to make it sound like he might back off.

"Yeah, I trust you, it's just that I don't want it to be one sided."

"Don't worry about it, you'll get your chance, but for now...." He trailed off as he slowly wound the scarf around Mike's wrists. It was a lie from both sides. Micky had no intention of letting him go until he was finished with. And for his part, Mike didn't completely trust him. The way Micky acted during these encounters was kind of creepy. His personality changed from happy and easy going to calculating and predatory. It was bizarre really, and not something you could believe without seeing, but who was he going to tell? Mike tried to relax. Nothing bad had happened before. He was still nervous, but maybe that was part of what made it so intense. Micky practically ripped the pants from his body and then leaned down until he was as close as before.

"So you've been thinking about it, huh?" He said, and then kissed Mike before he had so much as a chance to nod a reply. It was a rough kiss that tasted faintly of sugar and went on so long that Mike could hardly breathe by the time it was over. Micky continued the kisses, moving to his neck and then down to his chest and stomach where he gently began to bite him. Mike had started to relax and squirm around slightly with pleasure when he felt a sharp pain in his side that made him jump. It was followed by another and another. Micky wasn't being so gentle anymore.

"Ow! What are you doin'?

Micky looked at him with his best 'Who, me?' expression before asking; "What's wrong don't you like that?"

"Not really, it hurts."

"Well then, how about this?" He said, as he proceeded to find an especially sensitive area of skin and then began to lightly suck on it. It tasted a little salty. Mike was getting sweaty from the temperature in the room and the heat of the moment. Micky stopped and inspected his work. He hadn't left much of a mark. That was no good. He'd have to do it again. By the time he finished, he had left a trail of distinct red marks on Mike's chest and stomach as well as on the inner part of both thighs. Now for something he was willing to bet his friend had never experienced before.

Mike watched as Micky stretched above him to get something from the nightstand. He was hoping that he would mellow out a little. This was getting weirder by the minute. It was as though Micky was mad about something and taking it out on him. Mike wished he didn't have to be tied up, but he was the one that asked for it, so he had to go with Micky's wishes to get what he wanted. It had become like a drug for him and he desperately needed his fix. Thunder rumbled much nearer than before. Micky had settled back onto the bed. He was holding the candle. The warm glow it gave off was an odd contrast with the bright, sharp illumination of the lightning. He held the candle up and over Mike and then tilted it. A big, glistening drop of wax hung there before falling to land on his shoulder. He recoiled slightly. It stung, but only for an instant. Maybe he could stand this. Micky was looking at him and smiling a little. Without a word he tilted the candle again. Mike was able to tolerate it for a while although he didn't enjoy it. Micky, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy it a bit too much. Just to see what would happen, he kept moving the hot wax farther down Mike's sinuous frame until he was very near his crotch. Now Mike was getting worried and it showed. His expression finally broke through Micky's absorbed daze. Maybe he should quit. This didn't seem to be going over as well as he hoped. Oh well, it was worth a shot. Micky blew out the candle and set it aside before stretching out on the bed. He gently nuzzled Mike's neck and this simple gesture produced more response than anything else he had tried so far. Who would have thought that someone regarded by most people as a real hard-ass liked it sweet and easy? Micky mused to himself.

Mike began to loosen up, though he was still wary. Maybe this was the end of the weirdness. The lightning was close now and the room was lit almost steadily. A breeze was stirring and when it played across his sweat dampened skin it made him shiver, or maybe it was because he was being kissed in all the places he was hurting only moments ago. Micky was feeling a little guilty, though not truly repentant, about what he had done. He decided to make up for it.

Once more he reached for something on the night stand.

'Oh no, what now?' Mike thought. He was pleasantly surprised.

It was a shock when the ice cube first touched him. It was slightly gritty from the sugar that had settled in the bottom of the glass, but it quickly became smooth again as Micky ran it all over his body and then traced its path with his tongue. The sensation of cold and warmth took his breath away. This kind of experimenting, he could get into. Micky was pleased with the reaction and he knew at once he was forgiven. The fact of the matter was that Mike would have endured most anything to get to this. Just that one time was all he had needed to become hopelessly hooked. The ice did not take long to melt in the heat. After another cube was gone, Micky decided he had teased him enough. Tonight, he would be generous and not make him beg for it.

'If the chicks knew he was hung like this, he'd be getting more than he knew what to do with.' Micky thought as he began to give Mike what he so badly wanted. Maybe it was better they didn't, that way he could keep it all to himself.

Mike was trying to concentrate on what Micky was doing to him so that he would have some idea as to how to return the favor, but it was much to good to allow coherent thought. It was even better than the first time. How did he do it? It felt like he had his tongue wrapped all the way around. It was amazing.

From the sound of things, he was getting close. Micky continued up until the last possible second before tearing himself away. He always liked to watch the culmination of his efforts. Mike came with so much force that he was feeling a little dazed and light-headed for many minutes afterward. The crashing of the thunder gave the moment a surreal feeling. For a second or two, he thought it was the blood rushing from his head. And then the next thing he knew Micky was above him and rubbing his own erection against him. Still tied up and feeling overwhelmed, he could only look on. The blazing bolts of lightning lit up the room and made it easy to see what was happening. It was wonderful to watch, but a trifle disappointing at the same time. He wanted to be active in giving Micky this pleasure, and he knew he would not be getting his chance this time, either. The stroking became rougher and more urgent. Micky had his eyes closed and was biting his lower lip when he suddenly stiffened all over and emitted a sigh that sounded much like a growl, and then relaxed. Mike felt a warm wetness near his hip bone and then it was over. Micky tiredly moved to one side and stretched out beside him.

The storm raged on outside the house, but was over for the time being in the small second floor bedroom.

After a while Micky roused himself long enough to untie Mike. There was no need for reassurances. Micky knew the score, nevertheless, he allowed himself to be held and touched in an oddly loving manner for a little while before returning to his own bed. Whatever worked. Mike was sorry to see him go, but it was for the best. If they were going to do this at home, they had to be careful and it would be much too easy to fall asleep as they laid there together. Well, it would for him, anyway. Micky seemed to be in a hurry to get back to his own bed. This time. The next time, Mike fully intended to make it so that he never wanted to leave. He drifted off to sleep while the scenario played out in his mind and the weather passed.

{part 3}

"Oh, please don't stop now." Micky said in a quiet, breathless voice.

"I don't know. It might be too much for you." Mike teased. He had the other right where he wanted him at long last.

Micky expressed his desperation with a frustrated sigh that was at least half growl.

He had been teased to the brink several times already and just couldn't take anymore.

"I'll bet you wish you hadn't kept putting me off, don't you? Mike asked as he took in the sight he had dreamt of for so long. His eyes traveled up and down Micky's naked body that lay tangled with the sheets. Lean, a little bit muscled, tanned, taut and sweat-shiny. Perfect. Without another word he went back to work on giving him the orgasm of a lifetime. Micky's heavy breathing gradually turned into moans that gave the other man a chill. Was there any sound sexier? The moans began to rise in pitch as Mike attended to his need in expert fashion. The last was loud and, without warning, it suddenly spiraled up into an ear-piercing screech that caused Mike to jump back and sit up suddenly.

DAMN IT! He was angry and disappointed to find himself totally alone in the saggy old bed. He brought his fist down on the mattress hard as soon as he realized what was going on. Another screech flew through the darkness to stab at his thoughts. What was that? He got up and made his way to the bedroom door that was partly open, and had a look.

'What an absolute whore.... And that chick he's with ain't much better' Mike thought to himself as he surveyed the scene below him. It was Micky cavorting on the couch with his latest conquest, Bobbi, who was shrieking and giggling wildly as they wrestled around. He closed the door carefully so as not to give away the fact that he had been watching them, before crossing the room and flopping down onto the bed. He sighed gloomily as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable. He was not in love with Micky. He didn't think so, anyway, and what if he was? Micky wasn't in love with him. That much was obvious. Why did his friend's extracurricular activities bother him so much, then? It was the same old story. He ought to be used to rejection, seeing as how often it happened to him. Not that many girls were ever interested and the few that were seemed to lose it pretty quick. Why should Micky be any different? Mike tried to not be so cold and unapproachable, actually going out of his way to show he did indeed have an affectionate side, but it didn't seem to matter. He knew it couldn't have gone on forever anyway, but it still bothered him. What actually hurt (though a sound beating wouldn't have gotten the admission from him) was the fact that Micky's interest only seemed to be when he was between girlfriends. And not once was he ever permitted to reciprocate. He hated to suppress his desires but if it was the only way he could get at least some of what he needed...well then, that's what he'd do. But he was getting tired of it. Giving up control was completely against his nature. He would have thought Micky of all people would recognize that and act accordingly, but no. As soon as some chick caught his eye he was off and Mike was forgotten until Micky was hard up again. He noticed that it had gotten quiet downstairs and knew the reason why. So very thoughtful of them to wake him up first. It was as though they were mocking him.

Mike couldn't resist the urge to further torture himself by taking another peek. He opened the door just a fraction and immediately regretted it. Why did he insist on doing this to himself? Desire and jealousy fought for dominance in his heart and the resulting mixture was sickening. He suspicions had been correct. Micky was leaned back on the couch, one arm thrown over the back and the other hand tangled in Bobbi's long auburn hair as she busily moved her head around his crotch. Mike curled his lip in disgust, although he was unaware of the fact. He didn't know who he was more irritated with, Bobbi for having what he wanted or himself for getting turned on by watching the spectacle. As Bobbi did her thing, Mike carefully watched Micky's response. He wanted so very badly to cause the heavy breathing and gentle thrusting he saw before him. That and so much more. If he only had the chance he'd...what? A realization occurred to him. He really had no idea of what he was doing. He had lots of experience with girls of course, and none of them had ever complained, but just how much would carry over? Naturally he had tried to make a mental note of Micky's technique when they were together, but the pleasure was so intense he couldn't concentrate. Was that why Micky never seemed to want his attention? And for that matter, just how did HE get so good at it? Mike felt his possessive side rear its ugly head as he considered the possibility of his band mate having been with other men. 'No way, it's just so new for me and after all those dreams...' He mentally reassured himself. He concentrated his focus on the events taking place on the couch. It was pretty bold of them. There was no telling when Peter or Davy would return, and as far as they knew, Mike wasn't there either. As though on cue, there was the sound of keys and other noise at the door. Bobbi sat up immediately and began trying to fix her hair and wiped at the corners of her mouth with a thumb to remove or minimize the smears to her lipstick as Micky quickly adjusted himself and zipped his pants, looking mildly annoyed. Mike smiled to himself. It was petty but he couldn't suppress a triumphant feeling. Oh, you didn't get off? Too bad.

Davy entered the house, hesitating just a second when he realized he had interrupted something, and then continuing on before he drew any more attention to the fact. Mike had closed the door and returned to his bed, feeling better than before. Sooner or later, Bobbi would be history. Of that he had no doubt. It was only a matter of time, and when that time came he had to be ready. What to do?

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"Got a hot date tonight?" Peter asked, as Mike descended the spiral staircase wearing his tightest jeans with a black shirt and fringed leather jacket.

"That's right." He replied.

"Anyone we know?" Micky asked casually.

"No, it's nobody you've met." Mike said, as he looked around for the car keys.

On the outside he was non-committal, but on the inside he was smirking. The plan was working. Micky and Bobbi had been on the outs for a couple of weeks now, and he was acutely feeling the lack of regular sex. Mike was well aware of that and had no sympathy. 'Tough luck, babe.' He thought. 'You're just gonna have to live with it a while and see how YOU like it.' He found the keys and left the house twirling them on one finger.

"Don't wait up." He said as he exited, unable to leave without one more jab at Micky.

Just as Mike had figured, Micky's natural curiosity was about to devour him. Who was this chick? Was it only one or was it several? How was it that Mike had suddenly gotten so lucky all the time meanwhile, he couldn't get a date to save his life? He was facing an evening of television with Peter thanks to his bad - no, make that nonexistent, luck with girls right now. He wondered again who the chick was. Sometimes Mike crept into their room late at night smelling of beer and smoke, other nights he smelled like sex. The disturbing part was that he seemed to have no need of Micky's attentions anymore. That was a lonely feeling, somehow. Lonely and frustrating. He had made a very obvious attempt the evening before. Mike had been preparing for another night out when Micky had come in from an afternoon of hanging around the beach, goofing off and (unsuccessfully) chasing girls. He took a quick shower and decided to try a ploy that had worked before. He exited the bathroom with a towel around his neck and another loosely draped around his waist and riding very low. He nonchalantly went about the charade of searching for something to wear while waiting for Mike to be overcome by the display. He waited.... And waited.... And waited. Micky was not so much as spared a glance until the object of his lust left the room.

"See ya later." Mike had said, leaving Micky alone to wonder where he had gone wrong.

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12:30 AM. Too early to go home just yet. He didn't want to get back while Micky might still be up. He was doing well at ignoring him so far, but his resolve was weakening. When Micky had been flaunting himself the other evening, it had taken every little bit of willpower Mike possessed to not so much as glance in that direction. He had been proud of himself when it was over. He was bigger and stronger and could easily show Micky why it wasn't a good idea to tease him, but that wasn't cool. He did not want to force anything. Mike glanced at his watch as he left the theatre and walked to the car. Now what? He was tiring of the same bars all the time. He could go see Nancy, but didn't really feel up to that either. She was probably already occupied by now, anyway. Nancy was a regular on the club scene and maybe the easiest lay in town. It was a well-known fact she had a special yen for musicians. When the plan took shape in his mind, she was the first person Mike thought of. This was someone he could learn from. He had sought her out one night and was astounded by how easy it had been. As long as he kept her in drinks and attention, she was most accommodating when they left the club. The first night, she had gone after him before they had even left the parking lot. He managed to keep her at bay until they got to a secluded spot. She really didn't do much for him, but that was so much the better. His disinterest allowed him to study what she did. The disinterest wasn't total, however. His pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. Nancy drunkenly pawed at him and finally managed to get his jeans unfastened.    

  "Ooooh, you've got a nice one." She said, before going down on him with a vengeance.

It wasn't bad. She wasn't as good as Micky, but she wasn't bad either. Mike committed to memory everything she did before getting caught up in the moment. Just before he came, he thought she would back off but she never once hesitated in her actions. When it was over, he began to rearrange himself and fasten his pants but she stopped him.

"Oh no ya don't, " Nancy said with a goofy smile. " We're not finished yet." She leaned over and opened his door then started pushing him out. She took his hand and led him around to the front of the car, stumbling a bit before sitting down at the edge of the hood.

"What're you doin'?" Mike asked.

"What do ya think?" She replied, shifting around a little and hiking up her skirt. "I want you to fuck me."

"We can't do that here! What if someone..."

"Never mind that." She interrupted, pulling Mike close to her and grinding against his crotch. He threw a few glances around and then threw caution to the wind.

"Oh yes! Harder! Harder!" Nancy moaned.

Mike had his hands on her hips and was doing his best to oblige. He was going so hard he was afraid he might be hurting her. Evidently not, judging from all the racket she was making.

"OH YES! AHHHHOOOOOWW!"

She was almost howling as she finally came. Mike was getting nervous. Damn she was loud! This spot was secluded but it sure wasn't isolated. They left quickly after that. Mike was sore the next day from all the exertion. He smiled to himself at the memory. He had been scared half to death that a pissed off cop would make the scene and they'd both be hauled off to jail. It had been different, but he definitely wasn't up for anything like that tonight. What he should do was get in a little practice.

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Micky was staring at the pattern of light and shadows on the bedroom ceiling as his mind wandered into places he'd have rather not gone. What was Mike doing right now? And with (or to) who? And why should he give a flying fuck? He raised up on one arm and punched his pillow a couple of times to readjust it before settling down again. He knew why, but didn't want to admit it. The whole thing had started out of pure curiosity and now look at him. He was falling for his best friend. What a mess. Even as he pondered the situation, his mind would drift back to one of his favorite memories of their first night together. After they had finished and Mike had been untied, they had laid snuggled together in silence for quite some time. Micky had felt totally at ease lying there in Mike's arms. It felt bizarrely right, somehow, but it was also a little unnerving. He thought he was in the clear afterwards when they had agreed not to speak of it again, but it quickly became obvious to him that he was not. After a lot of thought, he decided that he wouldn't deny himself the physical pleasure, but emotions had to stay out. The best way to accomplish that was to eliminate the cuddly stuff. He knew Mike didn't really care for being tied up, but Micky couldn't allow him free reign or it would all be over. Later he would feel kind of guilty about it but it was the only defense he had. It didn't work anyway. Afterwards, no matter what he had been subjected to, be it the hot wax or something else, Mike would attempt to be affectionate again, and Micky would tolerate it for a little bit, but had to return to his own bed before he got to liking it too much. He wanted to keep things purely on a casual and sexual basis so he tried again to make that known by going with every good looking girl that came along. Evidently THAT worked. But much too well. Now he was virtually ignored in that sense. Outside of the room they shared, it was like nothing had ever happened. Things with the band had continued as before and they all still hung out together, but after the lights went out.... These days the most attention he got behind closed doors was a sleepy "G'night Mick." and then silence or snoring.

He rolled over onto his back again. What should he do now? He was considering the possibility that it might be too late to do anything at all when he heard the door open and close downstairs. Peter had gone to bed before him and Davy had already come home and turned in as well. He listened closely to determine whether or not Mike was alone. He heard footsteps and the rattling of a paper bag, more steps, and then silence. He waited a few minutes and nothing happened. Micky quietly got out of bed and went to the slightly opened door. This might be a good time to make another attempt at luring him in. He was about to go out when he saw what Mike was doing. What the hell WAS he doing? If he didn't know better, it would look like.... Well now he knew why his friend had developed such a taste for Popsicles lately. The thought trailed off as Micky was completely engrossed in the action below him.

Mike was slouched down on the couch and doing something that resembled a sword swallowing act with an orange Popsicle. He found that it wasn't very hard to do once he worked at it a little. Micky was larger, of course, but even so he thought taking most of him in wouldn't be a struggle. He ran his tongue up one side and down the other as slowly as he could before experimentally spiraling it around at the tip, imitating, and embellishing on Nancy's moves. Micky watched in disbelief and amazement. To think that all this time he could have been on the receiving end of that. He stood riveted in place until Mike had finished and began turning out the lights. Micky hurried back to his bed and stretched out on his stomach. Even though it was pretty dark in there he was taking no chances that the painfully hard bulge in his pajamas would be noticed. He pretended to be asleep as Mike entered the room, though his mind was racing to find a way to get him back. He only hoped he hadn't thrown away his last chance.

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"Peter, aren't you ready yet? We're going to be late." Davy said.

Peter exited the bedroom with a less than enthusiastic demeanor. He was going along on this little excursion as a favor. Davy had been pursuing some chick he had met one afternoon but she would only go out with him if he could find a date for her cousin who was visiting for the summer. He could not remember Davy getting him to agree to this. Maybe he had still been a little high or half asleep or both at the time. Mike was parked on the couch with his feet propped on the makeshift coffee table, reading yet another car magazine. Why couldn't Davy have asked him? There was no telling where Micky had taken off to or for how long, so there was no hope of taking one last stab at getting him to go.

 "Davy, what did you say her name was, again?" Peter asked

"It's Doreen."

"Is she cute?"

"Oh, she's a lovely girl." Peter felt a little better until Davy added: "Wonderful personality."

They left, and Mike had the place to himself. He was in the mood to just hang around and relax. Maybe he'd work on a new song he had in mind, and catch up on some reading and then a little TV. What would he do when Micky came home? Not a damn thing. He would not make the first move even if it killed him, and if Mick decided to run around in nothing but a towel again, it just might.

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Micky looked up at the sky in the rapidly fading light. It was definitely going to rain. He loved rainy nights. There was something about being inside all warm and cozy and listening to the raindrops on the roof and against the windows that he couldn't get enough of. Of course, it could also be kind of lonely. He spotted Davy and Pete leaving. Mike was who knew where again, so he'd be on his own. He was surprised to find that this wasn't the case after all.

"Back already?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I just had to return some books to the library and stuff." Micky replied. "No date tonight?"

"Nah, I felt like staying in."

An awkward silence spun out between them. Micky finally picked up the newspaper and sat down in a worn easy chair, throwing a long leg over one of the arms while Mike went back to his magazine. Micky stayed put for all of 15 minutes before getting up to snag a tangerine from a bowl on the kitchen table. The fruit was gone quickly and then Micky had nothing to do again. He kept waiting for Mike to do or say something, but so far there was only silence interrupted now and then by the sound of a turning page. He couldn't take the quiet and started walking around the room fidgeting with this and that as he went. What should he do? He had nothing planned beyond blatant temptation and was not expecting an opportunity this quickly. He could try it, but he'd be humiliated if he was ignored again.

 "Mick, is somethin' botherin' you?" Mike said, without looking up.

"Are you mad at me?" Micky asked. It wasn't what he intended to say, but it was what came out.

Mike tossed the magazine aside and looked directly at him, his eyes boring in so hard Micky could almost feel it. It was as though he'd been lying in wait for the question.

"Why would I be mad? Just because you use me when it suits you and then toss me aside when something you like better comes along?" He said calmly. Things were veering way off course. The unexpected question opened the door to his pent up frustrations with surprising speed.

"What? That's not what I was doing at all."

"Well then, what would you call it? Huh? Because that's sure how it feels to me!"

"I don't know what I'd call it, I just know why I did it." Micky said quietly as he turned away with a miserable expression.

"Do mind letting me in on it?" Mike asked sarcastically as he crossed the room coming to a stop directly behind his friend.

Micky slowly turned to face him. He couldn't look him in the eye. He was too afraid of the reaction to the truth he'd had been fighting so long.

"I just didn't want to get too close because I....

"What?" Mike asked softly, all anger draining from his voice.

"Because I ... I think I'm falling for you." Micky said as he looked at the floor.

Mike had no comeback for that one, but he always felt actions spoke much louder and more honestly than words anyway. He edged closer and gently placed a finger under Micky's chin forcing him to look up before hesitantly moving in to kiss him.

KA-BOOM!

 The sound of an explosion from down the street rattled the windows in the old beach house and plunged it into sudden darkness, causing the pair to jump back from one another.

"What the hell was that?" Micky said, as he carefully felt his way to the front door. It was like a sign or something, but was it good or bad? He poked his head out and saw a shower of sparks flying from the top of a utility pole down the street. The entire neighborhood was dark. He closed the door and immediately noticed the dim glow within the room.

Mike was in the process of lighting a couple of candles and trying to settle down. His stomach was in knots despite his euphoria. He wasn't very good at expressing himself outside of songs, so he was going to show Micky the way he felt. He rapidly blinked his eyes to clear the after image of the match flame. In the feeble light and through the reflections on the window, he could see Micky standing out on the balcony facing away from him, waiting.

The air was still, and the blackness of the night was total thanks to the transformer explosion. Micky was both anxious and curious as he waited for Mike to join him. It was all out of his hands. He had told the truth and all he could do was wait and see what it got him. As the possible outcomes went through his mind, two arms encircled him from behind. The embrace felt protective but not possessive and was accompanied by gentle nuzzling at the back of his neck that made him smile. At last he was free to enjoy the affection as well as the sex. He turned around and leaned back against the railing, putting just a little space between them. Two sets of dark eyes met and spoke silent volumes.

With trembling hands Mike gently reached out and began to unfasten the buttons of Micky's shirt, restraining the urge to just rip the clothes off him. He wanted this to be special, and memorable for both of them. His heart was racing almost out of control, it felt like, and he was nervous. The fact that just a few inches of space was all that was separating them only heightened his awareness. As he slid the lightweight, white shirt off the tanned shoulders of his friend and lover, Micky captured one of his hands, bringing to his lips where he placed a light but tender kiss on the palm. He noticed the shaking.

"What're you so nervous about? It's not like it's our first time." Micky said, while he shrugged off his shirt.

Mike favored him with one of his rare smiles, the shy, slightly embarrassed one, but said nothing. Instead, he shifted his weight forward and eliminated the gap between them. He slid his hands down Micky's back before stopping on the firm ass encased in fuzzy corduroy. He squeezed gently as he slid his hands around. Hmmm... from the feel of things, Mick had decided to forego underwear this evening.     

The breeze held the scent of imminent rain, but neither of them noticed. As a few scattered drops began to fall in the darkness, Mike leaned in for the first kiss. Micky's willing lips were warm and still carried a little of the sweetness of the tangerine he had eaten earlier. They opened ever so slightly as Mike delicately traced their surface with his tongue. He traced but didn't enter. Tonight it was finally his turn to tease and pleasure, and in that sense, it WAS a first time. He had to force himself to take it easy. He wanted it all to last as long as possible. Micky had no such reservations. He was moving as quickly as he could to get Mike out of his clothes, getting as far as unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his belt before he was stopped. Now he stood with both of his hands held behind his back by one of Mike's, and a few inches separated them again. He could have gotten loose with no trouble at all but he didn't feel like it. What was he going to do to him? As though reading his mind, the other man leaned down slightly as if to kiss him again, but instead held his gaze while he began to trace Micky's cheek with the index finger of his free hand. His caress was feather light as he brought it around to the moist, parted lips then moved down to his throat and then further to his chest, pausing to feel his heartbeat before going on to languidly wander up and down through the soft patch of fuzz on his stomach. The entire time Mike's stare never wavered and Micky couldn't look away, that is until he felt the pressure against his crotch as Mike began to stroke him through his pants. He closed his eyes and sighed as the touch began to develop a rhythm. It went on for a few minutes and then he felt the button on his pants come undone and the zipper slide open and then the hand was rubbing him directly. There was nothing to it and yet it was getting him so hot. And then it stopped.

Micky opened his eyes to see Mike smiling at him again. This time there was nothing shy about it. He released Micky's hands and then backed up to finish removing his shirt before moving over to where someone had left an old beach blanket spread out to dry on the floor of the balcony.

"Come here." He said, and Micky obeyed without a second thought.

Mike finished undressing him before once again pulling him close and kissing him, one hand enmeshed in the soft, brown curls and the other roaming the lithe body. Micky felt so vulnerable but so aroused that he could scarcely breathe as the kiss deepened and came more demanding. He had closed his eyes again, lost in the pleasure, and hardly noticed when he was pulled to the floor and gently pushed down onto his back on the blanket. Mike broke away from the kiss and began to lightly suck at the sensitive skin of his throat, working his way down all the while as the warm rain began to fall. Micky's eyes had grown more accustomed to the darkness and he watched in the dim candlelight as Mike continued to tease his willing flesh. He brushed his tongue across one nipple and then another, just barely grazing the surface, before continuing on to his ultimate target.

Mike sat up and watched Micky's expressions as he took his agonizingly hard erection in hand and began to squeeze and caress it, building the strength a little at a time. Micky's breathing became a bit more labored and he wasn't sure how much longer he could contain himself. That thought and all others were blown out of his mind when he felt a hot wetness slowly and completely envelop him. Just as slowly, a fraction at a time, he was released. He could not suppress a low moan, the very one from all of Mike's fantasies, as he began to be surrounded again. After being released the second time, he lay there trying to catch his breath, but he was given no time to collect himself. Mike began to trace the entire length of the shaft up one side and down the other pausing at the head to flick his tongue across the tip before moving on. After a several minutes of sweet torture, Mike decided to finally give him the release that his moans and sighs were practically begging for.

The rain started to fall more heavily, but it felt so very good on hot skin that the pair hardly noticed. Micky wouldn't have noticed if it had suddenly begun to rain diamonds when he felt the pressure pull against his cock gently and then start building in intensity. He ran his fingers through Mike's wet raven hair as the other man finally gave him the relief he needed. Knowing that Micky was about to come, Mike decided to see it through to the end, swallowing every drop that resulted from his actions. He looked at his friend, and now truly, his lover, lying there. He watched the rain collect into fat drops and then run off the tanned skin, and his need became too great to deny any longer. He pulled off the rest of his clothes, now soaked by the rain, and poised himself above Micky and started softly kissing him again. Micky's response was a little awkward given the pleasantly dazed feeling he still had. He smiled a sweet smile then reached up and pulled Mike down on top of him, loving the feel of skin on skin.

The kisses grew more urgent and intense. Micky wasn't surprised. He could feel Mike's hard-on being rubbed against him and the heat from his breath against his neck, as he was almost panting.

"Mick, I want you. You're makin' me crazy." Mike whispered in his ear and then pulled away to look him in the eyes. If Micky had been standing, his knees would have went weak under the passion of that look. As it was, he could only manage a slight, uncertain nod. Mike kissed him one last time before prompting him to roll over. His eyes traveled up and down Micky's backside, watching the droplets of water strike and bounce off his strong shoulders and small, firm ass. He slowly drew his fingers along contour of his spine with before reaching around for the bottle of tanning oil that had been forgotten in a corner.

The cocoanut scent of the oil was strong even in the rain. Micky twitched as he felt it being applied to him. He wanted this, but was still apprehensive. Mike was big and this was probably going to hurt at first. A lot. He tried to relax as he felt a sudden, insistent pressure.

Mike was trying his best to be gentle but it was tough when all he wanted to do was fuck Micky silly. He could hear his own pulse roaring in his ears even over the sound of the rain as he pushed a little harder and suddenly began to live his fantasy. The warmth and tightness were even better than he had imagined. His full intention had been to go easy and give Mick a chance to get used to the intrusion, but restraint flew out the window as he began to move in and out slowly, relishing the friction.

Had he thought Mike was only big? Try enormous. That was how it felt to Micky as he tried not to tense up. It didn't hurt as badly as he had feared, but it did hurt. Curiously, it felt so good at the same time. As the thrusting became harder and deeper, it began to contact a spot Micky had never known existed within him. Each stroke was sending out a sharp rush of pleasure that caused him to whimper quietly without even realizing it. Mike heard him and didn't know if it was satisfaction or not, but he couldn't stop now. His motions were becoming harder and rougher as the events from the past few days flew through his mind. The image of Micky in nothing but a towel came to the surface. Oh, how he had wanted to get his hands on him then! His restraint at the time was astounding even to him, but it was long gone now. He entered as hard as he could one last time before shuddering all over and biting down on his lower lip to keep from crying out as the powerful orgasm had its way with him. He slowly came to his senses as he withdrew and collapsed with a contented sigh. Micky watched him a while before moving closer and resting his head on his shoulder. He didn't know what would happen now, but he had the feeling that rainy nights would never be lonely again.