Peter's lips brushed against Davy's…
Hold on. This time it isn't a fantasy sequence. Peter practically had to pinch himself to be able to come to grips with reality. He had just said a line so smooth that he couldn't believe it came out of his mouth. Now he was one swift move away from what he had been waiting for since the day he had first laid eyes on Davy. The kiss.
Peter had pulled Davy in closer to him, their chests pressed together tightly in the small space of the bedroom doorway. Peter could feel the shaking nerves that Davy had mentioned earlier radiating through the smaller man's body. It took all of Peter's willpower not to focus on that aspect or else he too would be a tangled knot of nerves. He focused instead of drinking in every piece of this moment that made it magical; the warmth of Davy's body next to him, the look of uncertainty yet passion in his eyes, the curvature of Davy's facial features, and both the look and feel of his smooth, tan skin.
Those lips were even fuller up close than from a distance. Peter had fantasized about this what seemed like thousands of times and he knew exactly what kind of kiss he wanted. He dreamed of starting out with one small brush of the lips, something simple that would be a gateway into something more. It would be irresistible to someone else he imagined. If someone were to softly graze Peter's lips with their own then he wouldn't be able to contain himself. Also he wanted to pull out an enticing move afterwards to ensure that Davy would be overcome with passion.
So here Peter was, his left hand settled on the arched back of Davy who was looking at him expectantly. Peter used his free right hand to tilt Davy's chin ever so slightly upward and delicately touched their lips together. The kiss was brief but tender, and then Peter gently positioned himself so that his lips were level with Davy's ear.
"I'm so in love with you," Peter whispered breathily.
Peter could feel a shudder in Davy's body. That shudder appeared to shake out all the anxious energy that had been built up. Davy's body then went into a more relaxed state after the shudder, and Peter had to almost catch him as if Davy had fainted. Peter brought himself back face to face with Davy to assess what effect the kiss had made. What would be the counter move?
He didn't have to wait long. Davy locked eyes with Peter. Long gone was the look of uncertainty and now unadulterated passion and fire lit up the large brown eyes. In a quick movement, Davy took his left hand and took a light but powerful hold of the back of Peter's neck. Davy drew Peter towards him and captured Peter's lips in his. The kiss was slow and intense. It wasn't frantic as kisses can be when in the throes of passion. It was meaningful. Both men swayed into a rhythm of movement with each other's lips and bodies. Peter could feel Davy's fingers still lingering on his neck and noted that Davy's other hand was gripping Peter's bicep. Peter's left hand was still on Davy's back tenderly caressing the arch. His right hand was running through Davy's silky hair.
When the two parted, both were breathing heavily. Peter took another good look at Davy. His cheeks were pink with what Peter assumed was heated passion and maybe blushing. Peter could see the shine in Davy's eyes that he was sure would turn into stars at some point. And then Peter looked at Davy's mouth. There was a different look there; it was relaxed into a very natural looking smile with no teeth showing. It looked as if Davy was in pure bliss. Peter decided to add this blissful smile to the list.
Peter dove down to catch Davy's blissful smile into another short, sweet kiss. Peter could feel the smile on Davy's lips widen as he gladly accepted Peter's lips pressed against his. This time Peter held both hands against Davy's back as a protective gesture. It was so sexy to him the way Davy would lean in and arch his back. It made Peter wonder about all the amazing things that they could begin exploring together. He had to stop himself from thinking that. One thing at a time. There was plenty of opportunity to discover each other.
Peter pulled away slowly and let his hands ease up their intensity on Davy's back.
"I did not expect that. It was the most perfect moment I think I've experienced in my entire life," Davy whispered breathlessly.
"I have been imagining what this would be like for longer than you know."
"And?"
"It was different."
"Oh," Davy sounded disappointed.
"Yes," Peter explained, "it was better than anything my mind could have possibly conjured up."
There it was a genuine smile. Davy was going to have to stop doing that to him. It was Peter's turn to become weak in the knees.
"Whoa, steady! You alright there?" Davy asked catching Peter this time.
"That smile of yours is disarming, that's all."
"Well, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable then," Davy suggested making his way towards his bed.
Peter wanted this more than anything, but everything was going so quickly. Not that long ago, he was still wondering what was going on in Davy's mind and now here they were taking the fast track. He felt like he needed to slow down and reorient himself. As much as it pained Peter, he went and sat on his own bed.
"What's the matter? I don't bite…too hard," Davy winked.
"Babe, as much as I want to find out what you mean by that; I have to admit that this is a whirlwind. I mean we just started talking a few minutes ago after not speaking much for a few weeks. I'm having difficult catching my mind up with all of this. Remember I haven't had the two weeks to think things through more like you have. This is new territory for both of us. I think we owe it to ourselves to adjust."
Davy nodded. "I see what you mean. I got caught up in the moment. You can't kiss someone like that and expect them not to fall all over you."
"Trust me I know. It took all my willpower not to pounce on you before with all your charm and overwhelming attractiveness."
Davy blushed and flashed another smile that was on the shy side. "Stop saying things that make me want to kiss you."
Peter and Davy then began laying everything out on the table. Peter told Davy about the development of his crush and how long he had been harboring feelings. Davy was making connections with Peter's behaviors and stating how everything was making so much sense. Davy recounted how he had found the letters and his initial feelings of guilt, flattery, and just flat out bewilderment. He explained to Peter his thought process of taking time to figure things out completely before making any snap decisions. Peter expressed understanding of Davy's actions and shared his own interpretations of the actions.
"I spied on you and saw that you had stayed in Mike and Micky's room last night. How did you know they wouldn't be home when you haven't even been staying here much?"
Davy looked down sheepishly. "I have been staying here. I've been secretly coming in very late and leaving very early so that no one knew I was still hanging around. I would just bide my time during the day thinking and writing the letters. I knew they weren't here because I heard you talking to them."
"You little sneak!" Peter said tossing a pillow at Davy. "I'm going to get you back for that one."
"Well you definitely have time," Davy said. "Mike called while you were gone earlier and said that the two of them won't be back for another two days."
Peter's eyes sparkled at the idea of having the place all to themselves. He put on a devilish grin, "Alright Jones, be on the defensive. You never know when a cobra might strike."
"You are not a cobra! You wouldn't hurt a fly."
"Hurt, no. Torment someone though, I can do that," Peter laughed.
Davy giggled as well. "Okay, I guess I'll sleep with one eye open, since I'll be sleeping in bed next to you."
Peter beamed. What a cheeky little dickens! He would have to remember that. But for now he was ecstatic with the recent turn of events. Peter patted the bed next to him and Davy obliged. Both men settled in. Peter lay on his back and Davy laid his head on Peter's chest. Peter began stroking Davy's hair. Yes, things were absolutely perfect right now.
