AN: Warning - Slash: Don't like, don't read
Also I would like to give a huge thank you to seaecho who helped me so much with this. I couldn't have done it without you! : )
Everyone knew the house at 1334 North Beachwood had weirdoes for residents. Long haired weirdoes to be precise, but they never knew just how out there they really were. No one knew what went on behind those closed doors, and the boys who lived there would be damned if anyone was going to find out. They had a secret.
To the outside world, though they had long hair and played in a rock band, Mike, Peter, Micky and Davy were typical young adults. They were doing their best to make a living the only way they knew how, and they enjoyed what they did which is more than most people could say about their jobs. They went about their business the same as anyone else, never bothering anyone but helping out where they could. On the inside however, the boys each harbored a dark secret that at first they didn't even let each other know.
They still remembered that night when it had come to light.
Mike and Peter had gone out to grab some dinner and it was taking them an especially long time to get back. Davy and Micky had been sitting on the couch watching tv, not much on as usual. Davy had gone into the kitchen to check the fridge for the fifth time hoping something had magically appeared. It had not so Davy returned to the couch with a huff. "Man, I'm starving. I hope Mike and Peter get back soon with the pizza or I may have to resort to eating the couch."
Micky chuckled nervously. He was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with every moment he spent alone with Davy. He was beginning to feel like he was going to burst. What IS taking Mike and Peter so long? On the T.V. was a newer series call the Time Tunnel, which would usually have Micky's full attention. He loved sci-fi and especially the thought of time travel, but not today. As the minutes ticked by feeling more like hours, Micky decided he just couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Hey Davy," He didn't look at his band mate, instead steadily focusing his gaze on the floor.
"Yeah Mick," Davy spun around to look at Micky hearing an urgency in his voice that had never been there before.
"Do you ever get feelings? Like the kind you know you shouldn't but just can't explain?" Micky felt his face heat up and knew he was blushing. He tried his best not to let Davy see just how uncomfortable he was.
"What d'ya mean feelings? Like feelings feelings or feelings?" He motioned to his crotch on the latter. Is Micky actually blushing at this? Micky loves to talk about his sex life openly. What the bloody hell is going on?
Micky blushed deeper, but continued. He had to get it out, it was eating him alive. "The second kind of feelings, but for someone you know you shouldn't have them for." He prayed Davy would get the gist of where he was trying to go with it, but he knew that he hadn't given away enough details for him to pick up on what he was trying to lay down.
"What like a bird with a boyfriend? Or a husband?" Davy was so confused, Micky wasn't usually the type to ruin a relationship or anything like that. What's going on? This is the strangest I've ever seen Micky acting. And that's saying something!
"No, like… a good friend." Come on Davy please, I don't know if I can actually say the words.
Oh well that's different then. "Well I guess I've had feelings for friends before, but we don't stay friends for long." Davy said with wink. Girls never really wanted to stay friends with him. It was like a blessing and a curse all rolled into one. Sometimes it might be nice just to have a girl I can talk to about anything without having expectations.
"Well I've sort of got these feelings for a really close friend of mine. I don't know what I should do about it." Please please please…
"Just talk to her. What's the worst that could happen?" This is just bizarre, he doesn't usually need advice. This must be someone pretty special to him to not have the confidence to just go for it; I wonder who it could be.
"Well…" Oh god I'm gonna die of embarrassment
"Well what?"
"Itsnotagirl!" Micky hid his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry Micky I didn't catch that. What did you say?" I think I know what he said, but I need to know for sure.
Micky looked over to where Davy was sitting. His face was flushed and he had a giant knot in his stomach. "I said," Micky gulped, "It's not a girl."
"Oh," Davy said contemplating what his best friend had just told him. "OH!" He realized what Micky was trying to say. "One of us?" Micky nodded and put his head back in his palms. "Well is it Peter? You know Peter's a really understanding guy; I don't think it would be a problem…" Micky just shook his head. "No, it's not Peter." Davy cringed at his next thought, "Oh man it can't be Mike!" Micky sighed, "No Davy it isn't Mike." Davy froze, "but that means…" "Yes Davy that means I have these feelings for you."
Davy blushed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe he was so lucky. He'd felt strongly for Micky for a while now, but he would have never been so brave as to utter a peep about it and now here was Micky telling him that he felt the same way. Davy smiled wickedly at Micky, not saying anything.
"Davy, why are you looking at me like…mmmph," Davy cut off his words by climbing onto Micky's lap and giving Micky a full kiss on the lips. Micky looked at his tiny friend, confused but happy, "But Davy…" "Shh, I've felt the same thing for quite some time. I just could never tell you. Let's just enjoy this." Davy smashed his mouth back down on Mickys, only this time Micky kissed back with need and started grinding his hips against Davys causing the smaller man to moan into his mouth.
Meanwhile in the Monkeemobile…
Peter and Mike had been sitting in traffic for what seemed like an eternity when in reality it had only been about an hour. Still Mike was antsy to get the food and get back to the Pad. He hated having to sit there with nothing to do and Peter had been especially quiet for the whole ride.
Finally as Mike parked the car in front of the pizzeria Peter turned to him. A look on his face Mike had never seen before. "Michael I can't do this anymore." He had tears in his eyes and the guitarist wondered what he had done to upset Peter so.
"Can't do what Pete? What's wrong good buddy, why are you cryin?"
"I can't pretend anymore," Peter whispered looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers.
"Pretend what?" Mike couldn't understand what could have Peter so worked up. Peter was the most open and understanding guy Mike knew. What could be so bad that he feels he has to cover it up or pretend? Mike had no clue
Peter pressed his eyes closed and mumbled something unintelligible under his breath. Now Mike was really worried. Why was Peter afraid to tell him? They talked about everything! "Peter, you're gonna haveta speak a little clearer if you want me to help you. I can't understand what you're saying."
Peter looked deep into Mikes eyes and slowly forced the words out, "I can't pretend anymore that I'm not attracted to you. " He turned away again, "I hope you aren't mad. You probably hate me now."
"Now hold on just a minute there shotgun. First off, I could never hate you, you're my best friend. And what do you mean by 'attracted to me?'" Peter sighed and hung his head, "I mean every time I'm with you, no every time I see you all I want to do is kiss you. To feel your body against mine, I want you. I've tried to ignore it, but I just can't anymore. I'm sorry."
Mike was flabbergasted; he definitely did not see that one coming. "You don't haveta be sorry Pete. You feel what you feel. I just need time to process it that's all." Mike didn't know what to feel. He always felt a strong connection with the bassist. They had their music in a way that no one else understood. But could I really ever want to be with a man? I like girls. I've never looked at a man and thought he was attractive. He just had no clue. "I'm honored Pete, really, I just don't know what to feel about that."
Peter looked at Mike and tried to summon up every ounce of courage he had in him, "Can I try? If you don't like it I'll stop. I just have to know." Mike looked away for a moment, well we've always been close, closer than most friends get. Maybe it's worth a try. I haven't had a girlfriend in I don't even know how long. He turned back to a waiting Peter, "Oh what the hell Pete, ok. But, we stop if it's weird or anything right." Peter's face lit up and Mike knew he had made the right choice, that smile shook him to his very core. "Of course Michael, whatever you're comfortable with. Thank you!"
Peter leaned in apprehensively, giving Mike time to change his mind, and lightly brushed his lips against the Texans. Mike did not move, not sure what to make of how he felt, before deciding fuck it and kissing Peter back.
