Saturday... ahhhhh... yesssssss. When Davy awoke, as always, he automatically reached over for Peter's warm body, but this morning, all his hand met was cold sheets. Disappointment... bitter disappointment.
Davy especially loved Saturdays, as the Monkees would usually take that day off if nothing were planned. No practice, and that meant he could have Peter all to himself.
More often than not, Peter's body would be wrapped around his like a spider for most of the night. No complaints there! By morning, Peter would be sleeping soundly, having drifted off to his own side of the bed, and Davy would wake him up in some gentle, playful way. With just a slight touch of his hand, Peter would be awake and responsive, rolling over to face him, innocent in such a precious way, yet ever eager for his love. That's when Saturday morning magic would begin.
Then he remembered. Disneyland- oh noooooo. The Monkees had been planning it for months, and Peter, being the eternal kid at heart, was especially excited about it.
Damn! Double damn! Davy would have much, much rather spent at least part of the day in bed with Peter. No, make that the entire day. He positively hungered for Peter, and that never changed, never altered in any way. Making love with Peter was the best discovery he'd ever made.
Peter was always so ready, so willing, so giving. And Davy marveled at the way he loved giving back to Peter just as much. But damn, Peter was probably downstairs shoveling breakfast down his throat as fast as he could so they could leave for Disneyland just as soon as everyone was ready. In fact, Davy heard footsteps on the stairs right now, immediately identifying them as Peter's. He knew Peter inside and out-prided himself on it. Could even tell it was him when Peter walked silently into a room, barefoot.
All the Monkees went barefoot quite often in the house, but Peter was now practiced at moving like a panther. He might be clumsy at times, but he was surprisingly graceful when the situation called for it. He knew what Davy liked. And loved to please him. He knew Davy liked it when he slunk around, slipping in and out of the shadows, hugging the walls, lurking in wait for Davy to appear from a doorway, and then pouncing...
Oh shit... he'd better abandon this line of thought as he reminded himself that a long, tiring day at Disneyland loomed over his head. Loomed and doomed. Sure, he enjoyed doing things with Peter, but on Saturday morning, they always made love for what seemed like hours before even heading down the stairs. Saturday mornings were sacred. Davy was feeling mighty sorry for himself right now... Jealous he was, jealous of Disneyland! How dumb was that?
"David! Its almost time to go!" Yup, it was Peter. As he came in the door, he forgot to be stealthy, couldn't contain himself, and fairly bounced up and down like a jack-in-the-box. His eyes sparkled, his dimpled smile was enormous, and he looked absolutely irresistible. But then, when wasn't Peter irresistible?
His freshly washed hair had its its usual blindingly brilliant blonde sheen, his dark blue button down shirt molded to his body, and those tight grey pants they all wore-not concealing much, and his belt buckle, as always, off to the side. For some odd reason, Peter's belt buckle cinched that way turned Davy on like nothing else. It was so unique, so... Peter. How could an off-centered belt buckle be so bloody sexy?
Davy noticed the top two buttons of Peter's shirt were left undone, just the way Davy liked it. He knew Peter had done that purposely, for him. It made Davy proud. Some of that enticing chest hair was showing, and Davy yearned with everything he had to yank Peter right back into bed with him.
As Peter neared the bed, Davy smelled his fresh soap smell and after shave, and the tingling down below was rapidly becoming quite a hard-on.
"Pete, have a heart, will ya? We didn't even get to fool around this morning."
"Aw, David. You know you'll get plenty of lovin' when we get home." Peter almost always referred to their lovemaking as 'lovin,' something Davy found endearing. The exception was when Peter was in the throes of passion, when he could be wonderfully explicit. That really made Davy pant.
"Tonight won't be soon enough for me," lamented Davy. He knew Peter would insist on staying at Disneyland until at least 8 or 9pm, no matter how tired the others were. It was always that way with Peter and Disneyland. They always ended up having to take desperate and sometimes unorthodox measures to get him out of there.
"Davy baby, Get up! Hurry! We might be able to make it by 10." Peter called him David ninety-nine percent of the time, so he was guessing the Davy part was thrown in as an effort to sweet talk him into rousing sooner.
"Peter, you're only making things harder for me, figuratively and literally," said Davy, lifting the sheet and eyeing his arousal with despair. Peter giggled, then turned around and said, "I love you," as he exited the bedroom door.
After Davy had showered, dressed, and gotten his hair just right, it was already almost 10. Peter was beside himself.
"The line for the Matterhorn will be impossibly long by now!"
"You'll live." Davy was in no mood to apologize. He was always grumpy when Peter denied him, luckily a rare occasion. If only Peter weren't so damn good.
Micky and Mike split and went their own way as soon as they entered the gates. They knew Peter's favorite haunts at Disneyland very well, and they weren't about to tag along. They also knew, however, that Davy would go with Peter, so they made their usual agreement to meet at the big clock around 1pm for lunch.
Peter and Davy stood in the ridiculously long line for the Matterhorn for nearly two hours. By the time they got off the ride, it was already 12:30. Just enough time for the haunted house, another must do for Peter. The nice thing about that ride was that Peter would grab Davy every time he got scared, and Davy ate that right up, burying his nose in Peter's neck in the dark, stealing a few moments of utter bliss. And Peter yielding to it...practically purring like a kitten.
After that, they met Mike and Micky, and Peter had two hot dogs with the works for lunch. Davy had a burger. For dessert, Peter had some cotton candy and a frozen banana. The Monkees then separated again, agreeing to meet at the clock again at around 6pm.
The merry-go-round was easily one of Peter's top three favorite rides. Davy wanted to sit it out and just watch Peter, but Peter insisted Davy join him. Davy had never been more embarrassed in his life, sitting on the carousel horse, gliding up and down along with all the kids that were mostly under ten years old. Every time he looked at Peter, though, he was rewarded with an adorable dimpled smile that more than made up for the discomfort.
Soon after looking at some exhibits, Peter announced he wanted a snow cone. "Peter! You've just had a huge cotton candy and a frozen banana!" Davy knew all too well about Peter's appetite-both in bed and out. And he knew Peter would eat almost nonstop until they left Disneyland. Amazing that he never even got a stomachache. Mike always said he had a cast iron stomach. Peter never really got his fill. Peter ate like he made love-tirelessly and with relish.
After the snow cone and a couple more rides, Peter headed for the funnel cake booth. "You've got to be joking!" Davy was incredulous. Peter asked Davy to help him eat it, but Davy could only choke down a fourth of it. Davy noted that Peter had no trouble inhaling the rest.
The Pirates of the Carribean was next. Its line was nearly as long as the Matterhorn. All the better for Davy to oogle Peter. Waiting in line did have its benefits. They couldn't touch, hold hands or kiss at Disneyland, and that was just as hard on Davy as not being able to make love. But Davy could let his eyes wander over Peter's lean, fit body. His butt was so nicely shaped, lightly muscled arms from working out, and his crotch, well, those pants left little to the imagination. Peter was such a hands-on guy, almost constantly making bodily contact with Davy when they were alone, and Davy was suffering for the lack of it. But he could look at Peter, and he did- and to hell with anyone who didn't like it. He wanted to touch Peter so badly, his body burned. If nothing else, he at least wanted to be able to hug him, or touch his cheek tenderly with his palm.
They shot rifles at stuffed ducks, and when Peter bent over to aim, his butt pushed right up against Davy's crotch. Davy was sure he'd done it on purpose. Teasing him. The bulge in Davy's pants was growing again. It was Davy's own fault though, for standing so close behind Peter. But, agonizing as it was, Davy couldn't stop allowing Peter to tempt him. Sweet, sweet torture.
The submarine ride was one of Davy's favorites because there was so much to look at, but today all he had eyes for was Peter. Peter, with a wondrous look on his face, enjoying the ride to the fullest the way he did with everything in life. That zest he had for life was one of his biggest attractions as far as Davy was concerned. Always cheerful and happy, yet such a sensitive, loving soul.
Peter felt Davy's eyes on him and turned his head to meet Davy's gaze, and his amber/green eyes glittered as he smiled rather shyly, then looked down demurely. He's flirting with me, thought Davy. And doing a damn good job of it, too. Peter knew how to push all Davy's buttons. Every one of them.
The ferris wheel was next, and it was one of the worst temptations, since he'd be sitting right next to Peter, yet he couldn't touch him like he could in the dark haunted house. While at the top of the ferris wheel, it stopped, and Peter took the opportunity to slyly slip one hand behind Davy, running it ever so slowly down to the base of Davy's spine, and then rubbing ever so lightly, something he knew always made Davy's libido skyrocket in a split second.
"Jesus, Peter! You're gonna get it when we get home!"
Peter just flashed Davy one of his sweet, innocent-appearing smiles. The devil in disguise, he was.
By 6 o'clock, Davy was close to bursting to head home. The urge to get down on his knees and beg even came to mind. But Peter had other ideas, and after the four of them had met for dinner, off they went in separate directions again. This time though, Davy emphasized he and Peter would meet Micky and Mike again at 8, and they'd be ready to head home. He said this resolutely and firmly as he sliced a warning glare at Peter so there would be no misunderstandings.
Davy's pants had been uncomfortably snug all day, and his almost constant erection ached with longing for Peter. Would this day never end? If he could just kiss and hug him once, lick that soft, furry chest... The aching throb was becoming more unbearable by the second.
"Let's sit down in the shade for a few minutes," pleaded Davy. "All we've been doing is walking, going on rides or eating. I want to just rest for a little while." And fantasize about what will happen later.
There was no damn privacy to be found, so Davy picked a bench under a tree, barely tolerating the people who constantly walked by. They set his teeth on edge. All the noise, the claustrophobia. It didn't help that he and Peter kept getting curious looks-people couldn't help gawking at these two young, attractive guys with long hair, and Davy, as usual, got the most scrutinizing looks. The older generation, especially the men, looked at them as if they were freaks. The pre teen, teen and young women were openly fascinated.
Davy looked young for his age with his baby face. His amazingly good looks and athletic, fit body caused him to get even more attention than Peter, who still got his own fair share of stares. The contrast between the two made them all the more attractive to women. The dark, quiet, mysterious one with the chocolate brown eyes and the blonde happy-go-lucky, energetic one with the hazel eyes that changed with the amount of light and Peter's emotions. They captivated nearly everyone, albeit in different ways.
"Look!" cried Peter, pointing to the left. "Giant soft pretzels!"
Oh no, not again. "Pete, for Christ's sake, you've just had dinner!" complained Davy, to no avail. Peter was already in line before Davy had even finished the sentence. Where in hell did Peter put all that food? When he came back, he had one for Davy too. So Davy felt obligated to eat it, of course. At least Peter hadn't gotten him a chocolate dipped one like he had for himself. Even Peter knew that would be pushing it too far.
Suddenly Davy spied a currently deserted small barn where they'd been giving sheep shearing demonstrations a little while ago. No one was in there! Davy's eyes glimmered with barely suppressed anticipation. After impatiently waiting for Peter to take his last bite of pretzel, Davy dragged him in there.
Peter looked around at the piles of white wool that hadn't yet been swept up, and said, "Boy, Davy. So many things to do and look at, and you want to see piles of sheep wool?"
"Shhhh... " Davy buried his hands in Peter's silky soft hair. Peter's eyes instantly lit up with a fire that Davy recognized only too well. Wow, marveled Davy. Doesn't take much. Davy could crank up the bassist's thermostat with the barest hint of intimacy. Peter's response always excited him. Peter let Davy eagerly push him up against one of the interior stall walls , feeling deliciously weak and vulnerable in the face of Davy's considerable persuasiveness. Davy's mouth was on his in a hot second.
Having Davy's body pressing him back, with nowhere to go, Peter's heart raced as he felt Davy's too-long suppressed desire, and he easily matched Davy's urgency. They kissed long and hard, with a quiet kind of desperation. Davy smiled inwardly. Peter's fire had never been difficult for him to stoke. Peter spread his legs a bit to be on the same level with Davy so he could rub his hard-on against Davy's. Davy grabbed Peter's buttocks and ground into him.
Peter had that half dazed, dreamy look in his eyes that he got when he was really turned on. It sent a raging heat through Davy. Peter was more than receptive, hot and ready for him... and here they were at Disneyland, of all places! All he wanted was to be at home, in bed, with Peter, and that was probably at least a couple of hours away, depending on how successful the Monkees would be in getting Peter out of the park. They couldn't very well drag him out by his arms and legs; they'd tried that in the past, resulting in getting undue attention from the security guards. That, in turn, resulted in them getting home even later because they'd had to convince the guards that Peter had such an obsession with Disneyland that dragging him away was their only option.
Davy tried to think of something. "Peter... let's just do another couple of rides, then go wait for Mike and Mick, yeah?"
"We've got another couple of hours before they'll be there," Peter's voice was barely more than a whisper, his eyes hooded. Well, it was clear he was still under Davy's spell-a good sign. He was so aroused that he looked drugged. He sure didn't need to be smoking pot to get that look when he was ready for some lovin.' It was driving Davy wild.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
"You've still got a boner?" Peter's eyes were suddenly huge as he eyed Davy's crotch. Davy, despite the acute discomfort in his pants, choked down a laugh. Peter certainly had a way with words.
"Of course I do! You little shit! You've been teasing me all day. You know only too well I've had a hard-on just about all day! And...speaking of hard-ons- look at yourself!" There was no way Peter could hide his massive hard-on in those impossibly tight pants.
"Me, a little shit? You're seven inches shorter than me!"
"You know what I mean!" Davy sighed loud and long.
"How are we going to go on another ride with boners?" Peter looked so serious about it that Davy broke down and he had to give way to the laughter.
"Let's try to think about something else," was Davy's suggestion, although he knew it would be short lived-at least for him it would.
"The teacups! Oh David...you know how much I love the teacups! We have to go on them!" When Davy started to open his mouth to object, Peter stuck his lower lip out just enough to almost melt Davy's heart. Davy wouldn't have been caught dead on the teacups with anyone in the world but Peter. And there they suddenly were, whirling around and around... and around. Before 30 seconds had elapsed, Davy started to sense an uneasy sensation, and realized he was getting nauseated. He tried to just grit it out, however, so as not to ruin Peter's good time. He was getting unpleasantly dizzy now too, and wondered what effect the spinning had on Peter.
Just then, he looked over at Peter and saw that he looked quite pale and much quieter than usual. "Pete, you okay?" he asked.
"Um... I don't know. I think I might puke." Oh great! Just what Davy needed-Peter puking all over him. The thought horrified him. Especially when he remembered everything Peter had eaten. Davy quickly signaled the guy who operated the ride to stop it, which, thankfully, he did.
As he and Peter climbed off the ride, with tons of people staring at them, Davy whispered, "If you hadn't eaten all that junk today, this wouldn't have happened! Now everyone here thinks we're afraid to ride the damn teacups!"
"Pete... Pete, you aren't gonna puke, are you?"
"I think we got off in time," said Peter in a very weak, shakey voice. "But I think I'm ready to go home." This was music to Davy's ears. But they still had an hour and a half to go before meeting the other two. Davy would have liked to spend that time making out, but they were both too queasy to walk back to the sheep shearing barn.
In the end, after Peter's stomach had settled a bit, they decided to go to the clock an hour early. Peter was still feeling a bit woozy, so they traveled slowly. Joy of joys, Mike and Micky were already there, sitting underneath the clock, looking as worn out as Davy felt. "We've been here eight hours-I think that's enough," Mike summed it up nicely.
"What's wrong with Pete?" asked Micky.
"I'll tell ya exactly what's wrong with him. He ate hot dogs, cotton candy, a frozen banana, a snow cone, funnel cake, a giant pretzel, and lunch and dinner, of course."
"Don't forget about the ice cream cone," said Peter.
"Oh yeah, that too." That had happened sometime between rides-which ones Davy had no recollection, and didn't care to try to remember.
Mike just shook his head in disbelief. "I'm amazed he didn't throw up on one of the rides!"
"He almost did, and to think... he wanted to go on the hammer! God, what a mess that would have been... all those people underneath too, if we'd been hanging upside down."
"Oh Christ, I don't even wanna picture that!" said Micky, sticking his tongue out comically.
"Let's go," the three of them said in unison. Peter, still fighting off the remnants of his nausea, silently followed along submissively.
Just wait until we get inside the Monkeemobile! Davy was thinking to himself. He'd finally have Peter in his clutches, and they'd be that much closer to home. Davy quivered with the anticipation.
