The Monkeemobile pulled into the moonlit parking lot of the Pine Vista Resort. "Four hundred miles? Feels like I've been driving four thousand miles", Micky groaned.
"It's a week-long gig, man; that's the best offer we've had in a while", Mike said.
"And they threw in two rooms for us; it can't be toobad", Davy added.
Peter said nothing: he was sound asleep in the back seat.
The lobby was deserted when they checked in; the desk clerk, obviously eager to close up for the night, yawned and handed them two sets of room keys.
Mike gave one to Davy. "Here, you and Pete can go in 105. Me and Micky will take 218."
"OK, have a good night. See you in the morning."
"Good night."
Mike and Micky trudged up the stairs to room 218. They opened the door and turned on the light. Micky stared at the lone double bed as though he had never seen one before. "Well...now what?"
Mike replied, with exaggerated patience, "Micky, there's two of us...and one bed. You do the math."
They set down their luggage. "Hey, it's a little chilly in here", Micky said.
Mike experimentally turned the radiator knob up and down, but nothing happened. "Groovy; they gave us the room with one bed and a heater that doesn't work."
Mike and Micky unpacked quickly and wasted no time getting undressed. They each chose one side of the bed, being careful not to touch. Mike turned to face the wall.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Mike felt Micky tossing and turning under the covers. "What's the matter?"
"Mike, I'm cold."
Mike sighed. "Go look in the closet and see if you can find another blanket."
Micky got up and rummaged around. "There aren't any," he reported. "Maybe I could call room service."
"Room service? Man, this isn't the Los Angeles Hilton. Put on a bathrobe or something."
"I didn't bring one."
"Well, neither did I." Mike rolled his eyes. "It's after midnight, and I'm tryin' to get to sleep. Mick, you are bein' a real pest."
Minutes passed; Mike tried in vain to ignore Micky's restless fidgeting.
"All right, you asked for it." Mike lunged across the bed like a tiger and wrapped his arms tightly around Micky from behind.
"What -?", Micky yelped. He began to pull away, but all of a sudden, he felt the warmth of Mike's body radiating through his pajamas. He relaxed a little.
Mike loosened his grip so that he was holding Micky lightly. "I am only doin' this so that you'll settle down and we can get some sleep. Since the heater doesn't work, I guess we gotta improvise..." He barely suppressed a grin.
Micky was warm at last. To his surprise, he realized that he was also enjoying the closeness, and the gentle pressure of Mike's arms around him. Wow, this is kinda nice, he thought. "Well, OK, just this once..." He smiled too.