Well shit. No-one's gonna review me now. No-one's even gonna see it now that it's m. Lol.
They didn't talk about it afterwards. It almost seemed like a dream to Peter – Davy kissing him in front of the pad. Peter had some strange dreams sometimes.
Davy didn't seem bothered by it either. He just kept doing what Davy did best – being Peter's friend and dating lots of girls. So it took a couple of weeks for what happened next to…happen.
Her name was Jill Goodyear and she asked Peter out.
"There's no way you can mess this one up," Micky said.
But as Jill kissed her brand new fiancé across the table, Peter guessed Micky should have had more faith in him.
He took his time getting home, because the date had been bad enough. He didn't need his three friends dissecting it further.
But when he got back to the pad, Davy was the only one still up. He looked up from the couch and smiled as Peter came in the door. "How did it go?"
Peter thought for a second. "Good," he decided. Because, after all, "Jill got engaged."
Davy's mouth dropped open. "You're engaged?" he hissed. He immediately fixed his eyes on the stairs, like he was expecting Mike to appear. Mike was like a barometer, only instead of measuring pressure, he measured problems. Also, he fixed them, so maybe he wasn't all that much like a barometer.
"No, I'm not engaged. Jill is. I think his name is Leo."
"Oh," Davy said. Then, "Oh. I'm sorry."
"Yeah." Peter shrugged. "It's okay."
Davy looked at him. "Sit down for a minute," he said.
As Peter crossed the floor, anticipation was already building in his stomach. There was no reason for it, unless you counted the small, assessing pause before Davy asked him to sit. Also maybe the memory of how nice Davy had been to him the last time Peter's date had gone bad.
It had only happened once. There wasn't any reason to expect it to happen again. Except he must have been expecting it anyway. Because when he sat down next to Davy, and Davy immediately turned to him, angling his head to the side, something tense and expectant eased inside his stomach. He met Davy halfway, head tilting the other way. He was ready this time.
And it was even better now. Last time, it had been kissing. This time, it was full-on making out. No catching up, no decorous declaration of intent, no starting slow and building up to something more full on. It was just this intense, focused make-out session right from the get-go. Tongues in mouths, lips working, hands– Peter even figured out what to do with his hands this time. And it was silly, because the answer had been in front of him the whole time. The best thing to do with his hands was put them on Davy. After all, it was only fair. Davy's warm hands were moving all over Peter's body, leaving heavy thrills of excitement in their wake. So Peter let his own hands slide up Davy's back, across his chest, along his arms, down to his hips.
Davy pulled away from his mouth, which left him feeling deprived, until he turned his head to the side and began to trail sucking kisses down Peter's neck. Peter's mouth fell open and he gasped at the sensation, which centered immediately between his legs.
Close as they were (Davy was practically lying on top of him) all this petting and touching and neck kissing was having a hard-to-disguise effect on his body. It was going to be embarrassing when Davy noticed. He needed to stop this. Or at least slow it down. Because as good a friend as Davy was, there had to be a limit to how nice he was willing to be.
His hand slid into Davy's hair, keeping him in place. Just a few more minutes, and then…
…maybe just a few more…
Davy didn't seem like he was going to call a halt to anything anytime soon, tongue delicately tracing along Peter's collarbone before returning to his neck. Still, it was a shock when Davy's hand slid up his pants leg from knee to thigh, before slipping over and cupping his hard on.
It wasn't just a shock. It was an electric shock. Or maybe not. Peter didn't think your first instinct would be to buck into that. It wasn't like he'd ever seen guys frantically rubbing themselves off against electric fences. Though that might account for Micky's hair…
Then Davy was unbuttoning his pants and slipping his hands inside Peter's underwear and the feeling of his bare palm against Peter's cock could've made him cry from how good it was.
Davy was obviously the nicest person in the whole world.
He curled his hand around Peter's cock and stroked him, and he didn't stop or slow down, even when Peter started to make noises, these choked off groans that made Davy kiss beside his ear and say, "Ssh. Ssh. Pete. Peter. We have to be quiet. Sssh."
But he didn't stop, and a few seconds later Peter arched up and came all over his hand.
