AN. Okay, so this is pretty much just a continuation of the last chapter. It was getting a little long so I spit it. Hope you enjoy!

Peter and Micky lay in bed for what seemed like hours in silent after sex cuddle mode.

Even though Peter hadn't reached his peak, he still felt incredible.
He stroked Micky's hair and neck, trailing down to his chest and then to his stomach that was speckled in semen. He giggled as he dipped his finger in the juice and tried to write 'I LUV U' with it across Micky's belly.

"God… I love you too." Micky said when he looked down and saw what Peter was trying to write.

Peter smiled up at him and then Micky rolled towards him. "Pete… you're something else aren't you…"

Peter only smiled.

"I can't believe how perfect that felt."

"Perfect?" Peter asked in a whisper.

"Yeah… perfect." Micky's hand caressed over Peter's cheek. "Every since we started this, I have been so scared of this moment…" He said introspectively. "But now that it's here… I can't even fathom why I was ever afraid …I mean this has to be one of the most incredible experiences of my life."

Peter's heart swelled. "God Micky… I'm so glad to hear you say that. I've been so afraid of this moment too."

"Why?"

"Because I knew how afraid of it you were and I was afraid that when the time came I wouldn't do it right."

Micky laughed incredulously. "Well… shit Pete. I'd say you did it right." He shook his head dreamily. "Better than right, actually."

Peter's eyes gleamed.

Micky snuggled closer and that was when he felt Peter still hardened cock against his thigh.

"Shit, Pete. I've been so wrapped up in what I was feeling that I guess I forgot about you."

"God Micky… You're so selfish." Peter teased.

Micky looked up at Peter under thick lashes with purposely seductive, half closed eyes. "I'm sorry baby." He purred. "How can I ever make it up to you?"

Peter laughed.

"Let's go get in the shower." Micky suddenly said.

"The shower?"

"Yeah, I wanna suck your dick but we need to clean it first. I may be into some kinky shit but I'm not really in the mood to taste my ass on your cock."

...

And so they got in the shower and cleaned Peter's dick off as the hot water and soap ran down their bodies.

After much making out and rubbing up on each other Micky leaned back against the shower wall. "I can suck you dick now if you really want me to…" He reached out and swirled his fingers around the head of Peter's erect penis. "But wouldn't you just rather fuck me again instead?"

"Really?" Peter asked in pleased bewilderment. "You want to go again?"

Micky bit his lower lip and smiled playfully. He nodded.

"Okay." Peter said giddily. He jolted out of the shower and ran down the hall naked and wet to the bedroom and grabbed the lube.

.

When he got back, he slathered it on, threw Micky face first against the shower wall and fucked him.

With only a few thrusts, Micky came again.

"Godd-dd." Micky sobbed out against the wall as he released his own cock that he had barely begun to stroke. "I didn't mean to do that. It just felt way too good."

"It's alright, man… "Peter said as he tried to withdraw his still unsatisfied cock. "I know it feels good."

Micky reached behind and drew Peter's pelvis back into him. "Just keep going… It's fine."

"You sure?" Peter asked skeptically.

"I'm sure."

.

And so Peter kept going and when he finally got his rocks off a few minutes later he took Micky with him once more.

They both sunk to the floor of the tub in a heap of water, soap and cum.

Micky's back lay against Peter's chest and he breathed huge, shaky breaths into his lungs.
"That's a record for me I think." He said when he could finally speak.

"How so?" Peter asked.

"I've never gotten off three times in a row so fast before."

"Yeah, you're quite a little harlot." Peter teased.

Micky grinned and slid down Peter's chest until his head was lying in Peter's lap. "Well at least I'm your harlot" He said looking up at Peter, adoringly.

Peter grinned back and sighed contently.

"God..." Micky groaned and squeezed his dick from base to tip. Only a tiny drop of left over fluid came out. "I am utterly spent."

"Are you?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm." Peter mused with humored skepticism. "I bet you're not."

"What?"

"I bet you could go again."

Micky lay his head back against Peter's stomach and looked up at him upside down. "Are you kidding me?" He said as though it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard. "I can barely move right now, let alone fuck."

"I think you'd be surprised."

"Pete, are you trying to kill me man?" He asked in lighthearted accusation.

Peter shook his head, amused. "No."

Micky looked puzzled. "Well… I mean if you're still horny maybe I could just suck-"

"-No Micky. It's not about me being horny. I just thought that since you've been such a quick study here and really seem to have enjoyed yourself that I should let you in on a little secret I learned."

"What?" Micky asked, his inverted face unable to hide his intense curiosity.

"Well… I mean you've made love to me over and over before and now you know how intense it is to be on the receiving end. So how do you think I kept going?"

"Yeah but there was way more time in between to recuperate."

Peter nodded. "You're right. There was. But I don't think that really matters much."

"Why?"

"If you'll let me, I'll show you."

Micky nodded, hesitantly.
He sat up and turned around in the narrow tub to face Peter. "But Pete, my balls are fucking aching."

"They won't be in a second."

Micky licked his lips. "Okay…"

Peter scooted forward and grabbed under Micky's thighs pulling him up onto his lap in a straddle.
Then he kissed Micky softly and moved his hand smoothly down between Micky's legs. He delicately touched Micky's sensitive penis before dipping his hand under Micky's scrotum and penetrating him with his fingers.

Micky groaned.

Peter was amazed at Micky's temporary looseness. He began stroking against that magical mystery tour of a spot.

Micky groaned some more.

Peter watched Micky's face as he stroked. His eyes remained steadily on his in a trusting manner. But then they began to droop as the new wave of arousal struck him.

Peter looked down and was happy to see exactly what he expected to see. Micky's flaccid cock was beginning to fill with blood once more and stiffen.

Peter looked up to see that Micky was looking down at his growth in amazement.

"How are you doing this?" Micky asked breathlessly.

Peter smirked but didn't offer explanation.

Micky's eyes glassed over and then they closed.

Peter leaned forward into Micky's ear. "I told you that you weren't spent, didn't I?" He said into it.

Micky groaned and nodded. He bit his lip,

Peter stroked him again and suddenly Micky's eyes flashed open.

He pushed Peter back against the tub and before Peter could react, he shimmied up Peter's pelvis and sank himself down onto Peter's re-hardening cock.
He threw his head back and let out a low and zealous moan.

Peter was shocked by Micky's display even though he probably shouldn't have been.

Micky looked at him and made a sound that was close to a growl before pitching forward and attacking Peter's mouth with all he was worth.

They slid down the slick surface of the tub until Peter was flat on his back and the water was spraying against their torsos.

Micky began to move his graceful body against Peter's in a riding motion, eerily reminding him of his brief encounter with Autumn a couple months back where, in his acid freaked mind, he had been positive that it had been Micky riding him instead of her.

She had been a good fuck. A superb fuck.

But she hadn't come anywhere close to this.
She hadn't been this feral.
She hadn't been this raw.
She hadn't been this desperate.

Micky's hands where digging into Peter's chest, gripping at it. Clawing at it. Trying to take the sexual tension he was feeling out on it.
He was moving erratically, lost in his need to find that contact between the head of Peter's penis and his sweet spot. Using Peter's body as a means for his physical pleasure and nothing more at the moment.

He was having difficulties though and it was showing on his frustrated face.

Peter watched him in a half minded state of supreme bliss.
He knew why Micky was struggling.
Micky didn't know what to look for.
The sweet spot was secret unless you knew where to find it.
Micky didn't.

It wasn't like the penis. The penis might as well be a beacon for touch when it was aroused. It might as well have a sign on it that said 'Here! Touch me HERE!'
But the sweet spot was different and even though Micky had felt the pleasure of it when Peter had been in control of their love making, Micky didn't know where it was on his own.

Micky was going at him hard now, still growling and groaning and kissing him deeply. It seemed that he was getting a small amount of proximity pleasure from the nerves inside him but it wasn't enough to satisfy and he had a plea filled look on his face every time he came up for some much needed air.

Peter grunted and pushed Micky up into the spray of shower water so that he was in a sitting position. "You'll feel it better at this angle babe. It will hit you harder." He breathed.

Micky's eyes immediately rolled back as he let out a long line expletives.
His hand instinctually flew to his cock and began pumping hard at it.

No doubt he was feeling it now.

Peter felt Micky's inner muscles tighten around him as Micky slammed down on him again and again.

Peter was at the edge. He wanted to take over and help Micky as well as himself along but he knew that this was Micky's show now.
This was about Micky discovering and understanding and potentially mastering a part of his own body that was new to him.

Peter had to let him, and as hard as it was to remain still, Peter liked not being in control.
He had a feeling that this would probably be one of the last times he wasn't in control when it came to the physical side of his and Micky's relationship.
Micky was enjoying the receptive side way too much.

Finally Micky reached his peak.

The tightened muscles around Peter tightened even more and Peter felt Micky's scrotum rise up off his lower abdomen.
Suddenly a heavy palpating stream flew at Peter.
Most of it hit his stomach but some of it hit his throat and face.

Then Micky began to pulse like heaven around him.

Peter went over.

As Micky fell face first against his chest and neck, Peter's remnants squirted inside him.

…

They eventually came to. The cold water spraying against them helped.
Peter opened his eyes and looked down at the wet curly mop against his chest.
He was still inside the body that belonged to that wet curly mop. He could still feel it pulsing, although much lighter now than before.
He waited.

Finally Micky raised his head to look at him. "I am completely spent now, Pete. Don't you dare try to tell me that I'm not." He broke into a smile and collapsed once more against Peters' chest.

"Oh believe me, I won't…" Peter stroked Micky's head. "Even if you could go again… I can't."

Micky giggled against his chest.
The giggle quickly grew into a shiver.

"Oh my god, Pete, I'm freezing."

Peter wrapped his arms around Micky. "Yeah, me too." He said against chattering teeth.

Micky sat up and turned off the cold shower water that was still raining down on them.

"Let's get to bed." Micky shivered. "I want to get under the blankets."

Peter laughed. "Me too."

…

And so they hurried out of the tub and ran to the bedroom.
Micky jumped in the bed and grabbed the unmade sheets and blankets from the foot of the bed as Peter jumped in beside him. Then they both hauled the warm fabric up over them and snuggled body to body, gripping and rubbing each other until their heat and the fabric warmed them.

They fell asleep quickly after.