AN -Just a little disclaimer- There is a small part in this chapter where I know I am not accurately portraying Peter's family. But since this story is show verse with hints of RL I decide do make up what his relationship was with them. But I know that in real life they were actually really wonderful and supportive people.

The next morning, Peter awoke around 11. Micky was curled tightly against him.

He stroked his hand through Micky's hair and let his mind captivate itself with thoughts of the previous evening.

He was amazed at how perfect it had all turned out.
Micky had really been into it. Of course Peter had known he would be …but knowing and actually witnessing were two completely different things.

God… the shower. How had that even happened?
It had only been Micky's first time out but he had played like he was in the big leagues.
There was no way Peter would have wanted to go that hard his first time around.

He watched Micky's sleeping body. So still and innocent. A stark contrast to the ungodly movements it had made the night before.

Peter found himself transfixed on the memory.

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Suddenly his stomach growled, interrupting his carnal thoughts. He realized that they had forgotten to eat dinner last night. He almost laughed. Food was such a basic need but they had been so wrapped up in each other that it had completely gone by the wayside.

He kissed Micky's sleeping head as he delicately uncurled Micky's fingers from his side and maneuvered his way out from under his lover.

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He got up and pulled on some pants.
When he made his way out to the kitchen, he realized that the house was oddly quiet.
He also noted that the coffee pot was dry and that there were no breakfast dishes in the sink.

No way were Mike and Davy still in bed.
Mike usually rose at the crack of dawn, regardless of how late he'd been up.
And Davy usually rose right along with him by begrudging default since they shared a room.

So the fact that the place was so quiet could only mean one thing. -They had stayed out all night.

He put a pot of coffee on and went upstairs just to be sure his suspicions were correct.
They were. Their room was dark and vacant.

He smiled to himself and went back downstairs to set about a leisurely pace, making a big breakfast for him and Micky. Sausage, eggs, French toast and all.

.

Eventually, he heard the door to his and Micky's room open and Micky came stumbling out. "Pete?" Micky said groggily. "Why are you up so early?"

Peter grinned. "It's almost noon, Mick."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

Micky staggered towards the kitchen table sleepily. He plopped down on a chair. "You should have woke me up then."

"I didn't have the heart. You were sound asleep. You looked so sweet and innocent."

Micky turned his sleep filled, puffy eyes towards Peter. "So what… I'm not sweet and innocent when I'm awake?"

Peter laughed. "How can you ask me that after last night?"

Micky lay his head down against his arm on the table. "Mmmm" He smiled lazily. "Last night..." He murmured.

Peter smirked and their eyes locked on each other in reflection.

.

Then Peter broke the spell. "So are you hungry?"

"Starved."

"Good." Peter said as he went to the cabinet and got out a couple plates. He filled them at the stove and grabbed some honey and jam.

He placed Micky's plate in front of him and sat down across from him.

"This looks good Pete."

Peter grinned proudly as he unscrewed the lid from the jam. He began to liberally spread it over his scrambled eggs.

"You're putting jam on your eggs?!"

Peter looked up and saw that Micky was staring at him in total disgust.

"Yeah, why?"

"That's disgusting!"

Peter grew defensive. "Not as disgusting as putting orange juice on my cereal!"

Micky glared at him. "Actually it is. There are plenty of people who put orange juice on cereal but I have never once heard of anyone putting peach jam on eggs!"

"Who puts orange juice on cereal, Micky? Name one person …Other than you."

Micky looked thoughtful for a moment and then hemmed and hawed and grew silent.

Peter laughed. "That's what I thought."

"Whatever…" Micky shook his head in defeat. "Eggs with jam- that's awful…"

"It's actually really good, Mick. You should try it."

Micky shook his head. "No thanks."

"Come on!" Peter said shoveling the eggs onto his fork and holding it up to Micky.

"No man."

"Just do it… for me?" Peter gave him a childish pout.

Micky sighed and bit his lip, thinking it over. "Fine." He finally said, taking the fork from Peter. "But this better be good!" Then he took the whole fork load in one bite.
He immediately started coughing and gagging and dropped the fork. He spit the eggs out and continued spitting until all residual after taste was gone. "That's nasty Pete! How could you ever eat that shit?!"

Peter frowned. "Well, I like it."

Micky shook his head. "You know what? …Just for that, I'm going to make you try my orange juice Kellogg's sometime."

Peter sighed deeply. "Whatever"

Then Micky grinned. "I guess it's to each his own, huh?"

Peter nodded in agreement.

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They ate in relative silence for a few minutes and then Micky looked up.

"Hey… where are Mike and Davy?"

"They're still out I guess." Peter said with his mouth full.

Micky put his fork down and grinned. "Really?!"

Peter looked up, trying to figure out why Micky suddenly seemed so excited. "Yeah… really."

Then Peter felt Micky's bare foot slide up his ankle under the table. "So we still have the whole place to ourselves?" Micky's toes caressed and pinched all the way up the back of Peter's calf.

Peter's mind suddenly clicked. "Yeah… we do."

Micky bit his lip. "You know... I know we are in the middle of this fantastic little wholesome breakfast you slaved away at all morning, but...maybe we could take a little intermission and scoot our plates off to the side." He made it a point of scooting their plates off to 'said' side.
"And then, look-" He rubbed the center of the table erotically. "-We have this whole… open …space here to do whatever we want." Micky eyed him suggestively with an almost deadly gleam in his eye.

Peter mouth went dry for a second as a piece of un-chewed peach flavored eggs rested against his back teeth. He looked down to watch Micky's hand rubbing across the hard but smooth wooden surface.
He chewed quickly and swallowed his eggs. "Are you really saying you want to do it on the kitchen table?!"

Micky grinned evilly and raised his eyebrows "Kinda."

Peter blew out a low whistle. He knew he probably should object somehow.
…After all this was the table that they ate on.
And not only him and Mick, but Mike and Davy too!
But the sudden throbbing in his pants killed the objection as it rose to his throat. All he ended up saying was "We'll have to be careful."

Micky laughed giddily. "I'll go get the baby oil."

...

And then they were screwing. Screwing on an ever so cliché but also ever so fanciable surface.
It had been easy to get into it. Micky had dropped his pants and Peter had bent him over the table and taken him in an instant. It had been like sliding a hard steel knife into hot melting butter.

Micky moaned loudly in pleasure and relief at the deep penetration.

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They'd soon fallen into a rhythm. Micky, being a natural percussionist, accentuated Peter's rhythm with his own, bucking back against him.
His bucks quickly grew out of hand however, and he wound up bucking them right off the table and onto the floor.

They fell into a heap or moans, groans and unstiflable giggles.

They rolled about laughing, trying to get back into a position where they could continue their sinfully gratifying activity.

Finally Micky was up on his hands and knees under the table.
Peter tried to mount him but there was very little vertical space and he ended up banging his head against the underside. Their breakfast plates rattled above.

"Fuck!" Peter grimaced and grabbed the back of his head, before busting up again in laughter.

Micky looked over his shoulder. "This isn't going to work, is it?"

Peter, still grabbing the back of his head said "No… it not. Maybe we should just go back up on top."

Micky looked up above him. "That's too far for me…" Then he glanced towards the living room. "Let's just go to the rug."

"Micky… that's a lot further than the top of the table."

"Yeah I know... but my legs are totally gone. They feel like jello from all this. There's no way I can stand up right now."

Peter laughed. "Okay…"

…

So they rolled and dragged themselves to the giant throw rug in the center of the living room.

Then they proceeded with their activity.

...

Micky was amazed at how right this all felt. How it almost felt natural. Second nature.
Which was weird because until last night he would have never thought that having Peter's cock buried in his backside would be one of his callings.
But now…Now, he almost felt like he was meant for this.
Which was weird because having Peter's cock buried in his backside was a really strange thing to be meant for.

He'd been so afraid to hand over the keys of his sexuality like this. To hand over his balls and take on the submissive roll.
But now that he had, he didn't feel submissive at all. He just felt hungry. A primal need welling up inside him.
He felt like an animal.

He'd had dreams all throughout the night of Peter making love to him. Each one had faded into the next, building upon each other but never giving him the relief he sought.

But that was a good thing because this was the relief.
And it was so much better than anything in a dream.

He could feel Peter touching that mysterious spot in him ever so slightly with each thrust. It was being teased.
He was being teased.
He hated it but also loved it at the same time. It was incredibly dizzying.
The sensations were beginning to compound and he knew that if his lightning speed ejaculations from last night were any indicator, he was going to come really soon.

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That was about the time that the front door opened

…and in came Mike.

Micky looked up in shock as Peter continued to nail him into the floor from behind.
Unreleased moans caught in his throat and died.

Then the nailing suddenly ceased and Peter pulled out of him like a bat out of hell.
Clearly he'd noticed Mike too.

Mike stood in the entry way frozen like a stone as if he'd just seen Medusa rather than his two buds going at it on the floor.

Micky stayed where he was, not sure what to do.

It was a very odd scenario –to be caught naked in the middle of the living room floor.
And not only that, but to be caught naked in the middle of the living room floor when your best friend and band mate's penis had just been up your ass.

He swallowed hard and slowly rose to his knees, covering his personal area with his hands. "Hey Mike."

A strangled sound escaped Mike's throat. It might have been a 'hi' but it was difficult to tell.

Suddenly Mike took a couple steps backwards. Then he took a few steps forwards. Then another step back, a couple to the side, a few forward and back again. His feet didn't seem to know where they wanted to go.
His eyes flicked away from the scene in front of him and darted around, desperately trying to find something neutral to rest on. Then he spotted a lamp on the end table by the recliner. He rushed towards it.

"Uh, hey kids!" His voice was shaky but also strangely very enthusiastic. "-I just needed to grab this here lamp." He said as he picked up the lamp and held it high in demonstration. He dragged it with him back towards the front door. The cord got stuck in the wall but he gave It a mighty and forceful tug until it unplugged..

"Yeah… I need this lamp. -I need it… well actually, …Chip needs it -actually... For…for-his …-his garage!"
He turned back to face them "Yeah cause Chip's light went out and now he can't see his uh...-his car anymore!"
Mike waved his free hand about in an overly crazy animated gesture. "I mean imagine! -not being able to see your own car! …You don't know if it's there or not! Maybe it got stolen… Or maybe it… you know… maybe it just disappeared -rotted away! Weird things happen you know! …-all the time! …-So I just needed this here lamp to make sure nothing funny is going on!"

With that Mike opened the front door and sprinted out as the lamp cord flopped and trailed behind him.

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Then they were alone again.
Silence stretched out as they sat stunned, staring at the door Mike had left through.

Finally Micky turned wide eyes on Peter.

Peter's eyes were just as wide.

"So much for being careful." Micky said, in hindsight.

Peter reluctantly withdrew his hands that were covering his own decency and brought them to his face."Holy fuck."He breathed into them.

Micky just sat there staring dumbly.

"Fuck…" Peter said again. "Oh my god…"
He shook his head and got up, running his hands across his forehead and through his hair like a mad man.
"Holy Fuck."

Micky stayed seated on the floor, watching him.

Peter paced the room a few times swearing under his breath. Eventually he spotted his pants and pulled them on.
"Holy fuck…" Peter said again.

Micky continued to watch.

Peter finally sat down on the couch."Holy fuck."

Micky rose to his knees and scooted over to him. "Pete?" He said as he laid his hand gently on Peter's knee.

"What?!

"You've said 'Holy fuck' a few times now."

"So?!"

"So… why don't you just chill out a little bit."

"Micky! Mike just caught us fucking!"

"Yeah... he did." Micky said quietly, raising himself up to sit on the couch next to Peter. "But at least he didn't catch us when we were on the kitchen table."

Peter looked at him like he was crazy. "This isn't a fucking joke man!" He said angrily.

"I know it's not a joke!" Micky said raising his voice. He was puzzled that out of the two of them, he was the one who was staying calm.
Why was Peter acting like this?

But then it clicked. He understood.
He realized it was about approval… and how important Mike's approval was to Peter.

If there was one person that could shake Peter up and make him this agitated, it was Mike.

Peter's bond with Mike was different than Micky's bond with him was.
Micky had known Mike much longer. They'd always been buddies. While that was huge, it didn't have the intense 'respect' element to it the way that Peter and Mike's relationship had.

Peter and Mike were certainly buddies as well but the 'respect element' took their bond to a different level.
There was a competiveness about them
They were both natural born musicians. Neither of them had needed to work at it too hard the way that Micky and Davy had.
It was just part of them. Always had been.
The competiveness stemmed from the respect and admiration each had for the other. They had both always been so used to being 'the best' that coming together and squaring off with someone of equal but different strength had ignited a mutual need in them both for not only each other's approval in musicianship but also for life in general.

So it made sense that Peter was upset.
He felt like he'd let Mike down in some obscure way.
In a way that threatened the ideals and morals of a man that Peter held in the highest regard.

Micky understood that. But what he didn't understand was why Peter was getting so bent out of shape now.
When Mike had first found out about them, it had put a damper on Peter's spirit but he hadn't flipped like this.
To Micky, that had been a much bigger deal.
This… this was just sex. And while it was embarrassing and probably quite fucked up in Mike's eyes, it wasn't like he had walked in on something without knowledge.
He already knew about the 'idealless-nees' and 'moralless-ness' of the relationship between his fellow buds.

So what was Peter's hang up?

"Look Pete, I understand that you don't want to upset him…" Micky touched his arm. "But I don't understand why this is getting to you so much. I mean it's not like he just found out."

Peter eyed him, deep in thought. "Micky…" He trailed off. "-You just don't get it."

"Well then make me get it!"

Peter shook his head. "He's gonna see us different now… and not in a good way."

"Why? Why would this make a difference? He already sees us different. He has ever since Phil spilled the beans on me!"

"No… it's not the same."

"How so?!"

Peter sighed in agitation. "Look…it's like this-" He paused, thinking for a moment. "-We all know that everyone shits, right?"

Micky eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. "What the hell are you getting at?!"

"Just humor me!"

Micky looked at him, frustrated.

"So?" Peter was waiting for a response. "Everyone shits right?"

"Yeah Pete. Everyone shits."

"Okay… so even though we know that, it's not like we think differently of people right? It's not like we think everyone is disgusting or we lose respect for them just because they shit."

Micky nodded slowly, still trying to figure out where Peter was going with this.

"But what if you walked in on someone taking a shit? What if you actually witnessed it? Wouldn't that be a little different? Wouldn't you get some sort grossed out vibes from them after that? You wouldn't be able to look at them the same…"

Micky stared at him. Finally he said "Pete, are you seriously comparing our sex life to… shitting?"

Peter laughed despite himself. "Whatever… it's a good analogy."

"No... It's a terrible, actually. Don't ever compare the two again." Micky shook his head in twisted amusement. "I think I get what you're saying though -you think that since Mike actually saw us screwing that he thinks we are disgusting now and we lost his respect?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah… I do.

"Okay…" Micky said slowly. "Well I think you're wrong. I actually think this might have been a good thing. I think maybe he needed this."

Peter looked at him like he was crazy again. His hands dropped to his thighs. "What would even compel you to think that Micky?!"

Micky's frustration suddenly peaked. "Pete! Mike needs to deal with us!" His voice inadvertently rose. "He can't keep pretending we aren't who we are! I mean it's been a month and even though we've been walking on eggshells around him, nothing has changed!" He gripped the top of Peter's hand. "Nothing has!…Yeah, maybe he will think differently of us now but at least he will think something! I mean how will we ever move forward if he keeps ignoring the fact that we are together? Maybe getting in his face like this is what he needs!..."

Peter looked at Micky long and hard. Then he shook his head. "But what if it's not, Mick? I mean this is just going to alienate him more." Peter's eyes looked fearful "What if he freaks the fuck out?...He'll hate us, Micky. He'll reject us… He'll disown us…" The last was nothing more than a whisper.

"No."Micky shook his head. "He would never do that."

"How do you know?"

"Because we're family... You don't hate family, regardless of what they do… And you don't reject or disown them either. At least not if you are a real family like we are."

"Yeah but my parent more or less wrote me off when I decided to be a musician. How do you explain that?"

"That's different." Micky shook his head. "Your parents had no character. They never saw you as real person with dreams and talents of your own. That wasn't a real family."

"Okay then… what about your family?"

"What about them?"

"Have you said anything about us to your mom or sisters?"

Micky sighed and shook his head. "No I haven't. Why would I?"

"I'm not saying you would or should… I'm just saying, if you did, what would they do?"

Micky stared out across the living room. It was something he'd been wondering about himself. He honestly didn't know. "I think…" He said after a few moments of contemplation. "I think they would have a really hard time with it. I think it would take a while for them to come around." He looked at Peter. "But they would never disown me… or reject me… or hate me. They'd just be disappointed and confused."

Peter studied him for a while and then looked away. "Okay… so you think that's how Mike will be?"

"Look, Pete, he already knew. It's not like we just dropped a bombshell on him or something. Yeah… it will probably take him a while to warm up to us but at least he can't deny us anymore. It's a step, you know."

Peter rubbed his temples. "Okay." He finally said. "I just hope it's a step forward."

"Me too."

.

They sat there for a while in thought before Micky touched Peter's thigh. "Hey Pete…?"

Peter looked up.

"You think we can… you know…" He had an impish smile. "finish what we were doing earlier?"

Peter laughed in bewilderment. "Micky… are you serious?"

"Yeah… why not? Nobody's here. Damage has already been done. Why should it matter now?"

Peter shook his head and a small smile touched the corner of his lips. "You got a little taste and now you're going to be insatiable aren't you?"

Micky grinned bigger. "Probably."

"I created a monster."