So much for being in control, thought Davy wryly. Peter's mouth delivering butterfly kisses all over his neck, Shannon's hand inching toward his leg again; he was basking in all the attention he was getting from both of them, so control really wasn't the first concern on his list. Right now, life was like one giant orgasm. Except that he couldn't quite get there.

Davy had always prided himself on his control. He had the lovemaking art down to a science. He could regulate himself so that he and his partners would come at the same time. He was a maestro of intimacy. But this…this was a horse of a different color, it was. It could ruin his hotshot reputation. He was absolutely, without question, sure that it would take less than half a dozen strokes to make him blow his wad right now.

Shannon's hand… oh God. It was on his thigh now, but higher up than it had been before. Almost close enough to touch his throbbing erection. Peter's lips were still busy on his neck, throwing a bit of tongue into the mix. Shannon and Peter were onto him—they now knew his weakness— that spot on his neck. It was out in the open, exposed. Well, he had another weak spot, and his neck seemed to draw a direct line to his weakest spot. They had him, and they had him good.

Control was going to have to take a back seat for now. Peter's kisses below his ear, now applying a miniscule amount of sucking, made the hair on his arms stand straight up. Shannon's hand was now snaking down the front of his shirt, then down to his flat, hard abs. Holy crap! The front of his pants was becoming damp. Someone was sure to see it. But he reminded himself that Peter was in the same boat. And Peter had a big one. It didn't go unnoticed, and the guys would often joke about it, saying they could tell which girls Peter liked, as the swelling would show up as soon as the girl got anywhere near him.

"Let's have a slumber party—come on," Shannon suddenly grabbed both guys' hands and led them toward her loft bed. What the hell? She'd made it sound more like a kids' party, making Davy's head whirl with bemusement. But he didn't know she'd only worded it that way to avoid acute embarrassment. The guys followed along, one on each side of her. She came to an abrupt halt in front of the loft.

"What?"

Red rose petals covered the bedspread, pillows and the floor beneath the bed—they were even on the steps. She looked at Peter, and he smiled at her silent inquiry. Davy's hands slipped around her waist from behind, and Peter hugged her from the front. Perfect.

"Surprise," said Peter. Two hard, hot male bodies—there for the taking. Rose petals too! Most girls should be this lucky.

Actually, Davy hadn't known about the rose petals, and he had no idea when Peter had put them there, but he had to admit it was a brilliant idea. Peter could really be quite clever when something carried a lot of importance to him.

Shannon's cheeks were every bit as red as the rose petals.

"How sweet, but… why?"

"No questions," said Peter firmly. "Just climb up there."

She obeyed, removing her shoes first, and when she reached the top, Peter and Davy followed after they'd shed their own shoes. Shannon lay in the middle, Davy and Peter on each side of her. No reason to remain diffident, thought Shannon. So she threw away the timid act, even though it wasn't all an act, and rolled over on top of Davy. Not all the way, just the top half of her body. This was a rare treat that might not come her way again. It was as if she was not in her own body. This little game had gone on long enough, and she shocked herself at how brash she was being. He was excited—it showed in his eyes, his breathing, even though he didn't come on strong. In fact, he just laid there passively. Her lips played along on his jaw, working over to his lips, adding a bit of carnal sucking at them before he put a stop to the teasing. He kissed her the way he had earlier, no holds barred. He ravished her mouth as if Peter weren't even there.

Peter lounged beside them, watching without shame. This went on for some time, heavy breathing and heavier kissing. Then, just as quickly, she flipped over again and kissed Peter with the same intensity. She had somehow morphed into a temptress. She could hardly believe it was herself acting in this way. She'd carried around the memory of Davy kissing her, then all the flirtation in the last couple of weeks; the subtle touching, the euphemisms had finally ripped away her reserve. Davy had teased her at the club, waggling his eyebrows at her, winking suggestively, sometimes creating word play on the microphone when he addressed the patrons between songs-using evocative metaphors. No one knew who his teasing remarks were directed to. No one but Shannon and Peter… The playful sexual tension had made a wild woman out of her. And she could see it had the same effect on Davy, although he still held something back.

A feral Davy. What a thought. With that innocent face? Yes… yes…yes. His face was deceiving, but he was still a young hormonal male. He had only been able to withstand so much teasing because he didn't know what role he was to play in this. But now he'd reached the end of his patience, and more. She'd discreetly brushed her breast against him at the club when they went on break, had breathed on the back of his neck while pretending to lean over the table to fetch something. Her breath had been a just a warm whisper, but he'd felt it, known she'd done it purposely. Had smiled at him in a redolent way. The tormenting was going to stop. The ability to delay any longer was disappearing, and if Peter were to react negatively, Davy was afraid it might come to blows. Davy would have to defend himself. Almost any guy would naturally object to another man making moves on his girl. Understandable.

The simple fact was, Peter had pushed her on him, as much as he'd pushed himself on Davy, and eventually Davy had pushed himself on both of them. So if there was to be trouble, it wouldn't be any one person's fault. Davy hoped Peter realized this.

All this rushed through Davy's head as Shannon kissed Peter. Normally, he wouldn't have this tendency to go after a friend's girl, but the two of them had nearly driven Davy over the edge. The wild need within him was breaking free of its bindings. And not just for Shannon…for Peter too. This could land the three of them into something that would always be there—would never go away. It could end up being wonderful, or just as easily, a nightmare. He heard the warning sirens screaming in his head. His friendship with Peter was much too important…

They must have fallen asleep. Mike looked at the back of Gretchen's head, nestled against his chest. She stirred, a wayward curl shifting near his nose so that he almost breathed it in when he inhaled.

"You awake?" he whispered.

"Yeah."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was fantasizing."

"Oh?" Mike's interest piqued.

"About…"

Mike held his breath. He hoped the fantasy had to do with him. How he hoped…

"About making love again," she purred, snuggling closer against his side.

"Gretchen…" he felt choked up as his hands ran over her soft body that he found so perfect. His cock rallied almost at once. He was no longer bashful about it. She had to see it, as the way her head was positioned on his chest, it was in her direct line of sight.

"Oh…look!" She sounded overjoyed. "He's at attention!"

"Well, do you blame him?" Mike couldn't help it, he chuckled. She was making a softie out of him, for sure, but not his dick!

Peter, the natural boy. Peter, the one who went with the groove, flowed with what he felt, relied on his intuition. You could count on Peter to see into your soul, to know what you wished for. He began to undress as soon as Shannon stopped kissing him. He made this experience a lot easier on Shannon and Davy. He was a dream come true. Thank God for Peter.

Davy was held captive, although nothing was restraining him. His body was heavy as lead as Peter stripped off his clothes, Davy's eyes taking it all in. When Peter took off his shirt, Davy almost made a squeaking noise, but he quelled it. Even though Davy had seen it a hundred times on the beach, and often around the Pad, Peter's chest always made it difficult to get a breath into his lungs. When the pants came off, Davy thought he'd never breathe again. Peter's cock was hard as steel, long, thick and heavy, pointing straight up, bursting out of his pants like a monster when set free. Davy had seen Peter naked before, but never with a hard-on. It was simply glorious. There were no other words.

"David," Peter's voice made Davy jump, his attention had been so narrowed on Peter's body.

"David, can I undress you? Or would you prefer Shannon do it?"

Shannon almost protested out loud, but somehow suppressed it. She just couldn't bring herself to undress Davy! She wouldn't, however, mind watching Peter do it.

Davy laid back, the depth of his dark eyes locked on Peter's, and Peter knew the answer. Never before had Davy had so many butterflies in his stomach. Peter was going to undress him. And if that weren't bad enough, Shannon was going to watch! He sure wished he was drunk or high right now. Instead, he was stone cold sober, and getting ready to let another man undress him. Never in his life…

Michael sucked Gretchen's nipples until they were hard peaks again. She was all soft, eager, willing woman, something he thought he might never experience again. Just any woman wouldn't do, even though he hadn't been with one in ages. Michael was discriminating, and Gretchen passed all muster. His erection brushed against her belly, and she rubbed her body lightly over it. Not much pressure, but enough to make Michael crave more.

Michael made sure she was fully ready. He sucked one nipple as he rolled the other between his fingers, kissed her deeply, thoroughly, his tongue exploring; urging, coaxing a response from her. He was meticulous in his seduction. His fingers dipped into her as they lay on their sides. She was wet with her own lubrication. He raised her uppermost leg, then eased his cock into her. It felt strangely soothing yet stimulating this way. Michael was more confident now, pushing himself in with more self-assurance. He felt her sucking at him from within, tightening against his shaft and knew she was enjoying it.

His hands held her butt, thrusting with his hips as he tugged her pelvis into him in a delicious rhythm. She cried out, not to throw hints about it being alright to be vocal, but because it just came out of her as a result of the sensations, her gratification. She literally could not hold the cries back.

Mike grunted quietly, trying out his voice in a sexual situation—something he'd never done before. The most he'd uttered in the past was an occasional deep sigh. But Gretchen made him want to be vocal. He almost felt as if he wanted to be vulnerable too, and that, for Michael, was completely foreign.

Mike hoped with all his being that Gretchen wouldn't hurt him. If she did, he really would swear off women forever. There was an abyss of hurt gaping in front of him right now, like a deep fissure caused by an earthquake. He was afraid he might fall in if he allowed himself to feel too much. He might venture too close to the edge…he might well drop all the way to the bottom, and never be able to find a way to climb back out again. He'd shrivel up and die down there.

They fell asleep again after the second time, Michael not even thinking about going home, even though he had the Monkeemobile, and if anyone wanted to go anywhere, they'd have to hoof it.

Peter climbed over Shannon to get to Davy in order to undress him. Shannon felt a shock of embarrassment as Davy watched a naked Peter scrambling over her. She'd have to do something about this crippling bashfulness; there was no way around it, as she was in bed with two men, one naked, and one soon to be.

Davy's shirt was being unbuttoned by Peter, in between shared kisses. Shannon couldn't wait to see what would happen once Davy was naked.

"Come over here Shannon, help me," said Peter. She was only two feet away, so the statement sounded a little humorous. She scooted over, closing the gap. When Davy's shirt was completely unbuttoned, she slipped her hand under to feel his chest. Much different than Peter's. No hair. She already knew this, as she'd seen them all on the beach, but still…dissimilarities made each man a different treasure to explore.

Shaking with need, she found Davy's nipple and rubbed it with trembling fingers. She drew back the side of his shirt and dipped her head to tongue it. Davy made satisfied sounds. Not like Peter's rich, husky fulfilled sounds, but more of a hum. When Peter tongued the opposite nipple, Davy gulped a lungful of air, then sighed loud and long. The two tongues sent tingles dancing along his nerves like millions of tiny electrical shocks.

Peter began to work at Davy's jeans. The zipper caused Davy some consternation. He tucked his pelvis down, into the bed, away from Peter's hands. "Careful there, mate. I'm not wearing knickers."

Peter laughed out loud. "So have you finally discovered the freedom of no underwear?"

"Yeah, but the zipper part scares me," Davy said this as he carefully unzipped himself. Fine. However it got done didn't matter. Peter was intent on getting Davy naked, in whatever fashion.

Davy braced himself for the stares he knew were coming, and slipped his pants off, his cock springing free, just as hard as Peter's, and although it was down a few notches on the size scale, it was perfect, just like the rest of Davy.

Well… now we have two naked guys and me—fully dressed, mused Shannon. She really didn't know how she'd manage to undress in front of both of them. So she simply got under the sheet and removed her dress. It wasn't as if she had a lot of clothing to take off. She hadn't had any underwear on tonight. The dress, and that was it. The blankets were pushed to the foot of the bed, as the warm weather was persisting. It was a gentle warmth, the smell of the ocean flowing through her sliding glass door, the gentle tinkle of the wind chimes serenading the trio. This was better than the best erotic dream she'd ever had.

Davy was mad to see her naked, yet here she was, hiding under the sheet. Bummer… he waited for Peter to remedy the situation, but Peter was looking at him, expecting him to make the next move. Not knowing what else to do, Davy got under the sheet, so Peter did the same. Shannon turned to Davy; he took her into his arms. She loved the feel of his sinewy, athletic body. She kissed his neck, working her way down to his chest, and then, slowly, to his belly.

As she kissed his belly, Davy came unglued. Having her kiss him anywhere was indescribable, but to be kissing his belly…. So low down…if she went much lower…. His abdominal muscles tensed, he made whimpering sounds that were not quite a moan and not quite a giggle. It tickled, but the stimulation outweighed it. In fact, the stimulation was almost too much. Her fluttery feather kisses, her breasts making light contact with his upper thighs, her nipples teasing him where his leg connected to his pelvis, her hair flowing down over his side- all of these sensations together were undoing him. It was soft, it was sweet, it was tender.

Her head was under the sheet, and Peter couldn't see what was happening. He saw that Davy's body was jerking and twitching, and Peter's eyes stayed glued to the spectacle on the bed beside him. Davy was dimly aware of Peter's gaze, and so he casually lowered the sheet down to his thighs so Peter could see what was happening. This was honestly the most exciting thing that had ever happened to Davy, and he'd thought he'd seen just about everything, felt just about everything. But here, with Shannon's lips on his skin, teasing his belly with kisses, and Peter watching every move she made—all his other experiences paled to this one. Peter would be seeing it all. Davy could feel and enjoy, and be an exhibitionist at the same time. His mind strayed, wondering if he could also be a voyeur later on. So many sexual thoughts accosted his brain at once.

Then, it happened. A tongue…on the tip of his cock.

"Oh God!" he cried, and then he came. Never in his life had he done this at the mere touch of a tongue on his cock. He was in shock as he felt the pulsating rhythm of his climax squirt all over the sheet. The power of his orgasm was unreal. Over and over… it seemed that he spurted at least ten times before it finally stopped.

Peter had made the mistake of touching himself while watching. As soon as he saw Shannon's tongue make contact on Davy's cock, Peter had also lost control. He'd also gushed all over the sheet. Peter moaned loudly, writhing with the potency of it.

Shannon slowly backed away, her eyes wide with wonder. She looked over at Peter, only to see the same scene—semen all over Peter's belly and the sheet. Both Davy and Peter had very sheepish looks on their faces. When the guys finally realized that it had happened mutually, they were both wracked with spasms of laughter. There wasn't much else to say or do in a situation such as this. Shannon, a little numb over all this, didn't say anything for the duration of the laughter, then she, too, broke down into helpless giggles, no longer able to hold back.

Even though they'd tried to make light of it, Davy was humiliated, and Peter was embarrassed as hell. And the only thing that saved the shred of dignity that was left in them was the fact that it had happened to them both. Naked, the three of them stripped the sheet off and put another one on and got back into bed. What a thing to have happen! They had been on their way to a mind boggling threesome and… it was just too comical not to laugh at.

"Nothin' like that's ever happened to me before," Davy said, still shaking his head in disbelief, a stone's throw away from mortified.

"Same here," said Peter. "Well, Shannon. I guess it's pretty obvious how we feel about you," and he tossed her a dimpled smile that almost made Davy and Shannon forget about the incident.

"I'll have to recover for a few minutes," said Davy, glancing sideways at Peter's still hard cock.

"He's oversexed," explained Shannon of Peter's erection. "He can go anytime, anywhere. Even if he's just finished."

"Well, not only did I make an ass outa myself, but now this…" Davy was shell shocked. Peter showing him up in the sex department? He never thought it would be possible that any of his roommates could compete with him. He was the intrepid Romeo of the Pad. Spirited, gallant, daring, he had girls with big doe eyes trailing him on a regular basis. But Peter was more potent than he was! This evening had gone all to hell, and fast. The more he thought about it, the more exasperated and incensed with himself he became.

Davy sifted through all the fragments of the varied thoughts in his mind as he lay on his back, hands behind his head. He was tired… so very tired of being such a Casanova. The others might envy him, but it really wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He envied the loving relationship Peter and Shannon had more all the time. He was ready to stop flitting around aimlessly, and find peace and stability with one girl, a girl he loved with all his heart. One he could be faithful to. He'd worn out the desire for the endless merry-go-round of girls. He'd lost his direction in life, and all because he'd let his cock do the guiding. He needed to start thinking about love, and how much he needed it in his life. He felt empty.

Then why was he doing this? Just another thrill… he was contradicting himself, and he'd never been so disappointed in himself. This would only hobble him in his efforts toward finding the right girl to settle down with.

"I've gotta go," he raised himself to a sitting position. "I'll explain it to you later, Pete. At the Pad, tomorrow or whatever." It was all he could say right now. There was too much to say—he needed a long talk with Peter, and he wanted to do it when they were alone.

Both Shannon and Peter had the same thought. He's running again, but neither one voiced it. They silently watched Davy get dressed.

"Shannon, I'm sorry," said Davy at the door. "After I talk to Peter, he can tell you what was said. We won't keep any secrets from you. I just can't…talk about it right now." The three of them stood there like statues. Peter and Shannon had also gotten dressed and gone into the kitchen to see Davy out the door.

"I'll be home tomorrow, and we can talk then, okay?" asked Peter. Davy nodded, and slipped out into the night.

Micky had a girl on the couch. At least they were dressed, thought Davy wryly.

"Where've you been?" asked Micky. "Mike's got the Monkeemobile over at Gretchen's. I saw you and Peter walking toward Shannon's place."

Uh-oh. Davy was damn glad he hadn't stayed at Shannon's overnight, and come home in the morning, because Micky would have surely caught on.

"Just hung out a while. After all, like you said, Mike's got the Monkeemobile, and I couldn't go anywhere else." Good going, Jones! He thought to himself. That was some fast thinking. He'd have to be more cautious in the future. But wait…He wouldn't be following through with Peter and Shannon anyway, because he'd promised himself he was going to get him a nice girl and stop running around. Having a threesome wasn't exactly what he would call settling down. It smacked too much of his old lifestyle.

"How'd she get here?" Davy indicated the girl beside Micky. Then, remembering his manners, he smiled politely at her.

"She drove over. Davy, this is Clara. Clara, Davy."

"Nice to meet you. If you don't mind, I'm going up to my room," and Davy escaped to blessed silence, where he could be in peace to ponder this dreadful mess he'd found himself in. Trouble was, he realized after half an hour of thinking in the dark…he felt something possibly permanent in both Shannon and Peter. But, of course, they were a couple, so he couldn't have either one. For someone who was used to getting almost anyone he wanted, this discovery was especially bleak. How in hell was he going to explain all his thoughts to Peter tomorrow? And expect him to understand it all? Well, one thing was for certain. If he were to confide in anyone, Peter was the best candidate, because Peter had empathy. And that was just what Davy needed plenty of right now.

Peter and Shannon discussed Davy briefly after he left.

"He seemed really…torn, when he left," remarked Shannon.

"Well, you have to understand that his… scruples haven't been the best… in the past. I've noticed a change in his pattern of behavior lately. He's not going out as much, or bringing girls home as much either. I think he might feel that we're a threat in some way. If he's trying to mend his ways, he might think being with us could be a barrier."

"You mean, he thinks being with us could encourage him to continue his wild behavior?"

"Exactly. When I talk to him tomorrow, we'll go over everything. David has opened up to me almost since the beginning. He trusts me. But before I talk to him, I need to ask you something…" Peter looked uncomfortable. Not losing Shannon was more important to Peter than anything-way, way more important than having a threesome.

"Yes?"

"Would this be just a one-time thing?" Peter treaded carefully—this territory was pretty much uncharted. Especially this specific question.

"A threesome? Well, it would depend on how each one of us felt about it, of course. But you are the priority for me, your feelings take precedence over anything else. I love you, and if it would compromise our relationship in any way, I wouldn't want to go ahead with it at all—not even one time. The only reason I continued tonight was because your facial expressions told me everything was cool with you."

Peter looked relieved. He sighed. "I love you too, and you quoted my thoughts word for word. Shannon, how, exactly, do you feel about Davy?"

"Well…" Shannon was going to give this her best shot, and hoped she could make Peter understand her thought process about Davy, which was no simple task. It was as complicated as Davy himself.

"Of course he's attractive, we all know that. But there is also something more—deeper, something I think only you and I know about. I can't describe it in words, but I think I have a crush on him in the same way you do."

Peter was fully alert. "How do you know what my crush is like?"

"Oh, I'm just guessing, of course, but, maybe it's the little things he does, his expressiveness, his charm, his whole demeanor. I feel strongly attracted… and the two of you together creates a kind of magic for me," she was trying hard to express her feelings accurately.

She went on. "He's strong, he's his own man, and he's also sensual. I'm not in love with him though, like I am with you." This was what Peter had prayed to hear. She was attracted, just as he was, yet she made it sound like Peter wasn't in any peril, or in danger of losing her.

"I've seen girls be so shameless around him, yet he's always polite. He can reject them without them even realizing it because he does it in such a smooth, complimentary way," she finished.

Peter nodded. "You nailed him. David can get away with murder, but then, he can pull just about anything off. His looks and charm help a helluva lot, but you're right about his conduct. It's the icing on the cake. Yet, when the occasion calls for it, he is one hell of a warrior. What I mean is, he's no chicken, he's no quitter. I can depend on him if I find myself in a precarious position. The word, I think, is plucky. Plucky and very, very loyal. I have a lot of admiration for him."

Peter could talk about Davy all night—Shannon could see that clearly. He was one of Peter's favorite subjects.

Shannon nodded with approval. "Then I can assume we both we feel it for him?" she asked.

"Yes, I think that's a safe summary." Peter let the relief overcome him. Any concerns he'd had, had been assuaged-nearly erased. "So the jury is still out on the outcome," he said this quietly, trying to read Shannon's face.

"Yes. I think so. If things work out as I think we both are hoping, maybe it will be more than one time?"

Peter smiled and hugged her. "Yeah, sounds like a plan. Now let's make love. I'm dyin' here." Shannon laughed softly.

It was hot, needy, sweaty, the first time. On the wild side. The second time was slow, sweet and full of love. They clung to each other through the night, caressing whenever one or the other woke or stirred.

Shannon wished Peter luck as he left in the morning. How could he look so perfect in the morning, she wondered. She had to put on make-up and fix her hair before she felt halfway presentable. Peter only had to splash his face with water, comb his hair, and flash his dimple to be adorable, five minutes after waking. She envied him that.

Morning—it came too damn early for Mike. He was tired. He'd come home late from Gretchen's. He wanted to practice for just a little while today, as he had some chores planned. He was going to get on the phone and try to talk Mr. Babbitt into painting the Pad and fixing some broken tiles in the bathroom. There was much more, but he felt it best to only lay one or two things on Mr. Babbitt at a time. Otherwise, the landlord became overwhelmed and flustered.

So, after an hour and a half, Mike called an end to practice, and Peter and Davy found themselves on the beach, watching the waves, enjoying the last of summer, before fall rudely pushed its way in, welcome or not.

"Indian summer for sure," said Peter. "It's almost hot today."

Peter would describe Davy as agitated if he'd had to explain it in one word. Davy was always straightforward with him though, so he knew he'd get the story eventually. Or at least as much as Davy was capable of mustering in his current state.

"Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" Peter asked gently after they'd settled themselves on the beach towel.

Davy wrinkled his brow. "I'm not sure myself… what has me so frustrated," was his answer. Davy dug his fingers into the warm sand as if he'd find the answer there. It took him a while to murmur his next words. "I'm burned out Pete…burned out on women who don't mean anything to me." Davy took a deep breath of the invigorating sea air, glad to have the privilege of living here on the beach.

"I know," said Peter, his voice husky and low and somehow…reassuring.

Davy looked puzzled. "How did you know that? I didn't tell you."

"Your actions. You're hanging around at home a lot more than you ever have before. You aren't bringing girls home as much, and you aren't calling them much anymore either. The revolving door has stopped. Why, David?"

"It's that obvious, is it? Man, I'm weary, I guess. But…I'm lonely, even though I'm limiting myself by choice. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes. There's more to life than chasing girls," said Peter. "You want something worthwhile in your life, don't you? Or should I say someone worthwhile?"

Davy shook his head. "Pete, you amaze me. You can pull thoughts right out of my head and articulate them."

"I know you, David. We have the same bedroom. We're practically joined together at least eighteen hours a day. Practice, gigs, meals, bed time. I see it all, I take it all in. About the only thing we don't do together is when you're out with a girl."

Davy pondered this. "Yeah, we know each others' every habit… we look at each other in public when something is said that reminds us of something zany we've done, and laugh on the inside when that happens…we have our own code, we even have the same warped sense of humor. I should have realized you'd know I was shifting gears mentally." Davy looked despondent, but Peter knew he was only reflecting. "I wanna reshape my lifestyle."

"So what do you propose to do?"

"To stop… just stop. But… there's a complication, you see…" Davy looked pained now. "I want to leave all that behind me, but… I also… am digging spending time with you and Shannon."

There… that was what Peter had been wondering about—waiting to see if Davy would bring it up.

A few moments of silence followed, then Peter spoke up.

"So… David. I'll be frank and direct with you. Shannon and I feel something special… when you're with us. Do you feel it too?" Peter hazarded this statement because he was fairly certain it wasn't all about sex. It was just that Davy might not be ready to face it head-on.

"That's the problem, Pete! I do… feel something, but I don't know what it is. If it's just horniness, then I'm done with it. I want more than that. And you two are a couple…you know?"

It had finally been uttered. Davy wanted more.

And Peter knew he had to find some way to let Davy know how extraordinary he was to himself and Shannon. That they were open to more…

"Yes, we're a couple… but… David…" and then they began staring at each other again. Davy picked up on what Peter was not able to say. Peter knew it. He just knew it. It was all in Davy's eyes.

They stared at each other for a long time. It was more sensual, more loving, than any physical touch could be.

His dark eyes flashing, Davy made a noise in his throat that was nearly inaudible, and as Peter watched, Davy's resistance seemed to crumble away, and when Davy reached out with his hand, Peter took it into his own.