Peter was up early making Davy breakfast. This was their last day together before Mike and Micky returned and he wanted it to be special. Peter had pulled out all the stops and made his famous Omelets ala Peter. When the table was set to perfection, he crept back into the bedroom to wake up Davy. Peter slid in bed behind Davy and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and pulled him tight. He began kissing Davys' back and shoulders.

"Mhmmm," Davy stirred, "I could get used to this."

"You need to get up sleepy head I made breakfast."

"Why does that worry me?" Davy teased.

"It's just my Omelets ala Peter."

"I feel like I'm going to walk out there and it will be eggs with jelly beans in it."

"It doesn't have jelly beans in it!...It's taffy."

"Sounds…appetizing," Davy said reluctantly beginning to get up.

Davy stood up and revealed all his glory. He had slept in the nude last night and Peter couldn't take his eyes off the specimen in front of him. This was the first time Peter was seeing Davy sans underwear and it was quite a sight to take in. Peter's eyes were glued to his backside and girth. Peter knew that he wanted a physical relationship with Davy but the way things had been going so far, he didn't want to rush it and was content with the process. Now though he felt that all too familiar tingle in his loins and was embarrassed to stand up.

Davy had noticed Peter staring at him while he put on some pajama bottoms. "Enjoying the scenery," he said motioning up and down to his physique. "I can see our plans for later may involve camping."

Peter looked down and cringed.

"Don't worry, Mate, it's only natural. You've had a naked Davy Jones in your bed," he said slapping Peter on the back. "C'mon let's have this breakfast, candy concoction."

Peter gave himself a few moments to breath and then followed Davy out into the common area. He knew that the image of naked Davy would be burned into his memory forever.

"That was…interesting," Davy offered weakly.

They had just finished breakfast and Peter was dying to know what Davy thought of his signature breakfast dish. He didn't make that for just anyone.

"You didn't like it."

"No, it's not that. It may have just been too sweet for me this early in the morning. Plus I myself am more partial to fruit flavored taffy than peppermint."

Davy leaned forward to grab Peter's hand and winced in pain. He put his hand on his back and began breathing irregularly.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked in concern.

"Well, I guess our little wrestling match last night did a number on my back. It must have been when someone brutishly knocked me on the floor," Davy tried to tease through the pain.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Just the lower back. I hate to be out of commission for the day," Davy pouted.

Peter thought for a moment. "Don't worry; I'll take care of you."

"You're not going to pretend to be a chiropractor are you?"

"No, of course not. Don't be silly…a masseuse."

"You know what that actually sounds good to me."

"Go get ready on the bed and I'll be right in. No clothing."

Davy looked at Peter slyly, "No clothes, huh? Didn't get your fill earlier."

Peter raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm just playing the part of a masseuse and they don't have their clients wear clothes."

"Can't argue with that logic," Davy answered struggling to stand up and walk back into the bedroom.

Peter cleaned up the breakfast dishes and then went to prepare himself for this endeavor. He went into the bathroom and grabbed baby oil. He gave himself a little pep talk before heading out. There was no way he was going to mess this up no matter how nervous he felt.

Peter entered the room and saw Davy on the bed with the sheet only covering his bottom. Peter breathed in and out. "Okay Mr. Jones, just relax I'm a professional."

Davy chuckled at the seriousness Peter was putting into this. Peter lathered his hands with the oil and began working his hands around the kinks in Davy's back. Peter had no idea what he was doing but he just went with the flow and massaged his hands around Davy's back. He noticed Davy's body relax and heard soft British moaning.

"Peter, this is delightful. Where did you learn to do this?"

"I didn't this is my first time."

"Well, you could have fooled me. I feel better already."

"Would you like me to continue on others areas then, sir?"

"Mmmm, yes please. Just don't touch my feet. I don't want a repeat of last night. My back can't take jerky movements right now."

Peter moved up to Davy's neck and shoulder area. He couldn't help but place a kiss on Davy's cheek while he was up there. He as he moved back down the back area, he paused noticing something.

"What's the matter?"

"So, you said no feet…does that mean…I am doing the sheet covered portion?"

Davy laughed. "Yes Peter, you can touch my bum."

Peter removed the sheet and began working the area. "Seems you hold a lot of tension here, Mr. Jones. I may have to spend some extra time on this portion."

"Whatever you feel needs to be done. You're the professional."

Peter massaged the area zealously. He may have worked on it too long since he was mesmerized by it. Okay, maybe Davy was good at distraction. Peter worked his way down Davy's legs stopping on each right at the ankle.

"Alright, Mr. Jones all finished. According to my calculations, you owe me $50 for my services."

"But I don't have $50," Davy protested.

"Well I guess you'll have to pay me in some other way," Peter said suggestively as he turned Davy over to be on his back.

"What did you have in mind?"

Peter wrapped his arms around Davy and went straight for a kiss. Davy turned them over during this kiss so that he was now on top of Peter. So far, it seemed as though Peter was the one initiating and taking the lead on things. Now Davy had turned the tables and was leading them through this make out session. And Peter had to admit that it felt good to be in the passenger's seat since Davy was so good at this.

Peter was enjoying himself so much that he got carried away and started grazing his fingers near Davy's hip bone and was moving further south. Davy abruptly stopped and pulled away. Peter sat up on his elbows and looked over at Davy; he was sitting back on his knees looking deep in thought.

"What's the matter? Did I go too far?"

"I guess we need to discuss comfort levels," Davy began. "It's not that I don't want to be more physical with you, it's that I don't think I'm ready yet. Remember I have only been on this side of things for a few days. It's all new to me."

Peter nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to rush things and I for sure don't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with. You let me know the pace and I will follow your lead."

Davy gave a genuine smile. "Thanks, Peter. You're too good to me."

"What do you say we head to the beach? Maybe I need a break from the nudity. But it won't be too big of a change," Peter winked.

"Sure," Davy said as both of them stood up. Davy reached up and tried to kiss Peter but was having a difficult time reaching.

"Aww, are you too short?"

Davy made a little hop and put Peter into a playful headlock. "Not too short for that, huh?"

"Okay, uncle!" Peter said as Davy released him. He then scooped the shorter man into a kiss.

Peter and Davy had spent the afternoon at the beach. It had been the perfect weather that day and Peter was enthused with the idea of ogling Davy's near naked body in public. Though they couldn't show their passion out in the open, at least they could spend time on the beach with no one catching on to their behaviors. Rubbing sunscreen on each other, playfully wrestling in the water.

The perfect weather though began to darken about two hours in. All the other beachgoers made a mad dash back to their cars to go home. It was still warm when the rain started to fall softly. They were pretty far down the beach from the pad and it would take time to get there. They needed to leave now before it started pouring harder. Peter stood up and began gathering his towel. He looked over and Davy was still seated so he reached out his hand to help him up. Davy took Peter's hand and pulled him back down in the sand.

"Don't you want to head back so we don't get stuck in this storm?"

"It doesn't look like it's going to be a thunderstorm and we're already wet. What's the rush?"

Peter nodded and wondered what Davy had in mind for this time. "There's no rush, I guess."

"I think that it looks absolutely beautiful outside when it rains. The clouds rolling in faster in different shapes and colors. The way the raindrops rejoin the water with a rippling effect. The sounds of the rain."

There he went romanticizing things again. Peter couldn't help but smile at Davy's descriptions. It was such a romantic moment. Peter took in the aesthetic of all the storm aspects that Davy had mentioned.

"You're right it is beautiful."

Davy smiled and turned towards Peter. "I want to spend this beautiful moment with the most beautiful soul I know."

They both looked around and noticed the deserted beach. Davy put his arm around Peter and Peter snuggled in close. He could smell the rain and sunscreen on Davy's body. It was intoxicating. He felt safe and secure wrapped up in Davy's arms. Peter moved his hand so that it was resting on Davy's stomach. Davy looked down and kissed the top of Peter's head.

They stayed there for what seemed like eternity watching the waves crash in. This really was the perfect storm.