Davy took a deep breath and settled in for the challenge. Heck, he liked challenges anyway. That might have been part of Peter's tremendous appeal. In many ways, Peter could be compared to the hot blooded Thoroughbred horses Davy loved to ride. They were certainly a challenge; you had to use finesse, and in addition, build their trust in you. You had to calm the wild beast. Lots of encouragement, lots of petting required.

Petting-a nice concept. Peter reminded Davy of the skittish nature of the horses. A foundation of trust made such a huge difference. And Davy was confident he already had Peter's trust. But he did require patience. Peter and the necessity for patience just seemed to go together. Petting could reinforce that trust. The whole scenario was playing out in Davy's head, and the thought of petting Peter was sounding very intriguing right now.

Why Peter was so completely receptive to him and uninhibited in the morning, the middle of the night, or anytime when they were alone together, yet became painfully shy when coming home from somewhere, or even if he and Davy had been separated for a few hours, Davy couldn't figure out. Peter could be a mystery. It was as if he had to woo him each time, but it also held a strangely exciting undercurrent to not be able to have Peter immediately available at all times. The thrill of the chase...

The whole night lay ahead, and he'd decided the cute blonde bass player beside him might benefit from a little teasing. He'd teased Davy all day, so fair play, right? Teasing and petting...the thought wove erotic thoughts in Davy's head.

"Back rub, that's what you need," the gleam in Davy's dark eyes, the same one that nearly brought girls to their knees, was more prominent even than usual. That gleam made Peter feel weak. He sensed that Davy was up to no good. Or maybe up to REAL good, depending on how you looked at it. Peter felt himself twitch below the belt...then rapidly expand.

Peter was on his stomach in a nano second, looking eagerly ahead mentally as Davy sat astraddle him. Davy's hands moved lightly at first, starting at the base of Peter's neck. "Your hair is the color of golden honey, ya know?" said Davy as he kneaded the knotted muscles.

"Um," said Peter, not sure what he was expected to say to that, and somewhat embarrassed by what he supposed was a compliment.

Working down to his shoulders and upper arms, Davy rubbed gently yet firmly, loosening those borderline tense muscles with steady determination. Determination to get Peter as relaxed as possible. Relaxed and affectionate and floppy as a puppy dog.

"Now...let's rehash what happened at Disneyland," Davy quipped on a whim.

"What do you mean?" Peter was suspicious of his tone.

"Your teasing, flirting ... flashing me that wickedly come- hither look you're so good at. And throwing the dimple in too, for good measure."

"I can't help the dimple-its just part of me!"

"You know just when to use it though. If you didn't smile at me, the dimple wouldn't have been doing its creasing and making me want to rape you in front of everyone!"

"Disneyland is a family place," a slightly indignant Peter chastised, clapping his hand over his mouth.

"Well, It would have lost its reputation real fast if you'd kept it up," Davy assured him. "My gentlemanly ways were hanging onto their last thread."

Him, making love to Peter at Disneyland, right there on the ground, as thousands of people watched on in disbelief and horror. What a sight that would have been. The headlines in the newspaper: "Public homosexal activity may be the ruin of the Magic Kingdom." Davy smiled inwardly, then giggled in spite of himself.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Just picturing it, that's all."

Davy's hands were now on Peter's bare back again, massaging his shoulder blades, then slowly working over to his spine, then teasing their way to the base of his spine, where Davy suddenly decreased the pressure and began rubbing very lightly. Peter gasped. They were both very sensitive in that area.

"Ahhh... so I see you are liking the same treatment you gave me on the ferris wheel?" Davy bent over to say this into Peter's ear, his mouth close, his voice breathless. He continued with the light rubbing, narrowing it down to a smaller area, and drawing small circles now with just his fingertips. Peter squirmed, then when Davy traced his spine up and down with just a single finger, Peter started to practically writhe under his touch.

"A little taste of your own medicine for ya. Only I couldn't do a damn thing about it on the ferris wheel, and neither will you," Davy reprimanded, as Peter tried to turn over. Davy held him down flat-the Brit was surprisingly strong for his size. "Its not fun being tortured, is it? And just to think, you did it to me for the whole day."

"David, come on. That spot you're touching is making something happen."

"I sure hope so. That's my goal."

The tingling in Peter's crotch had launched into an erection that was hard as a brick. He surmised the same thing was happening to Davy, judging from the way Davy seemed to be fighting demons that were urging him to grind against Peter's backside that he was sitting on.

Those damn pants were in the way, keeping Davy from massaging Peter's buttocks-something he wanted very much to do. So instead he massaged Peter's sides, leaning over until he was almost flat on top of Peter. He gave in to the magnetic pull of Peter's body and laid down on top of Peter's back. Nothing in the world was as nice as Peter's warm body up against his.

"This feels so damn good," he murmured softly into Peter's ear.

This sent chills prickling through Peter. Davy's warm body on his back, Davy still massaging his sides with so much tenderness. What a lover Davy was, and they hadn't even done anything yet!

"It would feel even better if we were skin to skin-no clothes in between," Davy sighed, his voice entrancing Peter.

"First, come here," Peter gestured Davy off the bed. Davy just looked at him in confusion, and Peter flipped over onto his back, his bulging crotch very evident.

"What a welcome sight that is at the end of a very, very long day," Davy said almost to himself as he openly admired the front of Peter's pants. Peter blushed, but continued to nudge Davy off the bed. Still perplexed, Davy did Peter's bidding.

Peter guided him with the pull of a hand on his wrist to the side of the bed, up near the headboard, and then leaned over and the next thing Davy knew, Peter was nibbling at the front of his pants. He jerked with the shock of it, but was soon so far gone that he couldn't fight it-had to surrender to the sensation. He was lost in the feel of Peter's mouth. So much for getting back at Peter for all the suspense he'd put him through today.

That Peter, always full of surprises, and almost impossible to resist. Davy could no more have pulled away than he could have flown to the moon. And that's where Peter was taking him, come to think of it. The slight friction of Peter's teeth on the soft material of his gray pants was making him feel like he'd go mad if Peter didn't stop this messing around soon.

The front of Davy's pants was wet from Peter's mouth, and Peter was breathing like a steam engine. This was clearly exciting him just as much as it titilated Davy.

Davy gritted his teeth, then ground out a plea, "Pete, I can't take much more of this." His voice sounded tight, constricted, unnatural.

Peter ignored him and now began to lick slowly and sensually at the same spot. Davy could feel the warmth of Peter's wet tongue right through his pants. The material was thin, and he'd secretly taken to Peter's habit of wearing no underwear. It was almost as if Peter were licking his bare skin... but not quite.

"Okay mate. I'm at your mercy. Please either let me take my pants off, or unzip me..."

Peter began his nibbling anew, and Davy couldn't hold back. He reached over and struggled with that damn sexy sideways buckle of Peter's that, of course, was more difficult to unfasten than one that had been centered, the way the rest of them wore their belts. Davy cursed under his breath as it at last came undone.

Peter immediately scooted his lower body backward, toward the other side of the bed, out of Davy's reach.

"Nope! Not gonna happen! Get your ass, and your pants, back over here before I come after you!" Davy dove head first onto the bed, intent on getting Peter's pants off one way or another. Peter started to giggle, which only served to exasperate Davy more.

"You teasing shit! I ought to bloody FUCK you!" Peter became stock still, aghast, and Davy bouldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. He fervently hoped Peter knew he hadn't meant it. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh either, and he was, after all, playing a teasing game with Peter, but he guessed his frustration had peeked through. He'd never lay a hand on Peter in anger, and he wanted to be certain Peter knew that without a doubt.

He softened immediately. "Hey, you do know I didn't mean it to sound the way it came out, don't you? I got a bit carried away with our joking around, and you being so coy with me... and wanting you so damn much."

Peter answered him silently by resting his head in the nook between Davy's neck and shoulder.

They'd given each other lots of blow jobs, sure. But to actually penetrate? And Davy had actually threatened to do it just now... he felt terrible.

Neither one of them had ever brought it up and they'd had more or less a silent understanding that they were happy with the way things were. More than satisfied-there was ample proof of that. The mind-blowing orgasms, the moans of such sweet, complete release, the kind of thing that couldn't be fabricated.

Things were a bit too quiet for a couple of minutes as both guys tried to regain their bearings. Davy finally dared to look at Peter's face when he was over the worst of his shock at his own atrocity, and was amazed to see that Peter had that classic "want lovin" look to him. Bedroom eyes, to use an old expression. But why?

"Really? You'd like to do that?" Peter sounded like a school child being offered something that was frightening, mysterious, yet still intriguing. He obviously hadn't beenfrightened by Davy's words. Those hooded eyelids told the whole story without Peter having to say one more word.

Well, he'd be damned! He never would have thought Peter would be interested in something of that nature.

"Your question... has me... puzzled. No... that's not the word. I... don't know what word I'm looking for. Let's just say I'm just shocked as hell..." was all Davy was capable of saying right now.

"I trust you more than anyone else in the world. I trust you with my life." Peter had a way of melting his heart unlike any other person he'd ever known.

"I know, and I'm sorry about not being able to answer your question. I just don't know..."

"It turned me on... when you said.. what you wanted... to do... to me." Peter flushed a bright scarlet hue and didn't meet Davy's eyes.

Davy cleared his throat uncomfortably. Peter was so innocent in a lot of ways. His trust in Davy meant a lot. But this was material Davy was just not ready to even think about, let alone consider. He'd need some time to absorb it before even discussing it with Peter.

Peter was busy unzipping Davy's pants, then lowering them. "And you yelled at me for not wearing underwear!"

Davy chuckled as he stepped out of his pants, his erection springing forward.

"Makes for a cleaner look-no "panty lines." And, as Mike says, I'm JGE."

"I forgot what that stands for."

"Just gay enough. Oddly enough, he started saying that before you and I got... involved. Uncanny, isn't it? Almost like he had a premonition."

"I don't think you look or act gay at all."

"I didn't think so either, and neither do girls, apparently. But Mike must have seen something in me for him to say that."

"Probably because you have a baby face, and spend so much time in front of the mirror," said Peter matter of factly. "You know, always combing your hair and having to look just right."

Davy delighted in Peter's simple explanations. But for the moment, he had only one thing in mind-giving Peter some lovin.'