Man, it was hard to believe how Peter could disarm him with only a touch or a comment. The power Peter had over him was almost disturbing. This kind of thing could get totally out of hand-wanting and needing someone this much. Right now, he was nuzzling his face into Davy's cheek, letting Davy revel in the roughness of his beard. Davy preferred he not shave at night, as he loved the feel of Peter's stubble on his skin. Peter was only too happy to oblige.

Peter rolled over onto his back again, and Davy wasted no time in going for his neck. He loved the way Peter let his head fall back on the pillow with such abandon, completely exposing his neck to Davy. In the animal kingdom, this meant total submission and/or trust. And knowing Peter trusted him that completely was an extreme aphrodisiac. So he gave sucking kisses to Peter's entire soft, vulnerable neck, a low growl/moan coming from his throat as he did so, feeling like an alpha male, but in a very loving way.

And Peter loved giving it up for Davy. Leaning more toward the passive type, Peter loved letting Davy have full reign, so they complimented each other very well.

All Davy's control had now gone out the window. Peter's pants were still not off, although his belt was unfastened. Davy wore nothing but his socks and lovebeads. And wouldn't you know it, right when Davy was getting ready to undress Peter the rest of the way, Peter backed away again. Playfully, yes. But Peter's treatment of him was now bordering on cruel. Davy was at the end of his patience. This was no longer a game for him, but a seemingly futile pursuit. Davy felt he hadn't made any progress. Peter wasn't following through, but instead just kept dangling the carrot in front of Davy's nose, then pulling even farther away from him, just out of reach.

Davy decided he'd reached his limit. He climbed off his own bed, where they had settled when coming into the room, and got into Peter's bed, flopping down rather dramatically with a loud sigh, turning his back to Peter. Enough is enough.

A couple of minutes of silence elapsed. Davy felt as if he were the only one in the room. It was that quiet. "Daaaaaavvvvvvvy, Daaaaavvvvvvy baaaaaabbby," Peter's voice floated sweetly across the few feet that separated them. Peter knew full well how those words could turn a raging bull into an innocuous kitten, where Davy was concerned. NOW, now Peter was manipulating him. Grumbling to himself, Davy got under the sheets and pulled the covers over his head, plugging his ears with his fingers, determined to snuff out Peter's voice.

It got noticeably darker a minute later, and Davy knew Peter had turned the lamp off. So he waited, wondering if Peter would come after him, or stay where he was. It seemed Peter must be as annoyed as he was, because, this time, at least 5 minutes of dead silence went by, and Davy, really irritated now, assumed Peter was pouting, and would eventually fall asleep. He guessed he'd have to take his frustration "into his own hands," much as he hated to not be able to share with Peter.

He knew how persistent Peter could be in some situations. And he refused to go on playing this game any longer. Yes, it was always even sweeter than he imagined possible when Peter finally gave in, but going to these extremes simply wasn't necessary. Peter was going overboard, no one would argue with that. Especially after all Davy had endured today for Peter's sake.

Suddenly the corner of the covers lifted, and Davy jumped in alarm as Peter's head appeared.

"Love is understanding. Its in everything we do." There was Peter's face, only inches from Davy's, smiling at his own cleverness. Did Peter have any idea what that smile did to Davy?

"No more lyrics game!"

"But I'm not playing the lyrics game. I'm just stating what's true," Peter sounded petulant.

"But you just happened to quote "For Pete's Sake" lyrics? What a coincidence!" Davy's laugh was not heartfelt. In fact, it was rather bitter sounding.

"I thought you'd get a kick out of it."

Silence.

"Got no time, baby. Got lotsa better things to do."

Peter didn't know whether to take that as a positive sign that Davy was warming up to quoting lyrics, or that Davy was sending him a very thinly veiled message. Peter suspected it was the latter.

Well, Peter wasn't sure how to proceed from here. This had to be handled delicately. Davy didn't blow his cork easily, but when he did, you'd better be braced. The only thing he could think of to amend things was to quote more romantic lyrics, which would accomplish one of two things. One was good and one bad. The good would be that maybe he could get Davy to giggle, and then the "lovin" door would be easier to open again, or, the bad would be that Davy would decide to let Peter have it, and that didn't mean let him have it romantically, but rather, a tongue lashing. He didn't want to take the risk, but he knew that if he didn't do something, silence would be his only companion. Davy could be the definition of stubborn at times like these. But then, Peter had to admit he'd asked for it.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Peter forged ahead. "Hey, look what you have done. Showing me the sun. And now, its shining through...its nice to be with you."

Still kneeling beside the bed, his head still poked under the covers so Davy could just make out the outline of his face, Peter smiled and showed off his dimple for all he was worth, hoping Davy could see it. It was shaded a bit, but Davy saw it alright. Shivers went through him. God, how he needed Peter!

"That wasn't necessary, but it was a nice touch. Are you ready for some lovin'? Cause I'm not doing any more chasing, mate."

Peter's answer was to jump into bed with Davy and throw his arms around him.

"Now that's more like it!" Davy welcomed him eagerly, noting almost right away that Peter had taken his pants off. Ahhhh... it had all been worth it in the end.

"You're taking me feel a bit adrift," Davy said softly.

"That's different. Never heard you use that expression before."

"Its kinda what just came out of my mouth, babe." He felt Peter's very warm and very impressive erection brush against his thigh as Peter shifted on the mattress. Peter seemed to have an erection more often than not when he was in Davy's vicinity. Nothing else made Davy feel so special. Actually, the same was true for him, being near Peter. If Peter got within 5 feet, Davy started to feel that familiar tingle. And if he got any closer, it grew into a full erection. No female had ever had quite such an effect on him.

Right now, Davy was fully ready for action. In every way. Just kissing and cuddling with Peter would be wonderfully erotic and satisfying. And it would have been fine with him if that's all Peter was in the mood for. He wasn't into this just for sex-he truly loved Peter, and the closeness was what he craved the most. The touching, the intimacy. The sex was just the icing on the cake. The most delicious icing in the world, true, but the sex without the tenderness and caring they shared would not have been anywhere near the same.

Intense devotion best described the look in Peter's eyes as he studied Davy's face in the soft glow from the nightlight. Davy couldn't look away. Peter held him spellbound. It was funny how Peter had gone to the trouble of buying various nightlights (fourteen, to be exact) until he found the one that emitted the amount of light he considered to be just perfect for the two of them. They could still see each other's faces, but not in intricate detail, and Davy had to admit it was without flaw. Almost like a low burning fire in a dark room without the flickering was the way Peter put it. Davy agreed it really set the mood. Good thing, because it was a rare night he and Peter weren't in the mood.

Okay, hang on here. Peter was starting to intoxicate him. He just kept staring into Davy's eyes, all seriousness. Then, stalking like a cat ready to pounce, he hovered over Davy, suspended there for a moment, then bent down so gradually as to knot Davy's insides with want before he tenderly licked Davy's lips. The first touch was almost like an electric shock, so long had it been in coming. Davy opened his mouth just as naturally as if Peter were a drink of water.

Raw passion was something that was innate with Peter. Lust and passion were as natural to him as breathing. His masculinity was overpowering, even though Peter seemed oblivious to it. You could actually feel it in the air as if it were alive. He had a presence that could knock the air right out of you if you weren't prepared. It crept up on you, but once you tasted it, you never forgot it. Yet he was also very emotional and sensitive. And quiet. With a little more confidence, he'd be dynamite. But then, the girls would be all over him, and Davy was too possessive of him to even want to go there with his thoughts. Perfect, thought Davy. Peter was everything he wanted in a partner, lover and friend.

"You're finally gonna give in, huh?" Davy whispered with a smile in his voice. "You gave me a run for my money today. God, please lick my lips again like you just did."

Peter did-in fact, he licked until he was inside Davy's mouth, eagerly tasting, devouring. This kiss was the most intense of the day. When Peter kissed you passionately, you knew you'd been kissed. It was untamed, and Davy grabbed the back of Peter's head as he eagerly sucked Peter's tongue into his mouth. Peter had always loved that. He groaned loudly. It reminded him of all the delicious things they could do to each other. It was so intimate. After Davy had done that for a while, he got more aggressive and plunged his tongue deep into Peter's mouth in time with his thrusting against Peter's thigh.

Davy thought Peter was going to come unhinged. He moaned and whimpered, sucking at Davy's tongue now. Christ, it was so hot and so good. Davy felt Peter's hands-actually the backs of his fingers, tickling up and down the insides of his thighs. Davy spread his legs and grunted as Peter ran his tongue down Davy's neck, chest and belly, and finally... to his cock.

It occurred to Davy in the seconds before Peter's tongue reached his cock that he might be sending a subconscious message to Peter by plunging his tongue in and out of his mouth as he had. He'd thought it was from the frustration of waiting so long, and wanting Peter to know the depth of his passion. But now he wasn't so sure. Maybe he was mimicking the in and out motion of sex? He wondered what Peter's thoughts were on this. He remembered Peter's earlier remark on fucking, and made a mental note to bring it up soon. But right now, he got lost in the mind numbing suction of Peter's sweet mouth.

Peter was greedy about it-as if he hadn't tasted Davy in weeks. The long day at Disneyland had apparently really whetted his appetite. He twirled his tongue around the tip, then sucked at it gently, his other hand between Davy's legs, carressing his balls.

Peter reached up and gently pinched and rubbed Davy's nipples next. The dual sensations fueled Davy to greater heights. Peter's mouth was so wet...the sucking noises were in part what made him rapidly climb to the summit, and pushed him over the precipice into orgasm. That was one of the things he loved most about Peter-how uninhibited he was. Peter never tried to suppress the natural sounds of their lovemaking. In fact, he clearly enjoyed it.

As Davy's spine arched, the explosion bottled within him erupted, and his hands tangled in Peter's hair. "Peter! I love the way you suck me...oh my god, you're so good." Peter's hands cupped Davy's buttocks, encouraging Davy's wild thrusts.

Davy didn't even try to hold back, and his cries of completion were anything but subdued. Peter coaxed the last drops of Davy's emision from his cock, still mouthing gently in a typical Peter manner. Davy was tender now, so Peter gave him a few last loving licks and kisses before crawling up to lay on Davy's chest, a very sultry look on his face.

Davy's labored breathing slowly returned to normal, and as if awakening from a very intense dream, he was aware of Peter's very erect member throbbing against his thigh... and his mouth watered.