Peter had pulled a fast one on Mike and Micky, who had planned to practice today, Sunday, their last chance to practice before the gig tonight. Saturday was usually the only day they took off, except for gigs. They could use all the gigs they could get, so rarely turned one down.

Peter had gotten up early Sunday morning, knowing Mike was an early riser, and, after ruffling his hair up, put on his best raspy, sick-sounding voice, and sported an unsually slow, lethargic gait. He crept unsteadily downstairs, making sure Mike saw him supporting himself on the bannister as if he were dizzy, and complained of feeling a bit of a cold coming on, and said he wanted to get plenty of rest so he'd be able to play that night. Mike had eyed Peter with a bit of suspicion, as he'd heard some questionable noises coming from upstairs last night, and wondered if maybe Peter were just exhausted, but could hardly argue with the bassist, as Peter was the best musician among them, and they couldn't do a gig without him. Better to miss practice than miss the gig tonight. Mike nodded, and watched Peter struggle back up the stairs, hoping the excess of junk food and sex wouldn't render Peter useless at the gig tonight.

Peter felt sneaky and underhanded, but he also felt strongly that he couldn't wait until next Saturday to make his move with Davy. Otherwise, he was afraid he might have a reflexive orgasm if he went to practice. He wasn't going to go through that humiliation again. Davy was seriously getting to him. Even after last night, raw need clutched his gut. Why could he not get his fill of Davy? Plenty of guilt ate at him, but not enough to go ahead with practice.

Just a minute ago, Davy had reached over for Peter to find only cold sheets, and mumbled a string of profanities that were worthy of a longshoreman. NOT the second morning in a row! Peter... how could you DO this to me? Son of a bitch!

Just then Peter came practically bouncing in the door, locking it behind him, his devilish smile alluding some secret evil deed as he continued to bounce over to the bed, hardly able to wait to reveal his plans to Davy.

With poorly concealed pride at his cleverness, he announced to Davy that he needed a day alone with him, as all day yesterday was spent at Disneyland, and he felt some down time was needed before the gig tonight. He did, however, also mention the white lie he'd told Mike about a cold coming on so Davy wouldn't accidently blow it by acting surprised if Mike were to mention Peter feeling sick.

Davy, of course, wasn't as angry as his curses would make a person think; he loved Peter too much. He smiled gently. "I thought I'd have to kick your butt for leaving me alone in bed for the second morning in a row!"

Davy had a suspicion of what this was about, but he wasn't rock solid positive. He suspected it might have something to do with the brief chat they'd had last night about he and Peter taking their relationship to the next level. Fucking level. He chuckled inwardly. Peter was just as eager and impatient as a young colt to try something new. He felt it in the air surrounding Peter. Peter threw palpable vibes his way when he was avid about something.

"So you're gonna make it up to me for making me suffer at Disneyland all day?"

"David, you know how I feel about you. I love you," Peter slipped under the sheets and wrapped himself around Davy. Peter the spider. Davy smiled to himself.

While downstairs, Peter had brushed his teeth and used mouthwash, telling Mike he was gargling with warm water for his sore throat. Davy had used the upstairs bathroom to brush his teeth and use mouthwash also. Morning breath was now one less thing to worry about.

They laughed after kissing and tasting the mouthwash mingling in both mouths.

"I'm gonna grab a shower," said Davy.

"I was just going to suggest that," Peter threw a tantalizing look his way, and Davy felt that familiar tingling down below. By the time they stepped into the shower, both of them would have raging hard-ons; Davy knew that from past experiences. Greed gripped him.

They pretty much kept their hands off each other in the shower for fear of spontaneous combustion, but had allowed a mild bit of contact between their well soaped erections. Sliding against each other, smooth and slippery with the wet soap film was almost too much stimulation. They broke apart reluctantly, rinsed off and toweled each other dry.

Sitting on the bed, both still naked, Peter had a curious expression on his face. Davy recognized it as concentration-Peter wanted to say something. Davy waited...and waited. He chewed his lip and pondered why Peter seemed so ill at ease. In the back of his mind though, he knew what was coming.

"Come on, Pete. Let's lie down and you tell me what's on your mind. Dig that?"

"Yeah..." Peter sounded tentative, hesitant, even a touch skittish.

"Go ahead, babe," Davy assumed a neutral, and thus, non-threatening position by folding his arms behind his head casually. Not looking Peter in the eye, but at the ceiling. Peter laid his head on Davy's chest.

"It has to do with what we talked about last night..."

"Thought so. You seem uptight," that was the understatement of the year, thought Davy.

"I am. I'm scared you'll think I'm perverted or something."

"Peter, if it has to do with... fucking...well, like I said before, I'll try to make you happy however I can. I have no problem with it."

"You don't?"

"No, other than the fact that I've never done it before...and...I'm afraid of hurting you."

"I trust you." Peter's simple words soothed Davy somewhat.

"David... can we do it now? I mean, we have the whole day..."

That got Davy's attention in a flash. He hadn't surmised it would be this soon. Not even close. He had thought they would only talk about it today.

Peter flipped over onto his back. "Davy, please..."

"Wait... hold on there, Pete. I'm not prepared for... something like this. I thought it would be next Saturday... from the way the conversation went last night."

"Is there any reason why we have to wait until next weekend?" Peter's voice was tinged with disappointment, and that always tore at Davy's heart.

"There isn't any reason... its just that... I wouldn't know the hell what to do, or how to do it."

"We could learn together, couldn't we? Take it slow? Like we did when we first... started making love...? And look how that turned out!"

Peter had a very good point. But Davy still wasn't prepared mentally. He cleared his throat and thought furiously of something he could use as an excuse to put it off.

"Damn it, Pete. Shit..."

Davy's mind was in turmoil. Maybe a bit of humor was in order here. Humor always had a positive effect on Peter. But then... Peter was naturally positive. He was sanguine about life in general. Yep, humor might help to lighten things up a bit.

"Man, I feel like an Oscar Meyer," said Davy, a teasing sort of smile playing with the corners of his lips.

"Wiener? You're hungry? We can't go downstairs like this," Peter exclaimed, looking down at their erections jutting forward.

"No, hungry for your Oscar Meyer," with that, Davy dove like a hawk and latched onto Peter's cock, applying long, slow sucking that was almost languorous. Tame the tension... He felt Peter giggle soundlessly at his lame joke, then moan. Good-Peter was starting to relax. Now, to just get Peter off this disturbing subject! He realized he needed more time-he'd thought he was ready to discuss it, and that was true to a point... but he wasn't ready for action. That much was clear to him now.

Peter was soon squirming all over the bed, uttering all the feral sounds he was so good at, sounding delirious. Once again, Davy thought about all the girls he'd known that would jump all over that. But he also knew Peter wasn't with him just because he was so painfully shy with girls.

Peter was so open and honest that Davy knew Peter would tell him if he wanted to start dating girls. And Davy had been very clear with Peter that the only way their relationship would be satisfactory to him was if there was nothing but complete honesty.

Davy still went out on some weekends, waiting until he knew Mike and Micky had left, then coming home to Peter. He didn't relish living a double life, but was just not quite ready to tell the other two that he and Peter were in a relationship. It wasn't that Davy hadn't tried with women...

He'd danced with women at clubs when he went out with the others, even kissed them. He enjoyed it, and even got excited, but still... not one of them could come close to what he felt with Peter. With Peter everything was so much deeper. He didn't feel any kind of affection for the women, yet his devotion to Peter overflowed.

It hadn't always been this way. Davy was a real lady's man up until a few months ago. So much so that the other band members could hardly keep track of who he was dating from week to week. Girls fawned over Davy wherever he went. Davy's passion for the female gender was never in question, as he dated more than the other three put together.

Davy wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but in looking back, he could recognize early signs and patterns in his behavior and attitude that should have set off warning bells long ago. He'd thought Peter was attractive from the beginning, but then, he considered lots of men attractive, but that didn't mean he wanted to date them. So he took no particular notice of it.

But then other things started to come to the fore. He realized he was beginning to watch Peter at practice, and Peter had some pretty sexy moves with his bass guitar. Peter had a way of "dancing" with his bass (if you wanted to call it that) that was just arresting. Some of those moves left Elvis in the dust. Davy loved learning new dance moves, so at first he chaulked it up to that. But when more and more triggers popped up, Davy started to suspect he had just a little bit of a crush on Peter. Davy found himself checking out Peter's butt in the tight gray pants they all wore at gigs. He was astonished by how thick and glossy Peter's hair was-how it fell into his eyes in the sexiest manner. The way Peter got all excited and happy when playing was infectious. Peter made them all smile-even Mike sometimes, which was no easy task.

Then seeing Peter without a shirt for the first time really made Davy start to fret over his feelings. That nice firm physique, which was a bit more filled out than the rest of them, the hairy chest, the arms that were showing the effects of Peter's time with the barbells. Then when he started not being able to pull his eyes away from Peter's crotch-that's when Davy realized something was not right. The fact that Peter was HUGE in that department and wore no underwear only egged Davy on. Peter was sweet, polite and nice to anyone and everyone, and was also too trusting and gullible. A rare find. But it was Peter's dimpled smile that finally sealed the deal. He had a dimpled smile for everyone, but the one he reserved for Davy was special-it was glowing.

On the day that Peter's smile melted Davy again for the millionth time, Davy finally admitted to himself that Peter did something for him that no girl could. He knew this even though he and Peter had never even made contact (except for normal Monkee behavior), let alone kiss or cuddle.

Mike and Micky were only fooled for so long. Neither of them were dim witted, by any means. Davy began going out with them less often, preferring different clubs, so he claimed. Yet whenever they got home, be it 11pm or 2am, Davy was always already home, and so was Peter.

Further, even though Peter was shy, at first he would go out with them to clubs. And occasionally land a girl who liked the cute, shy type. But as time went on, that gradually stopped. He claimed he had other things to do when asked to go out on the town, yet, like Davy, was always home whenever they arrived. Not only that, but he and Davy were usually upstairs. Sometimes Mike and Micky would come in a bit early to find Davy and Peter on the couch, and it seemed they were sitting almost right on top of each other, and would quickly scoot over to put space between them when the other two walked in the door.

Davy ran all this through his head, and realized it was only too obvious to everyone under their roof what was going on. Yet no one breathed a word of it to either he or Peter. The final nail in the coffin were the noises that only a mostly deaf person wouldn't have heard. Peter could moan, groan, grunt, and cry out with the very best of them, and Davy was determined not to discourage that tendency in Peter, as it excited them both to no end; it was such a Peter thing, and it also proved to Davy that Peter was equally devoted to him.

Over time, Davy reflected, they had grown closer and closer, talking for long hours about a variety of subjects, and that eventually turned into stares between them that would last for varying lengths of time. Especially upstairs, or if they were in a room by themselves so no one would witness it. Stares that transmitted so many unspoken thoughts. It was very difficult not to stare at each other at practice or at gigs. They limited it to smiles, but just the same, if you were a fairly intuitive, observant person, and knew what to look for, it was all right out there in the open.

When Peter reached his orgasm, Davy studied how splendidly Peter surrendered to the feelings. He had to keep reminding himself that he wanted to automatically respond the way Peter did some day soon-have it be second nature, learn to let everything out and live in the moment. And do it that way every time.

After a few minutes of Peter catching his breath, his eyes took on an inner light that Davy picked up on.

"How about it?" Peter was blushing again. Davy snapped himself back to the present.

Oh no... he was still bound and determined...

"I don't... we don't... have anything... to make it easier," Davy tried to convey the dilemma.

"'Okay, well then... how about if I lube you up?"

What? Did Peter have something like K-Y lying around? Davy had never seen any.

Peter ducked his head and began going down on Davy. Oh, that kind of lube! Peter's saliva was thick on him in no time, and the loud slurping noises he was making was causing Davy to feel crazed with desire. He noticed Peter's erection was nearly as hard as it was when they had started-but then, that was Peter. He was such a sexual being. It was just integral with him.

When Davy's breathing grew rapid and he felt the first waves of ecstasy wash over him, prior to orgasm, Peter stopped. He knew Davy so damn well!

"I think you're lubed enough," said Peter in a small, distinctly nervous voice.

"Oh Pete... I don't think I'm ready..."

"Yes you are! Look how hard you are, and look how slimey!"

Davy would have laughed if he hadn't been so on edge.

"I don't want to hurt you Pete. What if... you start...bleeding... or something? I know nothing about this!"

"I trust you not to hurt me, David. You're always gentle. And I'll tell you if I want you to stop. Please... I want to experience this with you."

Davy chewed his lower lip as was his habit when concentrating. Peter was on his back, so vulnerable looking, holding his arms out to Davy. So trusting.

"Come on Davy baby. Please?"

Davy moved over to him, a long sigh escaping his lips. If Peter wanted it this bad, he wasn't going to deny him.

"You promise you'll let me know right away if you want me to stop?"

"Yes, I promise." Peter's respiration was fast, his eyes dilated. He was eager for this. There was real zeal in his manner. Davy knew now that he'd probably been thinking about it for a long before before gathering the courage to bring the subject up.

Davy moved over to him and laid on top of him. He started by rubbing Peter's erection gently with his hand-just enough to entice. Then he rubbed his balls the same way, working his way downward. When he found Peter's entrance, Peter was holding his breath.

"Peter, breathe. Relax." Peter made a valiant effort to do just that. Davy had to hand it to him. The guy was determined once he set his mind to something, and fear be damned.

Davy found Peter's opening, and gently inserted one finger to the first knuckle, watching Peter's face intently. A little deeper, and Peter was tense and holding his breath again.

"Remember, relax, breathe," Davy crooned gently to his lover. Peter followed his direction, and the intense clamping that had been squeezing Davy's finger eased a bit. A good sign. When Davy got to the second knuckle, Peter's eyes got considerably wider.

"Hurt?" asked Davy, ready to pull his finger away.

"No, its not bad."

Davy ever-so-slowly inserted his finger all the way. Peter's face went a bit pale, but he was making a conscious effort to remain relaxed. Davy slowly started to move his finger in and out, kissing Peter's chest at the same time. Peter's nipples were stiff as Davy's tongue laved and teased them.

"Another finger?" asked Davy.

Peter nodded. Davy inserted a second finger as gently as he could. It was much easier now that Peter starting to accept this foreign feeling. In and out, in and out. Peter wasn't no longer clamping at all.

"I don't know how this is done, but you might be ready now. We can try... but you let me know if it hurts at all."

Davy knew it would hurt-how could it not? At first... but then it was supposed to get easier. Then pleasurable. He knew very little, just bits and pieces he'd heard over the years ... jokes. He wasn't sure what was truth or fiction. He just hoped he had prepared Peter enough.

After removing his fingers, he placed his erection against Peter's opening and pushed ever so gently. Peter's face screwed up a bit, his mouth twisted slightly. But no complaints.

"I've gotta remember to relax," said Peter several times, and it almost sounded like a mantra.

Davy nodded, proud of Peter to retain his cool during such a trying moment. Little by little, Davy pushed in a fraction of an inch at a time. He'd wait a few seconds for Peter to adjust to him, then, when Peter didn't complain, he became more confident.

"Hurt?"

"Yeah, a little. Feels really weird too. But don't stop. I'll get used to it."

Peter was starkly pale now, compared to before when Davy was only using his fingers. He was putting much effort into relaxing, but Davy could tell the pain remained. There was more pain than Peter was letting on.

"I'm stopping." As good as it felt-and it felt fabulous, Davy started to pull out.

"No! Davy, its just starting to feel good. Make that little movement you did just then."

"This movement?" Davy angled himself just a touch.

"Yeah! Oh...my god, it feels good when you do that."

Davy realized he must be massaging Peter's prostate with his cock. Hopefully that would arouse Peter enough to ease or even erase the discomfort. It did. Peter started to change right before his eyes. Little by little he got that hooded look, his "bedroom eyes" look, like he was sleepy. But he was anything but sleepy...

Peter wrapped his legs around Davy's upper thighs and moaned low and long.

"David, keep touching that place inside. Its feeling really good now."

Davy had all he could do to keep from exploding from the snugness that enveloped him and knowing it felt good to Peter made it even more difficult to keep from thrusting strongly. Tight and hot...and Peter underneath him. Right there where he could kiss him, kiss his chest, look into his eyes. Which he did plenty of. Their eyes stayed locked for a seeming eternity, mere inches away from each other's faces as Davy started to thrust in and out, more aggressively now that Peter was responding so delightfully. He was jubilant. That dimpled smile didn't stop. The eye contact was nearly as exciting as what Davy was doing and feeling.

Faster and faster, and Davy could see Peter's cock was oozing from the tip. Pre come. That meant Peter wasn't faking it for Davy's sake. Not that Davy thought he would for a second. When Peter started to buck under him, Davy knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Help me..." Peter pleaded softly.

Oh... Davy knew what he meant. He angled his cock at that place again, and at the same time he grasped Peter's cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts. In what seemed a very short time, they came within a minute of each other. Both moaned frantically, but Peter was nearly shouting. Knowing Peter was so excited caused Davy to lose control the way he truly wanted and needed to. He thrust wildly, making some pretty wild animal sounds himself.

"Fuck me, Davy!" Peter's head was thrashing back and forth. "Its so good..."

Davy nibbled Peter's neck when at his peak, whispering wonderful, erotic things into Peter's ear.

"Come for me, babe. I love you Peter."

"I love you Davy."

"Peter, I'm fucking you, and it won't be the last time either. Far from it, I assure you."

"You're what?" Peter needed to hear it again. Yearned for it.

"Fucking you."

Davy's words caused Peter to gasp and buck a few more times, hard, nearly throwing Davy off the bed.

Then at last, Peter was totally drained, as limp as a rag. His body, anyway. His cock was still partially hard, but that was normal for Peter. Davy often teasingly referred to him as the Marathon Man.

"Peter...Peter, are you alright?" Davy was holding him and kissing his beard stubble.

"Better than alright. WOW, that was out of sight. I can't believe it."

"Neither can I. You know... you're gonna have to fuck me sometime soon."

"Oh Davy... I'd love to!" Peter's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and Davy's thoughts started churning again...