And so, Peter ceased up. Against his will, yes, but like it or not, he came to a screeching halt. The sudden realization of what was happening made him feel strangely boneless, like a soulless corpse. What do you do when the person you most adore and admire, and hold in the highest esteem, is there for the taking? Giving themselves to you? Well, Peter didn't know that beyond the shadow of a doubt, but Davy had admitted to being attracted to him. And that alone astonished him.
He had to remind himself that at any moment, either one-or both-of them could melt down, out of sheer emotional overload. He could reject Davy, or Davy could reject him. There were no rules for this precarious, risky game. That didn't feel good. And he imagined the thought felt every bit as bad to Davy. Davy had started this whole deal anyway... he was the one who had put himself out there, leaving himself wide open to hurt. But this just made Peter admire him even more.
The fact remained that Peter didn't know what to do. He had no way of knowing if what he felt was fondness for his best friend, or possibly more, but, at all costs, he didn't want to head in the wrong direction, and give all hell a chance to break loose with their friendship. It had taken cultivation, and had been a long time in developing fully.
You can't do something just because it feels good, or the mood hits you. You can't just jump into something like this without proper thought to the consequences. Not when you cared for someone as much as he did for Davy.
Peter realized he could admit to himself that he wanted to kiss Davy. But not because he desired him in a sexual way. Because he wanted to experience it and see if it could possibly turn into desire. This was where things got complicated and touchy beyond belief. Satisfying his own curiosity was too close to selfishness. Peter felt he could turn the corner too easily into pushing too hard, and possibly misleading Davy.
Peter reflected that Davy's feelings had to come first, no matter what Peter might be feeling. The kind of desire that Davy had been trying to tell him that he felt for Peter was possibly in a whole different league than just simple desire. This could turn a very dangerous game-much more serious than child's play or experimentation. Not the kind of game Peter would ever visit on Davy. Peter just didn't play around with people's feelings. And Peter was also terrified he might not be able to follow up on Davy's feelings.
Shit! How could anyone in their right mind not want Davy? Davy was so beautiful, so perfect, that Peter, who had never felt the tiniest attraction for another guy, saw Davy's appeal as brightly and clearly as the morning sun sparkles off a mountain stream. So brilliant that it hurts your eyes. Davy was more than real-he was a gift. Davy, the alpha male with the deceivingly baby cute face with enchantment written all over it. The kind of face you see only once in a lifetime-if you're even that lucky.
Davy was a walking contradiction. He was full of confidence, and sometimes even a bit of cockiness, a hint of a swagger. Absolutely all male, yet he held such sensitivity, his lips perfectly shaped-full and sensual. Those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with the ever-present twinkle that seemed to worm their way right into your soul- there was no place to hide from them, and they'd held Peter in a reluctant trance on more occasions than he wanted to remember. Gentle eyes, gentle touch, a questing suggestion of a loving nudge.
The way Davy cocked his head when listening closely made Peter feel special. No one would argue with the fact that Davy could certainly be accused of being a flirt. Peter had just thought it was part of his personality, but now he wasn't quite so sure. Now that he thought about it, a good portion of that flirtatious behavior had seemed to be aimed at him. Davy was charming and delightful even when he cussed quite colorfully when upset- how many people could claim that? It all came together in a way that bordered on some elusive mystique that was Davy Jones.
Davy was undeniably masculine in every gesture, every mannerism. It was only his looks that might hold a question for some people. But, even then, that was only if you'd didn't know him.
Many would argue that his beautiful looks were just on the surface, that there was nothing deep there. But they would be wrong. No one knew this better than Peter. Davy wasn't shallow. His heart, his courage, his chutzpah were as real as he was. As his looks were. As his charm was. Davy was the whole package. He looked so damn innocent, but that was just an illusion. What Davy had was rare. Peter was astute enough to know that. Davy could pull it all off, even with that flawless baby face!
Peter had seen Davy pull girls up by the roots on many occasions, without even meaning to. Davy didn't possess a mean bone, and didn't intend to be a teaser-but hell, just looking at him hurt!
Davy's hand touched the nape of Peter's neck, applying the lightest of pressure, that Peter supposed could have been his imagination. But he knew it wasn't.
Peter, now seriously spooked, set back against Davy's urging. He felt Davy was right on the edge of making a move that could change their relationship-something that could never be changed back. Like a horse testing a rope, Peter didn't give in to the pressure. Like a young, frightened horse, he shied away.
Peter was just about to roll out of Davy's bed when Davy lunged at him. Maybe Davy had finally mustered the courage, or maybe he sensed this was his last chance before Peter bailed.
Peter gasped when he realized the moisture he felt on his neck came from Davy's searching, caressing lips. Shivers covered Peter's skin from head to toe.
"Just once..." Davy said softly as his arms held Peter on the edge of the bed. "Please... just once." Those buff arms of Davy's were even stronger than they looked.
Peter felt like playing possum. But what good would it do? Davy was no fool-he knew Peter wasn't going to become faint of heart under the pressure. Davy knew how much fortitude was built into Peter. Better to act like an adult and face up to this. Davy's allure was fast wearing Peter down to a nub. His nearness was an intoxication Peter was realizing he couldn't claw his way out of.
"Let's feel it together. Nothing complicated...just a kiss." Davy shocked himself with how easily those words flowed from his mouth. He'd never have thought he could get himself to say them out loud. "I know you feel the same... I can feel it. Otherwise I wouldn't ask, you know." Desperate times... and he was desperate for Peter.
He had a point there. Peter did want to feel it. He wondered what a guy would taste like. No, not just a guy. What Davy would taste like. For he was the only one Peter wanted. But he couldn't imagine Davy not tasting fantastic.
"Your lips... and mine?" Peter stared at what he could see of Davy's eyes in wonder. "What if one of us... doesn't like it?" His voice sounded timid and uncertain to himself. He swallowed and his throat felt raw.
"Then we just pull away...no hard feelings."
Peter remembered how full and juicy Davy's lips always looked, and his mouth literally watered with wanting. "Just a taste..." Peter said very softly.
Davy didn't need any more encouragement. He expertly pulled Peter to him just like he'd done with so many girls in the past and sought Peter's lips in the semi-dark-nuzzling around until he found them.
He didn't have to worry about Peter pulling away. As frightened as Peter was, he was much more eager to kiss Davy than to escape. Peter's lips were nearly closed when they first touched Davy's. Davy always kissed with his mouth open a bit. A habit. Davy was a well practiced, sensual kisser-the guys liked to tease him about it and the way it always made girls melt. Not a little envy accompanied it. When Peter felt the first touch of Davy's lips, his lips also opened. So naturally too. WIth Davy, he didn't have to make an effort-it just happened. And Davy tasted just as good as Peter had hoped he would.
The kissing was gentle, tender and sweet-at first. Then something snapped in Peter. He had to get closer still-even though they were clinging together almost tightly. Several minutes into the kiss, Peter said softly against Davy's lips, "I need more." He wanted a deeper kiss. Davy knew what Peter craved, and he delivered.
The kiss became urgent, yet still slow, mouths opening wider, and Davy teasing him with just a bit of tongue. Barely a hint. Peter found it was useless to try to brace against the currents that were sparking through him. He thought he'd surely crumple under the force of them. His insides felt as if they were crushing, mushing, together. He was helpless as a newborn baby under Davy's touch.
Peter's hand came up and cupped Davy's cheek... that baby smooth cheek. Davy was actively devouring Peter's mouth, and Peter floated in pleasure. For some reason, a bit of advice Peter had remembered from a friend a long time ago revisited just then. Peter had been 14, and a girl had shown some interest in him. So he'd asked his best friend how he would go about kissing a girl for the first time. He'd been terribly embarrassed to ask, but how else was he supposed to learn how to do it right?
His friend, remembering his own angst when he'd gone through kissing his first girlfriend, had tried his best to describe what he believed girls liked-and one of the things he'd mentioned was using a very gentle suction in the middle of a passionate kiss. Peter suddenly decided to try that now. For some reason, it seemed very important that Davy approve of his kissing.
The kiss was nearly out of control as it was, and if he could make it even better, he wanted to do that for Davy. So he applied a tiny amount of suction where their mouths were joined. He sucked gently at the very tip of Davy's tongue, which was all that was accessible. What happened next took his breath away, and very nearly his sanity too. . .
Davy literally attacked Peter, licking and sucking at Peter's lips, moaning and holding Peter in a vise grip. Peter thought he'd die of the pleasure at any moment.
But then in another 5 seconds, Davy threw himself backward, away from Peter. "Damn it, Peter! If you're not... serious... you better stop fuckin' with me!"
Whoa! Peter didn't know how to react at this outburst. Davy realized it in an instant, and snuggled close again.
"What I mean, mate... is that you're using some pretty...heavy arsenal here. I can't handle that kind of teasing. My god, I never realized what a kiss could be... This could only happen to me." Davy stopped abruptly and looked at Peter.
"That sounded familiar, did it to you?"
"Yeah, actually it did," said Peter, really perplexed now. One moment Davy had been going insane with desire, and admonishing Peter for supposedly egging him on, and the next he was saying things that they'd both heard somewhere before. What the...?
"Who cares, though? Kiss me like that again... if you want to," Davy's voice held the low, teasing flavor of tantalizing promise. No wonder girls flocked to Davy's bed! Did he really think Peter would turn that offer down?