They lay there, holding each other silently. A couple of minutes went by, and Peter stirred. He was looking forward eagerly to the rest of the evening. He looked down at Davy, who's head was nestled on his chest, and heard his deep, rhythmic breathing. No... really? He was asleep!

Oh well... he'd had a hard day. Rather, a hard night. There'd been the party, then the gig, and they hadn't gotten home until almost 2:30. And then they'd had sex. The poor guy was just worn out.

Peter felt a pang of disappointment that he wouldn't be able to pleasure Davy tonight, make him writhe like Davy had done to him, but he didn't have the heart to wake him either. He'd plan something special for tomorrow. It was going to be an unforgettable Sunday. Peter had an erection again just from the contact of Davy's warm body. Peter cuddled him, pleased with the way Davy seemed to fit against his body.

Peter finally gave himself up to sleep, very happy and content to have Davy draped over him. It just felt so right.

They awoke early-much too early, to the tune of banging sounds downstairs. Loud banging sounds.

"Christ, its 6am!" exclaimed Davy, squinting at his watch. "And its Sunday! Is there no rest for the wicked?" he asked Peter.

Peter, who was still half asleep mumbled, "Apparently not."

Too sleepy and uninhibited to be embarrassed about the noise they'd made last night, Peter padded down the stairs to find Mike and Micky working on Micky's drums. Peter had seen people pound on drums plenty of times, but that was to play it. But never having seen anyone pound on a drum with a hammer before, Peter was befuddled.

"What the hell are you guys doing?"

Mike looked up briefly, deadpan, and if you looked closely, you could catch Micky's smirk. "Pounding in some loose screws," was Mike's offhand remark.

"At six in the morning?" asked Peter incredulously.

"Has to be done sometime," was Micky's reply. To Peter, it looked like they were pounding on the floor more than the drums. The guys always slept in on Sunday, especially if they'd stayed up until 2:30 in the morning, so this behavior had Peter perplexed.

But back up the stairs he went, being naturally peace loving, and seeing no reason to argue about it.

"I can't go back to sleep with all that racket," said Davy.

"Neither can I. I have an idea though. Let's shower, get dressed for the beach, and go..."

Davy looked bewildered. "Why?"

"To get out of here! I have something planned."

"I'm a bit ashamed to face Mike and Micky right now," Davy was remembering all the noise they'd made last night. He chewed his lower lip. Suddenly, the drum pounding made sense.

"Peter, I think they're doing all that pounding... to make a point," he said.

Seeing that Peter was still too sleepy and oblivious to absorb what he was saying, Davy shrugged and they got into the shower together. It was a wonderful experience. Peter had never showered with anyone before, and Davy's soapy, slippery body was fantastically sensual sliding up against him. Davy had showered with girls occasionally, but it'd been nothing like this.

Before he could even think about it twice, Davy found himself on his knees again, sucking Peter. Oh my god, thought Peter. He's done it again! Horny little devil. And I haven't even had a chance at him yet! Well, later on Peter intended to remedy that situation but good.

When Peter came, his knees nearly buckled on him. He had to hang onto the shower head with all his might. Davy was greedy, acting as if Peter was his last meal. Peter just hoped he could keep his hands off Davy long enough to get them to the place he had in mind.

"I didn't suck you too hard, did I?" asked Davy with a decidedly concerned face afterward. "I
was really hungry for you."

"Hell no," Peter's voice sounded gravelly as he tried to compose himself.

Davy wondered why Peter didn't at least give him a hand job, but he didn't question it. Peter was probably still too sleepy.

They passed the other two in the living room, Davy keeping his eyes averted, knowing his face was crimson. "See you guys later," said Peter cheerfully, and waving as they went out the front door. That gave Davy some satisfaction, because he knew it was giving Mike and Micky no satisfaction.

They hopped into the Monkeemobile, and not long after, Peter pulled into a grocery store parking lot.

"What're we doing 'ere?" asked Davy.

"Quit asking questions. Just come with me."

They ended up buying packaged hero sandwiches, chips, cookies and soft drinks. Back out to the Monkeemobile and back to the beach, but not anywhere near Beechwood Drive.

"Where're we going?" was Davy's next question.

"Shush. To a secluded spot where we can be all alone. It's romantic, quiet, and there's no banging going on downstairs."

Davy grimaced. "Not sure about the way you put that," he said. Peter grinned and punched him in the arm. "Stinker," he said.

It was indeed beautiful, romantic and quiet. Rock outcroppings abounded. Davy had driven past this area, but had never taken the time to stop to explore it. Peter and he walked to a specific area Peter had in mind, bags of food and a big beach towel in hand.

The area Peter chose was secluded on three sides by outcroppings about 10 feet tall. The fourth side was, of course, the ocean itself. There was a small open area in the sand, and that is where they laid out the beach towel.

"This is great, Pete."

"Thought you'd like it. I've been saving this place... for someone special," Peter went a bit pink and bashful.

"Obviously you've been here before... when?"

"When I needed to be alone. Like when a crisis in life would hit me. You know... girls, rejection, things like that."

"Well, as you saw at the party, your shyness is really the only thing... holding you back. But forget success with the girls... I want you all to myself." Davy could hardly believe he'd blurted that out, but Peter's face lighting up as it did made the embarrassment worth it.

"You'll get burned to a crisp."

Peter took some sunscreen out of his pocket. "I thought of everything," he said proudly as he began to apply it to himself. Davy offered to apply it to his back, and just the rubbing of the strange smelling cream into Peter's skin aroused Davy. It seemed everything about Peter aroused him. He found that the more he was this physically close to Peter, the more obsessed he was with him.

He studied Peter in the morning light. Peter's hair seemed to catch every sun ray available. It was still damp from their shower, but the sun and gentle breeze were quickly drying it, revealing the many colors.

"Your hair is the color of caramel in places," Davy said as he worked his fingers through it. Peter reminded him of a big cat, stretching out on the beach towel, welcoming Davy's hands in his hair. Davy could imagine him purring.

"David, come here," said Peter, reaching for him. "You're such a pretty boy," Peter said a little later, as they snuggled ever closer. "And I mean that in the best possible way." This time it was Davy who blushed. "Cheeky, but beautifully cheeky." Peter was proud of his developing mastery of English slang.

Davy ran his fingers along Peter's spine as they lay face to face, making Peter shudder.

Davy looked thoughtful. "You're a pretty boy too. You just don't know it. I don't want to harp on it though, because I don't want you getting cocky, you know?"

"Don't worry, my heart belongs to Jonesy," Peter's dimple deepened as he smiled. That's when Peter decided the moment was right. He pulled Davy to him with an enthusiasm that was nearly bubbling over. He was boiling hot for Davy. Wanting Davy this much was crushing his insides. He tilted his head and touched his lips to Davy's, and Davy instantly responded.

The kissing and making out with the waves gently breaking, the summer sun warm on their backs worked like a drug. Everything seemed in slow motion...

When Peter's hand dropped to Davy's jean shorts, Davy tilted his pelvis into it, throwing his head back at the same time. Peter enjoyed the view. Watching Davy getting such a charge out of it made Peter's heart swell, to match his cock. He gripped and stroked, but only briefly, as he wanted to draw this out a bit.

He scooted down and began to nibble and lick through Davy's clothes, just as Davy had done to him last night.

"Ah, you fancy torturing me?" Davy's voice sounded strained with lust. A loud moan erupted from his mouth unbidden.

"Yeah, just like you did to me last night."

"I told you payback's a bitch, Tork. And if you keep it up, you'll have two coming."

Peter chuckled. He was trying to figure out this wild, unchecked need he had for Davy. He tried to rein himself in, but remembering how he'd urged Davy to let go before, he decided to follow his own advice. So what if Davy excited him and girls didn't?

Down came Davy's shorts, and his engorged cock sprung forward, eager for more of Peter's oral attention. Davy himself was past the point of eagerness. His breathing came fast, his heart catapulting the blood through his veins. He couldn't even see straight-everything was blurry.

Peter blew softly on it, then deep throated him so suddenly that Davy's entire body spasmed as if he were having a seizure. Peter's fingers rubbed and pulled gently on Davy's balls. So much sensation all at once almost put Davy over the top.

"Peter! Oh my god... Peter..."

Their breathing ragged, Peter worked on Davy's cock. Nice and deep. Davy allowed himself to get lost in the feeling.

Peter proceeded to give him the best blow job Davy had ever had in his life. He licked Davy's balls, massaged them, corkscrewed his mouth up and down the shaft, then began pistoning up and down in earnest. Then he stopped, waiting for Davy to protest before beginning anew. Davy felt Peter's teeth just slightly on the upstroke, and it was nearly his undoing. By the time Davy came, Peter had teased him by pulling away six or seven times. Davy's moans floated out over the ocean, mixing in with seagull's cries and the slap of waves on sand.

"Shoulda cold cocked you for teasing me like that," joked Davy afterward. Peter just hugged him more snugly in answer.

Finally, Peter murmured, "Let the world take a breather. It's just us."

"No misgivings?" asked Davy softly. Peter shook his head in the negative. Peter was not a complicated man. His love was pure and simple.

They both slept a bit, as they'd been up so late and gotten up so early this morning. They woke up ravenous, and proceeded to devour the sandwiches, chips, cookies and soda.

"Can I have a kiss?" asked Peter as they finished up.

"No."

"Why?"

"You have crumbs in your teeth. Cookie crumbs," added Davy, as if that needed explaining. Peter looked horrified. He got up as if to walk away, and Davy grabbed his ankle, causing him to fall flat in the sand.

"Come here, cookie breath."

They kissed for a long time, touched and explored each other's faces, and Davy ran his fingers through Peter's bangs to sweep them out of his eyes. "How do you see to play the bass?" Davy was curious.

Peter shrugged. "Just one of my many talents, I guess," Peter grinned. "Being able to see through hair."

They made love again, both still eager for the other. Afterward, Davy looked at Peter, and his eyes were serious. "We're gonna have to tell Mike and Micky. Even though there's no way they don't already know."

"I know. When?"

"As soon as possible. Look... the sun'll be going down soon," remarked Davy. "And you know... I've been wanting to tell you this...To me, you define the sun. You're all warmth and golden hair. Its really nice to be with you."

Peter smiled, never having had Davy speak to him in this way before. Davy looked out at the sea momentarily, and when he turned back to Peter, those brown eyes of his were sparkling.

The tide was beginning to toy with the idea of coming in as they gathered up the blanket and the empty food bags. "Can we tell Mike and Micky when we get home?"

"I reckon we need to," was Davy's reply.

"Okay, I'll race you to the Monkeemobile!" They sprinted through the sand, laughing and then Davy reached out and took Peter's hand, they slowed to a walk, and the race was forgotten.