Davy's outburst hadn't set Peter back at all. He just lounged carelessly and gorged his eyes on Davy's hard, lean, always tan body. Living on the beach in Malibu treated Davy well.
"You're a fox, David," he said quietly. Sincerity laced his voice.
When did that bassist ever give up?
"You're wipin' me out, Pete."
"How so?"
"You're trying to wear me down, aren't you?"
Peter's eyes gleamed. Only half teasing, he said, "Yeah."
"Well, you're doing a right good job at it. I oughta smack you around a few times, drill some sense into your head."
Peter held his arms wide. "Go ahead. I'm ready."
Davy knew it was a trap. Peter would only take advantage of the closeness. So he stubbornly stayed where he was, sitting three feet from Peter. Peter made a split second decision and lunged forward, catching Davy around the upper arms with his hands, gripping tightly and yanking Davy down on top of him. Once again, Davy had not been vigilant enough to see it coming.
Where were his quick reactions? Was he becoming unguarded and unmindful? Or maybe he had unconsciously wanted Peter to make a move. . .
Peter had him, loving every moment of it, considering how prominent his dimple was as he smiled up at Davy. Davy didn't try overly hard to get away, as that would waste this up close and personal moment, and it just might not be easy to recapture. Davy had the presence of mind to know that his thoughts were conflicting and hypocritical, but even as he fought it, he was finding it very difficult to resist Peter for any length of time.
"You're a trip, Peter," he said, giggling and pretending to struggle. Peter didn't know it, but Davy was losing himself. Peter was getting to him. But he mustn't let Peter see that. His pride wouldn't let him.
The next thing he knew, their lips were locked. How it had happened was anyone's guess. Davy knew that he, himself, had not gone in to kiss Peter, but their heads had nearly knocked together as they rough housed, and somehow their lips had come very close. Peter had simply not been able to curb himself.
This time, the tables turned. Davy was willing, having cast aside his last bit of resistance. He'd hidden his true feelings for a majority of the time they'd been playing this flirting game. He was weakening and falling victim fast. Moreover, he was much more than a willing victim. He was behaving like he did with girls. Really turning on the heat and finally kissing Peter with a lot less inhibition. His pride took a leave of absence with no notice.
His eagerness gave Peter the essential boost he needed to lose any remaining reserve, and their kisses became wild and passionate. Davy didn't care that his dignity was going out the window—that was how turned on he was.
He knew Peter. Knew him up, down and sideways. That was an aphrodisiac all by itself. They had a history, a long term affection for each other. They understood each other. They had all the things that are needed to build a relationship on. A firm, unwavering foundation of trust, a mutual respect.
So Davy finally stopped thinking and liberated himself in order to feel. To feel Peter's hands in his hair, hear the blond's plaintiff whimpers that he couldn't hold back, feel his hungry lips, his slippery velvety tongue against his own.
Their legs were entwined like snakes, firm and taut. Nothing soft about it, need gripping them snugly. Peter would ask for a little more, and Davy would yield every time. Davy loved this. He'd always been the aggressor, but he was finding that he also liked being passive. He began giving Peter free rein to make all the moves, all the decisions. What a delightful change it was. It was completely out of character for him, and that was part of the excitement of it.
Peter dragged his lips away from Davy's long enough to say, "Do you really want this? Because if I start, I don't know if I can stop." Those words aroused Davy to new heights, and he wasn't quite sure why.
Davy didn't answer because Peter was kissing him again, so he only made a slight mewling noise in his throat that Peter must have taken as acquiesce, because Peter's actions spoke volumes louder than words.
Peter's hand was straying, and somewhere in the back of Davy's mind, he was aware of it. In the next moment, Peter was gripping his erection through his pants, while still kissing Davy with a fierce possessiveness.
Davy couldn't recoil or object with Peter's hand wedged between them, palm up. It felt too good, and Davy was weak with desire. Peter's hand then began to stroke him.
"Groovy, far out," Peter's voice was crackly, as if he had a sore throat. But Davy knew better. It was emotion. Pure emotion. He knew Peter's feelings for him were deep, as the only other time Davy had heard Peter's voice go all wonky like that was when a kitten had almost gotten attacked by a dog, and Peter had saved it just in time.
Davy's hand slid down toward Peter's crotch, and he rubbed the gigantic bulbous bulge in Peter's pants. Enormous, mused Davy.
"Wanna suck you off," Peter's words sliced right through Davy, the strained tone of it raspy and clingy. Davy hadn't thought it possible to be more turned on, but those words accomplished it in a nano second. Never had he ever dreamed a guy would be begging to suck him, and he'd be wanting it recklessly, frantically, furiously.
Peter got them both undressed faster than Davy could blink. The very second they were naked, Peter sunk to his crotch, aggressively engulfed Davy's cock into his mouth and voraciously went to work. Right then, Davy no longer had any questions remaining that Peter had fancied him and wanted him for a while. Maybe a very long while. It felt so natural, so ungodly stimulating that Davy moaned out loud.
"Take it, take all of it, Pete," Davy croaked, his voice also having taken on a strange gruff, grating quality.
Peter sucked the head strongly, holding the very base with one hand and stroking with the other hand, licking that tender spot with every upstroke. Then he did away with his hands altogether and sucked Davy all the way to the root, his nose smashed into Davy's pubic hair.
Davy's gasp filled the room. Being practically all the way into Peter's throat was the most erotic thing he'd ever felt in his life. No girl had come close to bringing him this kind of ecstasy. He could actually feel Peter opening his throat, eagerly admitting his cock as if he literally wanted to eat it.
The way Peter was devouring him threw Davy into a tailspin, and he almost lost all the control he had left, which wasn't much. All of Peter's emotions were going into this, and Davy came to wonder how much Peter must have yearned to do this—to be this close to him.
The tingling went from Davy's cock to his balls, and all the way down to his toes, the pent-up lust for Peter that he'd never known had been there, surfacing in a rush. The sucking never stopped, Peter's tongue never ceased lashing and massaging. He was taking Davy to the kind of sexual high he'd never thought was possible. The bassist's passion ran deep and frantic.
Soon, very soon, Davy felt his orgasm building, and he took Peter's hair in his hands a little too roughly, thrusting into his mouth. Peter didn't miss a beat, loving every minute of it, welcoming it. Faster and faster his head bobbed and his tongue flicked, all the while Peter slurped and moaned as if he were really enjoying it.
Davy's hands, still clenching Peter's hair, abruptly stopped his head movements so the blond was completely motionless, and Davy, with a bellow, reached the summit. He spurted long and hard and forceful down Peter's throat, a guttural growl now humming in his throat.
Davy was completely out of breath, this never having happened with a girl. He gasped and sweated, his hands still in Peter's hair as Peter mouthed him gently, letting him ride out his climax, then letting Davy deflate slowly to a half-hard state. Davy's hips still rocked now and then, the magical feeling lingering, and Peter giving him all the time in the world.
As soon as Davy came down enough to be able to form a coherent thought, he was way beyond embarrassed. He was afraid that if he didn't speak now, he wouldn't be able to. What they'd done was so taboo . . .
"My God, Pete. You act as if you've done that a thousand times," he said.
"I have . . . in my dreams," Peter answered softly. "To you," he added a moment later to be certain Davy understood the depth of his feelings—how much importance he put in this. If Davy only knew how deep his loyalty ran.
"You've always been where it's at for me," Peter added, not wanting to allow the silence to rule.
"All of this . . . this whole evening. . . for me," Davy was still blown out of the water at the lengths Peter had gone to, just to be alone with him.
"I'd do anything for you," was Peter's hushed answer. Davy's heart did some kind of little flip at Peter's words. The guy was so sincere, it was almost heartbreaking.
"Want to go into the bedroom?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Davy got up off the couch, preparing to get back into his clothes, but Peter barricaded him. "No, please stay just like you are." So Davy walked up the stairs, aware of the burn of Peter's eyes on his butt every step of the way. When they had shut the bedroom door behind them, Davy indicated Peter's clothes.
"Aren't you taking those off, Mate? Seems a bit on the cruel side to keep me naked and you clothed."
Peter looked elated, as if he'd been waiting for Davy to say it. Secretly, he hadn't known what to do, for fear he'd offend Davy by stripping. He disposed of his clothes slowly. First his shirt, button by agonizing button, Davy's eyes studying every move he made, every bit of flesh that came into view. How had it slipped past him for so long? He had been so busy with girls that he'd never taken a good, long look at Peter the way he was now. The guy had such a nice body, and a great attitude to go with it. He was a good catch, and Davy was about to benefit from that.
When Peter slipped off his pants, Davy got a stark reminder that Peter didn't wear underwear. The guy was totally erect and just magnificent. The length and girth took Davy's breath away. The huge, heavy head stood almost completely straight up. How in the world did it defy gravity like that?
Peter wasn't timid in the least. He grinned and flashed his dimple as he sat down on the bed next to Davy. Being naked, and even erect while naked didn't seem to phase him in the least. He was so in touch with nature. Davy reckoned that if it were possible, Peter would go around naked all the time.
That hard-on though, it was intimidating. Davy couldn't imagine doing to it what Peter had done to him. And then it hit him—Peter had freely given, and was not expecting anything in return. It was apparent he was happy just to be with Davy, even though his body revealed his urgent need. Peter's body was betraying him, and that brought Davy's famous smile into play. How could you hide a monster like that, anyway?
"What got into you anyway, Peter?" he asked. "I didn't think you had it in you to be so aggressive, and take charge like you did."
Peter shrugged, although his pink cheeks gave away the fact that he was aroused. "I was tired of waiting, and I knew if I didn't draw up a plan and make a move, I'd never find out how you feel . . . about me."
Davy had to admire his friend's initiative. He was admiring the blond in more ways than one, because now his mouth was watering badly to the point of almost drooling. Peter wasn't demanding like the girls he'd dated, didn't bitch, didn't expect anything as his due, and that caused Dave to want to indulge him.
Fear gripped his gut, but Davy allowed his hand to stray over to Peter's thigh, intending to creep in slowly and gradually. He didn't want Peter going all ballistic on him and thrusting wildly, as the mere thought was frightening. That thing could be a massive weapon!
Not that Peter would do it purposely, but he sometimes didn't know his own strength. Davy tried to still the thumping in his chest, but fear of the unknown was closing in on him. He figured he'd better start out with just a hand job, because the thought of that giant thing coming at his face was way past unsettling.
When Davy finally touched Peter's cock lightly, Peter transformed again into a beast. He purred and raised his pelvis in response to Davy's hand. Davy could see Peter's pulse pounding in his temple, and knew how hard it was for Peter to hold back.
"Lick it, David. Nothing more. Just lick it."
Davy was downright shocked, jarred, stunned. He never thought, in this lifetime, that he'd hear Peter talk like that. And just hearing those words come from Peter's mouth got him rock hard again. Peter saw it, and smiled, looking very pleased with himself.
Davy leaned over and swiped the tip of Peter's cock with lightning speed, before he could talk himself out of it. The moan that Peter emitted was nearly enough to cause him to erupt without even touching his own cock.
"God, David. That sweet little tongue of yours. I felt it in my dreams, wanted it to be reality, and now it is."
Davy didn't want to stop now. He nibbled, then licked again. Peter's hips began to buck. Davy slid down so he was kneeling at the side of the bed, edging his way between Peter's legs. Peter was now making harsh gasping sounds. Davy traced the vein on the underside of Peter's cock to the base with the tip of his tongue. Then he remembered how Peter had sucked him, and he tried to imitate it. He was clumsy and awkward, but he must have been doing something right, because Peter was acting a bit chaotic with his hips and gulping in air like he hadn't breathed in a week.
Davy snaked his tongue around the tip, licked the glans, spiraling and whorling it up and down Peter's cock, but still afraid to take it into his mouth. Peter solved that problem without even meaning to. He thrust up at the exact moment Davy was smothering the head of his cock with the flat of his tongue, and his cock popped right into Davy's mouth.
Davy tasted pre-come right away, but instead of repelling him, it made him crave more, so he sucked. Being aroused as he was, it was easy to be risque. He couldn't get much more in than the head and another couple of inches, but Peter wasn't particular. He was just tickled to death that Davy actually wanted to do this.
"That sucking you're doing is . . . out of this world," Peter ground out breathlessly, wanting Davy to suck even harder. As if he were a mind reader, Davy did, and Peter delivered a mixed bag of various grunts and animal sounds.
"Oh fuck . . .I'm gonna come," Peter's voice was little more than a strained whine. Davy, who had been getting progressively more and more into it, balked at the idea of Peter coming. As soon as he felt Peter's cock harden even more than it was already, he knew he had to make a split second decision.
He drew back, still pumping Peter's cock with his hand, just in time for Peter to let out a wail, and begin spurting all over Davy and his own stomach and chest.
Davy thought it would last forever. A writhing, trashing Peter, with come jetting from him—more than Davy figured he'd ever come in his life. An anguished plea came from deep in Peter's throat.
"I'm sorry . . . "
Davy, still in shock, was in no condition to ask Peter why he was sorry. All he could do was sit and stare at the incredible sticky mess. He got up a moment later to go to the bathroom to clean up. He brought a washcloth out to Peter afterward, and Peter was most grateful.
"Thanks, man," he said, wiping himself up and going to rinse the washcloth in the bathroom.
They laid back on the bed, side by side, but not touching. Davy was finally able to articulate, so he asked Peter why he was sorry.
"That I didn't give you more warning."
"Damn it, you make me feel terrible. I didn't give you any warning at all!" Davy felt like a heel of the lowest order.
"But . . . I wanted it."
Davy didn't know what to say, because he realized Peter was being honest. He knew that because of how eagerly Peter had accepted what Davy had to give him. As for himself, he wasn't sure if he'd wanted it or not. That was why he'd withdrawn. He'd been terrified. Terrified he would throw up or panic. He envied Peter because the guy was so giving and inherently accepting.
Peter had spied Davy's brand new erection. It had vanished when he'd gone to the bathroom, but now that they were on the bed together again, it was back, and that pleased him immensely. He wasn't worried about Davy's reaction to his orgasm. In fact, he was still finding it hard to believe he and Davy had done as much as they had. Davy had wanted him, and that was his dream come true.
"Here, let's see how you like this," said Peter as he rolled over and licked Davy's nipple. It hardened almost immediately into a stiff peak. Davy tried to hide his reaction, as it brought him an eerie kind of pleasure, but Peter kept it up, and pretty soon he couldn't hide it any more. He squirmed and closed his eyes. Peter didn't miss a trick. He felt Davy's body responding.
He sucked it then, throwing in a nibble here and there. Davy's head lolled; he was, obviously a bit overcome. Peter went for the other nipple, giving it much the same treatment.
"Tingly?" asked Peter. Davy was embarrassed to admit it, but hell yeah, it tingled! All the way down to his crotch, making his sex flex. "Just another erogenous zone. Lots of guys like it too, not just chicks. I read that somewhere. I've never had a girl do it to me."
"Nor me," admitted Davy.
Peter had brought him pleasure in oral sex, even swallowed, and now his nipples, and Davy had done very little for Peter. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that this was all so new and completely foreign.
With his cock hard as cement, Davy's mind wandered to wicked things, and he craved Peter's cock in his mouth again . . . only this time he would make it as good for Peter as Peter had made it for him. If only he could find the nerve . . .