Peter looked over at Davy sleeping peacefully across the room. Nights like these, when the moon shone on Davy's sweet features and he was relaxed in slumber were a special kind of torture for Peter. His loneliness and longing would not let him sleep and the only solution was either get high, which was expensive and wearing him out or...

Well, Davy was sound asleep and Peter was very quiet as he reached for the towel and the bottle of lotion he kept by his bed for these very emergencies. Perhaps he should stop calling them emergencies; the shyest of the band and least successful with girls, he mostly took care of his own pleasure, even when Davy was not there to turn him on.

Snuggling into the covers, Peter tried to recall when he'd become attracted to Davy. He could not remember exactly, it seemed like he'd always had a crush on the little Englishman since the band first formed.

Peter let his mind wander over to Davy's bed, where he would sit on the edge and look down at the object of his desire. Careful not to wake him, Peter would lean down and place the sweetest, softest kisses on Davy's lips until he woke up.

'Petah?' Davy would say sleepily and put his arms around him.

'Uh huh,' Peter would answer, scooping into his arms and kissing him again.

Easing Davy out of his pajamas, Peter would explore every inch of his well-defined chest. He would part those perfect legs and nuzzle into the silky thatch between them, teasing Davy, letting him know who was boss. Finally, Davy's erotic groans would be too much for Peter and he would slid his lips around the dusky pink tip of Davy's cock before devouring him.

While driving his companion mad with his oral attentions, Peter would stealthily put some lotion on his right hand and explore the cleft of Davy's ass. Carefully sliding in one long finger, he would pump his lover in the same rhythm as he was sucking him. Easing in two fingers, he would find the extremely sensitive spot behind Davy's penis and caress it until Davy came or begged him to stop or both.

Eventually Davy's begging because too heartbreaking and Peter released him. Putting more lotion on his erection, the blond Monkee moved purposely between Davy's legs and, meeting no resistance, centered his cock and pressed the head in. He smiled as Davy arched his back and thrust up to meet him.

Sliding his full length into Davy's willing, wanting body, Peter would loom over him, admiring for a moment what was now his to take and enjoy before he began to pound into his lover with long, hard strokes. He would bring them both to the edge of climax repeatedly until with his final thrust, Peter would tip them both into the most mind-blowing ecstasy of their lives. Their souls would fuse and the universe would rejoice.

And as Peter lay panting on Davy in his fantasy, he lay panting in his bed and eventually fell into a deep deep satisfied sleep.

~~~

Davy woke to the softest, sweetest kiss he could remember. Well, actually he could remember this happening several weeks ago, it was Peter whom he could not get to remember it. Oh well, never mind, Peter was sleep walking again, or rather, sleep kissing again.

The first time had been a wonderful surprise. Davy swung both ways and had been looking for a way to get Peter into his bed. Unfortunately, Peter's combination of innocence and obtuseness were a major obstacle. There had also been a warning, more like a threat, from Mike and Micky to leave the blond alone. They told him Peter was straight and not a challenge for a certain English lead singer. Now they, on the other hand, were fair game. Davy had told them that they, on the other hand, made him feel especially heterosexual and the subject had been dropped and never picked up again.

So, finding Peter in his bed a few weeks ago had been an absolute godsend for Davy. Mainly they had snuggled, Davy's efforts to get something more serious going were ignored. Well, the man was asleep wasn't he? and Davy was careful not to wake him. So he'd enjoyed the snuggling and they'd even gotten each other off. Davy was somewhat disappointed when Peter, still fast asleep, had gone back to his own bed and, although Davy dropped numerous hints under the black stares of Mike and Mick, he could never get Peter to remember their, ah, snuggle session. He'd finally given up and went back to simply admiring Peter and ignoring Mike and Mick.

But here Peter was again, pressing his wonderful lips to Davy's and tugging at his pajamas. Ever helpful, Davy quickly wriggled out of his nightclothes and eased Peter's briefs over his rather impressive erection. He wiggled under the teasing tongue on his chest and then lower and lower and...

"...oh, Petah..."

Davy was teased nearly to madness. He barely had the presence of mind to grab the bottle of lotion on his bedside table and squirt some on Peter's probing fingers. 'Must teach this bloke about lube,' he thought, laying back on the pillows again and squirming with pleasure. Lunging for the bottle again, he just had time to coat Peter's cock before the blond lunged into him. Fortunately, Davy was not only experienced, he was ready and willing to be fucked and fucked hard. Which is exactly what Peter was doing and doing very well. Being ridden in the storm of the blond Monkee's passion, Davy surrendered to their mutual pleasure and, eventually, climax. As Peter lay panting on top of him, Davy felt his somnambulist lover slip into a deeper sleep as his cock slipped out. Not wishing to disturb his exhausted ravisher, Davy quietly reached for the towel he kept by his bed and cleaned them both up. Feeling tidy and sure Peter would sleep the night in his bed, Davy allowed himself to drift off into a contented, satisfied sleep.

~~~

Peter woke the next morning, wondering why he couldn't move his left arm and realized it was because someone was laying on it. Odd, he hadn't remembered... Opening his eyes, he found Davy sleeping peacefully next to him, on his arm, well, actually in his arms.

This was everything Peter had wanted for months and now that he mysteriously had it, panic descended. Gently trying to disengage from the little Englishman only succeeded in waking him.

"Morning, luv," Davy yawned, snuggling closer.

"M..m..morning, Davy," Peter stammered. "How did we...?"

"You 'ave very active dreams, mate," Davy smirked at him. "You know, you could 'ave just told me you fancy me," he smiled up at his band and now bedmate. "I fancy you, too."

"You never told me!"

"Oh, yes, I did," Davy insisted. "You just never 'eard what I was saying."

"Maybe I heard you in my dreams," Peter suggested. Wide awake, he snuggled down and let his hands begin to explore.

"Yeah, maybe and..." Davy began but whatever he was going to say Peter changed his mind with a sweet, but demanding kiss.

And the best part was, they were both completely awake.

THE END