So open up your heart and let this Monkee rush in

"Are they gone?"

"Wait," Mike halted Davy's lunge with large, firm, but gentle, hands on his lover's shoulders. "I didn't hear the car." He was having a hard time listening for the car and staring into Davy's hot and humid brown eyes at the same time. He was just about to give in and press his lips to Davy's when he heard Micky in the hallway.

Davy must have heard him too because he flung himself to the other end of the couch and picked up a hastily discarded magazine.

"Forgot my wallet," Mick announced, bounding into the bedroom he shared with Mike.

"Whaddya need that for, Mick? Don't the chicks by the drinks?" Davy teased.

"Very funny, Dave. Sure you guys don't want to come out with us?" The drummer asked on his way out again.

"Nah," Mike drawled. "We just want a quiet evening..."

"Well, enjoy!" Mick sang as he raced back to the car where Peter was waiting. They sped off into the night on yet another Monkee vixen hunt.

"...and to go to bed early," Mike finished, pulling Davy into his arms and into a long, passionate kiss when he heard the car drive away.

"'ow much time d'you think we have?" Davy asked, breaking away.

"At least a couple of hours," Mike answered, nuzzling his neck. He felt Davy go very still in his arms and leaned back to look at him. "Are you still sure you want to do this, babe?" he asked, stroking Davy's thick brown hair.

"I'm very, very sure, Mike," Davy said quietly and pulled the leader of the Monkees into a gentle kiss.

"If you're sure..."

"I am. I'm also sure I'd like a shower with you," Davy smirked and wriggled out of the tall Texan's arms. He towed his lover into the shower and turned the water up hot.

Mike turned the water down and pressed his body against the smaller man.

They soaped each other slowly, rubbing and caressing their respectively adored flesh, only stopping now and then for devouring kisses.

Mike remembered how they were about to spend their evening and let his hands wander down to squeeze the globes of Davy's fine Monkee ass. He suppressed a chuckle when he recalled all his fantasies of doing this and let his long fingers causally explore between the firm mounds. Feeling Davy jump slightly when his fingertips nudged the puckered entrance, Mike backed off. "Okay, babe?" he asked, not bothering to add that this was all Davy's idea.

"Fine, fine... I just..." he looked up at Mike with trusting eyes. "Startled, that's all, don't stop."

Mike kissed him and returned to his gentle but thorough probing. He'd slipped in two fingers and brought Davy to edge of frenzy twice before the hot water ran out and they adjourned to the bedroom.

They lay down and held each other close. In the weeks they'd been lovers, they'd grown closer and more trusting. Lovemaking was simple and spontaneous with them, gentle and caring. It had not even occurred to Mike to want to penetrate Davy until the smaller Monkee suggested it himself. Well, okay, it had occurred to Mike but he never thought Davy would go for it. But he was happy to be wrong.

"'ave you done this before, Mike?" Davy asked to cover his nervousness.

"No, but I think I know what I'm doing," Mike said, reaching for the container of lubricant.

"'ow do you know?" Davy asked, wiggling against, and then on, the slippery fingers stretching him.

"Ah am a man of the world, Davy." Mike listened to Davy laugh and felt him relax; a good sign. "And I called that weird club owner we played for a few weeks ago and asked him about it."

"Why 'im?" Davy was a little shocked. Even though they had a week-long gig and got paid fairly well there, Mike had seemed to dislike that club owner very much.

"Because he offered to 'do me'. Turn on your side," Mike said, adjusting the pillows.

"He did!? What did you say?" Davy asked, shifting onto his side.

"I said 'hell no.' Other side, babe, so your back's to me," Mike instructed.

"Right," Davy complied. "What did he say?"

"Once he realized it wasn't an obscene phone call or a come on, he said use lots of lube and go slow," Mike said, curling around his little lover.

"You might 'ave a problem with 'im next time we play that club," Davy said, snuggling in Mike's arms.

"I disguised my voice so he wouldn't know it was me," Mike drawled, nuzzling Davy's ear. "Ready?"

"I think so," Davy said vaguely. "Go ahead."

Mike leaned back and put a liberal amount of lube on his cock. He felt Davy take a deep breath when he pressed the slippery head against the entrance to the little Englishman's body. "Tell me if you want me to stop," Mike panted into Davy's ear, hoping he'd be able to stop if that's what Davy asked him to do.

"Okay; go ahead," Davy said bravely.

"Okay." Mike changed his angle slightly and slipped the head in.

"...wait!" Davy gasped, trying to adjust to this invasion.

"D'ya want me to stop?" Mike panted.

"No; just wait a tick," Davy said, calming down. "Just, ah, surprising, you know."

"No, but I can imagine," Mike said, nudging in a tiny bit more. "Okay?"

"Yeah, all right; go ahead." Most of Davy went limp, his erection faded a little but a few caresses from Mike brought it back up. Davy was adjusting to having Mike inside him; he was turned on by the idea of giving Mike pleasure like this and hoped it would not be too uncomfortable. He was thinking these brave thoughts when Mike's penis rubbed against something inside him that set off fireworks behind his eyes. Davy arched his back and howled with pleasure.

"Are you all right?" Mike asked, steadying his partner's hips and hanging onto him.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....!"

"I guess so," Mike said, pressing his hips against Davy's ass and gently fucking him. He felt Davy wriggling and didn't catch what his lover said. "What was that?" he asked.

"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"

"Will do," Mike agreed, rolling Davy onto his stomach and pounding into him. He reached under the smaller man and stroked him to climax. Davy's writhing beneath him tipped Mike over the edge and he came, and came hard, two strokes later. Supporting his weight on his elbows, Mike shuddered through his post climax euphoria and, planting a gentle kiss on Davy's neck withdrew.

On very wobbly legs, Mike went into the bathroom and cleaned up. He stopped in the kitchen for a glass of water, which he brought back to bed. Davy was finally stirring and looked up at him with very sultry and satisfied eyes. "Did you like that?" Mike tried to keep the smirk out of his voice. He offered his lover some water.

"Ummm, I certainly did," Davy sighed, taking a sip. "That was so wonderful, Mike, you might want to try it someday," he said mischievously. "With me, of course," he added.

"Well! How about another shower and some TV?" Mike asked brightly, changing the subject.

"And a little 'ousekeeping before Micky and Peter get 'ome," Davy suggested, gathering up towels and sheets.

Mike helped him remake the bed and put the room in order before they hit the shower. It was a short shower as there wasn't much hot water after their earlier romp. But it relaxed them enough for them to enjoy _HELP_ on the late show. Davy uncurled from Mike's arms when they heard the Monkeemobile in the driveway. Ten seconds later, Micky and Peter bounded in, full of wild stories of chick conquests and totally stoned.

"Man, you shoulda been there," Micky was saying for the twentieth time and laughing, but also examining his 'oh so casual' bandmates with interest.

"Did you have a nice evening, guys?" Peter asked, watching Davy closely.

"Yes, very nice," Davy stammered under the scrutiny.

"Quiet, but nice," Mike added.

"Well, that's good," Peter said vaguely. "C'mon Micky, you can sleep in my room tonight. I want to hear about that blonde chick with the tattoo again," Peter said, herding Micky to the room he usually shared with Davy.

Mike and Davy exchanged looks, thanked their lucky stars, and went back to Mike's bed.

Several months later, when the band moved to another pad, Mike and Davy had a room together and were very happy. Of course by that time Peter and Micky had confirmed their suspicions and wished their bandmates every happiness.

Now, if they could just get a recording contract with CBS, they could all live happily ever after.

***THE END***