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“I need to talk to you.” Davy says first. He’s been watching Peter flirt from afar all night. It can’t wait any longer. He’s going to lose his nerve.
“About what?” Peter looks over at him lazily. Like a cat stretching.
“In private.”
Peter just stares. It takes them a few moments to get into an empty bedroom. Davy’s heart is thundering.
“It’s my wife.”
“What about her?”
Davy hardens his gaze. He doesn’t know how to say what he means without sounding like he’s falling in love. “You make them cum every time like that?” He asks instead.
“You’re twenty and you don’t know how to eat a girl out?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“I need you to…” His voice trails off.
“You need me to what? Send you a taped instructional video?” Peter laughs.
“I need you to teach me how to make her happier.”
“In life or in the bedroom?”
“What?” He scoffs, “What do you think?”
“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never paid taxes with you.”
“Very funny. In the bedroom.”
“I’ve never slept with you either.”
“Well don’t get too many ideas, love.”
Peter looks at him. Hard. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want to learn from you.”
Peter raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I don’t know. I just want to learn from you. Give me some tips.”
“I can’t just give you tips on how to make girls cum, Davy.”
“Yes, you can.” He’s getting frustrated.
“I’d have to show you a thing or two.”
“I don’t need your help on fucking.”
“But you’ve never been fucked, right? So how do you know?”
“You’re being ridiculous.” Davy huffs. His heart is hammering in his chest.
“It’s not for everyone. But you never know until you try.”
“I know.”
“Sure,” Peter takes a drink from his cup, but finds it’s all gone. He shifts closer to Davy and takes his own cup out of his hands. He takes it from his hands without much protest. “Mike said the same thing.”
“What?” Davy’s tripping over himself. “What?”
“Micky likes it too. If you think he’d want you more than I do.”
“I came to you because I wanted to be confidential about it. And what you’re saying…what you’re saying has absolutely nothing to do with my problem.”
“If you’re so worried about her, you could just have her fuck me and she can report back with all the pointers.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“So you offered yourself up as the sacrificial lamb? So brave of you.”
“You’ve fucked Mike? And Micky?” Davy finds his throat is dry.
“I’ve fucked Mike into next Tuesday and back. Only I’m not supposed to tell anybody. Because it’s our secret. Or something like that.”
“Micky?”
“Micky fucked me. But either way, he still liked it.”
Peter giggles. Peter fucking giggles. It makes Davy’s blood boil. It makes his blood boil that his so-called best friends in the world have all been sneaking around without him. Or even thinking to tell him.
“I won’t fuck you at this party.” He finally says, his cup still on Peter’s lips. It’s all strangely erotic.
“That’s sweet. You think you’re going to fuck me.”
“Since everybody else has had you.”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“Micky wanted you!”
“We’ve had drunken fun. We’ve had threesomes together. It’s never been that serious.”
“Mike hates you.”
“Mike hates me.”
It all clicks into place.
“You want to drive me somewhere?”
“Linda’s not home.”
“I figured. You’ve been leaning around all night.”
Davy huffs.
“Look, I can dick you down and we can be back in under an hour. You don’t live far, and I can be pretty quick when I want to be.”
“You’re making it sound vulgar.”
“I can be as sweet as you want me to be.” Peter says, the ice clinking around in his glass. He gives Davy a look up and down. It’s the first time Davy’s felt so exposed. So flayed open. “Or I can be vulgar, too. If that’s more your style.”
Davy has never wanted to kiss Peter. (He has, many times). But this side of him, so open, so willing, so giving. So flirtatious. It makes his head spin. More than he’d like to admit. Peter takes the bait and kisses him. Peter pulls away first, a glint in his eyes that looks like mischief. Davy wants to pull him back in. They’re huddled too close in this massive bedroom. Davy wants to get his hands down Peter’s shirt.
“I’m making you think. Aren’t I?”
“You’re making me burn.”
Peter laughs. “Such a poet, Jones.”
“I’ll drive.”
“You better let me.”
“How much have you had?”
“You didn’t let me finish my joint. And I haven’t had nearly enough to drink tonight.”
“I’ll drive.”
“I’ll drive. Unless you want me to suck your dick while you’re driving.”
“We’d get in a wreck.”
“Not if you’re careful.” Peter smiles, takes his hand and runs a few fingers over Davy’s cheekbone. “But you’re a little too wound up for that, aren’t you?”
A knock at the door rips Davy off of him like a band aid. It’s Micky. Loud, brash. So full of life. He’s babbling about some blonde downstairs.
“I’m going to take Davy home.” Peter says, “Too far gone to drive, this kid!”
Micky laughs, doubling over himself. He’s pretty far gone, and it doesn’t register. Davy plays the part, because he’s a great actor, and Peter takes the stumbling boy away.
“Everybody’s going to know we’ve gone.”
“Let them know. Nobody’s going to think you’re getting a lesson from me.”
“You don’t need to call it that.” Davy huffs, settling into the car with him. “We’re just spending time together. I don’t even know if… I don’t know if I really want this from you.”
“Then why’d you kiss me back?” Peter asks, peeling out of his lawn. They’re using a car that wasn’t near a lot of the bodies and people in and out of his pool, so he’s driving fast. Faster then Davy would like.
“Because I… Because-” He’s fumbling. Peter knows this. He knows why. “Because-Because-”
“Have you ever kissed another man before?”
His silence is enough to answer his own question.
“I’m your first real one though. Right?”
“Of course.”
“Mike’s like you. Scared to try.”
“I’m nothing like Mike. Don’t compare me to him.”
“Didn’t you want that?”
“A year ago. When I first met him.”
“What’s changed your mind?”
They laugh, despite the situation. Despite Davy’s nerves crawling through the roof.
When they pull into Davy’s home, it doesn’t take long until they’re inside, silence enveloping them. It’s so quiet. He can hear his dog, Suzy, running towards them. He’s barking and making happy little noises. Happy that Davy is home.
“Hi, Suzy, hi,” Peter bends over, gives him a pet.
“Are you going to fuck me or are you going to sit here and pet my dog?”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”
“I’ve barely even kissed you.”
“Hm,” Peter smiles, walks over to the kitchen like he lives in the place. He starts washing his hands. “You really want to sleep with me to make your wife happier?”
“You’re the best I know.”
“You haven’t had me.” He reminds, drying his hands.
“Peter…”
“This is doing it for you, isn’t it? You want me to call you a pretty girl too?”
“Cut that out.”
“What?” Peter grins, closes all of the space between them. “I know where your bedroom is. Come on,” And he takes off. Suzy, for once, doesn’t follow.
When he gets up to the room with Peter, Davy cringes to find that Peter’s turned on his lamp. They’re not in his bedroom. It’s his guest room. He doesn’t ask why. He doesn’t want the lights on. He’s worried he’ll be too exposed. He’ll see so much of Peter he’ll fall in love.
“I’m so close to ripping into you. But I’ll teach. I’ll go slow with you.”
“I thought you were going to fuck me and be back at the party in an hour.”
“I’m showing you how to take care of a lady.”
“I know how to take care of a lady.”
“Is that true?”
“Then show me.” Davy slips out, not sure why he’s said it. This flirtatious side of Peter is driving him a little mad.
“First, I’d have flirted with you at the party.”
“Then do that.”
Peter grins, takes off out of the room. Davy pads from foot to foot until he hears Peter coming back up. The sound of his record player is on. Peter’s put on Duke Ellington.
“I like to dance a little bit with her,” Peter says, his voice honey in Davy’s ear. He takes Davy in his arms, and for once, Davy lets himself be held. Like he’s always wanted to. Peter’s the exact right height, and he fits into him like a glove. He tries not to think about Mike’s lean body against Peter’s. Or Micky’s. “I take her in my arms. I lead her through some music.”
The music’s not so loud that it’s distracting from their time together. Davy shifts in his arms, letting his palm touch Peter’s chest. He’s still got his buttoned shirt on, but Davy can feel the hair underneath. He’s never been attracted to men. He’s never been attracted to Peter. He’s lying to himself.
There was one time, almost a year ago, when they were in a city Davy can’t remember the name of. He’d walked in to find Peter having a girl ride him. It had only lasted a few seconds before Davy tore himself away, but he’d never thought about Peter in such a way before. Since that night, he’d taken a little longer to look. At the way his fingers moved up and down the bass. At the way that he so carefully studied and memorized his lines. At the way that even when Mike was yelling at him, he still tried to keep some semblance of peace. He was intelligent, and had good taste, and was, Davy believed, brave.
“It’s a shame you don’t swing both ways.” Peter says, his breath so hot on Davy’s face. “Because you’ve always been so, so beautiful.”
“Um,”
“I flirt with her a little. It’s always true. Whatever I say. It’s always true.”
“Like what?” Davy wants Peter to kiss him so badly he aches.
“Like that from the moment I met you, I was in awe of you. You’re beautiful. And you’re funny. And talented. More talented then I’m ever going to be. And you’re just so… you’re so vulnerable. All of the time. You’re everything. The whole package.”
“This is flirting?”
“It’s working, isn’t it?” Peter pulls him a little closer, ghosts his lips over Davy’s neck. “I like to talk them up. But only when it’s true. I don’t like to lie. I like to take my sweet, sweet time with them.”
“That’s not true.”
“No. But when they’re special, I really do. And I want this to be special for you.”
“Are you going to kiss me?” Davy all but whines, Peter’s lips still ghosting all over him. “When are you going to kiss me?”
“You’re ready for that?”
“Why wouldn’t I be ready for it?”
Peter pulls away, breaking that beautiful bubble he’s created. The spell is cracking all around them.
“Why wouldn’t I be ready, Peter? I know it’s going to hurt. And I know it’s going to be awkward. But you’re my friend, and I think that if-”
“I need to know you’re ready because when I started kissing you earlier, I had to tell myself to stop. I need to know you’re ready because now that you want me, and you really want to try this with me, I’m not going to be able to stop as fast as I did earlier. Because I’ve been wanting this, right here, with you for so long. You’re one of my best friends. And you just…” Peter looks at him, carefully. “There’s nobody like you, David. No one. And I’m not just saying that to all the pretty girls.” That’s a confession Peter has never, ever wanted to say aloud.
Davy’s just staring at him. Then, finally, “I didn’t want you to stop. Earlier. When you kissed me.”
“Oh.”
“Can I kiss you? Or is that a step you have to show me?”
“So I quit the flirting. I’ve been wanting to kiss her all night.”
Peter leans down, kisses him. Davy’s been kissed many, many times. This is the first that takes his breath away. He moans almost immediately, the contact all too much for him. He needs to get his hands down Peter’s shirt.
“I thought you wanted to do this slow and romantic.” Peter says, breaking the kiss just enough. He’s going to introduce tongue next.
“I want to put my hands on you.” Davy responds, and Peter slips his tongue into Davy’s mouth, searching for something he can’t find.
When Davy moans again, Peter sits him on the bed, pulling off from kissing him to get at his neck for a few seconds. They’d both left their shoes downstairs, otherwise, Peter would have removed them next. He tells Davy this softly while he unbuttons the top 2 buttons on Davy’s shirt.
“I want to put my hands on you.” Davy repeats, kissing him roughly. “I want to put my hands on you.”
“Then do that.” Peter’s trying to be cool about it, really. But he’s losing resolve. This crush he’s had on Davy is bubbling so quickly over the pot that it’s all burning. Davy wants his hands on him. Peter’s blushing right down to his toes.
“It’s so different.” He says, reconfiguring them. Peter’s laid up against the pillows, and Davy’s perched in his lap. Davy pulls his shirt off, and Peter just stares. “It’s so different than a girl. I don’t know how you’re going to teach me anything for Linda.”
“Worse?”
“It’s just different.” He whispers, lips on Peter’s neck.
Peter is hard. He’s been hard since Davy didn’t pull away from that kiss. But Davy’s still warming up to him, and all of this, and so, Peter doesn’t mind waiting. They kiss. They exchange spit. They tongue and lick and feel around each other.
“I want to eat you out.” Peter moans against him, when the kissing and the grabbing and the curling of Peter’s shirt gets to him too much. “I want to eat you out.” He says more clearly, Davy’s teeth out of his neck.
“Peter,” Davy moans, and that’s all that Peter needs to proceed. He flips them, and sticks his hands on Davy again. He’s been feeling the golden boys toned skin for minutes, memorizing how his shoulder blades feel under his fingers and how he breathes when Peter nips at him. Davy hasn’t so much as stuck a finger underneath his shirt.
“Are you ready for that? If you’re not, we can… we can…um, we can,”
“I want to kiss.”
“Okay. Okay. We’ll do that. We’ll do that then.”
“No, later. I want to keep kissing you all night. I want… I want you to…”
It’s not about pleasing Linda anymore. Peter is very well aware of this. Davy is too. Peter’s not giving out tips, and Davy’s not asking for any.
“I’m going to give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“Well, take your time. I know we haven’t gotten to the main event yet.”
“David…”
“I’ve heard stories about how good of a lay you are. I want to see for myself.”
“Once I start-”
“I won’t want you to stop. I won’t. You’re my friend, Peter. I trust you. Of course I’m a bit scared. Of course. But you’re so…”
“I’m what?”
“It’s no wonder all the girls love you the most. You’re taking my breath away.”
“Don’t say stuff like that to me, David. I’ll go and fall in love with you.”
Neither of them say anything after that, and Peter just goes back to the task at hand. He takes Davy’s pants off carefully, and painfully slow.
“Peter,” Davy moans, “Peter,” He says again, “My god.” Peter’s kissing his way up Davy’s legs, biting into his thighs. He hasn’t even taken off Davy’s underwear yet.
“Feel good, pretty boy?” He’s always wanted to call him that. He’s always wanted to be in some sort of position like they are now. It’s okay if he gets cold feet and they have to forget all about this. Peter just wants to give him some good head.
Davy likes the name. He keens into Peter, but his face flushes. He’s embarrassed to like it. Peter can tell. He takes his underwear off so fast it’s blinding.
“Don’t make fun of me.” He says, beautifully naked under Peter’s gaze, “I’m not Mike.”
“Why would I make fun of you?” Peter looks him up and down, this gorgeous boy he’s always, always liked. “You’re beautiful.”
He gets to work, licking and thinking.
“Get to it,” Davy huffs, “I’m dying up here.”
“I’m going to take my time with you.” Peter says, and goes to swallowing him whole.
“Fuck!”
Later, when Peter’s got spit and precum everywhere, and Davy’s writhing loudly underneath him, he pulls off.
“Peter, Peter!” He whines. He’s been doing a lot of whining.
“David, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so badly.”
“I’ll go twice. If you can… fuck, if you can finish me here and then, holy shit, just get me ready. I can go again.”
“But I’m not a girl. So you’re going to have to take some preparation.”
“I don’t care that you’re not a bloody girl, Peter. Holy shit, just keep doing what you were doing.”
“Okay, okay,” He obeys, lying back down to attend to Davy.
Davy sounds almost pitiful when he gets back to him.
It doesn’t take long for Peter to introduce a slicked up finger to Davy’s hole. He’d put a condom and some lube in his pocket, unsure of where Davy wanted the night to go. Peter is still horribly clothed. He’s gentle with him, trying not to have him pull away quite yet.
“Peter, holy fuck,” Davy moans when the first digit is barely inside. He hasn’t done much touching of Peter yet, and Peter knows why, but this new concept has him grabbing Peter’s hair just like Peter likes. Peter moans around him to indicate how much he likes it. “You’re fucking phenomenal.”
It doesn’t take much more for Davy to cum, and despite not wanting him to be overstimulated, Peter keeps at his work under him. He’s finished most of his gorgeous writhing around when Peter starts up again.
“You’re still dressed,” Davy moans, “You’re still dressed.”
“I didn’t know where your comfort level was.”
“I want to see you.” He moans, a second finger joining in.
“You’re sure?”
“You’ve got your fingers in me, Peter.”
“Okay,” Peter pulls out carefully to take his shirt and pants off. He’s not wearing underwear.
“Cheeky,” Davy grins, “Are we getting close? I want you to fuck me.”
“Peace, David.”
“I want you to fuck me, Peter.”
“It hurts less if you turn around.”
“I thought I was learning how to take care of a lady. You’re going to turn her around?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I know you won’t.”
“What are we doing here, David?”
“I asked about how to please my wife.”
“This isn’t how.” Peter says, before they get into the thick of it. “This isn’t how, and you know that.”
“I’ve been looking at you for months.” Davy admits, sitting up on his forearms. “I saw my opportunity. I took it.”
“You lied to me about your wife so you could sleep with me?”
“I’ve always known where the clit is, Peter.”
Peter doesn’t know what to say. He feels cheated. He feels a little used. He feels really, really turned on.
“I want to look at you. When you do it. I want to look at you.” Davy says, shifting against Peter’s hand. “Really, really want to watch you.”
“Are you coming on to me, David?”
“I don’t know. I just…” He parrots off.
Peter leans down and kisses him. Davy leans right up into him. This is starting to feel like a dream. One that Peter has had for a long, long time now. And his dreams never, ever go this well.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready. You know I am. I am.”
“If you’re not, and at any point, you tell me to stop. I’ll stop immediately. Alright?”
“Alright. Alright.”
“I mean it, David.”
“I know, Peter,” Davy puts a hand out to caress Peter’s face, his thumb ghosting Peter’s lips. “I know.”
When Peter lines up and goes in, he wants to stop. Davy looks like he’s in pain. A lot of it. But he stays, because Davy hasn’t told him to stop, and he doesn’t know what else to say to him.
“Tell me you want me to stop, okay? Just tell me.” He whispers, lips ghosting Davy’s neck.
“I didn’t say anything.” Davy whines, pitiful and low and deep. “God, Peter,”
“It’s a lot. I know. I know.”
“No, oh my god, Peter,” He whines again, “Start moving. Start moving.”
“Okay, okay.” Peter obeys, slow and steady. He’s trying to be present and not think about how much he’s wanted this practically since he’d met Davy.
“You’re such a good person, Peter. Anyone ever told you that?”
“Uh,” Peter doesn’t know how to respond to that right now.
“You are. You’re like the sun. It’s hard to be around you sometimes.”
“David, stop,” He says, picking up the pace a bit. “Stop it, I’m serious.”
“You are.” Davy goes back to moaning and whining, “Is Mike this good to you?”
“This isn’t about him.”
“Is he? If you… if you’d been doing this to me for years, I’d… well, I… I-”
“Don’t say something that’s going to make me fall in love with you.”
“I haven’t, ugh, I haven’t said anything.” Davy’s nerves are kicking in, just barely. Looking at Peter and thinking about Peter were one thing. But this, this is different. And the thought of never getting to do it again with him is terrifying. He’s never felt like this with anyone, ever.
“You talk this much when you’re fucking your wife?”
“No.”
Peter smiles, “You’re a good person, David. You are.”
“Peter, Peter,” Peter’s been hitting that sweet spot for a few minutes. Davy’s teetering over the edge.
“You going to cum again?” He asks, lips on Davy’s neck.
“Yes, Peter, oh my god, Peter!” And he does. Peter rides him through it, and it’s just as beautiful to watch as Peter had hoped and dreamed.
“Get off me, oh my god, oh my god,” Davy’s moaning after it’s all calmed down. “Come here, come here,” He says, and despite Peter not wanting him to have to take care of him, Davy’s pushing him down on the bed and leaning down to rip off the condom and put his mouth on him.
“Eager,” Peter chuckles, and Davy just looks at him with those big doe eyes.
“My wife’s not back for another week. Stay here. Stay here with me. I want to do this with you again and again and again.” His hand reaches down, and Peter reacts immediately. It’s so intense. These feelings. This tension.
“You wanted to get better at sex with your wife. Don’t forget.”
“No, I didn’t. I wanted to have sex with you. And she’s going to be gone. If you’ll have me, I want to do this all week with you.”
“What about work?”
“What about it?”
“It’ll get in the way.”
“It won’t. I’m not Mike. I won’t fuck you in a closet. You wouldn’t fuck a lady in a closet, would you?”
“No. Not unless…”
“You wouldn’t if you cared about her.” Davy leans down, licks his lips. “And you care about me, Peter. I know you do.”
It doesn’t take much else.
When he’s conscious again, Peter’s only thoughts are muddy. He cares. And David knows. How long has he known?
Later, when they’ve finished showering together, Davy smiles at him through the steamy mirror, drawing a heart with his pointer finger. He kisses Peter’s shoulder, and walks back to his bedroom. Peter follows.
Suzy finds his way back up to them, and they all settle in, watching each other breathe. Listening to the heartbeats sync. Beat. Beat. Beat.