Title: Fighting Cocks
Summary: Micky’s bored… and horny.
Rating: Um, pretty much NC-17 just for the title alone…
Pairing: Dolenzmith
Warning: This is slash. No like-y, no read-y
Author’s Note: This was semi-inspired by a post I made a couple days ago, which is also where the title comes from. Other than that, it’s pretty much smutty PWP.
Author’s Note 2: Davy might seem slightly bitchy at the very end. I didn’t mean to, it just ended up that way. Don’t unfollow me just for that, please.
Author’s Note 3: I started this a couple days ago and then just left it alone, but I decided to stay up and finish this tonight. So, if there’s spelling or grammatical errors, well, now you know why.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Monkees and make no claims about the sexuality of anyone, anywhere, at anytime…
Micky was bored.
That by itself always started trouble. But this time he was also extremely horny. And to make matters worse, Mike just didn’t pick up on the subtle (and not-so-subtle) hints. He stood nearly hip to hip with the Texan as they were washing dishes from breakfast. He’d been touchy, almost clingy, all afternoon. Hell, Micky even bent way over right in front of Mike’s face to pick up a pencil that he didn’t even need, leaving his ass in the air for several seconds. Not even a hint of an eyebrow twitch. After month’s of dating, and even longer simply living together, Mike would’ve been able to notice something.
Even Peter picked up on these hints and made more than one excuse to leave the pad for a while, taking Davy with him.
Now, it was just the two of them, the horny drummer and the oblivious Texan. Micky hated to be ignored by complete strangers, he was damned if he was going to be ignored by the man he loved.
“Hey, Mike?” Micky asked from the kitchen table, an almost flirty girl pitch in his voice.
“Hmm?” He answered with a grunt from the couch, eyes never leaving the newpaper in his hands.
“Whatcha wanna do today?”
“Hm, dunno. Probably just stay around here in case the owner of the Vincent Van Go-Go calls. We need that gig, y'know.”
“Well, whatcha wanna do while we’re waiting?” Micky’s tone was deliberate, albeit slightly desperate.
“I dunno, read I guess.”
Micky dropped his head down on the table. That big southern lug just wasn’t getting it!
“Look, Mick, if you’re bored, why don’t you go down to the beach or somethin’?”
Micky lifted his head and glared daggers at Mike, who was still glued to that damn paper. “No, that’s alright.” He stood up from the table to stretch. He slowly sauntered around to one of the comfy chairs in the livingroom, making sure his hips swayed back and forth as his passed the couch. He glanced over his shoulder to give Mike a seductive look, only to find that the Texan never once looked up towards him.
He let out a quiet huff as he plopped down. He stared at the man in front of him, trying to think of some way to get his attention. Maybe if he just grabbed his collar and yanked him towards the bedroom, maybe that would get his attention. Nah he thought needs to be more, I dunno, fun.
Perhaps getting completely naked and sitting on his lap? Might be too subtle.
Micky sat there, still thinking, as his eyes raked up and down Mike’s lanky form, up and down those long legs wrapped snugly in denim, to his chest rising and falling in gentle cycles as he relaxed, tracing the clothed outline of his toned arms, and watched as his long fingers delicately turned the page of the newpaper, which partially covered his beautiful face. God, he was sexy and didn’t even have to try!
Micky’s hand trailed down his chest to the rather large bulge growing in his pants. He started to massage his groin, licking his lips as his breathing started getting deeper. He undid the button on his pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. His cock popped straight up out of it’s confines, tip just beginning to leak with precum.
Micky’s thumb swirled around the head, spreading the sticky wetness. His fingers lightly gripped the shaft as they moved up and down. He bit his lip as his other hand started to slowly unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt and touched the exposed skin.
He looked over at Mike… who still had not looked up from his reading. Micky stopped his minstrations. What the hell?! I’m putting on a great show over here! A small part of himself felt abandoned.
He looked down at the throbbing flesh still in his grip, curving delicately away from his body, and a mischievious grin slowly formed on his face.
He slowly stood up and walked, with the lightest possible steps, towards the couch, slowly pulling down his pants and stepping out of them as quietly as he could. He stopped next to Mike, the newspaper the only thing blocking the Texan’s vision from all of Micky’s glory.
Micky grabbed a hold of his cock and leaned into the paper. With one quick thrust, he stabbed the newsprint, directly hitting the photo on the front page. “En garde!”
Mike immediately dropped the paper, only to come face to… dick with a certain curly haired man. “Micky! What th- What’re you doing!?” The pitch in Mike’s voice raising almost to the point of breaking.
“Awe, come on, Mike,” Micky pleaded, “En garde!”
As difficult as it was, Mike looked up from Micky’s cock to his eyes, “Micky! Wh- Peter and Davy will be back any time, a- Micky!” Mike practically yelped as Micky wagged his member an inch away from his face.
“I wanna play.”
Mike placed one hand on Micky’s hip and lightly pushed him away, “Not now, Mick.” He raised the paper again to cover his face, swallowing hard as he did.
Micky let out an almost child-like huff, “But Mike!” Mike didn’t answer him, but he could see Mike’s entire form tense. A grin once again formed on his face. “Michael,” he said in his most seductive tone as he watched a light shiver run up and down Mike’s body. “Mike, I wanna play. And, I know that you wanna play too.” Micky ran a finger up Mike’s thigh, up to the rapidly growing bulge that was close to ripping apart the zipper.
Mike let out a small gasp as Micky began to knead his crotch. The grip Mike had on the paper tightened, and he nearly ripped the page in two.
“Come on, Mike. Play with me.” Micky growled, as he ever so slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Mike’s jeans, releasing a monster from it’s confines. He straddled Mike’s legs and leaned forward, rubbing Mike’s member with his own.
Mike threw the paper down on the floor and gripped the edges of the couch as he thrust up into the contact.
Micky stopped his movements for a few seconds, just long enough for Mike to sit up to grab Micky’s hips, wanting more contact. Micky simply giggled and pulled away slightly, hearing Mike’s low whimpers. “Nuh uh,” Micky leaned down to Mike’s ear, “En garde,” he whispered, before backing away just out of his grasp.
Mike watched as Micky slid off the couch and stood, wagging his member in front of him. “Are you serious?” Micky simply nodded, biting his lower lip. Mike looked him up and down before standing. “But, what about Davy? A-and Peter? What if they-”
“What if they, what? Walk in on us? It wouldn’t be the first time.” Micky simply smiled, not giving up.
Mike let out a sigh and took a step towards him, “Alright. It’s completely rediculous, but… let’s play,” He smiled at the curly-haired man.
Micky nearly squealed with delight and crashed his lips against Mike’s before pulling away, a devilish smile taking over his face, “Now, I’m not gonna say it again… en garde.” He grabbed the base of his cock like a sword.
Mike just grinned. What the hell am I doing? His thoughts were stopped as Micky tapped the side of his dick on his own. Mike grabbed his own member, almost matching Micky’s semi-fighting stance. He took a quick step towards Micky, attempting to strike, only to have his “opponent” back away just out of reach.
Micky just giggled, “Come on, you can do better than that!”
Mike attacked again, and again Micky just moved away. This continued for a few moments, Mike striking and missing, and every now and then, Micky making an attack of his own. They followed each other around the couch twice before making their way to the kitchen.
Mike delivered his last strike, thrusting forward, this time making contact and pinning Micky to the refrigerator. He roughly grinded his crotch against Micky’s as his arms trailed up his body, resting his elbows on either side of Micky’s shoulders.
“Well,” Micky began, licking his lips while tracing Mike’s face with his eyes, “looks like you won.”
One of Mike’s hands trailed back down Micky’s body, reaching around to grab his bare ass, spreading the cheeks and rubbing a rough, calloused finger around his puckered opening, “Not yet.” He flashed a wicked grin as Micky let out a low, guttoral moan.
Micky sucked in his own lower lip at the contact, trailing his fingers up Mike’s chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt at the same time. He laced one hand around the back of Mike’s head, crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Mike parted his lips and their tongues immediately began a fiery duel for dominance.
Mike’s finger breached the tight ring of Micky’s opening, elliciting a loud but muffled moan, before slowly pumping his finger in and out, going deeper and deeper each time.
Micky began to thrust, both against Mike’s finger in his ass, and against his cock grinding against his own.
Mike added another finger, scissoring him as he sped his movements. Micky pulled away from Mike’s mouth and threw his head back, moaning loudly, “Oh fuck! Mike!”
Mike took the opportunity to suck on the bare skin of Micky’s throat, licking and nibbling up and down towards his collarbone.
The Texan pulled his fingers out, resulting in desperate whimpers from Micky, who stared at him through dark, half-lidded and lust-filled eyes. Mike leaned back down to capture his lips again, as he blindly reached for something on the counter. His fingers briefly searched before landing on a specific bottle. He picked it up and checked the label. ‘Olive Oil’ That should work.
Mike opened the bottle as Micky watched him coat his fingers with the slick, fragrant liquid.
“Hey, that’s the expensive stuff!” Micky exclaimed.
“Nothing but the best for you, babe.” Mike whispered, before attacking his lips again. He brought his now slicked fingers back around and entered the tight opening once again.
Micky gasped as the slight coolness from the oil made contact with the heat. The gasp soon gave way to moans as Mike continued his previous movements, scissoring and stretching Micky as much as he could, before pulling his fingers out again.
Mike’s hand trailed along Micky’s outer thigh, pulling it up around his waist before reaching down to his own throbbing member and positioning himself at Micky’s entrance.
He pulled his mouth away from Micky’s to look deep into his eyes as he entered the younger man, the blended sounds of moans and swears so loud, for a brief second Mike worried about their landlord storming over.
That thought quickly died as he was completely sheathed by the younger man, who tensed around his cock. Mike gently massaged the lower part of his spine and placed gentle kisses on his lips and cheeks. No matter how many times they make love or how hard he thrusts, Micky always seemed virgin tight.
Micky relaxed and Mike began to slowly pull out and thrust back into that glorious ass as he listened to the moans that came with each thrust.
Micky swung his other leg around Mike’s waist, allowing more access.
“Ah, fucking shit! Mike!” Micky screamed, curving his back. This was a clear sign that Mike had found the magic spot he was searching for. He picked up his pace, listening to the sounds of ecstacy that came from the other man.
“Fuck! Harder!” Mike grinned, taking pride in the fact that he was the cause of Micky unravelling. He obliged the request, thrusting harder and deeper.
Mike reached down with one hand and grasped Micky’s throbbing cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. He felt his own balls tighten as his own climax drew close.
He leaned down to whisper in Micky’s ear, “Come for me, babe. I wanna see you come hard.” He growled.
This drew Micky over the edge and he released his load all over Mike’s hand and coating both of their stomachs, screaming Mike’s name at the top of his lungs.
The sight was just too much for Mike, who released into Micky’s tight cavern, riding out his climax to the very last thrust, before collapsing to the floor, bringing Micky along with him, both men panting hard, relishing in the afterglow.
It wasn’t long before the front door opened and they heard a very loud and irritated Englishman, “Oh, come on! We eat in there!” Mike and Micky both looked up to find Davy and Peter staring at them. Peter’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he tried in vain to look anywhere besides the two sweaty and sticky men on the floor. Davy just looked annoyed. “Is that the good olive oil?”
Mike looked down at the discarded bottle on the floor, turned over on it’s side spilling it’s contents all over. “Oh, uh… Sorry Dave. Uh, we’ll clean it up.”
“We will?” Micky looked at Mike, not really wanting to do any work.
“Nevermind.” Davy just sounded frustrated, “Just… go get some clothes on. Please?”
Both men uncrumpled themselves, Mike pulling out his already soft dick out of Micky’s ass with a slight hiss, and quickly walked up the spiral staircase and into their shared bedroom. Mike looked back briefly to catch a glance of Davy searching for various cleaning supplies, before closing the door. He looked towards Micky before they both fell into a fit of giggles.
Mike made a mental note to get more olive oil. One bottle for the kitchen, and one for the bedroom.
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