Chapter 11
Mike didn’t say anything to Pete about his conversation with the girls when he got back to the pad, because Pete wasn’t waiting for him. There was a note on the kitchen table, explaining he’d been tired and had gone to bed at about ten o’clock. It was now nearly one in the morning, so Mike decided to head straight to bed himself. I’ll talk to Pete in the morning, tell him what they want us to do today. How do I approach this? he thought just before he fell asleep, cuddling up to Pete.
Mike woke early and decided not to wake Pete. He had a lot on his mind. He went over last night’s talk with Vicky many times in his head, trying to figure out how to tell Pete. He sat out on the sun deck with a strong black coffee he felt he needed.
He heard a noise in the living room, so looked through the open back door to see who was moving around in there. Micky, getting a bowl of cereal. “Morning, Mike.”
“Morning, Micky. I didn’t expect you back home this early.” Mike looked at his watch—it was only eight thirty.
“Gemma dropped me off on her way to work. I might eat this first, got things planned for the rest of the day. You been up long?” he asked before putting a spoonful of frosted flakes in his mouth.
“Nearly two hours. Didn’t sleep too well…too much on my mind.” He wasn’t sure if telling Micky before Pete would be a good idea, but he desperately needed to talk to someone.
“Yeah, you look a bit tense—everything okay?”
“Things are moving faster than I expected, and I gotta talk to Pete.”
“Anything I can help with?” Micky asked before having another mouthful of his breakfast.
“Not really.”
Micky picked up one of the pamphlets Pete had been reading to him yesterday.
“It’s about that.” Mike pointed to the one Micky was glancing through.
“Ah, okay, I understand. You got the all clear from the doc, then?”
“Yeah, all four of us. Vicky told me she and Ronnie need us to do our part earlier than I expected, as they’re both nearly at the best time for them to get pregnant.” Mike was getting a little flushed just thinking about it.
“So they need the goods as soon as possible, and you’ve not told Pete yet. It should be easy! All you gotta do is go into the john and rub one out. I got some magazines if you need any inspiration.”
“Micky, no thanks. I don’t need your help.”
“No problem. Well, I’m heading out soon. Coco’s picking me up—Mom’s having friends over so needs us to help her get prepared. It’ll be nice to see some of Dad’s old friends.”
“You taking Gemma to meet your mom?”
“She’s gonna come after she finishes at work—well after she’s gone home and got changed. Mom’s met her before. I want to show them both that I’m serious about her.” Micky stood and put his dish in the sink with the rest left from the day before.
Mike went over to him. “Leave that. I’ll get the dishes washed and dried—you go get ready, and make sure that you tidy your stuff up around the place. Put your magazines back in your room and move those damn roller-skates before someone has an accident. Now please, Micky.”
“Thanks, Mike. Listen, I’m sure Pete will take your news well. He wants children and the sooner you start, the quicker the girls get pregnant, don’t you think? Go tell him! No time like the present.”
Micky started climbing the spiral staircase after he’d tidied up a bit. He stopped halfway, looking down at Mike. “Go on, do it now. Get it over and done with. I don’t know when Davy will be back, so it looks like you’ll have the pad to yourselves for the rest of the day.”
“Okay, if it gets you off my back. I’ll just finish these first.” Micky mouthed ‘Go Now’ at him, and stayed where he was until Mike went into his and Pete’s bedroom.
Pete was awake and sitting up in bed. “Morning, Michael.” He smiled at him. “Look, the spots I can see have more or less gone. Do you want to check if they’re all gone in any other places?”
“Okay, no problem.” Mike checked his back, nape and couldn’t resist a squeeze of Pete’s ass cheeks when he checked there. “All looks good to me. Just a few left, and no pock marks. You have done well. By the way, there’s something we need to talk about.”
“Oh? What? Is something wrong—did the gig not go well?”
“The gig was fine., Davy played good. I need to write more for the keyboard for you, get him on bass more often. You can go through more songs with him?” Pete nodded to say yeah, he would. “We need to discuss about what we’re doing for Ronnie and Vicky. We’re kinda against the clock…things are moving a lot faster than I originally thought.”
Mike briefly paused and Pete gave him a puzzled look. “Well, Vicky told me last night they’re both coming up to the perfect time to try, and, well, they need the goods from us as soon as possible.”
“Oh my god! That’s not much notice. So when?” Pete asked him, taking Mike’s hand.
“Today. You feeling up to it? Think you’ve got the energy to, well…” He reached down under their bed. “They’ve sent these pots for us to use for the sperm.” He placed the bag on the bed.
“Wow! I think I’m okay. So how we gonna do this? What do you think’s best?” Pete opened the bag, taking out one of the sample containers. “These aren’t very big…do we need to fill it? Did you ask them that?”
“No, I didn’t think of that. There was enough to try and take in as it was. I was there on my own, you know. It’s funny, though, Vicky is planning changing Ronnie’s diet as well.”
“So how we gonna do this? I mean, I know what we’ve got to do, but I don’t think this should feel clinical…we need to make it enjoyable.” Pete put his hand on Mike’s crotch and rubbed. “Are we alone in the pad? I know I heard Micky’s voice.”
“He’s getting ready to go out, some family thing with his mom, sisters and some friends.”
“I imagine Davy’s out with a chick from last night as usual, so I guess we've got the house to ourselves for a while. Shall we make the most of it.” He whispered the last part in Mike’s ear.
“Why not? Let me just check if Micky’s left, and you get yourself ready for me. I shouldn’t be long.”
Mike was back a few minutes later. “He’s gone. We’re on our own, babe, and you’re definitely already ready for me, aren’t you?” Mike gazed over at the bed where Pete was lying naked and waiting. He didn’t waste any time with the buttons on his shirt, just pulling it straight over his head.
“Come on, we need these off too.” Pete started to unzip Mike’s jeans, and was nearly hit in the face by Mike’s erection when he pulled them down to his knees. “You are too, babe. Can’t wait to get my mouth around that,” he said before taking Mike’s full length in one swallow.
“Mmmm, s’good.” Mike was soon moaning and holding on to Pete’s head, grabbing onto his hair. “Oh, Pete, keep doing that,” Mike shouted as he thrust in and out of Pete’s mouth, looking down into Pete’s eyes, who was watching the pleasured look on Mike’s face.
“I’m gonna…oh my god, get the pot.” Mike shouted, pulling out from Pete’s lips and coming into the plastic container. Pete was smirking at him. “Hey, it’s your turn now, babe—you think you can manage or do you need some help?” Pete put the top onto the container and smiled at Mike.
“Well, do you want to help me? I am still recuperating from chicken pox, and you have been tending to me needs so well,” Pete replied, lying back, resting his head on his pillow. Giving Mike a wicked look, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist him, he moved one hand down to his cock.
“Hey, let me do that for you, after what you just did for me.” Mike moved Pete’s hand and reached over to kiss him, pressing their lips together and soon opening Pete’s with his tongue, which was never hard to do. Pete was a pushover when it came to kissing. He found it so intimate, and gave back as good as he got, which Mike dug.
He made a fist around Pete’s cock and started moving his hand up and down, encouraging Pete to thrust at the same time. He was already getting flushed—Mike knew exactly how to work and bring him to his climax. Mid-kiss, Pete started to have a coughing fit. Mike stopped quickly and stroked his cheek. “You okay?”
Pete nodded and mouthed need water please. Mike got Pete’s glass from the bedside table and passed it to him. Pete sipped slowly, then drank the lot in one go. “Sorry about that.”
“What’s the matter, babe? You okay now?” Mike asked, rubbing his hands through the hair on Pete’s chest soothingly.
“Yes, thanks. Nothing’s wrong, but I kinda spoiled the moment though, didn’t I? Sorry,” he replied.
“No, I’m sure I can get you going again.” Mike smiled at Pete to reassure him. “Don’t worry, babe, you’ve not been yourself for a few days. Things will get back to normal. Well, things are improving,” Mike said as he had Pete getting hard again within a few minutes.
“Well, things are looking up.” Pete laughed.
“Hey, quit the laughing if you want me to do this, or you can finish yourself off and I can just sit here watching and admiring the view.”
Pete didn’t protest and started thrusting into Mike’s fist again. Mike pulled Pete close to him and started kissing him again, trying to resume from where they were interrupted earlier.
Mike could sense Pete was about to come as he started to tense his body and arch his back. Mike picked up the other pot and got it ready for Pete to come into, some going over his hand as well.
“Hey, at least it only took me one attempt, unlike you.” Mike grinned at Pete, pulling a face and sticking his tongue out. He put both containers to one side and cuddled up to Pete. “So you think we should indicate whose pot is which? They look pretty full, but I hope there’s enough.”
“They don’t need too much, the doctor told me. They have to transfer it to a syringe—glad we don’t have to help with that part. Can we just have a bit of time alone, make the most of things until you call the girls and let them know that we managed it?”
“Sure we can. Come here, babe.” Mike pulled Pete into a tight embrace and he rested his head on Mike’s chest, running his fingers through Mike’s chest hair. “My Mikey bear, warm, fuzzy and very cuddly mmm…life can’t get any more perfect than this,” Pete said, looking into Mike’s brown eyes. Mike ran his fingers through Pete’s silky hair in thanks.
They must have fell asleep afterward, because when Mike checked his watch when he heard someone banging on the front door, over an hour had passed. He quickly put on a T-shirt and his boxers, then put the plastic containers in a bag to take them as he left their bedroom—it might be one of the girls, coming around to check on them.
He opened the front door but there was nobody there—whoever had been there had probably got bored with waiting and left. He turned around, not really looking where he was going, and suddenly started falling backward. Mike felt nothing below him for a minute then crashed onto the floor on his ass, knocking over a chair as he went down.
Pete came out of the room just as Mike was slipping. “Ooh, babe careful, watch Micky’s roller skates,” he called, but of course his warning was too late. Pete ran over to where Mike was laid out. “You okay? You dropped something.” Pete picked the bag up and put it on the side. “Let me help you up—do you think you can manage to get to the couch if I support you?”
Mike nodded and winced a bit, reaching behind him to rub his ass, he tried to sit up.
“Where does it hurt, Michael?”
“I think I’ve damaged my coccyx, just under the sacrum. I can see you trying to stop yourself laughing! It ain’t funny, Pete! I’m in agony here. Come on and help me up.”
Pete helped and supported his weight as they walked slowly over to the couch, and Mike tried his best to get comfortable, he eventually laid down “You want some painkillers? We’ve got those strong ones the doctor gave me. I ought to call her—just hope you haven’t injured yourself too bad. You missing a gig would not be good.”
“No, nothing yet just in case. Yeah call her—she still owes us for causing you to get chicken pox,” Mike said and Pete picked up the phone and dialled.
“She’ll be here in about thirty minutes,” Pete announced.
“I can’t believe Micky. I’m gonna kill him, or wring that scrawny neck of his. I told the damn fool to tidy his mess up. He’s taking over the damn pad with his hobbies and stupid inventions. Sorry for taking it out on you, babe. I know it’s not your fault. I wonder who was at the door though.”
“Don’t worry about it. If it was anything important, they’ll come back, I imagine.” Pete went over and picked the bag up and passed it to Mike. “Are these the containers we just filled?”
“Yeah. I better check they’re okay.” Mike opened the bag to see one was cracked and some of the sperm had seeped out. He turned the container upside down onto its lid. “I hope there’s still enough here.”
“Ooh, I’d better call Vicky or Ronnie and explain that we can’t come over with them. I’m sure they’ll be willing to come get them themselves. How do we know which pot is whose? They look identical.” Pete went back over to the phone and called the girls.
About five minutes later, he came back over to Mike and sat next to him. “They’re both on their way and I started up the machine, so I can make you a strong cup of coffee.”
“Thanks, babe. I guess we should have put our initials on the containers, but I doubt it matters. We won’t know which of them uses which sperm, will we? Let’s just hope it works—I’d rather not go through that again. I know we perform on stage for a living, but that kinda performing to order is not to be repeated again, babe. Fingers crossed.”
“Yeah it took the fun out of it a little. If we have to do it again—and like you say, hopefully not—we have to think of a better scenario for it…make it more romantic. That could be better.” Pete smiled and took Mike’s hand, pulled it up to his lips and kissed it, moving to Mikes lips. “I’ll make you feel better, Michael.”
The doctor arrived not much later and confirmed Mike had bruised his coccyx and told him to rest for a while and take painkillers if he needed them. She didn’t charge either, saying she was passing this way on her way home anyway. Pete and Mike thought she still felt a little guilty about things, though.
Just as she was leaving, Ronnie and Vicky arrived. They said hello and goodbye to the doctor and came through to the living room.
Vicky looked over at Mike. “How’d you get in such a state? You two haven’t had much luck lately.”
“He slipped on one of Micky’s roller skates and fell on his ass.” Pete couldn’t resist laughing.
“You just had to say it, didn’t you, babe. This pain ain’t a joke, you know—Micky would be crying like a little baby. Might still be when I get a hold of him.” Mike tried to sit up a little better, wincing.
“Come on, get yourself comfy. I’ll massage your…back later. That’ll help make you feel better,” Pete said, as he rubbed Mike’s shoulders…and noticing something starting to stir in his lap.
Mike covered himself with his hands, staring at Pete. “Careful! Remember we’ve got company here.” He pointed over to their guests. Pete mouthed Sorry to them all.
Vicky just laughed. “You two are so sweet, and perfect together. I’m glad we asked you to help us. Speaking of that, do you have something for us?” Vicky’s eyes lit up like a child at Christmas.
Mike held the bag up and Ronnie came over and took it from him. “Thanks for this,” she said.
“You might not be so happy when you look…I dropped them when I fell. One pot cracked and I don’t know if there’s enough for you to use.”
Ronnie had a look. “You’ve salvaged quite a bit of it, we’ll still be able to try with what’s here. I guess it’s a surprise which is whose.” She laughed
“Never mind. I made you a cake as a thank-you. I hope you feel better soon, Mike. Sorry to run out on you but don’t you think we better get home, Ronnie? I think we’re gonna be busy for a while,” Vicky stated to her. “Bye, guys, and keep everything crossed for us! See you at the gig on Wednesday.”
“Well that’s over and done with for now, and you’ve finished your coffee, so how about we go into our room, you get naked and I’ll massage your back and coccyx and make everything better?” Pete helped Mike up, putting his arm around his waist. “Come with me.” He winked.