Chapter 17
It was Friday morning and Pete was awake, lying beside a still fast-asleep Mike. He hadn’t slept much, due to being nervous about what was planned for the night. They’d arranged to stay over at Vicky and Ronnie’s flat above the Dive—this weekend was the time the girls were most fertile and they didn’t want any problems like the accident they’d had last month, when Mike had hurt his ankle due to Micky’s roller-skate.
Pete liked to watch Mike sleep. To him Mike was perfect, and Peter was lucky to have him as his partner, someone who accepted him and all his faults and insecurities. Mike had had a few chicks interested in him while they’d been together, but he’d chosen Pete over them, which made him so happy. Mike was his first partner. Pete had never had feelings like he did for Mike for anyone before.
Mike woke and looked up at Pete, who was sitting and leaning on the headboard. “Morning, babe. You been awake long? I bet you’re worrying about tonight, aren’t you? Don’t worry. It’s gonna be all right.”
“You know me too well, don’t you? Yeah, I’m nervous, but at least you’re gonna be there too, my big, strong, gorgeous southern man.” Pete leant down and kissed him on the cheek.
“Aahh, Pete, you’re the good-looking one, not me. I’m so lucky to have you here beside me.”
“No that’s me. Not many people would put up with me like you do. I’m the lucky one. I’m gonna make you some breakfast. You stay there. I’ve got a surprise for you, and you need to conserve your energy. I won’t be long.” Pete put on some pants and a T-shirt and went off to the kitchen.
He was soon busy grilling some bacon, tomatoes and mushrooms and plating it up. He then made some scrambled egg and toast and got a tray ready with tea, coffee and orange juice. He was soon back in the bedroom, where he found Mike still in bed, sitting waiting for him.
“Here you go. I’m spoiling you.” Pete put the tray in front of him and picked up a slice of toast and started to eat it.
Mike picked up his knife and fork and took a mouthful. “This is great! Thanks. Aren’t you having anything apart from toast? I’ll share with you.” He put some egg and tomato on his fork and held it up to Pete, who accepted it from him.
“I’m fine. I’m not too hungry. I’ll grab some fruit. Think my nerves are affecting my stomach but I’ll be okay. This is a treat for you—eat it up.”
“We’ve got the guys from the TV network coming around to do some filming too, remember. Luckily it’s just like a getting to know us interview for all of us, but we need to be careful. You know what I mean and why?” Mike gave Pete a knowing look.
“Yeah, I understand. No showing that we’re together, and watch what I say to them.”
“Good. Let’s get this breakfast finished and get on with the busy day we’ve got ahead.” Mike ate the rest of the food, Pete helped himself to another slice of toast, and after that they got dressed and headed out to the living room. Mike made sure it was looking tidy enough.
Micky was heading down the spiral staircase with Davy not far behind him. “Mike, things don’t have to be perfect you know! What do you think people are gonna think of four young guys living together—they won’t be expecting a palace! The pad’s fine the way it is.”
Sam from the network turned up within the hour with two cameramen and they soon got set up in the living room area. “Let’s start with some music first. You guys okay with that? Maybe have you rehearsing your set for tomorrow night?”
“Sure, that’s cool.” Micky sat at his drumkit while the others picked up their instruments and started with I’m a Believer.
“Do about three numbers, then we’ll get on with the interviews.” Sam was pointing at the guys, telling the cameramen what to film, to concentrate on Micky while he was singing. They went into She Hangs Out and the cameraman moved onto Davy, which made him make put more into his performance, smiling harder to the camera. Mike started the intro into Stepping Stone, letting the attention go back to Micky.
Afterward, Sam got the cameras set up ready to do a short interview with each of them, but before they got started, there was a knock at the door. Micky answered it finding Coco at the other side. “This isn’t an awkward time to visit, is it?” She asked looking over at the cameras. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be starting the filming yet…would it be okay if I hung around?”
“Of course. That’s no problem, and who might you be, young lady?” Sam asked her, standing up to take her hand and kiss it. She didn’t get chance to answer though.
“This is my little sister, Coco,” Micky said, staring straight at her, knowing exactly why she’d come around—she must have been told by his mom yesterday, he thought.
“I’m Sam. Nice to meet you,” he said as he encouraged her to come and sit beside him. “You’re not seeing any of Micky’s friends here, are you?” he asked her.
“No, I’m single. I split up with my boyfriend last week. We just grew apart. I’m a singer, too, just like Micky. We come from a showbiz family—our mom and dad were in movies and plays.”
Micky was looking annoyed that Sam was paying so much attention to Coco, and how she was enjoying it and flirting back with him. He coughed loudly. “Who do you want to interview first? How about Davy here?” Micky pushed him onto the chair that had been placed in front of the camera.
Davy happily sat down. “Ready when you are, Sam?”
“Okay…well then, tell us all about yourself, Davy. I hear you came here all the way from England. Do you like living here in California? I bet you enjoy the weather we have here.”
“Yeah, I’m from Manchester in the north of England. Who wouldn’t love it over here? The cold and rain verses the sun, sea and sand that’s just a short walk away? I came over here as an actor, but met the guys and joined the band, and I’ve had a great time since. It’s like one big family.”
“So how old are you and is there any special girl in your life?”
“I’m only twenty years old and I’m single right now. I’ve yet to meet that special girl yet, but I’m always on the lookout for her,” Davy answered.
Micky whispered to Mike, “He’s definitely trying out as many chicks as he can, working his way through the whole of South California too.” He laughed.
Davy answered more questions, telling Sam about his past acting jobs and what he hoped for the future for him and the band, and also about his family and older sisters back home in England.
Next Micky was in the hot seat. “I’m Micky. I’m twenty-one and I’m a local here from LA. I’m also from an acting background. I started as a young child and even did commercials. My parents were both actors. Mom was from Texas and my dad from Italy. I have three younger sisters and I’ve got a girlfriend called Gemma who’s also from LA.”
“So you’re the drummer and lead singer in the band?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, me and Davy sing most of our songs. I also play the guitar. I’m into science and inventing things. Let me show you my latest project.” Micky got something from the garage, but he couldn’t get it to work, and suddenly they all smelt burning. Micky laughed. “It’s something that needs some more work, I guess.”
“So should we interview Coco? Would you like to tell us what you think of your brother and the band? Have you been to many of their gigs?” Coco declined. Micky was glaring straight at her, mouthing ‘Don’t you dare’ at her. Sam asked her if she would be at the gig on Saturday. The film crew would be there, taping the band playing. She nodded.
Sam suggested a break and maybe a coffee, which Mike went and made. It was decided he’d go next. He pulled Pete over to the kitchen with him. “We can’t say anything about us being together. Remember we don’t know how people would react, and it’s the last thing we want going public. Remember what I said earlier? We need to be careful, okay?”
Pete nodded and took a tray of coffees over to the living room, putting it on the coffee table for everyone to help themselves.
Mike sat down in front of the camera. “You ready for me now? I’m Mike, I play lead guitar and sing in the band, I also write most of the songs for the group, I’m twenty-three and from Texas. I came here for the music scene. I served some time in the air force but that didn’t work out too good, but I’m happy with my life now. I’m in a band with my friends who are like brothers to me. We all live together in this house and get on so well.”
“So no girlfriend on the scene for you, Mike?” was Sam’s next question.
“No, no girl in my life. I wanna concentrate on the band and my music.” He briefly sneaked a look over at Pete and smiled, then answered a few more questions about LA and living near the beach.
Pete was up next and he looked really nervous about being filmed and clammed up a bit at first.
“So, Pete, tell us a few things about yourself. I hear you’re from the east coast?” Sam started the questions, trying to ease him in.
“I’m Pete, the bassist. I’m twenty-four. I was born in Washington DC, but spent most of my life in Connecticut, but moved around a lot as a child due to my father’s work, even spending some time in Berlin when my dad was in the army. I came to California from New York, where I lived in Greenwich Village playing the banjo and guitar in coffee houses.”
“So you’ve finally settled down. I bet you find it different from the north east? I lived in Boston for three months and could not get on with the cold weather.”
“Yeah, it’s much warmer over here, and I enjoy living at the beach, here in the pad with my best friends. Music is my life. I play bass, guitar, banjo, french horn, piano, organ and other keyboard-style instruments. I started playing when I was nine, and I’ve never wanted to do anything else.”
“So no girlfriend for you either, Pete?” Sam asked.
“No, Micky’s the only one of us with a girl, and they’re very happy together,” he answered.
Sam decided to pack up for the day, just as two neighbors turned up; Nyles to ask them to a party and Mrs. Purdy brought them a cake. She’d been busy baking and made extra for them. There had also been a few interruptions on the phone from three girls calling to talk to Davy.
“Is it always quite busy around here?” Sam asked.
Micky nodded. “You’ll get to see all the girls going mad for Davy in the club tomorrow. My girlfriend will be there too. Have you been to the Dive before?” he asked Sam.
“Once or twice. The staff are friendly. It’s okay—I know about the girl who runs the place and her sexual preferences. One of my friends found out when he asked her out. It was so funny to see him turned down. The chicks are normally over him.”
“Sounds like him and Davy would get along! The manager is a good friend of ours, so it’s good to hear you have no problem with her. She’s been good to us. We’ll see you tomorrow night. I’m looking forward to being filmed. I hope people like us,” Micky said to Sam as he was saying goodbye to him outside.
“Well, bye, and see you tomorrow. By the way, I hope you’re cool with me asking your sister out. She’s a cool, good-looking girl and I’ll treat her well,” Sam reassured Micky, having seen Micky watching him as he was talking to Coco earlier.
The guys had dinner later and chatted about how they thought the day had gone. Davy was hoping he’d come across well when he’d talked about chicks.
“I doubt anything will put the chicks off you. The show might even get more interested in you.” Micky laughed, stuffing his face with mashed potatoes. They ate some of the cake Mrs. Purdey had brought round earlier and it was so nice. Micky and Davy added ice cream to their slices.
Mike and Pete were soon ready to head off to spend the night at Ronnie and Vicky’s. Micky came up and hugged them both. “I hope it all goes well for you. Tell the girls good luck.”
“Yeah, we’ll be keeping everything crossed for you. I’m sure you’ll get them both knocked up,” Davy said, trying to lighten the mood a little and get a reaction from the others. Micky just laughed at him.
Soon Mike and Pete were in the Monkeemobile, on their way to the Strip. Mike looked over at Pete who he could tell was nervous. He reached over and squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry. Everything’s gonna be all right. We’ll be there soon. We can do this, babe.”
“Thanks, Michael. You always know the right thing to say. One more reason I love you.” Pete gave Mike his usual dimpled smile, which he knew Mike loved to see.
Soon they were pulling up outside the Dive and heading into the club.
Christine shouted them over to the bar when she saw them and got them both a drink. Mike managed to persuade Pete to have a small beer to calm his nerves. Ronnie came down about five minutes later when they were at a table waiting for her.
“Hi, Mike, Pete. You wanna come upstairs? Vicky’s up there, and we’ve already opened a bottle of wine.”
They both followed her up to the apartment’s living room. Vicky got up and gave them each a big hug. She whispered in Pete’s ear that she was nervous, hence the wine.
“Don’t worry, me too,” he answered her, as she filled four glasses, handing them over to the others.
“We’ve tried to make the spare bedroom as comfortable as we can for you, and we’re both gonna go downstairs so you can have plenty of privacy,” Ronnie said, drinking her wine.
They went in and there was soft lighting, lots of pillows on the bed, some candles on the nightstand and incense burning. Pete took a look. “Perfect” He smiled at Mike and pulled him into the room. Mike shut the door behind them as Pete went and sat on the bed.
Mike sat beside him and they started kissing. The wine had worked to calm Pete’s nerves, Mike thought. Soon two sets of nimble fingers were swiftly undoing buttons and removing clothing, and then were both naked and in each other’s arms. Mike gazed all over Pete’s lean muscled arms and chest, stroking and caressing his nipples, eventually replacing his fingers with his mouth, tenderly biting and sucking each one.
Mike sat back against the headboard and pulled Pete close to him. He moved some of the pillows and found a couple of magazines underneath, They looked European and the top one had a cute blonde on the front. I prefer the blond I’ve got here in my arms. “I bet the girls thought these might help us,” he said to Pete.
“Well only one thing here that interests me and I’m looking at him.” Pete moved his hand farther down Mike’s body, running his fingers through his hairy chest, then, slowing, went in a southern direction.
Mike picked up the magazines and dropped them on the floor. “We can take these home for Micky, add to his bathroom reading material. Well, he won’t understand a word of them, but I’m sure he’ll enjoying looking at the pictures.”
Pete was giggling at that comment. He pushed Mike down and got on top of him, moving slowly, their erections causing friction together “You enjoying this?” He smiled to Mike.
“Sure am, babe.” Mike put his hand around Pete’s and brought both of them to their cocks. “Let’s make this a joint pleasure for both of us. I love watching you get off and come just for me. That sparkle in your eyes when I make you come undone is gorgeous and for my eyes only.”
“I hope my eyes aren’t like Davy’s when he sees a cute chick.”
“No. Yours are much better.” Mike moved their hands together faster. “Oh my god, Pete, s’good.” He kissed Pete, bitting his bottom lip gently. Soon Mike had a good rhythm going, just like they did together onstage. Mike knew it wouldn’t be long before they’d both be reaching a climax.
Mike had noticed two containers discreetly hidden under a pillow, and he got them both and had them ready. He tried to make the move as subtle as he could but there was really no other way to do what was needed. Mike brought the pot to Pete’s cock as he started to come first, covering Mike’s hand as well as filling the container.
“You gonna help me, Pete?” He gently put the last container in Petes hands just as he started to reach his peak. Pete stroked his cock more until he was spent and he’d deposited his sample. “Sorry that part wasn’t so romantic babe, but let’s rest a little and, well, we’ve got all night.”
Mike lay back on the bed in a relaxed mood, giving Pete another kiss. Pete put the tops on the containers and climbed into some shorts he’d brought. He bent down and caressed Mike’s cheek. “I’ll go shout one of the girls and I’ll be back to join you,” he whispered in Mikes ear.
“No problem.” Mike watched him leave the room, Vicky had just come up the stairs and nearly bumped into Pete, but he kept a tight hold of the pots, not wanting any accidents this time. “Here you go. Fingers crossed we’re lucky this time.” He smiled at her.
“Thanks so much.” She hugged Pete tightly as Ronnie joined them. Pete took one of the containers from Vicky, checked it and passed it to Ronnie. Vicky saw both pots looked a little different and he’d made sure Ronnie got a certain one, but she decided not to question him about that, Pete noticed her puzzled look. “Oh I broke a lid and changed it, was just making sure everything was ok with it now.
The girls went to their room and Pete returned to join Mike. Mike was already fast asleep so Pete decided he’d cuddle up to him and soon he was sleeping in Mike’s arms, hoping that Mike wouldn’t mind what he’d done.
He really wanted to make sure he would become a father, to have a baby of his own, and couldn't help thinking that maybe he and Vicky made more sense…as did Mike and Ronnie. And so he'd meddled a little, ensuring Vicky got his sample, and Ronnie, Mike’s.