Caught Red-Handed

The Fun Begins

Peter is queer. He's the most queer person he's ever met. And he's in love with the most unqueer person in his life. Michael Nesmith. Why did he have to be so fucking hot? He thought as he laid in his bed, thinking about some extraordinarily sexy scenes between him and Michael. Michael pouncing on him and making out with him, Michael teasingly rubbing his crotch, Michael this, and Michael that. Oh, that Southern accent speaking dirty words to him was so dreamy. He really hoped that Davy couldn't hear him lightly moaning. He couldn't take it anymore and got up silently to "relieve himself". Much to his surprise, he saw Davy staring right at him, sporting his own erection. Davy suddenly blushed, "Oh! Um...Petah!". Peter was just as surprised as Davy was. "How long?", Peter asked with a hint of force. "Every night that you thought about him Petah. I'm sorry". "Wait...You know?..". Peter asked very confusingly. "Of course I know, like I said, I hear you every night", the Brit responded fearfully that Peter would attack him or something. Peter checked the clock, 3:30 a.m. He had time before Michael woke at 6. Peter got closer to Davy's bed and cuddled up next to the tiny man. "Petah please don't kill me" Davy said with a scared expression and tears in his eyes. "I'm not gonna kill you Davy" Peter said reassuringly. "In fact, I think we should relieve each other". Peter went straight for Davy's lips pressing against them. Davy started moaning against Peter's lips. Davy loved the feel of their lips together. Davy's repeated moaning sent Peter straight to sexual overdrive. These two were gonna have some early mornin' "fun".