The Music Box

Heat.

Davy slipped his hands away before Peter's could turn his and slap them, he giggled with a smug grin and a waggle of his eyebrows. Peter just wiggled his fingers and made that pouty angry face, asking for a rematch. So Davy scooted closer, the rug on their floor curled a bit under his legs. He hovered his hands above Peter's, feeling a little heat between their skin before letting them rest on his open palms. They fell silent again, glancing up into each others eyes every few seconds. Before Peter quickly turned his hands and....

Davy was able to slide his away without getting smacked yet again. He smiled victoriously while Peter frowned. "Aw, Cheer up, Pete. Not everyone can be as good as me." He teased, poking Peter's arm.

Peter finally returned his grin and Davy was incredibly relieved. He'd thought he had done a pretty bang up job at hiding his awkwardness with the blonde but he'd been momentarily worried he'd done worse than he'd thought.

Davy had done a lot of thinking last night after what Peter had told him about bisexuality. If he was honest to himself, he had been ready to call himself gay even though he knew he was still attracted to women. But he hadn't been aware a person could really be attracted to both until last night. He tilted his head as he observed Peter, the sun lighting up his blonde hair from the window behind him. 'I'm Bisexual.'

Davy snapped himself out of his small daze when he could hear the sound of Peter sucking on his sleeve. He shook his head and reached out, lowering Peter's hand for him. "No, Peter." He commented with that soft tone and Peter chuckled. The sound warmed Davy's chest.

He flickered his eyes down and realized that he was still limply holding onto the edge of Peter's orange sleeve. He retracted as if burned, Peter was quick to notice. "Are you ok, David?" He liked to use Davy's full name when he was concerned, Davy always liked that.

He took a deep breath, ready to brush Peter off when his eyes landed on the music box that sat on his nightstand. Something inside of him went aflame. "There's something on my mind, Pete."

Peter perked up, scooting a little bit closer with that kind look on his face. "Get to it then." He smiled, poking at Davy's knee. Davy chuckled and nodded, rubbing his finger over the inner corner of his eye in thought.

"Well, you see...."Davy started but couldn't really think off how to finish. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Pete, I think I'm bisexual." Davy just blurted it out and cringed a little at his rush to get it out.

Peter blinked and did that kind of wide smile that makes him tilt his head. "That's great." He looked almost proud and Davy suddenly felt incredibly sentimental.

"Y'know Pete, if it weren't for you..." 'in more ways than he's aware of' Davy thought. "I might've never realized..." Davy reached over and took Peters hands. Peter looked down at their hands with an expression Davy almost swore was sad.

"I'm glad I could help." Peter looked back up with a genuinely proud earnest look and shook Davy's hands before sliding them out of his grip. "So, you have anyone special on your mind?" Peter went back to a teasing voice and Davy rolled his eyes kindly.

"Maybe." He challenged, licking his lips. Peter raised his brow.

"Do I know them?" Peter asked and Davy fought back his chuckle, biting his tongue.

"You're pretty close, yes." He nodded and Peter looked off with thought. "They're blonde...." Davy leaned in closer with a little wave of his hand. Peter still looked confused. "It's a him, actually." Davy went on.

"Oh?" Peter sat up straighter and for a moment, he had fiery eyes and Davy was sure it clicked for him. "What kind of car does he drive?"

'And it didn't'

Davy gave a pained expression. "Why does that matter, Peter?"

Peter shrugged. "I don't know, It was the first question I thought of." He smiled and Davy couldn't help but return it.

"He shares a car with his three band mates..." Davy leaned in closer while Peter looked at him with a thoughtful expression. Because Davy was an impatient little runt, he decided he couldn't take this anymore. "It's you, Peter."

Peter blinked in shock before possibly the biggest grin Davy had ever seen spread over his face. "Really? I didn't think it could be me..." Peter spoke with a small gasp and Davy shyly shifted.

"I've been hung up on you for quite a bit...the music box is really what made me face up to things." Davy looked towards it and Peter reached over to grab it, toying with it in his hands.

"Boy am I glad I bought it for you." He flicked it open and 'You Are My Sunshine' started once again. "I've been hung up on you too, David."

Davy blushed and nervously scooted until their knees were touching to hover over the box too. He wasn't sure how to make a move, considering this was Peter and not just some bird. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple as he worked himself up but before he could even decide what to do, Peter opened his palm and set the music box in it. But he didn't pull his hand away, instead he left it laying atop Davy's.

Davy felt the heat in his cheeks again and knew instantly that they were rosy again. "Hey Peter? Can you lean down for a minute?" He asked with a mischievous look. Peter nodded.

"Sure, why-?"

Davy captured his lips just as soon as he leaned down close enough, smirking a bit into the kiss. Peter instantly raised his hand to stroke Davy's cheek. Peter's lips were soft but it was definitely different to any kiss he'd ever had before. It was the best one, no doubt.

Davy pulled back so they could catch their breath and Peter broke into a hug lopsided grin. "We can do that now?" He asked, sort of taken with the idea. Davy chuckled.

"Yeah, we can do that now." Davy nodded and Peter looked curious, Davy's grin widened. "Yes, we can do it again if you'd like."

Peter blushed and shyly leaned down once more for Davy and they captured each others lips again. Davy had never felt so giddy in his life. Sure it had been a little scary to figure out his sexuality but he couldn't have imagined it turning out any better.

This time, Peter broke it up. He leaned back up and the skin around his lips was a little red as he grinned. "I'm proud of you." Peter had that incredibly sincere look on his face and Davy almost felt himself tearing up. It was the last straw when Peter went to stroke his cheek. So Davy just launched himself in his arms, sort of sitting in his lap.

"Thanks Peter."

'I always liked the way Davy said my name...his accent made it sound like he said 'Peta' which is pretty funny-'

His thoughts were interrupted when Davy burrowed his head in the crook of Peter's neck and Peter snuggled closer, liking the warmth and purity of the moment.

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The next part will be the last for The Music Box !