"Stranded"
Part VII
By Paula C.
"Whoa man," he whispered, looking back at Mike's sleeping form.
David looked down at the ground. "Yeah, why would you want me if you already got him?” Davy tipped his head toward Mike.
Micky was wondering what the hell was going on with everyone. He wanted Mike, and Mike wanted him. Now Davy wanted him, but did he want Davy? And Peter, what about him? He was out of his mind.
Micky looked to Davy, "Wait here," he told him, and went to check on Mike once more. His sleeping was light, but steady. He would sleep for sometime, especially after Micky had given him release. Then he went to Peter, and he seemed to be asleep too. Micky returned to Davy and took his hand to lead
him just out of the camp area.
**
Peter had feigned sleep when Micky approached him. He didn't want to deal with Micky right then and he was already upset with what he saw. He gave a sigh of relief once Micky and Davy moved away from of the camp. He was feeling jealousy; he loved Davy. 'Why did Davy kiss Micky? He was supposed to be loving me,' he thought. He sat up from his make shift bed and moved to sit before the fire to contemplate what was going on around him.
**
Micky settled to sit down against a tree. He wanted to talk to Davy about what was going on between them. "Come on Davy, I want to talk to you and if you feel something for me, you won't mind humoring me."
He motioned Davy to sit beside him, but Davy sat on his lap instead and cradled his head against Micky's good shoulder. He gave a sigh, letting his emotional turmoil release, knowing someone, Micky, was there for him.
"That was a loaded comment," Micky whispered.
"Micky?" he said in a quiet voice that Micky had to strain to hear. "I'm scared."
"We all are, babe."
"I mean really scared. Mike is hurt bad, and Peter is out of his mind. I don't know if we can overcome this?"
"We overcame other things. We can make it."
Davy had his doubts, but there was one thing he wanted to accomplish. He always had an eye on Micky, but put the thought down because Micky wasn't the type to love a guy. Yet seeing him with Mike…he had to tell him. Davy raised his chin and brought his lips to Micky's.
Micky tried to resist, but between having Davy on his lap and a tree trunk behind him, he was stuck. Davy's lips were insistent to have entry to Micky's mouth. Micky opened, allowing Davy in. The taste of
Davy's mouth was sweeter than Mike's.
'Damn he tasted good,' Micky thought. He tried to bring his hand up to cradle him and moaned in pain from his arm.
Davy drew back and looked at Micky's face. "My shoulder hurts like hell."
"Infection?"
"I don't know."
Davy got up. "I'm sorry Micky. I was thinking totally about me. You're hurt too."
"Man you are a fucking tease," Micky ground out.
"I'm not," Davy's anger started, making him raise his voice.
"Then prove it.” Micky challenged him.
** **
Peter sat by the fire, thinking about why Davy had betrayed him with Micky. "Davy is mine," he chanted before the fire, rocking with the rhythm. He looked towards the forest where they had gone into.
In the clear night he could hear them talking. Then Davy's voice raised in anger.
Peter looked over to Mike, how would he feel if he knew Micky was with Davy, alone in the forest.
** **
Davy went to his knees and started to open Micky's pants where he found Micky's hard-on. Davy took his cock in his hands and gave it a firm squeeze. Micky brought his hips up with the movement. Davy lowered his head to kiss the tip of Micky's cock. He circled the head with his tongue, then brought his
mouth around Micky's rod.
Micky moaned to the feeling of having Davy's warm, wet mouth surrounding him.
Davy heard the moan and doubled his efforts to make Micky moan some more.
** ** **
Peter looked back into the fire and rocked to his mental chanting. Then he heard a moan. It was Micky's voice.
He looked once more to Mike, thinking how his temper would flare if he knew Micky was out in the forest with Davy. He moved next to Mike, "Mike," he whispered.
Mike opened his eyes a little, "What is it shotgun?"
"Listen," he whispered.
They both could hear Micky's moans. Mike sat up to see that both Davy and Micky were gone from the camp.
** ** **
Micky laid against the tree, eyes closed, letting the sensation wash over him. He brought his good hand to Davy's hair, pulling him closer.
Davy took as much as he could, and sucked and licked Micky's cock. Micky rocked his hips in the rhythm that was set between them.
Micky felt the draw within him and came in Davy's mouth with a loud groan
Davy sat back on his knees, looking at Micky's closed face. "Micky?" he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"With a mouth like that you can enjoy life, man."
"You sound like you're drugged out?"
"In a way I am." Micky opened his eyes. "Why me? Why now?"
Davy looked to the ground once more. "Because you're Micky. You take life in stride, and I have always admired that. And now, I don't even think anyone will find us. You and Mike had made your move, I figured to make mine."
"Don't say anything to Mike."
"I won't say a word to him. He'll knock me into tomorrow if he knew. I hate his temper."
Micky nodded. Even sick Mike's temper could be a serious episode to deal with.
"Let's get back and check on Mike and Peter."
** **
Mike heard the loud groan, it was Micky's voice, he knew that groan from his own experience with the curly haired mate.
"What the fuck?” Mike growled out. He tried to get up but was weak from his earlier exertion with Micky. "Peter? What's going on?"
Peter played innocent, shrugging like he didn't know anything.
Across the camp Micky and Davy returned seeing that Mike and Peter were awake.
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