Round Robin "Stranded" Part VIII By Jonah's Girl
	As Micky and Davy approached the camp Mike's glare shifted rapidly from one to the other.  Micky's eyes would not meet his.  Micky was ashamed…he was hiding something.  He tried Davy's eyes.  Davy met Mike's stare and…licked his lips?  'That bastard!'  Mike thought.  The pain and fatigue Mike had been feeling for days suddenly left him.  In a flash Mike picked his leg up and kicked Davy hard in the stomach.  Davy instantly doubled over…gasping, retching, and clutching his stomach.  Mike brought his knee up under Davy's chin and slammed into it.  The impact caused Davy to nearly bite through his tongue.  Blood began to pour out of Davy's mouth.  Mike took a step back and looked at Davy.  Then, as though in slow motion, Mike fell back into a sitting position, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Peter stared in horror, frozen in his tracks.  Micky's feet seemed to be frozen, yet his gaze switched from Davy, who was now crumpled on the ground to Mike who still sat sprawled a few feet away.  "Shit!"  Mike said, "Shit, shit, shit!" Some gurgling, choking sounds came out of Davy.  Micky didn't know who to go to.  Mike, whom he had recently declared his love for, or Davy who Micky had just been intimate with minutes before and was just beginning to sort out his feelings for.  Davy's gasps began to sound desperate.  Micky took a step towards Davy.  Suddenly Peter's voice boomed, "Stay away from him!"  Peter, suddenly able to move, rushed to Davy's side.  Davy was somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness still in a crumpled bleeding ball.  Peter was still wearing the charred pilot's shirt, which was not useful to soak up the blood, so he pulled Davy's shirt up and began to gently wipe some of the blood away from his mouth.  Peter maneuvered Davy across his knees so at least the blood was not interfering with his breathing. Micky continued to watch in horror.  He had not moved again since Peter shouted at him.  Mike still sat just a few feet away, shaking his head and continuing to mutter under his breath.  Micky's thoughts felt tangled in his head.  Mike's temper has always been something to be careful of, but this violent attack on a band mate unnerved Micky.  'I love this man,' Micky thought…'but what if he ever got mad at me?'  And Davy?  He looked like he might be seriously hurt.  Blood had been coming out of his mouth for some time.  That sweet tasting mouth that had just brought him so much pleasure…Davy would not be giving any more blowjobs tonight Micky thought for a moment.  Oh my GOD!  He knows!  Mike knows!  That's why he attacked Davy's mouth like that…what a bastard!  As these thoughts continued to twist around in Micky's head, Peter picked Davy up in his arms and carried him away from the camp. Peter's mind could think only one thought….'My Davy, my Davy, my Davy.'  At first he headed toward the stream, but something compelled him onward.  Davy did not seem to be conscious at all right now.  Peter continued walking, keeping the stream within sight at all times.  Some part of his brain knew he would need the water when he stopped.  Eventually, Peter found a spot where a tree had fallen across the stream.  Branches and leaves were trapped by it and the water below the fallen tree seemed clearer.  He sat close the edge of the steam keeping Davy in his arms.  Carefully he removed Davy's blood drenched shirt and rinsed it in the stream.  He used the wet shirt to carefully wipe Davy's face.  Peter could finally see the blood had been coming from Davy's tongue, which had now begun to swell.  At least the bleeding had slowed down a lot.  Peter had to keep Davy in a sitting up position to avoid the blood running down his throat.  As he held the wet shirt to Davy's mouth he began to unconsciously rock back and forth.  "You're mine, you're mine, you're mine….”  Came softly from his lips.  Tentatively, he kissed the side of Davy's face.  Then he kissed it again.  Davy's shirtless body was shaking in Peter's arms.  'I need to warm him...' thought Peter.  The best way to do that was with his own body.  Without dislodging Davy from his lap, Peter removed the charred pilot's shirt.  Now he had his warm skin again skin.  He began to rub his hands and arms all around Davy's chest in an attempt to stop the shaking. As Davy began to warm up his mind started slowly back to consciousness.  He felt strange.  There was something big and swollen in his mouth forcing him to breathe through his nose.  He also felt the gentlest kisses all around his face and the warmth of strong flesh holding him tightly.  'Ah…. Micky,' his foggy brain started to remember.  He still was making his way back to full consciousness, trying to somehow open his eyes.  The kisses got more insistent and he was shifted in Micky's lap.  He began to feel Micky's arousal pressing against his backside.  Finally his brain cleared enough and he was able to open his eyes…. "PETER?"
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