Micky walked up to the pad still confused. His mind distracted by the girl he'd just encountered. Did she really exist? He wasn't entirely convinced that he hadn't made her up. He entered the pad to find Mike already home.

"And where the fuck have you been?" asked Mike standing up and striding towards him.

"Hey, you're back soon. No luck on the gig upstate then?"

"Don't change the fucking subject Micky."

"Just out Mike, nowhere in particular."

"Well….next time tell me where you're going ok?"

"Sure Mike. So the guy blew ya out huh?"

"Yeah, bastard. I was going to stay over but I couldn't be away for you for too long."

Mike slipped his arm firmly around Micky's waist and drew him up close. He kissed him, gently squeezing Micky's ass as he did so. He loved to give him his full attention, using his hands playfully, running his finger lightly down Micky's back.

"Man, you smell good."

"Um…Mike."

Micky tried to speak but Mike wasn't allowing the conversation to continue, he had other ideas. He pressed himself up hard against Micky, feeling his erection against his own rapidly hardening cock. Mike was in no mood for discussion, it was obvious what he wanted.

Micky couldn't resist him. He'd never been any good at saying 'No'. Mike pushed him down on the couch as Micky let out a soft moan. He wasn't about to tell Mike what had happened with JJ. He was too caught up the pleasures that were about to arise.

Mike had removed his shirt and was roughly sucking and biting at Micky's chest. He loved to cause pain, it was the biggest turn on to hear Micky cry out. He pulled at the tight flesh across Micky's chest with his teeth, leaving marks wherever possible. Man, he wished he had the nerve to be more aggressive; he could really let Micky have it then. But fear held him back. 'What if Micky left him?' Mike could never handle that.

As Mike pushed Micky down on his front, Micky let himself be taken. Sometimes he too could be playful and Mike liked that. Other times (like now) Mike was happy to do all the work, Micky may as well be asleep for all he cared. Mike squeezed his arms tightly; Micky has to bite the cushion to stop from crying. Why did he get in these dark moods? Mike could be so caring, so loving when he wanted, so why all this abuse.

Mike grinned as he saw the anguish across Micky's face. He was getting to him, he could tell. This only turned him on more as he twisted Micky's body to inflict more pain. Once he was fully undressed he wasted no time, he straddled himself across Micky, leaning forward to breathe heavily in his ear.

"You like this don'tcha bitch," he hissed.

Micky said nothing but nodded. He wanted to be back with JJ. He felt safe with her, safer than he had ever felt with Mike. Well since the band broke up, anyway. At least before he had Peter or Davy to protect him. Besides Mike had been happy then, the change in mood only started since the work dried up.

Micky bit down again into the fabric as Mike entered him. Usually he used a lube and was gentler but today Mike was treating him like a rag doll. He continued to thrust, pushing harder and harder down on Micky, still holding his arms to keep control of his toy. Just as Micky was beginning to feel like he couldn't take anymore, Mike let out an explosive moan and collapse on top of him.

It was all over. Micky sighed. If he didn't love Mike so much then he wouldn't have stood for being treated this way. He knew Mike got depressed and he was hoping it was only a phase that Mike would soon jolt out of. But the violent outbursts were becoming more frequent. He needed to vent his frustration on someone and Micky was an easy target. He knew Mike didn't mean it, he would even apologise after.

"Wow, that was amazing," said Mike standing up and putting his pants back on.

"Yeah," replied Micky, trying to move his stiff arms and sit upright.

"So, you went to town then huh? Go anywhere in particular did ya?" Mike was already acting like nothing had happened. The rage had gone and he was back to his old self.

"Um…just hung out. I met this girl, she was a musician. I was wonderin' maybe we could help her out."

"What does she do? Sing?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard her yet, but she was cool, seemed in the know. I thought maybe we could swap information."

Mike thought about it for a while. Could be a good idea? Maybe if they could help each other, it would benefit them. After all Mike only had a couple of contacts, some of which he hadn't spoken to for months.

"Ok, Mick. How d'we meet her then?"

"Um….I'm not sure. She didn't leave me a number, but she said she would be around."

"Great…fucking fantastic." Mike anger was mounting again; Micky trembled under the command of his voice. "Ya get yourself down to that café and you find her, Ok?"

"Ok, Mike, I'll go tomorrow."

Micky, somehow in his infinite stupidity, had managed to concoct a plan to see JJ again. He wasn't sure how he had been able to effectively pull it off. He usually left the plan making up to Mike. He had once joked that he was the brains and Micky was the looks. Micky gave a self-satisfied grin, despite the pain in his arms and his sore ass, he felt happy. He wasn't sure what this girl had done to him but he had a yearning to see her again. He knew he loved Mike, that was clear enough in his mind but the excitement of the encounter in the alleyway with JJ had made him feel loved in a way Mike never did.

Mike too was happy. He had gotten a good fuck and now if this girl came through for them, the music could be riding high again too. He knew it was a long shot. Since when did Micky get anything right? But hell it was worth finding out.

See I told ya! Micky Dolenz, the shy innocent boy with his 'butter wouldn't melt' smile, had a partner. A male partner at that. Man, I can tell you weren't expecting that. Micky had made impression in my life that I was quick to remove. However I found it wasn't that easy. He seemed to be able to home in on my every move. I had fully intended on leaving our little rendezvous to just that. What is wrong with a quick fuck anyway? I'm not one of these girls who puts out and then demands a phone call. I won't be sobbing in my pillow over him, waiting for him to call. But he couldn't take no for an answer. Little did I know that he had been sent by Mike.

I had been staying on a friend's floor for the past few nights. Not the most comfortable way to sleep but it beats being robbed on the streets. I had out-stayed my welcome and was looking to move on. My late night jam sessions had not been popular and Kerry's (that's my friend) new boyfriend Richard had complained that my joints were giving him a headache. I packed my bag and headed back out towards the city. I knew that something had to come up, I deserved a break.

I caught the bus and joined the hustle of people fighting for space on the crowded streets of LA. As I crossed back towards the café, I passed the alleyway. A flash in my memory and I could picture Micky and me against that wall. I began to get a little turned on just thinking about it, almost getting myself run over as I stepped into the road.

"Watch yourself; drivers don't give a shit ya know."

I looked up to find that the owner of the voice staring back at me.

"Micky."

"Hi," he smiled.

He looked great, just as I had imagined him. Sometimes I think that I alter my perception of someone after I have met them. You know, a one night stand that you want to remember as the best fuck of your life, turns out to be the pimply pervert at the video store. I thought my imagination may have distorted Micky. But no, he was exactly how I remembered.

"What brings you back down here?"

"You," he coyly replied.

"Oh yeah. Well as I told you before Micky. What happened between us that night, was a one off, a never to be repeated experience."

I don't know why I always did this. I had to keep people at arms length, especially people that I could very easily fall in love with. As I told you before, I'm not a wine and dine 'em kinda girl.

"I know, I know. That is not what I am here for."

I felt kinda deflated by this last remark. I hope I wasn't losing my touch. I guess I am not his type. Well if that is that case then why is he staring at me in that doe-eyed way. Despite trying to not let get myself involved, I still wanted to feel like I had the power. Never one to admit defeat, I think I was still winning at this game.

"Ok, I'm glad that we cleared that up. So what can I do for you then?"

"Um….Well Mike wondered if he could meet you. He seemed to think that we could….um….Swap ideas, for gigs I mean……Contacts, if you have any, that kinda thing."

"And Mike couldn't possibly come down and speak to me himself."

"Yeah, he could've but he thought it would sound better coming from someone who knew you and he wanted me to check you were on the level."

Was this guy for real? He wouldn't last five minutes under interrogation; he would crack like a nut. So this mysterious Mike wants information outta me. I couldn't see it being a problem. I just hoped he wasn't the asshole I was picturing in my head right now.

"Sure, ok. I can meet you tomorrow, no wait tomorrow's out. Um….whatta bout Friday at your place?"

"Yeah, that sounds great."

Micky looked solemn for a moment. I was waiting for it, I knew what he was about to say.

"I can't stop thinking about you."

See there it was, the line, the guilt trip. Man, what is wrong with men today, have they all lost their balls or what.

"Micky….come on don't do this. I'm sorry, but it wouldn't work. We end up hating each other. Can't we just be friends?"

"I guess….," he replied glumly. "So you'll come then?"

"Yep…I'll see ya there, but just friends remember."

Who I am kidding? Sometimes I think I am a clairvoyant. I swear I can predict what is goin' happen. I know that I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off Micky; it was only a matter of time before I cracked.

Micky was a mix of emotions as he headed back to the pad. Why was he so upset about JJ? He'd only just met her and besides he adored Mike, didn't he? Micky wasn't so sure anymore. He couldn't take much more of Mike and his unstable disposition, but he couldn't even begin to contemplate what would happen if he tried to leave. Maybe he was just looking for an escape route through JJ. After all she wouldn't tolerate any crap from Mike, he could tell. Although Micky knew that he wouldn't be able to leave he wished he had the guts to stand up to Mike, just once.