So, here it is Peter said, opening the door of the guest room in the pad. The small room was dwarfed by a massive, obviously new bed.

Well, go on, try it out! After all, this is the bed you'll be sleeping on while you're staying here, unless you'd rather sleep on the couch... Peter trails off, nervous that you didn't like the bed already.

No, no, Peter, you replied quickly, not wanting him to feel bad. I'll sleep here! You said, climbing onto the soft bed, stretching languidly.

Peter smiled at how you immediately took to the new bed, adorably resting your head on the pillows. He slipped inside, letting the door close behind him as he crawled in on the other side.

Big, isn't it? And cool... good for the summer heat, he said.

You nodded, and soon you found yourself cuddling him, held close in his arms.

"I'm home," Mike called out to no one in particular as he walked in the front door, grocery bags held across both his arms.

Mike quickly noticed that Micky and Davy were out - probably going to that office on the other side of town to ask about that gig, he quickly concluded. As he was putting away the assorted snacks he got, he noticed a mysterious lack of Peter... Peter, who was supposed to be helping you unpack...

With a sigh, he quickly finished with the groceries, and walked to the guest room. He didn't hear the ragged breathing and muffled moans before he opened the door.

Peter- Mike started, cutting himself off as he saw the dirty blonde man looking back at him almost guiltily, his hips faltering even though he was still deep inside you.

...Hi, Mike.