davy jones, human aphrodisiac
howdy y'all!! just a silly little smutty oneshot WITH the monkees in (kinda)
rating: nc-17
'All right?'
George sat down beside Ringo on the sofa, wriggling an arm around his waist and kissing his cheek. 'What're we watching?'
Ringo blinked at the four brightly-dressed boys on the TV screen in mild interest. 'Hmm?'
'What're we watching?' George repeated, grinning and giving Ringo a squeeze. 'Looks like a laugh.'
''S called the Monkees,' Ringo mumbled, snuggling up to George. 'Some new thing.'
George only nodded, and for a moment let his eyes linger on the screen, then nuzzled into Ringo's neck instead, covering it with kisses.
'Oh, aye,' Ringo murmured, turning slightly to give George an amused look. 'Are we in that sort of mood today?'
He lifted his head, kissing Ringo's cheek again and giving a little smile. 'Honestly, Ritchie, I don't know what you're talking about.'
'Hmm.' Ringo kissed George back, and settled under his arm, closing his eyes. George watched the screen again; one of the boys now had his arm around a bikini-clad girl who looked at least four inches taller than him.
'What's that one called?'
'Um - ' Ringo opened his eyes, glancing at the screen. 'Davy, I think. You mean the little short one?'
'Mmm.' Davy and his new girlfriend were now cavorting on the beach while a slow, not-unpleasant ballad played over them. 'He's cute.'
One of Ringo's eyes swiftly opened again. 'Sorry?'
'Well, look at him,' George said, trying but not fully succeeding to keep the teasing note out of his voice. 'He's hardly bad-looking, is he?'
Ringo wrinkled his nose. 'Too short.'
'Says you.' George returned his eyes to the TV screen, trying to look as intensely interested in Davy as he could (although it had gone back to a scene with all four of them now, and it had suddenly become rather difficult to keep track of which one Davy was).
Presently, he felt kisses on his neck. He didn't let his eyes waver, but he did start humming softly along to the new, jauntier tune they were now playing, until he felt Ringo's tongue flicker against his skin. Only then did he turn to look at Ringo, a slight smile on his face. 'You're not jealous of Davy, are you?'
''Course not.' Ringo pressed his lips suddenly to George's, tongue pushing swiftly past his lips. 'You know I never get jealous. Not like you.'
'Mmm?' But he didn't press any further, and turned back to the Monkees. Davy was taking a dip in the sea.
Ringo clambered rather insistently onto George's lap; George grinned, but didn't offer any other response, keeping his eyes on the screen. This seemed to perturb Ringo, who pouted and turned George's face back towards him, placng an indignant kiss on his lips. George responded properly this time, but still carefully; teasing with his tongue and breaking off a fraction of a second too soon.
Looking extremely put out by this, Ringo sighed, squeezing his thighs against George's (which prompted a mild, hello-I'm-here twitch from his cock) with a beseeching look. 'I really love you, George.'
'Love you too,' George replied, a little too quickly and with a deliberate glance at the TV (the teasing was far too fun to stop now, and besides he knew Ringo wasn't half as annoyed as he put on). Ringo frowned at this lacklustre response, but trailed his hands down George's chest nonetheless, until they met his waistband.
'Good. I'm glad.'
His thumbs were pressing slightly, insistently, on one particularly sensitive area, and George had to concentrate very hard on what he maintained was probably Davy to avoid producing any strange noises. In fact - he was concentrating so hard that he let out an involuntary - and decidedly loud - gasp of surprise when he felt Ringo's hands pressing rather invasively on his inner thighs. Conscious that his face was burning crimson, he looked down anyway, to see Ringo suddenly knelt between his legs, a wide-eyed grin on his face.
'All right?'
George could only manage a faint nod; Ringo's hands were probing still further.
'Good.' He smiled even wider, humming as he worked on the zip of George's jeans - "bloody thing's stuck - "; George tried to concentrate on steady breathing. Although - it was far too difficult to suppress a moan when Ringo's fingers started moving over the fabric of his boxers, in the precise ways he knew full well drove George up the wall.
'Mmf - '
'Shh!' Ringo grinned again, tapping George's hand. 'You're missing Davy.'
Obediently, George kept his eyes on the screen, but he inhaled sharply when Ringo finally tugged his boxers past his hips, and again when his lips touched -
'Mmm - !' He jerked forwards, but was quickly conscious of Ringo's eyes on him, and tried to look intently interested in the TV. He knew Ringo wasn't fooled in the slightest, but still entertained the notion that he had some pride left.
Ringo hummed as he moved further forwards, taking more of George into his mouth; George bit down on his lip, his breath catching in his throat. He linked a hand through Ringo's (which was resting on his thigh), gripping tightly on it.
'Mm!' Ringo let out a muffled squeak of protest, which made George realise he was near-crushing Ringo's hand.
'Sorry,' he mumbled, relaxing his grip. Ringo rewarded him with a deft flicker of the tongue, just in the place that was most sensitive for George. 'Oh - !'
Ringo rolled his eyes, running his tongue over the length of George's cock, fingers pressing on the inside of his thigh. His lips tightened around George, tongue working faster, until George felt the familiar hot rush -
'Ah!'
Ringo drew back slowly as George came, with soft nibbling motions that produced a few more weak moans. He looked up at George, smiled, then pulled himself up onto the sofa beside him, nestling under his arm just as he had been before. The credits were flashing on the screen.
'You know that tall-looking one? Him with the hat?'
George jumped when Ringo spoke, flushing. 'Mike?' His breaths were still ragged around his words.
'Yeah.' Ringo nodded, straightening up a little.
'What about him, then?' Some of George's composure was, slowly, returning.
Ringo cocked his head to one side, and blinked at the screen. 'He's pretty cute, isn't he?'
rating: nc-17
'All right?'
George sat down beside Ringo on the sofa, wriggling an arm around his waist and kissing his cheek. 'What're we watching?'
Ringo blinked at the four brightly-dressed boys on the TV screen in mild interest. 'Hmm?'
'What're we watching?' George repeated, grinning and giving Ringo a squeeze. 'Looks like a laugh.'
''S called the Monkees,' Ringo mumbled, snuggling up to George. 'Some new thing.'
George only nodded, and for a moment let his eyes linger on the screen, then nuzzled into Ringo's neck instead, covering it with kisses.
'Oh, aye,' Ringo murmured, turning slightly to give George an amused look. 'Are we in that sort of mood today?'
He lifted his head, kissing Ringo's cheek again and giving a little smile. 'Honestly, Ritchie, I don't know what you're talking about.'
'Hmm.' Ringo kissed George back, and settled under his arm, closing his eyes. George watched the screen again; one of the boys now had his arm around a bikini-clad girl who looked at least four inches taller than him.
'What's that one called?'
'Um - ' Ringo opened his eyes, glancing at the screen. 'Davy, I think. You mean the little short one?'
'Mmm.' Davy and his new girlfriend were now cavorting on the beach while a slow, not-unpleasant ballad played over them. 'He's cute.'
One of Ringo's eyes swiftly opened again. 'Sorry?'
'Well, look at him,' George said, trying but not fully succeeding to keep the teasing note out of his voice. 'He's hardly bad-looking, is he?'
Ringo wrinkled his nose. 'Too short.'
'Says you.' George returned his eyes to the TV screen, trying to look as intensely interested in Davy as he could (although it had gone back to a scene with all four of them now, and it had suddenly become rather difficult to keep track of which one Davy was).
Presently, he felt kisses on his neck. He didn't let his eyes waver, but he did start humming softly along to the new, jauntier tune they were now playing, until he felt Ringo's tongue flicker against his skin. Only then did he turn to look at Ringo, a slight smile on his face. 'You're not jealous of Davy, are you?'
''Course not.' Ringo pressed his lips suddenly to George's, tongue pushing swiftly past his lips. 'You know I never get jealous. Not like you.'
'Mmm?' But he didn't press any further, and turned back to the Monkees. Davy was taking a dip in the sea.
Ringo clambered rather insistently onto George's lap; George grinned, but didn't offer any other response, keeping his eyes on the screen. This seemed to perturb Ringo, who pouted and turned George's face back towards him, placng an indignant kiss on his lips. George responded properly this time, but still carefully; teasing with his tongue and breaking off a fraction of a second too soon.
Looking extremely put out by this, Ringo sighed, squeezing his thighs against George's (which prompted a mild, hello-I'm-here twitch from his cock) with a beseeching look. 'I really love you, George.'
'Love you too,' George replied, a little too quickly and with a deliberate glance at the TV (the teasing was far too fun to stop now, and besides he knew Ringo wasn't half as annoyed as he put on). Ringo frowned at this lacklustre response, but trailed his hands down George's chest nonetheless, until they met his waistband.
'Good. I'm glad.'
His thumbs were pressing slightly, insistently, on one particularly sensitive area, and George had to concentrate very hard on what he maintained was probably Davy to avoid producing any strange noises. In fact - he was concentrating so hard that he let out an involuntary - and decidedly loud - gasp of surprise when he felt Ringo's hands pressing rather invasively on his inner thighs. Conscious that his face was burning crimson, he looked down anyway, to see Ringo suddenly knelt between his legs, a wide-eyed grin on his face.
'All right?'
George could only manage a faint nod; Ringo's hands were probing still further.
'Good.' He smiled even wider, humming as he worked on the zip of George's jeans - "bloody thing's stuck - "; George tried to concentrate on steady breathing. Although - it was far too difficult to suppress a moan when Ringo's fingers started moving over the fabric of his boxers, in the precise ways he knew full well drove George up the wall.
'Mmf - '
'Shh!' Ringo grinned again, tapping George's hand. 'You're missing Davy.'
Obediently, George kept his eyes on the screen, but he inhaled sharply when Ringo finally tugged his boxers past his hips, and again when his lips touched -
'Mmm - !' He jerked forwards, but was quickly conscious of Ringo's eyes on him, and tried to look intently interested in the TV. He knew Ringo wasn't fooled in the slightest, but still entertained the notion that he had some pride left.
Ringo hummed as he moved further forwards, taking more of George into his mouth; George bit down on his lip, his breath catching in his throat. He linked a hand through Ringo's (which was resting on his thigh), gripping tightly on it.
'Mm!' Ringo let out a muffled squeak of protest, which made George realise he was near-crushing Ringo's hand.
'Sorry,' he mumbled, relaxing his grip. Ringo rewarded him with a deft flicker of the tongue, just in the place that was most sensitive for George. 'Oh - !'
Ringo rolled his eyes, running his tongue over the length of George's cock, fingers pressing on the inside of his thigh. His lips tightened around George, tongue working faster, until George felt the familiar hot rush -
'Ah!'
Ringo drew back slowly as George came, with soft nibbling motions that produced a few more weak moans. He looked up at George, smiled, then pulled himself up onto the sofa beside him, nestling under his arm just as he had been before. The credits were flashing on the screen.
'You know that tall-looking one? Him with the hat?'
George jumped when Ringo spoke, flushing. 'Mike?' His breaths were still ragged around his words.
'Yeah.' Ringo nodded, straightening up a little.
'What about him, then?' Some of George's composure was, slowly, returning.
Ringo cocked his head to one side, and blinked at the screen. 'He's pretty cute, isn't he?'