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“Are you sure about this, Peter? They’re not going to be annoyed that I’m there or anything like that?”
Peter laughed, shaking his head before putting an arm around Davy’s shoulders, hugging him close. The two were standing just outside of an apartment right on the beach, Peter’s bass resting against his back. “It’ll be fine, David. I told them you were coming and they didn’t say anything negative about it.”
“I suppose so…” Davy murmured as Peter opened the door and stepped inside. He hesitated but was forced to follow when Peter reached out and grabbed his wrist to pull him inside. “Hey!”
“Hey!” someone chirped back. The figure was hanging upside from the rails of some oddly shaped stairs. He smiled brightly, waving at Peter and Davy with both hands, catching himself a moment later before he fell.
“Micky!” Peter gasped, running over and holding up his hands to try and catch the other.
Davy could only watch as Micky somehow managed to twist himself around, still smiling as he slid down the railing and into Peter’s arms. He walked over, doing his best not to stare at the other. “You coulda cracked yer skull open, you know!”
“Naw!” Micky laughed, “I’ve hit my head a lot as a kid so I’ve built up an immunity to it!” he said. “Is this your boyfriend, Peter? He’s so tiny!”
Davy pouted as his cheek was pinched and made a show of trying to bite Micky’s fingers in reply. Micky laughed at this and Davy smirked, finding that he immediately liked this bandmate of Peter’s. “Makes going to the movies cheaper on days when kids go for free.”
“Ha!” Micky clapped his hands at that, nodding his head in approval. “Nice! I…”
“Y’all are wasting time yapping when we got a gig this weekend. Git over here or I’ll add another hour to practice tonight!”
Davy looked up, frowning at the slender man glaring at the three of them. A green wool hat rested firmly on his head, despite it being the middle of summer. Peter had told him a little about Michael before. Peter described the Texan as being incredibly passionate about the band and music in general; a gifted songwriter who pushed himself to be the best. He had taught himself how to play the guitar and traveled by himself to California to become a musician.
Davy thought he was kind of a tosser. There had been a few times when Peter came home with eyes red from crying because of something Mike had said to him. Davy didn’t care if his boyfriend was kind of flighty…no one should talk to him in a way that it made him cry.
He opened his mouth to say something but Peter’s hand at the small of his back made him close it again. He mumbled an apology, following Micky and Peter over to the area where some instruments were set up. He sat down in a chair off to the side as his boyfriend and his band started to get ready, swinging his legs a little. This would be the first time he heard Peter’s band playing.
They were good.
Really good, actually.
Davy smiled as he listened to them playing several songs. It wasn’t long before he was rocking slowly, losing himself to the music. His hands started to twitch and flap, moving as if on their own along to the music.
Micky glanced over at Peter’s boyfriend. He perked up when he saw the way he was moving in his chair, unable to control his hands and body. He smiled brightly, cutting off their current song. “Mike! Pete!”
“Ya better have a good reason for cutting that short,” Mike huffed. He watched as Micky leapt up, picking up a pair of maracas. “What are you..?”
“Remember how Peter was saying our songs needed a little something extra?”
Peter blinked, watching as Micky handed Davy the maracas. Slowly his eyes widened and he smiled brightly, nodding his head. “Oh this is perfect!” he said.
Davy frowned, “what am I supposed to do with these?”
“Just hold ‘em and do what you were doing before!” Micky said.
Davy shook his head, standing up. “But..!”
“Let the music guide you,” Peter offered.
Mike said nothing, taking up his guitar and restarting the song they had just been practicing. He watched as Davy stood awkwardly beside Peter, looking around like a deer in headlights. He snorted softly to himself, wondering just what Micky had been thinking.
Peter offered Davy a small smile, bumping his hip against his. He winked at him, poking his tongue out to make him laugh.
Davy slowly started to let himself relax. He bobbed his head along to the music and started to sway his hips. Soon enough his hands started to flap again and this time he was playing maracas along with the others.
Mike raised an eyebrow, looking over at Micky. The drummer just smiled, looking very proud of himself. The Texan huffed softly, saying nothing as he led them into another song.
It was another twenty minutes before they finally stopped playing. Peter happily pulled Davy into his arms, kissing him on the forehead. “That was amazing, David!”
Micky threw his arms around the pair. “You’re really good! Hey, do you think you could sing some of these songs too? Peter doesn’t sing and me and Mike have been taking turns but there’s no harm in someone else singing too.”
“David has a beautiful voice! I’ve heard him singing along to musicals on television,” Peter said, making the small Englishman blush a bright red.
Mike sighed as all three turned and looked at him with hopeful eyes. The Texan looked Davy up and down, pursing his lips before allowing himself to finally smile. “Fine. You can be a Monkee. Just don’t make me regret this.”
He allowed himself to be pulled into the group hug by Micky, grumbling softly to make it look like he wasn’t enjoying it.