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Lady pleasure pulls away from Micky and goes over to kiss mike. After kissing him she approaches Peter and spins the chair he’s sitting in around till he’s facing her. She kisses him then heads over to Davy. Lady Pleasure pulls away from him and goes to grab her coat.
“Well?” Mike asks her. She shakes her head. She answers his question as she heads for the door. “Even”. She lets her self out and Mike closes the door after her.
“Hey now wait a minute. Wait just a minute.” Mike says as he looks at himself in the mirror and fixes his tie. “No way we kiss evenly.”
Davy scoffs. “I agree. I’m definitely a better kisser than the rest of you.”
“Yeah right babe.” Micky tells him. “But how are we gonna find another girl who’d agree to do this? It was hard enough finding her.”
“We could just kiss each other?” Peter suggests. All of the Monkees’ eyes widen as they look at Peter.
Mike decides to say something. “What did you just say?”
Peter looks down. “Well i just thought since..”
“I think that’s a good idea Peter” Micky tells him. Then he hesitantly walks over to Peter and stands above where he’s sitting. Peter sits up in his chair then puts his hand on Mickys cheek and plants a small kiss on his lips.
“Oh come on Pete i can’t tell how you kiss from just that!” Micky exclaims before leaning down and kissing Peter again.
Mike and Davys eyes were wide. Their bandmates, who were both boys, just kissed each other.
Davys had butterflies in his stomach. Was he excited to kiss them?
Micky pulls away from Peter and their cheeks were both bright red. They smile at each other before Micky asks “Well who’s next?” Neither Mike or Davy say anything. “Come on guys.” Peter adds.
Davy takes a breath and walks over to Peter. He slowly leans down and kisses Peter. As he pulls away he realizes he liked that just as much, maybe more than any girl hes kissed. His head feels fuzzy.
Micky looks at him. “My turn?” He asks Davy as he lifts his chin so he’s looking up at him. Davy nods and they press their lips against each other.
Mike is still just staring. “Well Mike it’s your turn.” Davy tells him. Mike can’t move.
“You okay Mike?” Micky asks him, worried.
“If you don’t want to do this Michael that’s okay.” Peter assures him.
No, Mike tells himself. He can do this. It’s just to see who kisses the best. It doesn’t mean anything.
Mike approaches Micky and after a second of hesitation, Kisses him. Maybe lingering a bit too long for a kiss that’s just supposed to be a test. As he pulls away his mind is racing. He just kissed his one of his best friends, who is a man. Before he can think on it more Peter comes up to him and looks him in the eyes, asking if he can kiss him. He nods and Peter slowly kisses him. He realizes he liked that kiss, and the one he shared with Micky. No time to think about that now, he still has to kiss one more of his closest friends.
“Well Davy?” Mike says to Davy. Davy comes up to him and grabs his collar to pull him down so he’s at his level and kisses him. Mikes heart is beating out of his chest as they pull away.
“So?” Micky asks his bandmates. “Who was the best kisser?”
The rest of the monkees look at each other before saying “Even.”