I take each of the monkee’s heads in my hands and start scritching their sideburns, then move up to pet their hair and give them each a kiss on the forehead
“Oh, hah, what we doing?” Peter stood on his tiptoes, swaying on his feet until he got used to this person holding the weight of his head in their hands. He blinked a couple times when he felt the scritches moving up to his head. He closed his eyes and gave a dreamy grin, then when the asker kissed his forehead and moved on to the next guy, he fell forward. Don’t worry, he’s okay. Mostly just swooned. If this were a cartoon, he’d have hearts floating around his head where he lay on the floor.
“Peter, are you okay? What’s going on now?” Davy asked, freezing when he felt the hands going through his dark hair. The same kind of hearts around Peter’s head were shining in Davy’s eyes. He hummed happily and enjoyed it while it lasted, stumbling back when it was over, “By any-by any chance could you do that again?” He smiled when he got the kiss on the forehead.
“Guys, are you okay? Why are you making those faces? Are you on the floor, Peter? What’s…” Micky’s voice trailed off when he felt himself getting scritched and petted next. He closed his eyes automatically, a goofy grin spreading across his lips reminiscent of when he’d been fawning over the laundromat lady. He let out something like a purring sound then when he was kissed on the forehead, he swooned like Peter, falling into Davy’s arms.
“What are all these hearts doing here?” Mike waved them away, stiffening up when he was the last one going to get the same treatment, “Woah, woah, woah! Hold on a minute—I—!!” It was no use, just like the other guys, he melted into it, his eyes half lidded and smiling dreamily. Out of the band, he was the most touch-starved as well so he didn’t know what to think.
When the other guys had recovered from their treatment, they all exchanged little looks at Mike’s reaction.
“Looks like we found another weakness of his.” Micky teased.
“I think that’s everybody’s weakness. Can we do that again?” Peter asked, but the other guys held him back.
When Mike got a kiss on the forehead, he snapped out of it and held his head, feeling dizzier than being on a carousel ride, “…wow!” Was the most intelligent thing he could say.
