Pure Morning by Madame D.

The scent of sun-warmed earth, rain-wetted dust, and newly sprung mushrooms hung in the air, which was slightly humid from last night's showers. The grass was damp, moisture slowly evaporating with the help of sunshine. Early April sun was warm, but not scorching, as it was supposed to be in the morning during San Francisco's spring.

Warm breeze tenderly caught the ends of his hair, playing teasingly, or maybe tickling, he wasn't sure. He just took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of warm damp earth and mushrooms and turned over onto his back, fixing the sunglasses in place, and folding his arms underneath his head. Life was good. And at the moment, it did not matter that he only had 2 days left at home before the rigorous demands of his job, his life, would kick in, and he would have to leave for promotion, concerts, tours, and media attention. All concerns disappeared as the gentle breeze wafted over his body, rippling his t-shirt, wet with dew and rain droplets. Just as well that he'd worn old ratty clothes - grass stains have a tendency to be stubborn when they need to be washed out.

He unfolded his arms and spread them out, perpendicular to his body, spreading his legs just a bit as well, letting the energy flow out and recharge him. As if through a thick fog, he heard his name being called, as if from a great distance, instead of just barely ten feet away, from his porch. He decided to ignore the voice. If a mountain doesn't come to Mohammed...

"Darren!" He ignored the voice yet again. He felt the footsteps, rather than hearing them, the ground vibrating lightly under the weight of the person walking towards him.

"Darren!" The owner of the voice was standing by his head, his shadow falling on his face. Darren smiled.

"Oi, dough boy!" At this, his eyes sprung open.

"Daniel, I thought you liked my tiny little belly!" Voice tinted with hurt.

"I do." That sunbeam smile that rivalled the sun in its intensity. "But apparently, you prefer dough boy to your given name."

Pretending he didn't understand it was a joke, he pouted, lower lip jutting out just a bit. The ground shuddered as Daniel landed, the impact of knees on the grassy ground not jarring enough to start worrying. He felt sudden warmth and a caress of wind on his bare skin, and opened his eyes to mere slits to see Daniel raising the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't move. Tried not to breathe. Then, so very slowly, the dark, short-haired head lowered, and he felt an electric touch of lips on the exposed skin of his stomach.

"See? I do like your belly." Daniel moved his head just a bit, to kiss the pale skin of his lower abdomen, conveniently revealed by low-slung jeans. And smiled when he felt skin jump under his lips.

"Come here," Darren finally raised his arms, languidly, because it was such a lazy, languid day, and held them out. Daniel stretched out beside him, ignoring the fact that the grass was still wet, and pillowed his head on Darren's shoulder, dropping a small kiss on clothed flesh when he felt arms enclosing him, holding him closer. He closed his eyes. Life was good.

He inhaled the rich scent of wet earth, sun-warmed flesh, sunblock, and... mushrooms? Wrapped his arm around Darren's waist. They had all the time in the world. Or at least till it was time to go in and prepare afternoon tea.