The Wish List by Cheeky Savage & LunaFlower

~Chapter One~

The second I mouthed the magic words, I swear I could almost see his eyes light up with desire and I chuckled to myself as I returned my attention to my guitar, the notes of the song flowing easily from my fingers.

The rest of the concert was a blur...except for the constant touches and the constant, yet unnoticeable, looks from Darren, of course. There was no way I could...or would for that matter...try and block those out.

Finally, with quite an amazing note, 'Affirmation' was over and I moved quickly to Darren's side, allowing him to take my hand as someone on the opposite side of me did the same.
Final bow over, I gave him a quick look of hunger then I hurried him off the stage.

"Which one did you choose?" He asked breathlessly, from singing his heart out or from desire I didn't know, while watching as I let everyone walk past us.

"This one..." I answered finally, after the last crewmember had disappeared up the hall, then I pushed him into a little niche, to the side and slightly under our huge stage set up.

He barely had a chance to smile before my lips were on his, kissing him hard as my hands instantly went to his crotch, finding that my dark angel was already hard.

"What's this?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and he actually blushed.

Then, seconds later my lips were back on his and his hands were clawing at my back, wanting to pull my body closer.

I complied as my hands continued to knead him through the white material of his pants, bringing soft little moans and pants from his busy mouth.

Soon his sounds moved up a step and I pulled my mouth from him and instantly fell to my knees, my long fingers swiftly drawing down his fly and releasing his hardness.

Within seconds, his hands were in my hair and he was pulling me forward, urging me to take him into my mouth.

I resisted him slightly as my tongue snaked out, licking at the tiny droplets that had begun to form on the head, delighting in his delicious unique taste as I always did.

"Danny..." He moaned, his hips jumping slightly, warning me that if I didn't do something soon, he was going to take charge.

So I did.

With one fluid movement, his hardness was buried deeply in my mouth and I heard him struggle to bite back a cry of pleasure as his hips bucked against me.

From experience, I immediately placed my hands on his hips and held them tightly, allowing him very little movement and instantly putting me in control.

"Ohhhhh..." He moaned as my tongue swirled around his hardness, tasting more of his building pleasure.

I went at a slow pace, sucking on him almost gently, until I felt his hips really begin to fight against my grasp then I upped my tempo, my thoughts changing from wanting to tease him to wanting to taste his passion.

His pants and moans began to grow to such a level that he had to place a fist in his mouth, trying to muffle his sounds lest someone should hear and come running...but all was in vain.

"Darren? Daniel? Where are you?" A voice called from down the long corridor.

We both froze, our eyes wide and barely a breath escaping our open mouths.

Leonie.

We listened as she moved closer to our little haven and I swear Darren got harder.
So, Darren liked the thrill of being caught did he? Something told me that Leonie wouldn't feel the same way about it.

Her steps continued to grow louder then they stopped, probably less that a metre from where we hid and she called our names once more.
Silence followed and then we could hear her grumbling as she turned and walked back the way she'd come.

"Shit..." Darren gasped but that was all he was allowed as my mouth once more began to move over his hardness, knowing that our little fright had pushed him just that little bit closer.

Soon keening noises were coming from his fist filled mouth and his hips were jerking hard enough that I lost my grip, giving him the chance to furiously fuck my mouth, his free hand pulling at my hair so painfully that tears began to form in my eyes.

Then, with an almost animalistic grunt, he was coming, his white heat flowing down my throat where I hungrily swallowed it, not wanting to lose a single drop.

Finally his hips slowed and his hand loosened its grip in my hair and I quickly stood up, devouring his mouth as my hands fumbled with my own pants, their tightness and my lust almost making it impossible.

When I finally succeeded, Darren had already pulled from me, slid his pants down and turned his back, knowing what I had planned to finish off our little moment together.

Quickly running my hand over my hard shaft, covering it in my own precome, I thrust forward, not giving Darren a chance to get ready for me, forcing him to cry out against his will.

Seconds later he was moving back against me, wanting me deeper, wanting me harder.
He loved it like this. He's as sweet as all hell on the outside but deep inside, he had a rough side. Of course he didn't always use it, only when he seemed to sense that it was what I needed.

His hands gripped the scaffolding tightly, his knuckles white as I pounded into him, my grunts sounding loud in the small area.

"Shit...Darren...uhh...ugggghhhhh!!!" I growled into his ear as my fingers dug into his hips.

He knew what was coming and he braced himself against me, just as I exploded inside of him, my teeth digging painfully into his shoulder to muffle my exclamation of release.

I slowly stopped moving but I remained inside of him as I leaned against him, my arms wrapping around him and my cheek resting against his sweat-sheened back, not wanting to relinquish his warmth just yet.

"So...was that our darkened doorway?" He asked huskily and I nodded, rubbing my cheek against his back.

"I know it's not exactly a doorway but it's dark..." I offered and I felt him chuckle.

"I don't think we would have made it to a doorway," he replied as he turned around in my arms, ignoring my whimper as I was forced from inside of him, pulling me close to him and kissing me deeply.

"You're right," I answered truthfully, "Now we'd better make an appearance before Leo calls the cops."

He nodded, a definite look of disappointment on his face, and I gave him another quick kiss before breaking his embrace and trying to make myself look as though I hadn't just gotten laid.

He quickly did the same and once we've made sure that we were as presentable as we were ever gonna be, we headed back to Leonie and the lecture we were sure to get.


~Chapter Two~

'No, no, no. Lee are you a complete idiot? You are still coming in two beats too early.' I was being a complete diva and knew it but ploughed on regardless.

'Hey, don't speak to Lee like that.' Ben leapt to his defence. 'Just because you are in a shitty mood don't dump it on the rest of us.'

He was right of course, I was in a shitty mood. The last ten days had been absolute hell. Hotel, concert, shmoozle with the execs, hotel, bus, hotel, concert. Schmoo...oh you get the picture. And to make matters worse Dan and me had barely managed to grab five minutes alone, much less do anything else.

Walking over to me, Ben shoved his face right up close to mine.
'You know what your problem is Darren?' No, but I had a feeling he was about to tell me. 'You need to get laid.' The guy had a point.

'Hey Dan,' he called, 'Darren needs to get laid, get your butt over here and give him one.'

Excuse me, did Ben just say what I thought he did? Did I just get several shades paler and why were my palms suddenly so sweaty?

I looked across to where Daniel was crouched at the side of the stage tuning his guitar. Without turning round he merely put his hand behind his back and gave Ben the finger.

Laughter all round and I could breathe again. Trust Dan in his usual calm and chilled way to disperse the situation. I should have known better by now. Ben had just been dicking around. We all knew what the rumours were, heck we played on them enough.
The band thought it was hilarious and teased us mercilessly. Would they be so happy if they knew the truth I wondered.

'Darren do us all a favour,' Ben smiled, placated somewhat by the exchange. 'find yourself a willing groupie and let her screw your brains out, maybe then you'll stop behaving like a spoilt child and we can all get back to the music.'

'I, er, I think we should all take five,' I spluttered.

'Good idea.' Karl muttered setting down his drumsticks and heading for the backstage area.
One by one the others followed.

'Lee, wait.' I called after the departing bassist.
'Look man I'm sorry,' I said when I caught up with him. 'It wasn't your fault, you weren't early, I was late.'

'It's ok,' he brushed away my apology, 'we're all stressed out but please, take Ben's advice. For all our sakes.' He added before he sauntered off to join the rest of the band.

'They've got a point.' Dan said when he had gone.

'You think I don't know it?' I replied squatting down on the floor beside him. 'I'm beginning to get RSI from constantly having to wank off in the shower.'

Dan just chuckled, soft and deep. 'You and me both babe. At least you don't have to then try and play guitar. Have you any idea how difficult it is to watch you prance around that stage night after night, grabbing any bit of your body that you happen to feel like and not being able to do a damn thing about it?'

'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?' I asked.

'Only for about the last ten days.' He quickly glanced around then gave me a swift kiss on the lips. 'I'll let you choose. Surprise me lover.'

Hmm, this one was going to be a bit of a challenge, we had very little free time programmed into the schedule over the next few days and besides, this couldn't wait. We needed to do something soon before we both went out of our minds. No, it would have to be tonight.

Somehow we got through the rest of the rehearsal and I was actually quite relieved when Dan decided to stay back and work on some of the programming while the rest of us went back to the hotel to try and grab some rest. Though I planned to have another date with the shower. It wasn't an indulgence, it was a necessity if I was to get through tonight's show.

It was afterwards, when I was lying on the bed just aimlessly flicking through one of the hotel's brochures, wanting something, anything to do to take my mind off of my beautiful lover that I spotted it.
'Why not relax in our tranquil roof garden.' The printed page said. A roof garden? Hmm, nice and secluded, well it would be come midnight.

Deciding that I might as well for once take advantage of the benefits superstardom brings, I placed a quick call to reception and secured a key to the outside door.
'Erm, I sometimes get insomnia and like to take a walk.' I quickly lied but needn't have bothered, they agreed to my request without a murmur.
Like I said superstardom has its advantages.

Despite everything the concert went well, the crowd went wild, screaming as I grabbed my crotch during 'Chained to You'. I didn't dare glance across at Dan, I knew it wasn't fair but hey, if my fans demanded it, who was I to disappoint them?
Then with one final bow, one final plec thrown into the audience Dan and me were done. We hurried through the meets and greets and managed to beat everyone back to the hotel.

'So?' Daniel enquired as I all but ran down the corridor to our rooms.

'You'll see.'

Running my keycard through the lock I flung myself into my room, grabbed the throw off of the bed, a couple of beers and an opener and raced back out of the room before Dan even had time to enter properly. Making sure I had the key safely in my pocket, I hit the up arrow on the elevator and impatiently waited for what seemed an age for it to arrive.

'The elevator?' He raised his eyebrows quizzically.

'Nope.'

'Where then?'

'Wait and see.'

The doors pinged open and smiling sweetly at the other occupants, I hit the button for the top floor.

The last passengers got out at the floor below the one we were heading for and seconds later a mechanical voice announced that we had reached our destination. Grabbing Daniel's hand I practically dragged him down the corridor following the signs to the roof garden. Arriving at the glass door I produced the key and pushed him through. Taking care to lock the door after me, I turned to my love.

'Well,'

'Not bad, not bad at all.' He looked around approvingly. 'And this is...'

'Out of doors.' I announced triumphantly, 'I know it's not quite a domain or anything but I thought...'

Any further thoughts I might have wished to share with him were abruptly cut off as his mouth found mine and captured me in a fierce kiss. His arms came round me, pushing me back up against the door. With my hands still holding the throw and beers I was powerless to resist, not, of course, that I wanted to. Our tongues met in my mouth and I could feel Dan's growing hardness as he pressed even closer to me. It was more than answered by my own. Gradually the kiss lessened into something a little gentler, the initial hunger stated, Daniel moving his hands to lightly caress my face.

'Too long Doze, too long.' He sighed when we eventually broke for some much needed air and drawing back he released me.

Walking over to the small patch of lawn I laid the throw down on the already dew-damp grass.

Kicking off his shoes Daniel made himself comfortable. Picking up the beers and opener, he flicked off their caps and handed one to me.

'Very inspired.' He said taking a long scull.

'Thank you,' I replied, 'Thought you would like it.'

I took a swig of my own drink and sat down beside him.

'Now,' he proclaimed, setting down his bottle and reaching to do the same with mine, 'less talking and more fucking.'
Pulling me into his arms he reclined on the ground, taking me down with him.

His lips found mine once more and the urgency returned. Our hands met at my zipper and clumsily we both pulled it down. I moaned into his mouth as his eager fingers wrapped round my cock, drawing it out and into his hands. Massaging it roughly, he elicited more moans from me as he freed one hand and started to tug on the waistband of my jeans.

Breaking the kiss, I reluctantly pushed back from him, standing up and saving him the trouble of removing my jeans. His followed suit and we both flung our tops off, the night air inducing goose bumps on our bodies.

Straddling his lap, I forced him to lie down fully, wriggling around slightly more than I needed to, teasingly brushing my arse over his now very erect cock.

I knew Dan wasn't in the mood to play when he grabbed my arse firmly in his hands and began to run his fingers down my crack.
Pushing back I encouraged him to enter me.

'Shit Darren.' He exclaimed in surprise as his fingers came into contact with the generous amount of lube I had already applied to myself whilst getting changed back at the concert venue.

'Didn't want to waste any time.' I said, my breath already coming out in ragged gasps.

His response to that was to impale me with two fingers, stretching me, readying me before he added a third.

'Oooh, arghhh.'
Leaning forward I ran my hands over his smooth chest, my actions also giving him more leverage for his ministrations.

'Fuck me.' I managed to utter, 'Please. Now.'

Removing his fingers, Daniel placed his hands on my hips. Lifting myself slightly onto my knees, I reached behind me and guided him in.

'Fuck!' I screamed, taking advantage of the isolation to give full vent to my passion.
It felt so good to have Daniel inside me like this but no amount of preparation ever takes away that initial pain.

Drawing his legs up, he gave me a few moments to settle before starting to thrust further into me, working up a rhythm.

My hands covered his on my hips as I rode him harder, our moans mingling on the breeze.

'Darren, oh baby, oh sweet Darren, shit.'

The time for gentleness was long gone, this was unashamedly fucking, pure and simple and I loved it.

Arching my back, I grabbed my own arousal, pumping it in time with Daniel's movements, harder, faster, higher, his fingers digging painfully into my hips. There would be bruises there tomorrow I knew but I didn't care.

Closing my eyes, I flung my head back, screaming out my emotions, my entreaties.
'Yes, yes...feels so good...Danny...Dan...I'm gonna...I'm...'

I felt Daniel's body stiffen under me and knew that he was close.

'Darren...urghhhhhhh!' With a shudder he came filling me over and over with his outpouring, gravity causing some to trickle down my inner thighs.

That was all I needed to follow him over the edge.
'Fuck!' I screamed again, my orgasm erupting over my hands and his chest.
The world spun and consumed me in a blinding white heat.

Gradually I became aware of hands on mine, stroking me, guiding me back down to Earth. Opening my eyes I looked into Daniel's darkened ones.

'Whoa,' he panted heavily. 'That was incredible.'

'Must be the fresh air.' I joked as he shifted slightly, allowing me to move off of him.
Lying down beside him, I wrapped my arms around his sweat-drenched torso, placing lazy kisses on his shoulders.

His hands came to rest on my lower back, one hand snaking down between my legs to gently rub me. Discovering the lingering traces of his essence he shuffled down and began languidly cleaning me with his tongue.

My hands played in his hair as lovingly he licked away the fruits of our lovemaking.

By the time he had finished I was practically asleep.

'Mmm Jonesy,' I muttered dreamily.

'Hmm?' was his equally spaced out reply.

'I think we had better go back inside before we both nod off.'

Reluctantly agreeing he got to his feet, using a corner of the throw to wipe the come from his chest.

Taking my hand he helped me up and we got dressed again. He picked up the half-drunk beers, while I folded the throw, thankful that we were moving on tomorrow so I didn't have to contemplate too deeply what the chambermaid would think when she saw that one.

Just as we reached the door, he pulled me to him again, one last, slow kiss, so full of love and unspoken communication.

'Thank you.'

'Anytime my love, anytime.'

'You know you may be a spoiled little diva at times but I'm very glad that you're my spoiled little diva.'


'Well you certainly look happier,' Ben remarked the following morning as we all piled down to breakfast. 'Took my advice did you?'

'Yeah, you could say that Benny boy,' I replied, grinning like a maniac, 'you could say that.'


~Chapter Three~

It was nearly a week after our garden rendezvous and things were looking sexually bleak once more.

As had almost become tradition, I was sitting alone in my hotel room, my fingers aching to touch Darren but having to settle, instead, for the guitar that I held in my hands.

Darren was at yet another public appearance and when he got back, there'd be no time for any loving as he'd have to go straight to their concert venue and prepare for the concert that night.

Letting out a deep sigh, I stood up and dumped the neglected guitar on my bed then stalked to the huge window, looking down at the world below.

It seemed that, whenever Darren wasn't performing, he was doing interview after interview and to say it was getting me down, and sexually frustrated, would be an understatement.
Suddenly an idea came to me and I couldn't contain the smile that crept across my face.

Later that afternoon after an unsuccessful cold shower and a slightly successful wank, I was at the venue, checking out Darren's ass as he pranced around the stage.
Even in a sound check, he gave his all.

Doing this, I was prone to quite a few mistakes (can I help it if I can't play my guitar and stare at Darren's ass, imagining what I'd like to do to it, at the same time?).

"Oh oh...looks like someone else needs to get a bit of nookie." Ben commented after one such mistake.

"Fuck off..." I said evenly and he laughed.

"No...you go fuck..." He responded and I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish the thought.

"What?" He questioned, returning my look with one of confusion.

"Are you gonna finish your sentence?"

"No...that was it. Go fuck..." He said and I gave him a dirty look, causing him to laugh once more.
"Is there anything you'd like to share with us, Mr. Carey?" Darren asked, coming to stand in front of us, his hands on his hips.

Oooh...dominant Darren...I liked!

"No, Mr. Diva, sir," Ben answered meekly, "I was just suggesting that our quiet guitarist here should follow your example and get himself laid. Nothing serious."

Darren's eyes quickly flicked to me and I was able to catch his look of longing before they returned to Ben.
"Well, you can give the man one in your spare time but right now we have some work to do," Darren stated and I burst out laughing as Ben's jaw dropped.

"But...but..." He stammered but Darren had already turned away.

The soundcheck then continued without much ado except for the occasional dirty look from Ben, directed at both Darren and me.

I managed to finally concentrate on my music and before I knew it, it was time to go backstage and get ready for the show.

"Darren!" I called, jogging up from behind him, smiling as he literally stopped in his tracks at the sound of my voice.
I was quickly by his side and we began walking once more.
"When's your next interview?" I asked him, struggling not to touch him as he walked closely beside me.

He let out a dramatic sigh and I elbowed him gently, causing him to chuckle.
"I believe my next session of torture is scheduled for after lunch tomorrow. At least they're gonna let me sleep in for once!" He told me and the mention of sleep sent a longing through my body.

How I wanted to be able to watch him sleep.

We'd tried to spend the night together a few times but it was getting too risky with people barging in with little or no warning, almost causing a disaster in one instance but the old 'something in his eye' lie seemed to work quite well and no suspicion was felt...I think...

"Why?" Darren's soft voice brought me out of my thoughts and it took everything I had not to drag him off somewhere.
No, Daniel, you've already done the dark alcove...

"Well, do you want me to come too?" I asked, almost unsurely.

Darren spun around to face me, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.
"Really? You'd really come with me to do an interview?" He gushed and I laughed at him.

"Yeah, I figure it's the only way I'm gonna be able to spend some time with you." I explained and gave him a strange look as he glanced around us, almost spy-like.

Then, suddenly, his arms were around me, his lips pressed soundly against mine but, before I could get over the shock and return the gesture, he had pulled away and was hurrying down the hall.

"Hurry up!" He called and I quickly jogged to catch up to him.
He may be shorter than me but he knows how to use those legs...in more ways than one...

Another concert done in autopilot and then it was time to drag my sorry, lonely ass off to bed, all by myself...alone...dammit!

The next morning/afternoon was a sunny one and it only helped to elevate my good mood. I was going to spend a whole entire afternoon with Darren before we performed that night.

My mood was so good I actually found myself singing in the shower and pulling faces at myself in the fogged-up mirror as I brushed my teeth.
Then it was time.

I practically ran to Darren's room and burst inside, causing the smaller man to jump and actually fall off his bed, where he was sitting to put on his shoes.

"Dammit! Did you have to?" He complained before accepting my helping hand and all I could do was grin at him.
Once he was on his feet, he dramatically dusted himself off then he looked closely at me.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked suspiciously and I think my smile grew.

"No...I'm gonna spend the day with the sexiest man alive. I think that'd be enough to make anyone smile...especially when the sexiest man alive belongs to me..." I answered him, my hand reaching out to flick his nose.

He flinched then grinned back at me.
"You always know the right thing to say, don't you?" He asked and I nodded silently in reply.

He grew silent too and his eyes darkened slightly as he stared at me, his tongue flicking out to quickly wet his full lips.
I would have kissed him if it weren't for Leonie and her most terrible timing.
She seemed to be gaining a habit of disturbing my moments alone with Darren.

"Right, are you two ready?" She asked as she breezed in, looking as though she belonged there in Darren's room.

Instead of giving her some smart-assed comeback, I nodded and then let her lead the two of us off to our interview.

The usual questions were asked and as I found my thoughts wandering I sat back and let Darren answer most of the questions by himself.

Every once in a while he had to nudge me, but apart from that, things seemed to run smoothly...and that's when inspiration hit me.
I'd been scanning the room, trying not to look too bored when I saw it, and I couldn't keep the smile from growing on my face.

In a small little intermission, I leant into Darren, resting my lips near his ear.
"In the mood to cross something off our list?" I asked and I felt him straighten beside me.

Suddenly his eyes were on me...his very wide, lust-filled eyes, telling me that he'd probably follow me to the end of the earth if it meant that we were gonna have some passionate time alone.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, we're just going to the men's. We'll be back shortly," I explained as I stood up and I swear Darren was almost skipping behind me as I headed towards a door at the back of the room.

Once inside, the door was immediately locked behind us and Darren's lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily as our hands groped at each other's bodies.

I backed him into one of the stalls and forced him to sit down on one of the toilet lids then stood back to quickly drop my pants.

His mouth was almost instantly on my hardness and I let out a groan as I struggled to keep my mind on what I was doing.

"Daz...in my pocket..." I managed to whisper and without removing his hot mouth from me, he grabbed my pants and began searching through the pockets until he found what I wanted him to retrieve.

"Lube?" He asked, pulling back, raising an eyebrow slightly and causing me to blush.

"Well...one can never be too sure when a moment will *arise*." I answered him and he chuckled before raising his hips slightly, indicating that he wanted me to remove his pants.

I did so and when I stood back, he began applying a generous amount of the lube to his hardened cock, his eyes shutting as a breath escaped from his parted lips.

I was mesmerised as I watched his hand move over his hardness and didn't realise that he'd finished until I felt one lube-slickened finger pressing against my opening.

I moved forward so that I was standing over him, my legs straddling his and my hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly as first one finger slid inside, then another.
As his fingers stretched me, his mouth once more began to move over my erection and I was torn between the two amazing sensations.

I was close when he pulled his fingers out and moved his hands to my hips, tugging on them gently, bringing me down to sit on him, impaling me instantly.

"Oh fucking Jesus!" I groaned, my eyes shutting tightly as he continued moving deep within me until I was full of him.

He replied with a deep, somewhat controlled moan, forced between gritted teeth, as he began his passionate rhythm.

I moved above him, pulling back when he did then plunging downwards once more to take him fully.

Our breaths were coming fast as I lowered my head to rest on his shoulder, my tongue licking at a droplet of sweat that slid down his neck and I knew it was taking Darren every ounce of control not to scream out in pleasure.

His fingers digging into me, he began to guide me harder and I complied as I quickly moved my hand to my own raging erection, jerking it quickly, aching to come with Darren, almost crying out as one of his hands moved to cover mine, increasing the pressure.

"Danny...oh god Danny...oh...uggghhhh...faster...yess..." He grunted and I could feel his body tensing up quickly as removed my hand to let him continue with his own.
He was going to come and going to come hard...and I was going to be right with him.

He jerked me harder and suddenly his hand and shirt were covered in my come, ream after ream shooting out as I felt a warm wetness fill me deep within.

We were both grunting now, the only noise we felt we could safely make to express our passion for each other.

As soon as we both came back down to earth, I stood up and grabbed a wad of toilet paper, cleaning myself up before pulling up my pants.

"Shit..." Darren whispered and I looked down at him as realisation of what we'd just done hit me.
"How am I gonna explain this?" He asked, looking down at the semi-transparent essence scattered over his shirt.

Without a word, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, allowing him to quickly pull up his pants before leading him to the sinks.
After quite a hectic cleaning session, Darren shirt was once more clean but was now looking extremely wet.

"You are sooo gonna pay for this," he threatened me and I grinned as I leant down to kiss him deeply.

"I can't wait," I replied before unlocking the door and stepping out.

As we neared our interviewers, their eyes immediately fell on Darren's shirt and he blushed slightly.
"Had a fight with the faucet..." He offered in explanation and they seemed satisfied with his answer.

Then, once we were both seated comfortably once more, they continued with their questions.

"So...what do you think of all the rumours going around that you two are romantically involved?" was the first question and the only hint of reaction they got from me was me shifting slightly in my chair.

"Everyone is entitled to his or her own thoughts..." Darren began and I sat back and smiled.
I knew today was going to be a good day and sex in a public bathroom could now be crossed off our wish list...


~Chapter Four~

'I vanna bite your neck.'

'Pack it in.' I growled impatiently at Dan.
This one had taken a lot of organising and I wasn't about to let him ruin it with his childish antics.

'Sorry babe. I know how much this means to you but I couldn't resist it.'
Coming over he put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a brief kiss of apology. 'Forgiven?'

'I guess so.' I muttered turning away and running a final eye over my preparations.

Damn right this one meant a lot. Have you any idea how difficult it is to arrange two sets of fairly specific clothing, a romantic candlelit meal and a whole evening alone without arousing the suspicions of a nosy P.A., a nosy crew and an even nosier back-up band?
Well let me tell you. Bloody difficult.

In the end I fell back on telling them a half-truth; we didn't have another concert for four days and I wanted to stay on in New Orleans and do a bit of sightseeing. They all knew about my Anne Rice obsession so accepted my explanation without too much question.

Dan had simply explained away his continued presence with a shrug of his shoulders and the wish to also have a few days' break.

But what I didn't need was him doing his incredibly lame Dracula impression.

'Let me get this straight,' he said lighting up yet another cigarette, 'I can kiss you and touch you but I can't actually screw you.'

'Yep,'

'How the fuck am I meant to manage that?'
He sat down in an armchair and stretched out his long legs, exhaling a thin stream of blue smoke.

'Look on it as an exercise to explore other ways of bringing each other pleasure.'

'If you say so but I'm not making any promises.'

'Dannnn.'

'Ok, ok, I'll try.'
He held his hands up in surrender and took another drag.

I knew it would be difficult, for us both, but I wanted this whole little charade to be as close to canon as possible, besides which, he was worrying unnecessarily. I had a few tricks up my sleeves, which I'm sure he would find more than enjoyable.

Picking up his lighter, I moved over to the table and lit the candles in readiness for room service's arrival. The table had been laid up in strict accordance with my instructions. Crisp white starched table linen overlaid with a fine lace cloth, cut crystal glasses, fine bone china crockery and highly-polished silver cutlery.

The centre was dominated by a five-branch wrought iron candelabra that I had managed to pick up in an antique shop earlier that day and it was this, along with all the votive candles that I had placed on the side tables and dresser, which now bathed the room in a soft, seductive glow.

Happy with my arrangements, I went over to Dan and sat myself down in his lap.

'Hello Beautiful One.' I murmured.

'Hello my Brat Prince.' He smiled and resting his cigarette in the ashtray, encircled his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer. 'Happy?'

'Yes, very.' I playfully smoothed down his silk necktie.
He wasn't too keen on dressing up like this but then I explained how I felt when we were dressed like this for the photo shoot and somehow that seemed to change his mind.
Mmm, wonder why?

A brisk knock at the door signalled the arrival of dinner. Climbing off of him I went and opened the door to our suite, ushering the waiter in.

'Thank you,' I said, signing the chit, eager for him to depart and the fun to begin.

Daniel just sat in the chair, a bemused smile on his lips.

The food was every bit as perfect as the table. Red wine of course, which Dan immediately and gratefully uncorked, a lush green salad, potatoes absolutely swimming in butter and sizzling Cajun chicken, well we were in New Orleans.
Then for pudding I had ordered Dan's favourite, a rich chocolate torte. Never let it be said that I don't know how to look after my man!

'Dinner is served.' I said theatrically when I had set it all out to my liking.

'Very nice too.' Dan remarked, sitting down opposite me and pouring me a glass of wine, topping up his own in the process.

'Hey watch it.' I cautioned. 'You're no good to me pissed.'

'As if,' he returned, deliberately filling his glass to within an inch of the rim. 'So what shall we drink to then?' He asked raising his glass.

'How about to us and some decent quality time alone...at last.' I suggested.

'Sounds good to me. To us.' And solemnly we clinked our glasses together.

Smiling we began to eat.

We were about halfway through before Dan very quietly laid down his knife and fork. 'I think I'm done with dinner.' He announced.

'But you've barely eaten anything and besides there is chocolate torte for afters.' I protested.

'Darren my love,' Daniel came round and pushed my chair back, pulling me to my feet. 'We have our first night alone, with guaranteed no interruptions, for goodness knows how long, do you think I honestly care about fucking chocolate torte?'

'Well, when you put it like that.'

My lips found his and slowly, tenderly he opened his mouth to welcome my tongue.
Gently I touched it to his own, tasting the spices from the meal, the tang of the wine and underneath it all something that was purely Daniel.

He moaned, soft and low, bringing his hands further round my back, pulling me tighter to him.

Tonight was different from our hurried encounters over the past few weeks. Tonight we had all the time we needed and Daniel seemed to sense this. We could take all night to caress and hold each other, we could eventually fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up in them the following morning. A rare treat indeed.

Breaking the kiss, I took him by the hand and lead him towards the bedroom, retrieving his lighter en route. Pausing by the door I made him wait while I slipped inside and lit yet more candles and just for good measure some incense as well. I only prayed it wouldn't all set off the smoke detectors.

'Come here,' I beckoned and as soon as he stepped in our hands were all over each other again.
I ran my fingers through his long fringe, twisting the strands in delight, relishing the softness beneath my tips. I could smell the freshness of his shampoo and the musk of his cologne and it intoxicated me.

Our caresses only stopped when I made to shrug his heavy velvet-trimmed coat over his shoulders, letting him do the same to me.

Silently we stood before each other and allowed the other to undress us. Delicately embroidered waistcoats followed the jackets onto the chair. Silk neckties were loosened and discarded. Pushing him back until he sat on the bed I knelt down and removed his boots.
'I want tonight to be special.' I started to tell him.

'It is Doze, it is.'

'Ssh,' I silenced him with a finger to his reddened lips, 'I want tonight to be for you, I want to show you what you mean to me, I want you to let me bring your pleasure. Tonight it's going to be all about you.'

'Darren...I...' More protests quickly silenced.

'Just lay back,' I instructed as I pulled off my own boots, 'lay back and enjoy.'

Going back to him, I pushed him down so that he was that he was lying flat on the bed and climbed up so that I was straddling him.
'All for you Jonesy,' I whispered seductively, 'all for you.'

Sliding my hands up under his shirt I began to languidly caress his chest, marvelling at the way the silk rippled over his form.

'Mmmm,' he sighed appreciatively, closing his eyes at the sensation.

Opening his buttons, I eased back the fabric to place lazy kisses on his torso, first one nipple, then the other, then every inch of bare skin in between. Moving to his shoulders I slipped his shirt further down, a gentle hand on the small of his back encouraging him to rise up slightly so that I could remove it completely.

Sitting back on my heels, I undid my own and slipped it off, lying down so that we were skin to skin.

'Darren.'
My head was coaxed up to his for another kiss, this one more demanding then before. His hands ran the length of my spine, causing me to shiver and moan into his mouth.

It would have been so easy to give in at that point and just let him fuck me, goodness knows the ache in my trousers would have welcomed it but no I had to be strong. I wanted to do this for him. I had meant every word when I said that tonight was going to be all about him.

Reluctantly breaking away, I ssh'd his protests and went back to placing kisses on his body.

Small kisses in the dip of his collarbone, growing bolder as I worked my way down his left arm until by his wrist I was running my tongue over his tanned skin in a series of long licks, all the time smoothing my hands over his chest and telling him how good he felt, how good he tasted.

To his credit, although his hands never left my hair, he didn't try and force me to hurry or abandon my ministrations in any way.

A steady stream of moans and permutations of my name fell from his beautiful lips as I repeated my treatment on his other arm.
As I lay across his body I could feel his arousal growing beneath me and smiled. The control he was showing was amazing, I'm not sure I could have just laid there while someone did to me what I was doing to him.

This time when I reached the wrist I stopped and sitting up once more I undid his trousers, pushing them own to his ankles where he mustered enough energy to kick them off. Standing briefly I also removed mine before resuming my original position astride him.

When his hand came down to touch us, I swatted it away then had a better idea. Picking up one of discarded neckties, I took one of his arms and raised it above his head. He knew what was coming but voiced no objections. Winding the silk around his wrist I then secured it to one of the rungs of the headboard. Making sure it wasn't too tight; I leant down and kissed him.

'Comfy?' I murmured.

The look in his eyes said it all, so dark with desire they were almost black, so full of trust and love I wanted to cry.

Cradling his remaining free hand, I drew his thumb into my mouth. His moans became groans of undisguised pleasure and his cock leapt against mine. Slowly, and desperately trying to ignore my own need, I swirled my tongue around the callused pad, imitating a movement I had done so often on another part of his body. Biting down gently I nipped at the soft skin where the joint joined the palm.

Daniel's breathing was all over the place now and I must admit mine was getting that way too. I felt droplets of precome trickle down my inner thigh, though whether they were from him or me I had no idea, a little of both I suspected.

Gathering all my will power, I took his index finger into my mouth as well. Sucking and licking on it, biting down a touch harder this time.

'Fuck. Darren.' Daniel raggedly cursed and I knew it wouldn't be long.
For either of us.

'Come for me Danny.' I whispered as I drew in his remaining fingers.

Rubbing myself up against him, I felt myself go. Sucking furiously on his fingers, trying hard not to choke, I forced a scream from between my lips as his body trembled.

'Come for me lover.' I repeated, temporarily removing his fingers from my mouth before re-commencing my assault with renewed vigour.

Biting down I felt him stiffen, as with a jerk he contained himself no longer and shot all over our chests and stomachs. Moments later I followed, letting his fingers drop so I could cry his name over and over.

Releasing his bound hand and ignoring the stickiness between us, I covered his body with mine, as his hands roamed my sweat-sheened limbs, soothing and guiding me down.

'Darren, baby, Darren, my brat prince, my love,' he cooed against my ear as I felt my consciousness leave me.

*****

Somewhere through my dreams I heard a faint beeping and moments later I felt Dan's weight shift and leave the bed. Groggily I felt around, seeking to encourage him back to me.

'Darren?' Dan returned. 'Darren honey,' two soft kisses, one to each of my still firmly shut eyelids. 'Wake up I've got something I want to show you.'

'Show me with my eyes shut.'

He chuckled close to my ear. 'No you need to get up for this one. Come on or you'll miss it.'

Putting his arms around me he gently pulled me from the bed. Once he was sure I was steady on my feet, he took the duvet and wrapping it round his shoulders, walked over to the window.

Opening his arms, he motioned for me to join him and when I did, pulled the cover snugly round us both, embracing me in his arms and the duvet's warmth.

'Correct me if I'm wrong but this is the one other thing that Louis and Lestat never got to share.'

Silently I nodded and nestled further back into him as together we gazed out of the window and watched the dawn break over New Orleans.


~Chapter Five~

Although our small trip to New Orleans had been a welcome break from the monotony that was touring, I found myself growing edgy and short-tempered quickly, upsetting everyone around me and, worst of all, upsetting Darren.

I hated it, but I couldn't stop myself and then, to see the hurt expression on Darren's beautiful face, well it was tearing me apart.
And this is how I came to be telling the guys, after a performance that I couldn't remember if I tried, that I just wanted to be alone for a bit and that they should go back to the hotel without me.

So, after instruction upon instruction on how to securely lock up the huge hall when I was finished, I was finally alone and as soon as I heard the door slam, I returned to the stage and with very little thought, I wheeled my black grand piano into the centre.

Once I'd also retrieved the piano stool, I sat down at the instrument, running my fingers over the comforting and familiar ivories whilst I searched my mind for a tune.
Within seconds 'Truly Madly Deeply' was echoing off the walls of the empty room, adding an almost eerie quality to the music.

I didn't realise that I wasn't entirely alone until I felt Darren's hand on my shoulder and I didn't notice that I was crying until he ran a gentle thumb down my cheek, collecting a small droplet of the salty liquid.

I stopped playing and leant back against his hard body, sighing softly as his warmth instantly enveloped me, his arms sliding around my chest, holding me.

"What's wrong, Danny?" He asked softly, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore," I answered, finally facing what was slowly killing me inside.

"Do what? Us?" He asked and I could hear the slight quiver in his voice.

I didn't answer him straight away. Instead I pulled him down to sit on the piano stool, straddling it as he faced my side.
I then turned my back to him and he once more pulled me into his embrace, his thighs on either side of mine, his arms around my waist and his cheek resting against my back.

It was then that I answered him.
"No...this..." I said, motioning to the empty room with a broad sweep of my arm and he was silent as he slowly rubbed his cheek against the soft material of the jumper I'd changed into after the concert.

"You really don't enjoy it, do you?" He said finally and it was a statement more than a question.

"No. I hate being in a different place every night or every two. I hate having to live up to people's expectations and most of all, I hate being with you and having to watch everything I say and do. I hate not being able to touch you and I hate not being able to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me, when I want to." I answered him and I quickly swiped at the tears that had once more begun to fall.

"Oh Danny, if only you'd told me," he whispered as his arms tightened around me.

"What good would it have done? We have a tour that has to be finished."

There was silence once more and I could tell he was thinking as my hands slid over his, my long fingers playing with his.
"We're gonna finish this tour, Danny, and then we're going to take a break. I don't care for how long, I just want you happy." was his final sentence and I turned my head to look at him.

"Daz, are you sure? You'd really do that for me?" I asked, incredulous at what he was temporarily giving up for me.
He didn't answer me as, instead, his lips sought mine.

I sighed into the kiss as his lips conveyed to me the love he felt for me.
"I'd do anything for you," he answered, breaking the kiss momentarily, only to resume the second the words had left his mouth.

Although this kiss was like the first, there was also the unmistakeable hint of hunger.
This was the first time we'd been alone since New Orleans, three weeks ago.

His tongue tangled with mine and I found my hands sliding down to rest on his thighs as his own hands worked their magic on my chest, sliding up under my jumper to caress my naked flesh.

I moaned into his mouth as I shifted back slightly, nestling myself against his groin, feeling his hardness against my backside.

As the mating of our mouths became more passionate, my hands moved up his thighs and between us, seeking his arousal.
His sharp intake of breath was his only reaction as I began to massage him, feeling him grow against my hands.

Now small moans were coming from him and I shut my eyes tightly, wanting to memorise the amazing sounds.

His hips began to jerk slightly and I increased the pressure as his own hands found their way to the straining fly of my pale blue jeans.
He made short work of the zipper and button, then my hardness was free and his hands were stroking me and quickly bringing me up to his stage of arousal.

Soon we were both thrusting against each other, our kiss broken as we both moaned our pleasure to each other and then the moans were replaced by cries of unintelligible words...then we were both climaxing, crying out names and words of intense passion.

Once the waves had subsided, we remained locked against each other, neither one of us wanting to break the spell we'd just woven.
Minutes passed and I actually began to doze in Darren's arms until he began to chuckle against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"What's so funny?" I asked before lifting up one of his hands to my mouth, gently cleaning it of my essence.

Darren was speechless for a few minutes as he just drowned in the sensation of my tongue licking at his hand, sucking on his fingers, then he remembered the question.
"I was just thinking that we can now cross 'sex on the stage' off our list." He answered then let out a shaky sigh as I finished with his hands.

"How right you are! I never even thought about it!" I said with a laugh and he nuzzled my neck before moving to stand up.

I quickly joined him, doing up my pants as I did so, then, hand in hand, we left the hall, making sure it was securely locked before we began the very short walk to our hotel.

"Darren..."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."


~Chapter Six~

'Very smart.' Daniel commented drolly. But his eyes betrayed what he could not say, namely 'very smart but if I had my way I would have you out of that tux and slammed up against the wall in thirty seconds flat'.

'Thank you.' I replied flopping down into the nearest armchair, his look of longing not lost on me and more than mirrored by one of my own.

'Darren! Don't.' Leonie flapped around pulling me back to my feet, 'You'll crease the jacket and they will be coming for you soon.'

I pulled a face and sat down again though with a little more care this time.

'Look I know you don't really want to do this but please make an effort to at least look as if you are enjoying it. There are some very influential people out there.'

Too right I didn't want to be here but the record company had insisted. A charity 'auction' for the wealthy socialites of New York. 'Bid' for a date with the celebrity of your choice. Great, fine but just leave me out of it. No such luck. So here I was waiting backstage for my turn when I could think of a hundred different places I would rather be. Actually, glancing across at Dan I could think of a hundred different places I would rather be but only one person I wanted to be with there with.

'Mr Hayes. They are ready for you now.' A runner stuck her head round the door, her eyes also betraying what she really thought. Sorry luv, not a chance.

'I'm coming.' I replied standing up and plastering my best 'I'm a star and everybody loves me' look on my face.

'Go get 'em.' Daniel said placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

'Thanks Jonesy.'

'Darren!' Leonie grabbed my hand and practically dragged me from the room, I guess still worried that I might change my mind.

'Our next date is the lead singer with the phenomenally successful Australian pop band Savage Garden, Mr Darren Hayes.' The M.C announced and that was my cue to step onto the stage.

'So ladies who'll start the 'bidding' at $2000?'

Smiling like I was enjoying myself I scanned the audience, searching out Leonie and Daniel, eager to see a friendly face amongst all fawning women and their indulgent husbands. I spotted Leonie sat over to one side but it took me a little longer to locate Dan. He was standing near the back of the room, talking on his cell phone. Well thanks for the support love. My moment of ritual humiliation and he was talking on his fucking mobile.

He caught my gaze and gave me a brief up-nod. Great, what is he looking so cheerful about? It's not him up here being 'auctioned' off like some piece of cheap meat. Ok, I reassessed as the bidding reached $8000, not exactly a cheap piece of meat.
Someone must want to spend an evening with me very badly.

I gasped and then paid attention, fascinated as the bidding kept rising. As far as I could make out it was now down to two people. Some over-made-up woman in her mid-thirties whose companion looked more like her father then her husband and some mystery bidder whose offers were coming through one of the brokers on the phone.

$10,000. $13,000, $16,000.

When the bid reached $20,000 I was genuinely amazed. Just please let it not be some psychotic crazed fan, I prayed. 'I have $20,000 on my left,' and the M.C. indicated the phone broker. '$20,000, do I hear $21,000?' He asked. The woman on the floor shook her head sadly.

'$20,000 it is then.' The broker nodded their client's confirmation. 'Thank you Mr Hayes.'

One last fake smile, a quick bow and I was done. Thankfully.

Daniel and Leonie caught up with me as I was in the process of tearing off my tux and changing back into my more comfortable long sleeved T and jeans. 'Just get me out of here.' I muttered barely registering Daniel's crestfallen gaze when he saw that I was no longer wearing my suit. Tough. Gathering up my things I headed for the door. 'And thanks for the support mate,' I ground out murderously.

'Sorry.' At least he had the good grace to look shamefaced. 'Something came up. I had to take it.'

'You. Bar. Now.' Each word punctuated by a stab to his shoulder with my index finger.

Leaving Leonie to pack up the tux and explain my abrupt departure the two of us headed back to the hotel and the rest of the band, who even as we spoke were probably carrying out their threat to drink the place dry. Well tonight I intended to join them and if Daniel thought that anything else was remotely on the agenda he was sorely mistaken.

Three nights, one slightly strained show and an awful lot of piss taking later, I reluctantly got ready to fulfil my end of the bargain; dinner at some swanky uptown restaurant. Despite all my pleas, Leonie refused to agree to call me early into the 'date' with an 'urgent' message demanding my immediate attention. Once again Dan failed me by also refusing.

So I wasn't in the best of moods as I sat at our table waiting for whoever the mysterious bidder was to arrive. I had resigned myself to making the best of a bad situation, who knows maybe she would be alright. Who was I trying to kid? She was only interested in Darren Hayes the pop star, the diva, she wouldn't be interested in the real me.

Whoever she was she was late I thought as I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time.

'Mr Hayes?' A waiter came and enquired.

'Yep, that's me.'

'There's a phone call for you.'

Yes, thank you. I silently blessed whoever it was. Getting up I went over to the phone.

'Darren Hayes.'

'Darren it's me.'

I take it all back, he was instantly forgiven. 'Jonesy please tell me it's good news.'

He chuckled down the line. 'Just tell the restaurant that you no longer need the reservation and get your butt out here.'

Out here? I looked around and there he was waving maniacally through the front window.

'In case you had forgotten I am supposed to be waiting for my date.' I replied dryly.

More laughter. 'There never was any date. Get yourself out here and I'll explain.'

I needed no second telling. Politely informing the maitre'd that I was leaving, I all but ran from the restaurant.

'So...' I inquired as we walked away.

'So there never was any date.' He said as if that itself was sufficient explanation.

'But somebody was bidding. Somebody paid $20,000.'

At this point Daniel started laughing, really laughing.

'What is so fucking funny?' I demanded.

'You don't get it do you?' He answered, throwing back his head and waggling his cell phone at me.

His cell phone. Oh, oh OH!

'Why?'

He stopped laughing and shrugged his shoulders. 'Because I knew how much you hated the idea and it was the only way I could think of to get you out of it.'

'Thank you, but why wait until now to tell me you little shit.'

Stopping in his tracks he backed me into a doorway and placing his hands on my shoulders brushed his lips close to my ear.

'Because it means that tonight, Mr. Darren Stanley Hayes, your arse is all mine boy,' he affected an appalling Southern drawl, 'brought and paid for.' And he tweaked said arse, none too gently for emphasis.

Light dawned. 'You mean like your own personal slave.' I swallowed hard. I thought he was joking when he added that one.

'Don't look so worried love.' he drew back and studied my anxious face. 'I'm not about to put you on a collar and leash and parade you down main street.'

His face broke into a wide grin. 'Seriously though think about it, where are you meant to be tonight?'

'In a restaurant having dinner with my 'date'.

'Precisely and the rest of the band have gone out to a club.'

'And you are...?' I suddenly saw where he was going with this.

'Holed up in my hotel room with a stonking headache.'

'Daniel Jones you are a genius.' Grabbing his face between my hands I pulled him down for a kiss, a long, slow kiss of thanks and apology. 'I'm sorry I've been such a shit these last few days.'

He waved away my apology. 'Yes you have been but understandably so, now forget about it and let's make use of the precious time that we have. $20,000 doesn't buy us much you know.'

The money. I had completely forgotten about the money. 'Er Dan, how are you going to explain away that one at our next financial meeting?'

'It won't be coming out of the business account.' He said simply. I was flabbergasted.

'You would really shell out that much just to be able to spend time alone with me?'

'Baby you are worth every penny.'

Okay lead me to that hotel room NOW. I had some serious paying back to do.

Somehow we managed to make the cab ride back to the hotel without ravishing each other but as soon as we were safely in his room our hands were all over each other.

'I love you so much.' I told him in between frantic kisses.

Locked together we tumbled onto the bed, and I was just about to lift his top over his head when there was a knock at the door.

'Shit!' He cursed under his breath, then called out 'Who is it?'

'It's me.' Leonie. I swear that woman must have radar when it comes to me and Dan being alone.

'Just coming.'

Pulling me off of the bed Daniel bundled me into the bathroom and started to strip.

'What the...'

'Wait here.' He hissed silencing my protests with a swift kiss. Wrapping the smallest towel he could find round his waist he turned on the tap and ducked his head under, splashing his upper body for good measure.

Leaving the tap running he went and opened the bedroom door. Straining to hear them over the noise of the water I could make out Leonie enquiring as to how his 'headache' was and Dan explaining that it was a little better and that he was just taking a quick bath prior to turning in for an 'early' night.

It appeared to satisfy her as moments later I heard the door shut again and Daniel turn the key.

The bath was now half full and it seemed a shame to waste all that water. Adding some of the complimentary bubble bath I undressed and got in.

'Panic over.' Daniel declared coming back to me. 'Darren what are you doing?' He enquired when he saw what I had done.

'What's it look like? Taking a bath. Care to join me?'

Smiling he let the towel drop from his body and stepped in.

'I know it's not on our list,' I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist, 'but we can always add it later...much later.' I added as my hands found what they were searching for.

*Splash, smooch, sigh, scream (muffled of course!)*