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~Chapter Seven~
I was so proud of my little bidding idea and I knew, as the week passed into the next, that I was going to have to do something again soon or I was going to burst. Our night together had been so perfect but the fact that Darren had to creep back to his own room before the sun had risen, and before we could partake in morning sex, kinda ruined it.
And, since that auction, we'd practically been performing non-stop and we all know what that means...watching Darren prance around in those not-quite-tight-enough leathers, longer-than-necessary touches and that big-time killer, the throwing-himself-to-his-knees-in-front-of-me trick.
I swear he does it on purpose because he knows he can tease me all he wants and with my stage persona, I can't reciprocate.
Wonder if he'd appreciate me throwing my guitar into the screaming audience and taking him right there and then...
"Daniel??? Earth to Daniel?" Lee called and I snapped, unhappily might I add, out of my daze.
"Yeah?" I mumbled.
"I said, Karl, Ben and I are going to have a few in the bar and was wondering if you would like to join us." Lee explained, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the hotel bar, a dark room full of alcohol, smoke and tightly cramped bodies.
"No thanks. Tonight's totally knocked me for a six," I replied, running a hand tiredly through my shaggy blond locks.
"Yeah, you don't really look like you're with it at the moment." Karl commented, sticking his head in my face.
"Thank you doctor Karl!" I joked, shoving him backwards into Ben.
He just grinned at me before throwing an arm around Lee's neck and pulling him backwards.
Lee told me goodbye then he spun in Karl's arms and let the drummer lead him and Ben into the dark recesses of the bar.
I watched them disappear then I shook my head and turned towards the hotel lifts, already imagining my nice, comfy, albeit a little to empty for my likings, bed.
Seconds later I became aware of a figure beside me and turning, I found myself faced with the object of my torture.
"Hey Darren," I greeted him friendly, taking notice that there were far to many people around to greet him the way I wanted.
"Hey Dan. You okay?" He asked and I smiled at the worried expression on his face, feeling myself grow warm inside.
I've found myself a prince...
"Yeah, why do you ask?" I replied finally and subtly brushed my hand against his, enjoying the tiny contact.
"Because I've never known you to pass up a night of alcohol with the boys." He teased and I moved to poke him in the ribs.
"It so happens that I don't have to join them every time they want to get wasted. I have class!" I announced, puffing up my chest as I hit the elevator button.
He giggled and I grinned at him, admiring the sparkle in his eyes as he looked up at me and I almost melted.
"So, anyway, what are you doing?" I asked, fighting the urge to lean down and kiss those beautifully parted lips.
"Nothing much. Managed to ditch Leonie for a second and was just enjoying the silence." He replied and I laughed.
"I thought it was awfully quiet around here and if we want to keep it that way, I suggest we very quickly get into this lift because the aforementioned PA is currently running to catch up with you," I stated as I grabbed Darren's arm and pulled him quite roughly into the empty elevator, willing the doors to close before Leonie had a chance to reach us.
"I swear she has a homing device on me!" Darren whined, sighing in relief as the doors closed with a definite thud.
I laughed at him then pushed the button to our floor before moving to lean against the back wall.
If there was something I hated more than flying, it would have to be elevators. Ever since I saw that elevator thingy in 'Speed'.
Darren knew this and every time he and I were alone in an elevator, he always felt the need to bring it up.
"So...wonder if this lift is gonna make it to the top..." He teased and I gave him a look.
"What? It's an honest questi..." He began but was cut off by a shuddering and a sudden halt in movement.
"Oh shit..." I groaned softly, looking at him with widened eyes.
This was not happening. 'Speed' was coming alive!!!!
"Daniel...don't panic. Danny, look at me. It's okay. I'm sure there's alarms going off right now, telling them that one of their lifts has stopped and they're running to fix it right now." Darren soothed but I was already backing into the corner and sliding down the wall.
Maybe I should have gone for that drink...
"Daniel...look at me," Darren began to plead and I felt his fingers on my chin, forcing it up so that I could look at him.
He opened his mouth to try and comfort me some more but it seemed to die on his lips as he leant closer, his breath fanning over my face.
Seconds later his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding in to taste me, to taste my fear, and I was responding without hesitation, welcoming the distraction.
His lips stroked mine in his special, tantalising way and his fingers sifted through my hair, drawing my head closer, even as he was pulling away from me.
I almost whimpered at the loss of his mouth and he chuckled huskily.
Good to see he was as affected as I was.
"Hey, do you think crossing an item off the list would take your mind off our little dilemma?" He suggested and laughed as he suddenly found himself lying on his back, my own body covering his.
What followed next was a lot of sighs, moans, whispered nothings and clothing being removed, piece-by-piece.
"Oh yesssss..." Darren moaned as my hands moved down his chest, weaving a wicked little trail down to his hardness.
Seconds later his lips were on mine once more and I was lying on my back, Darren hovering over me, gently thrusting his hips and teasingly moving his erection against mine.
The kiss grew ever hotter and our fun and games quickly turned serious as Darren quickly flipped me onto my stomach and raised me to my knees.
"Now, Darren...fuck me dammit!!!" I growled and he chuckled huskily before nipping at the nape of my neck.
I moved back against his hardness and grit my teeth as his hands gripped my hips and he began to push against my opening.
I tried to keep from crying out but as he filled me completely, my control was torn from me.
"Shhhh..." Darren whispered into my ear and I moved my head to the side, capturing his mouth in a somewhat awkward kiss.
As he returned the kiss, he slowly began to rock his hips against mine, pulling out slightly before pushing deep inside me once more, instantly creating a pleasurable rhythm.
"Oh Darren..." I moaned into his mouth, arching slightly as one of his hands slid around to caress my own hardened cock, sending shivers through my body.
He began to pull me off in time with his own movements and it wasn't long before we were both panting hard, our movements speeding up.
I felt Darren tensing over me and I bore harder down on him, wanting to feel him explode deep within me.
"Danny...I can't...can't...arrrgggghhhh!!!!!" He cried loudly in my ear, his hand digging painfully into my hip as he filled me with his seed, the feel sending me into my own climax, my essence spilling over his hand and onto the elevator floor.
"Ohhh...ohhhh...ohhh." He sighed, his hips still moving against mine, still basking in the intensity of his orgasm.
My own noises of pleasure mirrored his and would have continued to do so if the damn lift hadn't decided to start moving again.
The both of us moved slowly, knowing we had quite a few floors to go before we reached our own floor.
Our dressing was done with many pauses and even more kisses and caresses, neither of us really willing to give up the passion just yet, wanting to draw it out just that bit longer so it would last until we were next faced with a moment alone.
"So...how do you feel about elevators now?" Darren asked, a cheeky smile on his face as we stood, facing the doors and waiting for the lift to stop.
"I think I've suddenly developed a passion for them," I answered him, leaning in to give him one last kiss.
We pulled away seconds before the doors opened and it was a good thing too...
"Darren! Daniel!!! Are you two okay!?!? I almost had a heart attack when I heard that the lift had gotten stuck!" was the first thing we heard as we came face to face with a very frantic and harried Leonie.
"Leo, we're okay. Dan got a bit panicked but I managed to calm him down," Darren told her, casting a sidelong wink at me which was blissfully lost on Leonie.
"Thank god! Now come out of there before something else happens! Oh...what's that white stuff on the floor?"
Darren and I took one look at each other and then bolted down the hall, Leonie chasing after us.
~Chapter Eight~
Silently I gazed out of the window of the mini-van ferrying us from the airport to our latest hotel.
Another faceless city, another strip of shops, another cinema showing the new 'Austin Powers' movie. Hang on, rewind. The new 'Austin Powers'? I had wanted to see that ever since it was released but what with being slap bang in the middle of the tour had never got round to it. As we stopped at some traffic lights I craned my head to get a better look at the display board. Yes! Result. They had a late night showing. And as luck would have it we had arrived mid-afternoon with no show until tomorrow and no show meant no soundchecks and no soundchecks meant...my heart started beating just that little bit faster as another thought occurred to me.
'Hey Leonie,' I called over the heads of the other band members. 'K. J.C.M. changed the time of that interview didn't they?'
'Yes Darren,' Leonie explained wearily as if to a small child, 'they want you on tomorrow's breakfast show instead.'
Yes, yes, yes. Ok down boy. Trying desperately not to bounce in excitement, I looked across and caught Daniel's eye, smiling serenely at him. In return he just looked back at me in mild puzzlement and rolled his eyes as if to say 'what are you plotting now?'
'How'd you fancy a trip to the pictures later?' I asked as we all trooped into the hotel.
'Yeah, whatever.' was his non-committal answer.
I'm sorry but could I help it if I took my movies seriously?
'So is this a general invitation?' The enquiry came from Lee.
'Sure.' I bluffed, hoping their reaction would be the usual one.
'What are you going to see?' Karl chipped in. 'The new Austin Powers.'
'Urghhhh, no thanks.'
'What's wrong with Austin Powers?' I asked indignantly.
'Darren there is only one thing worse than watching an Austin Powers movie with you.' Lee was kind enough to inform me.
'And that is...?'
'Watching a Star Wars movie with you.' Ben finished off with a laugh.
Ah, thank you my so predictable back-up band.
'Looks like you've drawn the short straw there mate.' Karl said, punching Daniel lightly on the arm in a show of comradely sympathy.
'Yeah, thanks mate.' He replied, and I knew that he still hadn't twigged.
'So whose turn is it to buy the popcorn?' I asked gazing purposefully in the direction of the confectionery counter.
'Whadda ya mean, 'whose turn is it to buy the popcorn'? Darren you never buy the popcorn!'
'I know.' I replied with mock sheepishness, playfully intertwining my fingers with his. 'Salted please.'
Tutting he pulled his hand from mine and shaking his head went over to do what he did every time we went to the pictures together. Buy the popcorn.
I told myself that he tutted and drew away in disbelief at my unashamed cheek at getting him to buy the munchies -- yet again. But in truth I knew it was because he was being mindful of us showing undue affection in public.
The crazy thing was that he wasn't concerned for his own sake, he had more-or-less decided that when this tour was over he was going to take me up on my offer of an extended break and use the time to further his reputation as a producer. Any rumours that flew around were unlikely to affect his work. No, he was concerned over what a public outing might do to my image and the consequences it may have on the solo career I was planning to take a stab at.
His consideration was touching and I appreciated it. Neither of us knew how our record company and more importantly how our fans would react if the exact nature of our relationship was to become public knowledge. It was just that occasionally I wished we could throw caution to the wind and simply behave as any other couple would.
Fortunately Dan was always there to curb any such impetuous thoughts as and when they arose. But it was still so fucking frustrating and I knew Daniel felt the same.
Now as he sauntered across back to me, flashing that oh so sexy smile at me I wondered what he would think if he knew what I was planning.
Entering the designated screen it was half-empty. It figured, well it was the late night showing. Grinning at each other we plumped for the back row of the theatre. One of the joys of being a grown-up meant that you could do all the things your parents had never let you do as a child, like sit at the back and put your feet up on the row in front. Which is exactly what we did, Daniel plonking the, large, tub of popcorn down between us on the arm of the chairs.
We settled down as the house lights dimmed and the movie started. Dipping into the tub our fingers kept brushing together and I got the distinct impression that Dan was deliberately timing it so that this would be the case. The next time it happened I grabbed his hand and restraining it with one of mine offered him a handful of popcorn with my free one.
He grinned at me in the half-light and mischievously let me feed him, almost choking as I crammed it in.
'Right, you asked for it.' He whispered menacingly and taking a handful of his own he reached over but instead of ramming it into my waiting mouth, pulled at the neck of my shirt and stuffed it down the collar.
Oh so he was feeling playful after all. Using the hand I still had a firm hold of as leverage I pulled him back towards me, crashing our lips together before he had a chance to voice any protest. Lust obviously won out over caution this time as instantly his tongue was demanding entrance and his hands were at the back of my neck holding me to him.
When we parted he smiled at me and brought our enjoined hands to his lips, tenderly kissing each of my knuckles.
Letting go of his hand and once I had dislodged the popcorn from under my shirt, I decided it was time to try for the 'oh-dear-I-seemed-to-have-knocked-the-popcorn-over-aren't-I-clumsy' trick.
Under the pretense of taking another handful I nudged the tub off of its perch.
It worked. The popcorn ended up all over his lap and the floor.
Daniel shot me a 'honestly Darren I can't take you anywhere' look and in return I shot him back my best 'it was an accident, honest' look.
Onto phase two.
Dropping to my knees I began to scrabble around on the floor to all intents and purposes picking up the spilt kernels.
'Darren,' he hissed, 'now what are you doing?'
Duh! Wasn't it obvious? I was picking up the popcorn cause that the kind of nice considerate person I was. What else could I possibly have been doing? But oh look, hello Jonesy, my head just happens to have ended up between your legs and look there is a piece of popcorn on your lap right there. Hmm I'd better clean that one up too.
'Darren.' There was the warning tone. 'What. Are. You. Doing?'
'Welllllll, I've spilt the popcorn but I still want something to eat. Any suggestions?' I asked innocently.
'Darren we can't -- there are other people around. What if someone sees us?' I quickly glanced around. The nearest other people were about twenty rows down and were paying about as much attention to the film as we now were.
'No one will see us -- besides, last time I checked it was your handwriting that this one was in the book in.'
Dan chuckled softly. It was true. This was 'one of his'. Glancing round himself he slid just that little bit further down in his seat, wordlessly giving me permission to continue.
'Do I make you horny baby?' I whispered from my knelt position.
'What?'
Exasperated I gave a theatrical sigh. 'Do I make you horny baby?'
'Yes, you do, you know you do. I only have to look at that beautiful body of yours and I'm hard.' And as if to lend weight to his words he took my hand and placed it on his semi-aroused cock.
Lowering my head I nuzzled him through the fabric of his trousers, my hands moving to slowly caress his outer thighs.
'Oooohhhh, mmmmmm,' His barely suppressed moans reached my ears. 'Darren.'
Okay I was going to have to make this fast before his moans alerted the entire the cinema that something far more interesting than the movie was taking place back here.
Perfect. A fight scene erupted on the scene accompanied by much noise and a rock soundtrack. There goes Dan's button and zipper. Swiftly I parted his boxers and released his cock into my hand. Using short, hard strokes I quickly brought him up to full hardness before placing my lips around him.
Daniel slid even further down in his seat. One hand on my shoulder to keep me in place, the other fisted into his mouth in an attempt to muffle his increasing moans.
Shit! The fighting had ceased and been replaced by dialogue. Shit, shit, shit. I froze, my mouth half-full of Daniel.
'Fuck!' Dan cursed under his breath, trying his hardest not to pant too heavily.
Fuck was right. Very tentatively I sucked in my cheeks and leaning forward slightly, took in more and more until his tip hit the back of my throat. Slowly I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, pausing as Daniel's breathing sped up again.
Then I heard a most welcome sound. Austin had got together with a woman and, well let's just say the noises they were making more than covered any we were about create. The only question was could I make Dan come quicker than Austin Powers?
Wasting no time I set about trying to find out.
Sucking and licking for all I was worth, I tasted the first drops of Daniel's pre-come.
The hand that was on my shoulder shifted to tightly grip my hair accompanied by some very strangled groans. Not much longer my love, I promise.
Austin and Daniel started their ascent at roughly the same time. The moans from the screen more than masking Dan's repressed ones. Come for me Jonesy. My hands fastened onto his arse in encouragement. Looking briefly up I could see that he had his head thrown back, his eyes screwed up in total agony at not being able to vocalise his building climax.
A couple more determined sucks did it and I felt his body tremble under my hands as the first wave of hot come flooded my mouth. Swallowing for all I was worth I gladly drunk down all that he gave me. The iron grip on my hair loosened and hurriedly I set about licking him clean before withdrawing my mouth and tucking him back in.
As I rose from the floor Austin came. My technique was obviously better than his, I noted with some satisfaction.
'Thank you.' Daniel leant over and hoarsely whispered, his hands finding mine.
'You're more than welcome my love.'
Sleepily he rested his head on my shoulder.
'Danny?'
'Mmm?'
'Do you really want to see the rest of this movie?'
'No, not really.'
'How about we split?'
''K.'
So furtively we snuck out of the movie theatre and ran down the deserted streets giggling and screeching like a couple of teenagers.
'Oh bloody hell!' I stopped running and doubled over with laughter as a thought occurred to me.
'What? What's up?' Daniel also halted and walked back a few steps to where I was.
'What the fuck am I going to tell the others if they ask about the plot of the movie?'
~Chapter Nine~
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please!!!!"
"NO!!!"
"Danny...please!!!" He whined and I clenched my fists, swearing that if he didn't stop soon, I might actually hit him.
"Darren! I told you at the start that I didn't want to do it! It's not on the list!" I told him through gritted teeth and he turned those deep blue eyes on me.
Damn he's good!
"Please Danny. You're always saying how you'd do anything for me! And this is something I've always wanted to do!" He continued to plead, his hand sliding in a direct path up my thigh and towards my crotch.
"Darren!" I gasped in a hushed whisper, "Somebody might see!"
"I think they're all too busy sleeping," he chuckled and I looked quickly around the very quiet cabin.
He was right of course, everyone was dead to the world. Everyone but him, me and the thing that was most definitely stirring between my legs.
"Please Danny!" He began whining once more and so began hour two of the pleading.
By the end of hour three I caved. It was either that or beat him senseless and I wasn't in the mood to explain to Leo why her boss was pulp on the floor of the plane...along with the fact that you can't screw pulp...
So anyway, I gave in and letting out a few choice grumbles, I stood up and let him drag me into the toilet situated at the rear of the plane.
I was still grumbling as he pushed me into the tiny room and moved in behind me, closing and locking the door behind us.
I can't believe I'm doing the one thing I vowed I'd never do again, all because of a beautiful blue-eyed singer who had me wrapped tightly around his little finger.
"Awww, Danny, don't look like that!" He laughed as he turned me to face him, getting my frown full blast. "Just think of it this way, you're doing something very important for the man you love. You do love me...don't you?"
Oh god! He's going for the puppy dog look!!!
"Of course I love you" I blurted out quickly, knowing that I was now completely and utterly helpless against him. Damn blue eyes!
"Well, why don't you want to show it?" He continued and I almost choked as he did the famous diva pout.
I'm done for!
"You don't play fair!" I complained and he chuckled.
"I never said I would," was his reply before his sneaky little hands grabbed my crotch.
"Whoa geezus!" I cried out before his spare hand was slapped over my open mouth.
"Shhh...we don't want to arouse anyone's attention...only each other," he said with a wink as the aforementioned sneaky little hand began to rub me, making me hard quicker than I thought possible.
Maybe this idea wasn't so bad after all...
Pushing his hand from my mouth, I gave him a sly look.
"Well, I know how to be quiet when I have to, but what about you? I have it on good authority that you just happen to be a screamer..." I teased and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't know about you but I kinda think it'd be hard to scream with my mouth full of your cock." was his reply and my jaw dropped.
The word sounded so sinful coming from his beautiful angel lips and I suddenly I felt the urge to forget the rest of the band and make this man scream.
"So, what are you waiting for then?" I choked out before he moved in and made it impossible to talk.
He kissed me long and hard, his tongue swirling around mine, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.
As delicious as the kiss was, my mind was elsewhere as his hand continued to massage my hardness through my thin cotton pants, sending shivers throughout my body.
And people think his only talent lies in his voice!
My hands moved to his shoulder and I gripped him tightly as I began to move my hips against him, almost whimpering as he pulled his hand away.
"Don't worry, angel, it's not going anywhere for long," he told me and he wasn't lying because seconds later my pants and boxers had been pushed to my ankles and he had his hand on my hardness once more, the warmth of his hand sending little shocks of pleasure throughout my body.
As his hand gripped and stroked me gently, I had the sudden urge to return the favour and moments later, his pants and boxers were in pretty much the same position as mine and my hand was softly stroking his erection, while our mouths still feasted on each other.
He was so hard and aching as I moved my hand slowly, swallowing every whimper of pleasure and want that he made, knowing that he was doing the same to me.
His hand felt so good on me and once again I found myself moving against it, countering his strokes, wanting to feel his hand more and more.
"Wait..." I mumbled seconds later, reluctantly pulling away from his hungry mouth but not breaking the contact of our hands.
"Dannnyyyyy!!!" He whined, reaching for me once more but I danced out of his reach, regretting it almost immediately as his hand slid from me.
"No...I don't want to have to explain any more wet shirts," I said hoarsely, ignoring his confused expression as I pulled my shirt over my head.
The confusion was still on his face as my shirt hit the floor but the look in his eyes said that he didn't care as they roamed over my naked chest.
I laughed at him then grabbed his hardened cock, covering the pad of my thumb in the fluid that had already begun to seep out from my earlier administrations.
I then raised my thumb to his face and realisation dawned on him before he moved quickly and snared my thumb between his lips, sucking at it in the most erotic of ways, doing what he did best with that tongue of his.
Once he was satisfied with the cleanliness of my thumb, he let it slide from his mouth as his hands moved to quickly remove his shirt.
Finally he was completely naked, ignoring the fact that he still had his pants around his ankles, and I approached him once more, reaching for his hardness and falling quickly into a pleasurable rhythm.
It wasn't long before his own hand was on me once more and our mouths locked in another passionate kiss as we tried to keep our little sounds of pleasure as quiet as we possibly could. "Oh yeah..." Darren gasped softly as he pulled away from my mouth, drawing in lungfuls of air.
Our hands didn't cease their movements and slowly we began to pull each other towards the edge, little cries of pleasure being muffled by kisses or mouths being buried against straining necks.
Our movements quickly grew jerky as we felt our blood beginning to boil, our hips thrusting not only against each other's hands but each other as well, hard wet cocks rubbing against each other, heightening the intensity.
Darren came first, grunting into my shoulder, his teeth scraping at my heated flesh and adding just that little bit more of stimulation that had me quickly following him, my own essence covering his recent offering.
Our hands continued moving, although slower, as our heart beats slowed and our breathing resembled normal.
"That was good..." Darren whispered before his tongue slipped out to lick at a bead of sweat running down my neck.
"Oh yeah..." was my really eloquent reply as my body shivered slightly.
Does this man know how to do anything but bring pleasure?
"Thank you for doing this for me, Danny...it means the world," he then said before raising his head and kissing me softly, a far cry from our earlier kisses yet strangely more satisfying.
I returned the kiss then broke our lovers' embrace, finally letting go of his now-limp cock, almost missing its presence in my hand.
He quickly did the same then we both shuffled around to the sink and began cleaning each other off with gentle strokes of wet paper towel.
Once we'd cleaned each other, among many soft kisses, we dressed and then Darren slowly opened the toilet door and poked his head out, looking at the rest of the crew.
"The coast is clear..." He whispered then took my hand and led me back to our seats.
We seated ourselves then Darren leant against me, snuggling up as much as the small plane seats would allow us and in return, I did the same, knowing that if anyone awoke, it would just look like we'd fallen asleep against each other.
"So, now I'm a member." He mumbled, already close to dozing off.
"Hmmm...?" was my equally alert reply.
"Mile High Club..." was his reply and I chuckled before turning my head slightly and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"Welcome to the most elite of clubs," I said then I shut my eyes and let a sexually satisfied sleep claim me.
~Chapter Ten~
Mexico. One of our best shows ever. I was so wired when I came off stage. Wired and horny.
So much so in fact that I couldn't resist impulsively grabbing Daniel 'round the waist and waltzing down the backstage corridor with him. Good job we had always been so tactile round each other to start with. He simply smiled good-naturedly and let me but when I saw the look of longing that crept into his eyes I reluctantly broke away and whirling 'round danced back up the hallway with Elisa instead just for good measure.
'Man, you're hyper tonight.' Lee remarked as we swept past him.
Yes, but don't forget the horny part. That wasn't going to be so easily taken care of.
Five months into the tour and a good way through my and Dan's wish list but there was still one I wanted to fulfil.
Unfortunately it was out of my hands, as was anything more than a furtive fumble in stolen moments. 'Oh I've left my guitar strap in Darren's dressing room.' Quick smooch before we go on stage. 'Dan can I see you for a minute, I'm not sure about the transition between 'Imagine' and 'You Can Still Be Free' during the medley.' Hurried tangling of tongues and exchanges of desire and promises.
Stepping out of the concert hall to get on the bus, the heat hit me in a breezeless wave.
'Gonna be a sticky night.' Leonie observed to no one in particular.
Yeah in more ways than one Leo, I thought grimly. But the muggy night air did give me hope.
It was going to be an early start tomorrow so nobody lingered when we got back to the hotel, everyone immediately heading off to their rooms me included. Unfortunately when it had come to divvying up the rooms I had ended up down one end of the corridor with Dan right the way down the other, which of course only added to my sense of frustration.
Reluctantly I called out 'goodnight' along with the others and watched my lover disappear behind a closed door.
Going into my own room, I kicked off my shoes and, shedding my socks and shirt, opened the doors to the balcony. I was still far too hyped to sleep though I knew I would pay for it in the morning. Instead I stepped outside and started pondering love, life and the universe.
My thoughts turned, as they had a lot lately, to what would happen when all this was over.
Dan and I had already agreed to pursue our separate interests but where would that leave 'us'? Neither of us had broached the subject, perhaps somehow waiting for the other to bring it up -- knowing that they never would. Maybe it was some kind of unspoken agreement between us, maybe it was a fear that it would somehow break the magic to have to think of the future.
I sighed deeply, that thought alone had been sufficient to bring me crashing back down to earth. Enough with the thinking, I told myself. Bed.
I was just about to go back inside when I felt it. Or maybe I imagined it. No, there it was again. A dark splodge on the concrete of the balcony confirming it.
Wondrously I turned my hands palms up, relishing the wetness. It was raining.
Far away, out over the city skyline, a fork of pink lightning ripped a fissure in the night sky, a few moments later a low, menacing rumble of thunder answered it.
The rain was coming down harder now, fat warm drops of summer rain.
I closed my eyes and lifted my head, letting it run over my face, cooling my naked torso. Sticking out my tongue I licked at a drop that had formed on the end of my nose. This was blissful.
Another streak of lightning illuminated the shops and offices twelve floors below me. I had got my wish.
My hyper mood quickly returned and I rushed back into my room, just about remembering to shut the balcony door behind me.
The entire contents of my suitcase were unceremoniously scattered on the bedroom floor as I searched for what I was after, then, without bothering to put a shirt back on, I quietly turned the handle of my door and cautiously peeked out.
The corridor was empty. Stealthily I made my way down towards Dan's room. Past Leonie's room, past the girls' room, all the time hoping against hope that one of them wouldn't come out and want to know what I was doing, half-dressed and soaking wet, creeping along the hallway.
Pausing outside Dan's room, I tried the handle and smiled as it turned in my hand. It was unlocked.
Closing the door gently behind me I looked up to see Dan sat in chair, his back to me, facing the window, dressed as I was in only a pair of faded blue jeans, a thin plume of smoke snaking above his head, his balcony doors also open as the rain continued to pound down.
It was almost as if he was waiting for me. As if he knew.
'Hello Darren.' He said, not turning 'round.
In a few quick strides I was behind him, my damp face nuzzling in his soft, smoky locks, my hands reaching down to caress his bare chest.
'Hello.' I breathed bending my head further down to plant a teasing kiss on his lips. 'It's raining.'
'So it is.' He replied, his eyes meeting mine and twinkling mischievously.
Breaking out of the circle of my embrace he leant forward and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. Then, instead of sitting back again, he got up and walked out through the doors onto his balcony, turning to lean against the solid waist-high wall that enclosed it.
Crooking his right index finger he silently beckoned me to him.
Every fibre in my body told me to rush him but I deliberately took my time, swaying my hips seductively as I joined him out in the deluge.
The minute our bodies met so did our lips. Hard, fast and demanding. Neither of us caring as the warm rain poured over our faces and limbs, turning the fabric of our trousers black with its wetness.
I moaned as our tongues entwined. It's funny, before Dan, I would never have dreamed of kissing a smoker, now it was just one more layer that made up the intoxicating taste that was my love.
I ran my hands over his shoulders and back as he pulled me even closer to him. His hands were on my waist, holding me as if he would never let me go. 'Darren, my Darren.' He whispered as he drew in hurried breaths, planting possessive kisses all over my face. He needed this as badly as I did.
Fumbling with the now slick zipper of his flies, I managed to drag his jeans down to his ankles from where he obligingly pulled them all the way off.
'Turn 'round.' I growled, unable to contain my rising passion any more. When he complied I pushed him further forward until he was bent over the wall, his arms spread wide, bracing himself for me.
Unzipping my own jeans I stopped only to pull the tube of lube from my pocket before kicking them behind me.
Overhead the thunder grew ever closer but I was not about to take any risks. Passing him the lube and ordering him to 'stay', I ducked back inside, picking up the first thing I saw that would suit my purposes, his discarded shirt. Twisting it over in my hands I went back outside and looped it over Dan's head.
He realised my intentions instantly. 'Hey I'm not Mister vocal...' was all I allowed him to say before I pushed the shirt firmly up against his mouth and fastened the arms securely round the back of his head.
'I know my sweet and much as I love to hear you cry my name when you come it really wouldn't do for you to wake Ben and Karl from their beauty sleep.'
I knew our drummer and guitarist were both heavy sleepers but as they were only next door I couldn't count on the storm to mask all our sounds.
Taking back the lube I flipped it open and squirted a generous amount onto my fingers.
Running one hand over his rain-soaked back, I used the other to quickly lube myself, unable to stop myself letting out a small moan of pleasure as my fingers passed up and down my now very needy cock.
Technicalities taken care of I began to rub my sticky fingers over Dan, hearing him take a sharp in-breath as I slipped the first one and then another into him. He pushed back onto me, turning his head so I could see his pleading eyes. I needed no second telling.
Removing my fingers I replaced them with the head of my cock, the lube easing my passage in. Even so I paused, waiting, caressing his shoulders, until I felt his body relax before pushing myself the rest of the way in, feeling his muscles instinctively clamp down around me.
Putting my arms 'round his waist I wrapped myself 'round him, marvelling as ever how well our bodies fitted together. Resting my forehead against his shoulder bone, I took his cock in my hands and began pulling him off in time to my own rhythm that I was building up inside him.
'Jonesy,' I gasped, 'feels so good...so perfect.' I felt his heart racing under my chest, the blood pounding in his cock as I tightened my grip against the slipperiness of the rain.
I took advantage of a convenient clap of thunder to cry out my pleasure. Knowing from his muffled groans that the feeling was just as intense for him.
'Not. Long. Now.' I struggled to speak, upping my tempo, pounding into him with all that I had.
There it was, the stars behind my closed eyes, the all-consuming fire coursing through my body, the head rush to end all head rushes.
'Arghhhhhhh!' Clamping my mouth onto Dan's back the world exploded as I shot myself into his warmth.
Beneath me he stiffened and then shuddered as his sweet come poured over my hands, swiftly diluted by the rainwater.
Exhausted I rested my head on him, licking at the fresh set of angry red teeth marks I had claimed him with. 'Sorry my love,' I apologised, 'no sunbathing for you tomorrow.' I felt him give a deep laugh and standing up I pulled out, letting him turn 'round and remove his makeshift gag.
Instantly his arms were around me, his tongue snaking into my mouth, moistening his own parched lips.
Drawing back he glanced down at us both. I caught his look and burst out laughing.
'Sssh.' He quickly put his hand over my mouth, his smile betraying his own amusement.
Well it was pretty funny, us standing here on a hotel balcony, stark naked and still breathing heavily from our recent exertions.
Reaching up I smoothed back his drenched hair, trailing my finger lovingly over his beautiful face. 'Think we should go inside now?'
'Uh-huh, unless you want to explain to Leo why we both have stinking colds.'
Once back inside we took our time drying each other off, each telling the other how amazing they had made us feel, how perfect their bodies were. Exchanging more sweet kisses, drawing out my inevitable leaving.
Eventually when we could both barely keep our eyes open anymore Dan took a bathrobe off of the back of the bathroom door and wrapped me up in it.
'Go on, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.'
More kisses, more murmured nothings.
Reluctantly Dan pushed me out of his door and carrying my sodden jeans I furtively retraced my steps back to my own room.
Sleep would come easy now. I was happy. It had rained.
~Chapter Eleven~
*tap tap*
I tried to stop myself from running to my hotel door as I heard the soft taps of hands that could have only belonged to my Darren.
"Right on time," I whispered as I quietly opened the door and let him in, closing the door quickly behind him. "No one heard you go?"
"Nah...I think by now they should all be fast asleep. I mean, it's 2 o'clock in the morning for crying out loud!" was Darren's reply as he made a face.
"We don't have to do this, you know." I said and he wrapped his arms tightly around me.
"Danny, you know I want to do this. I only wish there was a way to do this at a more acceptable hour," He told me and I shivered slightly as he nuzzled my neck.
"I know, but you know that this isn't the kinda show that they'd put to air in their prime time slot." I explained and he chuckled.
"You ain't half wrong there! So, is everything set?" He asked and I nodded, knowing that he could feel the movement as it was too dark to see it.
"Door locked?"
"Check."
"Radio?"
"Check."
"Right station?"
"Check."
"Tape?"
"Check!"
"Definite speaker phone?"
"Check! I had a play with it earlier and it's speaker all right."
"Speaker turned up all the way so you can even hear a pin drop?"
"Check."
"The telephone number."
"Check," I replied, pulling a piece of paper out of my pocket, reassuring myself in the process.
"Okay, well, I guess all we have to do now is set up the tape and get undressed." was his final comment and it was then that what we were about to do, sunk in.
"Are you sure about this, Darren? I mean, this is probably one of the most wildest ones we've done." I said, beginning to have second thoughts.
"Yeah, I am. To me it's like taking another step in our relationship. Besides, who's to say that we'll get picked? But at least we can try and then we'll decide whether we cross it off or try again some other time...speaking of time, if you're gonna back out, you'd better do it now 'cos it's almost on." He said and I took a deep breath and began pulling off what little clothes I had on.
It's 2 in the morning! Why on earth would I still be fully dressed?
I could almost sense Darren smiling in the darkness and I quickly crossed the room to turn on a lamp so I could see him. I was right of course and when I saw him looking at me, I couldn't help but smile back. He just has that effect on me.
Finally dragging my eyes from his, they moved downwards and I saw that I wasn't the only one naked now.
"C'mere," I growled sexily and he giggled before dashing across the small space and into my arms.
"Right, do they ask for names?" I asked and Darren shook his head.
"I think they're gonna pick us tonight." He said matter-of-factly and I looked down at him, one of my hands caressing his cool skin, knowing that, no matter what happened, it would soon be burning for me.
"And how do you know this, oh mighty psychic Darren?" I joked and he poked his tongue out, tempting me like no one's business.
"Because I've heard this show, and I've never heard any same sex couples. We could be a new angle for them," he explained before reaching out and turning on the radio, making sure it was loud enough for us to hear but quiet enough that the rest of the hotel weren't gonna be banging on our door complaining about the noise...or at least about the noise of the radio...
I gave him the number, my hands shaking terribly, and he kissed me gently before moving to the phone and dialling the number on the piece of paper.
"It's ringing..." He began before gesturing wildly, motioning for me to start the tape.
I did so quickly then sat on the bed, staring at him as he spoke quickly into the mouthpiece.
"So, you think you're willing to have sex on the radio do you?" came the announcers voice and I felt shivers run down my spine.
Oh god, we're really going to do this!
"I think so," was Darren's too calm reply.
"And what makes you and your partner so special that everyone should listen to you?" was the announcers next question and before Darren could answer, I grabbed the phone, losing all self-consciousness and forgetting all my second thoughts.
"Because you should hear this man scream when I make him come." I said and I swear Darren almost jumped on me as he lurched forward.
"You're his lover?" The shocked announcer asked and I had to take a deep breath before answering.
"Yes," I said simply and this time Darren did jump on me and I hit the bed with a thud as he rained kisses all over my face.
I knew why he was doing this and I have to admit that it felt good. It was the first time we'd admitted to anyone, that we were lovers and although the person was a complete stranger, it was still a further step in our relationship.
"Well how can I turn the two of you down? This has never been done before and my callers are always asking for something new. Okay boys, the airwaves are yours. I wanna hear you scream!"
Without further ado, I turned on the speakerphone and hung up the receiver.
Seconds later Darren once more resumed his kissing, his tongue darting in to tease mine.
The thrill of what we were doing quickly shot through my body and I was returning his kisses fiercely, causing him to whimper slightly under my attack
We kissed long and hard as we rubbed our bodies against each other, both of us already painfully hard.
Darren was moaning loudly now as I moved my hands up his chest and over his peaked nipples, teasing the nubs before swiftly claiming them with my mouth.
He arched his back, his moans becoming cries, as I sucked on first one nipple then the other, swirling my tongue around them and letting my teeth gently graze.
"Oh yes!!!" He cried then let out a whimper as I deserted my post and began kissing further down his beautiful body. I swear each time I do this, he tastes better and better and I can't get enough of it.
My questing tongue quickly found his belly button and I paused there to tease him once more, those beautiful breathy moans and gasps coming from his parted lips, adding fuel to my fire.
"Lower, I want you lower," he begged and being the ever obedient lover, I did as I was told, my mouth moving over the stiff hairs and around the base of his hardness.
I didn't taste him straight away as, instead, my mouth continued to his inner thighs, my tongue snaking out to taste them, feeling them quiver underneath it.
"Please...please..." He panted and I was slightly surprised at just *how* turned on he was by our little situation.
I paused for a second, reaching to grab some lube from the bedside table and before Darren could voice his complaint, his cock was buried deep in my mouth and he was crying out in pleasure.
I sucked gently at first, just delighting in the feel, his scent and his taste then, with his fingers gripping my hair, I began to increase the pressure.
As his vocals began, I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my finger and began to probe at his opening.
He gasped at the initial sensation but when he realised what I was doing, he parted his legs further, raising his hips slightly, not only giving me better access but also pushing his cock further into my mouth, filling it entirely.
I lubed up his entrance quickly as I felt my own needs start to take over my body, then I sat up and positioned myself between his pale white thighs.
He gripped my hips and began pleading with me once more, wanting me inside of him.
I silenced his pleas with my mouth then, before he was able to prepare himself, I thrust forward, sheathing myself to the hilt.
He cried out loudly, gasping for breath, but I gave him no chance of recovery as my mouth covered his once more, my hips instantly beginning that oh-so-familiar rhythm that we were both extremely fond of.
"Ohhh...yesss...uhhh..." Darren panted as my lips finally released his and kissed a trail down his neck, licking at the pulse before impulsively latching onto it, ignoring the fact that I was probably about to leave an unexplainable mark there.
He was moving hard against me, his eyes shut tightly and his breath coming faster, signalling to me that he wasn't far and his cries of, "Oh god! Harder!! Harder!!!!" confirmed it for me.
I began to slam into him, my own grunts of pleasure almost drowning out his own noises, and I could feel myself coming closer to my own release.
His legs wrapped around me and seconds later he tensed, his whole body stiffening before I felt a warm substance between our bodies and heard a cry of ecstasy.
As he came, his inner muscles clamped around me and it took everything I had not to scream his name, instead choosing to call him a god, as my own pleasure shot through me, my own passion filling him deeply and fully.
We both rode each other down then I collapsed on top of him, the only sound in the room being our shallow breathing. It was minutes before the radio announcer decided to grace us with his presence once more.
"Oh my god! That was intense!" He exclaimed and I chuckled as Darren agreed wholeheartedly.
Minutes later the announcer was gone and I hung up the phone then shut off the radio and the tape, not moving from Darren's warmth although it did make things a tad awkward.
"Well, we did it..." Darren whispered huskily, his lips ghosting over my neck and I shivered.
"We did...whoa! What a ride!" I replied, finally pulling out of him and collapsing onto my back, one hand resting on my still heaving chest while the other sought out Darren, urging him to cuddle up to me.
He did so and rested his head on my chest, his arm draped across me, his hand in mine, sighing softly as my other hand began to gently stroke his back, feeling the heat of our passion slowly fading away.
"You know what the hardest part was?" He asked, moving so that his chin rested on my chest and his eyes looked directly into mine.
"No..." I answered, not being able to say much more under his blue-eyed gaze.
"It was not being able to say your name. I love screaming your name when I come." He told me and I grinned at him.
"The feelings mutual there my love," I replied then raised my head slightly to kiss him deeply.
When we broke apart, he once more rested his head on my chest and I know it was only mere minutes before we were both asleep.
The next morning I had the joy of waking up and him being the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.
He was smiling at me and I know I must have had a really goofy expression on my face because he began to laugh at me.
"What's so funny?" I asked, pouting sexily, causing him to draw his breath sharply.
What can I say? I've learnt from the master himself.
"Don't do that! You know I can't concentrate when you do!" He whined and I chuckled.
"I know..." I replied simply then I turned in his arms to look at the clock.
Damn! We'd have to get up soon because the band was sure to be looking for us.
"Come on sexy. Time to face another day of torture." I said and he let out a little sigh of disappointment from lack of morning passion, then he released me.
I slid out of the bed then I grabbed his hand, pulling him up with me, ignoring his complaints as I dragged him into the shower.
Of course, once we were under the hot water, I soon found a way to put an end to those complaints and by the time we got out of the shower, the water was running cold.
Our drying off took even longer and by the time we'd finally gotten dressed, Darren borrowing a clean shirt and some pants off me, it had been a full hour and a half since we'd gotten out of bed.
"Right, I guess we should make an appearance," I stated and Darren grumbled good-naturedly as I unlocked the bedroom door and pulled it open.
Within minutes we were downstairs and heading towards one of the breakfast tables where the rest of the band and crew sat, chowing down on every breakfast food imaginable.
It was Leonie who noticed our approach and she looked up from her piece of grapefruit.
"There you are! We were about to send out a search party." She said, causing the rest of the table to look up too.
Damn her!
"Yeah, sorry. We were doing some work on some tunes last night and it kinda led into this morning and...well, we kinda overslept," Darren explained, taking an empty seat and motioning for me to take the one next to him.
"I tried your room but no one answered." She then said and I groaned inwardly.
"Well, by the time we decided to call it a night...or should that be day...I was too tired and I just crashed on his couch." Darren told her and she seemed to accept the answer.
"Notice she didn't even try my room. Nobody loves me any more!!" I mock whined and Leonie rolled her eyes at me while Darren shot me a quick look, telling me that he knew I was kidding but he wanted me to know he loved me anyway.
I returned the look while the normal breakfast chatter began once more after its interruption, and I moved my leg against Darren's as I began to spoon cereal into my hungry mouth.
I could see him smile out of the corner of my eye and as I struggled not to mirror it, Ben spoke up, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"Hey, you guys are not going to believe what I heard on the radio last night!" He stated and my hand froze, halfway to my mouth.
"What?" Lee asked from beside me, not noticing my reaction to Ben's comment.
"I couldn't sleep so I turned on the radio and I swear this station had these two guys going for it!" He said.
Did my heart just stop beating?
"What do you mean?" Karl asked, looking blissfully confused.
I dared to sneak a sideways glance at Darren and if I didn't know better, I could have sworn I was sitting next to a statue. He'd gone incredibly still, no expression on his face.
"I mean, two guys *going for it* as in screwing each other." Ben explained and Karl's jaw dropped...as did half of the table.
"You're kidding me! They actually had two guys come into some radio station and have sex?" came Elisa's American twang and I struggled hard to act normally while begging for the floor to swallow me up at the same time.
"Nah, I think they get people to call up." was Ben's reply and that was the last I heard as everyone began talking at once and my frozen mind couldn't keep up with it all.
Thankfully no one tried to include Darren or myself in the conversation and nor did they notice our silence.
I finally managed to force the rest of my cereal down my tight throat and then I excused myself from the table, telling them that I wanted to get some shopping done before work intruded.
Darren offered to join me as we quickly exited the dining room and headed back up to our floor and to my room.
"Oh fuck!" was all I said before both Darren and I burst into side splitting laughter.
~Chapter Twelve~
'Bye, hunny buns...love you loads.'
Urgh excuse me while I throw up. 'When you've quite finished.' I tapped my foot impatiently for emphasis.
'Gotta go honey - call you later...love you.'
Oh really, this was getting ridiculous.
'Ben...' I started warningly.
Finally Mr Carey snapped his cell closed on his latest girlfriend. I didn't know her name and wasn't going to bother finding out. It was a waste of time - he'd have a new one within a few weeks anyway.
Unlike me who was safe and secure in my love. Danny's unexpected declaration of our status albeit to an anonymous radio DJ, a little over a week ago, had filled me with a sense of warmth and belonging I know had spilled over into my everyday life.
Everyone was commenting on what a good mood I had been in lately though there was no way I was going to tell them the reason for it.
Smiling, I glanced over at Daniel as he sat reclining in one of the bar's armchairs just casually sipping a nightcap. He caught my gaze and waggled his eyebrows at me in return. A nice comforting, seemingly innocent gesture that caused me to smile all the more. We were becoming more comfortable with each other now or to be precise with the thought of us being together, with the thought that this really was something serious.
'Right now I have all your undivided attention.' Leonie was in full P.A. mode. 'Tomorrow. Breakfast is between eight-thirty and nine-thirty. There will be no provision made for late-comers,' and she glowered purposefully in my direction. 'The morning is then free except for Darren who,' more glowering this time tinged with just a hint of evil, 'who has two phone interviews to do. I want everybody back here at two pm sharp so that we can go across to the arena for the soundcheck. Any questions. Good. Right, goodnight everybody.' And with a decisive snap she closed her clipboard. School was out for another day.
Gradually everyone filed out of the bar and headed upstairs. I fell into step beside Dan, unfortunately so did Lee who then proceeded to engage him in a conversation about how they were going to spend their free time tomorrow. Great, so not even the remotest chance of a goodnight kiss then.
Sulking I went into my room and got ready for bed, throwing my loose change, cell phone and other assorted crap onto the night stand.
My cell phone! Could I? Should I? Dare I? Deciding that I most definitely could, should and would I quickly stripped down to just my boxers and climbed into bed.
Giggling to myself I picked up my phone and flipped it open. My heart racing at the thought of what I was about to do I called up my address book and hit the autodial. Propping myself up against the pillows I heard it ring and waited for it to be answered.
'Darren?'
'Hi ya -- you alone?'
'Umm, yeah, what do you want?'
'I want you.' I breathed huskily and was rewarded with the sound of him taking a sharp intake of breath.
'I want you too baby.'
'So what are you doing?'
'Not a lot, in bed about to go to sleep.'
'What are you wearing?'
'Darren, I'm in bed.'
A very pleasing mental image flooded my brain. 'Wanna know what I'm wearing?' I enquired seductively.
'Yes.' came the swift if a little shaky reply.
'I'm wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers.' Okay they were white cotton but hey.
'Take them off,' he commanded, 'and tell me as you do it.' As you wish. 'My hand is on my waistband, I'm drawing them down over my hips, my fingers just brushing over my cock, they're down to my knees and I'm removing them completely. They've gone.'
There was a brief pause and the sound of what I guessed to be the bedclothes shifting before he went on to ask. 'Now what are you doing?'
'I'm running my hands over my chest,' and I was, my nipples hardening under my touch. 'You?'
'I'm touching myself, imagining it is your hand on me, stroking me.'
Whoa, suddenly there was not enough air in the room for my lungs requirements. I felt beads of sweat begin to trickle down my naked back. This was so, so, so damn erotic.
Unable to be with Dan, to touch him but getting so incredibly aroused by the mere sound of his voice as he continued to tell me what he was doing. In my mind's eye I could see all too vividly what his face would look like as he carried out his actions.
His increased breathing told me that the experience was proving to be just as much of a turn on for him as it was for me.
'I'm putting two of my fingers into my mouth.' He continued and oh SHIT he was as well, I could hear the faint sucking sounds.
'Now I'm trailing them down my chest, I'm slipping them inside myself.'
Shit, shit, shit. I let my hand drift down to my cock and slowly began to jerk myself off. Unable to contain it any longer I let out a soft moan.
'Are you doing what I think you're doing?' He asked in an extremely strained voice.
'Uh-huh. You?'
'I'm pushing down on my fingers, moving them around, working them up against my...ooooh...arghhhhh...'
Someone had obviously just hit that spot.
'They're my fingers in you, stretching you, probing you.' I managed to gasp.
'Urghhhhhh, oooooooohhhh, fuck!'
The other end of the line started to sound remarkably like an obscene phone call.
'And I'm kissing my way down your chest, my mouth getting ever closer to your gorgeous cock.' I worked my hand faster as I continued to describe in short ragged pants what I was doing to Dan's body.
'I'm gripping you tightly, pulling you off in swift, firm strokes.' Came the strangled reply.
That did it. I flung my head back into the pillows and wedging the phone firmly under my ear, I closed my eyes, letting the sensation take me over.
I moved my other hand down to fondle my balls all the while not ceasing in my movements up and down the length of my now rock hard shaft.
'Your cock is slick under my fingers as I spread your precome over the tip,' he somehow managed to force out. 'You are so hard, I can feel you throbbing.'
'I'm...tasting you...taking you...into...my mouth...you fill me...hot and warm...my mouth is...full...of...you.' Ok coherent speech was definitely becoming a problem, yet I wanted to keep talking, to tell Dan how good he felt, how good he was making me feel.
'Fuck.' He exclaimed and I heard the line muffle as he shuffled around, no doubt re-arranging himself into a position that mirrored mine.
Both of my hands were now engaged in working my cock, firm, hard thrusts, my hips bucking up as I pumped furiously.
'Dannnn?' I squeaked.
'I'm. Here.' The voice that answered me was barely recognisable as that of my lover.
'My hands are...' Oh shit, breathe Hayes, breathe. 'My hands are on your hips...as...you...fuck...my...face...the. Taste. Of. You. Intoxicates. Me. ...as...you...push...yourself...' I swallowed hard, darting my tongue out to moisten my dry lips, conjuring up the memory of Dan's unique taste. 'Push... yourself...ever...deeper...into...me...'
'You...so...good, so...hard...face...buried in...crotch...can...feel...your...coarse...curls...my...cheeks...' He was breathing so heavily I could barely make out his words. 'Licking...your...belly button...taste...smell...'
My heart beat so fast, I thought my chest would explode.
'Darren, I...oh shit...Darren.'
'I know, I know...'
It was at that point that we both gave up even trying to form words, it had become an impossibility.
What followed was several minutes of anguished moans, followed by several more minutes of deep, lust-filled groans and barely discernible fragments of each other's names, before with a succession of almost feral grunts, we both, almost simultaneously, came.
Gradually the room stopped spinning and I was able to breathe, something approaching normally again.
'Danny?' I whispered, groping around for my phone.
'Mmmmm?'
'That was fucking amazing.'
'You were great babe.'
I chuckled softly. 'You weren't so bad yourself.'
His laughed echoed mine. 'Darren...'
'Hmmm, what?'
'Lay back, close your eyes and part those beautiful lips of yours for me.'
'Huh? What?'
'Just do it.'
Doing as he instructed, I rested my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes and opened my mouth just a fraction ensuring that my phone was once again firmly under my ear, my fingers playing across my still peaked nipples.
'Have you done it?' He asked.
'Yes,' I whispered back.
'Good, because I want to kiss you.'
Whoa.
'I'm leaning into you,' his voice was pure seduction, 'so close you can feel my breath on your face, my hands are in your hair,' instinctively my hands began twisting in my sweat-drenched locks. 'My lips are on yours. Can you feel my lips on yours Darren?'
I let out a pleasured groan.
'I'm running my tongue over your swollen lips, I can taste myself on them, my teeth graze your bottom lip...'
Arghhhhhhhh! This was too much, where on Earth had he learnt to do this? I could actually feel him there, kissing me, his lips, his tongue, it was incredible.
'Jonesy...' I murmured dreamily and I knew that if I hadn't just come I would be rock hard again.
'My tongue meets yours, my lips close over yours, you taste divine. Our tongues move against each other, sucking and tasting.'
My hands moved from my head to caress his imaginary face, running my fingers over his cheekbones, his rough chin.
'I savour your sweetness as I draw back, letting my tongue linger on your lips, nipping gently, before parting company with that outstanding mouth of yours.'
'Hmmmmm, mmmmmmm,' I was a pool of blissed-out jello.
'Goodnight Darren.' He chuckled softly.
''Night.' I just about managed to utter and heard a click as he hung up.
Retrieving my phone I closed it down, then rolling over to the dry side of the bed, I pulled the covers tight around me, snuggling into them. 'Goodnight Daniel.' I whispered into the darkness.
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