"What do you reckon?" I asked Darren as he stood, looking out at the great blue expanse of the sea.

"I think it's perfect." He replied and I quickly moved to drop the anchor over the side.

Darren had summed everything up with one word. It was an absolutely perfect day and I couldn't have asked for anything more. The sun was shining, we were currently back in Brisbane for a very quick break before we moved onto the next country for another million concerts, and Darren and I were alone on my boat, relaxed without a care in the world. Pure heaven...

"What're you thinking about?" He asked, moving behind me and wrapping his arms tightly around me, resting his head on my back.

My arms instantly went to cover his and I relaxed against him for a minute or so before I answered his question.

"I'm just thinking how perfect this is. Just you, me and the ocean. No phones, no concerts, no screaming fans and you with no shirt on..." He chuckled at my last comment and I grinned as I turned in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I know what you mean! I can't believe we managed to get out here without someone wanting to come along. You don't think they know...do you?" He asked, his blue eyes slightly worried.

"Nah...I don't think so. They were all busy. I mean, most of them were jumping on planes today to go home to their own parents," I told him, slowly stroking my hands up and down his smooth back, causing him to shiver slightly.

"You do have a point there."

"You expected otherwise? And speaking of points, I've another one to make." I said and he moved out of my arms to look at me.

"And just what would this point be?" He asked me cheekily and I grinned, knowing that his mind was slowly slipping into the gutter.

"My point is that if I don't get any sunscreen onto that lovely chest of yours, you're gonna turn into a beetroot and your parents are gonna skin me alive." I answered and saw the disappointment in his eyes before it was replaced with mirth.

I winked at him then I turned and crouched down to search through my small bag of supplies.

Of course, Darren took this opportunity to grab my backside and to his satisfaction, I jumped and let out a little cry of surprise.

"You little brat!" I exclaimed and he burst into giggles before being nicely tackled to the deck, my arms pinning his as he struggled to get away.

He put up a pretty good fight but he was in the wrong position to get any leeway and finally he gave up, his whole body going limp under mine.

Satisfied with my little victory, I remained seated on him as I reached for the dropped bottle of sunscreen and, quickly popping the top, I squirted some onto my hands.

I'd barely even touched Darren's chest before his breathing became slightly louder and I grinned as I began to rub the cream in, teasing him by purposely avoiding his nipples.

By the end of it, he actually growled at me and I laughed.

"Now, now, Dazzy...you know that doesn't get you anywhere..." I began then I paused to think about what I'd just said. "Actually, it does get you everywhere with me...but not this time. I want to put this on before you burn."

He grudgingly agreed and minutes later he was lying on his stomach, letting me rub in the cream and giving him a massage in the process.

"Okay, all done." I proclaimed finally and he groaned as I pulled myself from his body.

"Did you have to?" He whined and I looked down at him, his head still buried in his arms.

"Have to what?" I asked, teasing him.

"You know damn well." was his gruff reply and I laughed as I pulled him to his feet, ignoring his protests.

"C'mon. I wanna go for a swim," I said and before he had a chance to say anything, I'd dived off the side of the boat and into the clear blue liquid.

When I resurfaced, I looked up at him and beckoned him to join me, giving him the best inviting look that I could.

Of course he couldn't resist and seconds later he was bobbing beside me, looking exactly like a drowned rat but beautiful at the same time.

I must have been staring at him because seconds later I found myself sputtering through a face full of water and he was laughing that musical laugh of his.

"Oh, so you think you're funny?" I asked and didn't give him a chance to answer before I dunked him.

What followed next was an all-out water war and neither of us were willing to give up until at last, we were both exhausted and holding onto each other to stay afloat.

As we caught our breath, his hands began to wander over my back, heating up my cool skin.

"This is nice, isn't it?" He said softly, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.

"I wish it could always be like this. Just the two of us." I answered before seeking his lips with mine.

We kissed long and slowly, tasting the salt on each other's lips before our tongues delved deeper, tasting only each other.

It wasn't long before the kisses grew hungry and I pulled back, motioning for us to return to the boat.

I wanted to make love to him but I needed something solid underneath me.

We quickly swam back to the boat and I pulled myself up before reaching down and helping him to do the same.

As soon as he was up, we both tumbled to the deck as our mouths once more sought each other's out.

His arms wound themselves around my neck and he pulled me tightly against him as his mouth totally ravaged mine, pulling every breath of air from me.

When I finally broke the embrace, I was breathing heavily and he was grinning like the cat that got the cream, knowing that he'd managed to get the better of me.

For my revenge, I did the only thing I could...I went straight for his nipples, licking at the saltiness of them and getting the reaction I'd hoped for.

Within seconds I had him writhing beneath me, urging me lower but not willing to let my lips and mouth leave his chest indicating that I had him totally in my control.

Finally I made the decision and my lips began to move back up as my hands quickly replaced my lips at his nipples.

His sounds of pleasure escalated as my fingers tweaked at the hardened nubs and he began to pant as I gently scraped my nails across them.

I was going to have this boy begging for me to fuck him in no time. But I wasn't going to do anything until he begged.

My hands and fingers continued their torture as my mouth found its way to Darren's neck, my lips and teeth quickly making marks on his pale skin, ensuring that the only way that he would be able to walk around without a shirt on would be if he did get sunburnt.

"Oh Danny..." He sighed breathlessly, his fingers tugging gently at my blond strands, trying to pull my head up for a kiss.

Not until you beg Darren...

I continued my work on his nipples and throat as I moved around slightly, pressing a knee between his legs, nestling it snugly against his definite arousal, snickering as he let out a strangled cry and arched his hips up, begging for more contact.

Neither of us was going to give in too easily but I was going to make it as hard as hell for Darren. That's what I was here for.

Of course, that was before he decided to take matters into his own hands...literally.

I barely kept a gasp in check as one of the hands fisting in my hair, swiftly moved down between us and slid into my half dried shorts and gripped me tightly.

It took several deep breaths for my mind to clear and a full minute before I thought of a suitable form of revenge and as always, it was his nipples.

Of course, this time I didn't give them the gentle loving of before, no, this time I used my teeth and I knew I'd won when he let out a choked scream.

His actions became frantic and within seconds, he'd caved.

"Please Danny! Please...oh god please fuck me!!!" He begged, his hips already thrusting against my proffered knee as I continued my torture.

His pleas continued, growing louder in volume until at last I made my move and covered his mouth with my own while my hands quickly rid us both of our swimwear.

Almost at once, he was thrusting himself hard against me and I found myself having to forcefully try and stop his hips from moving. The way he was headed, he was going to come before I'd even had the chance to try and bring him off myself.

He whimpered against my hold but I ignored it as one hand snaked out from his body and grabbed at my bag, gripping the small strap after my fourth attempt.

I quickly pulled it to me and without taking my lips and eyes from Darren, my hand began to move around in it, searching for something...anything...that could pass as lube or better yet, the tube itself...which, amazingly enough, was the first thing my hand encountered.

Within seconds I had the cap off and I began to apply large amounts of the cool substance to Darren's opening, trying not to push too much lest he lost the very obvious battle that was raging through his body, rendering every part of his as sensitive as his nipples.

Well this was certainly a turn-out for the books.

Once I was satisfied with the lubrication, I moved my hand to my own hardness and rubbed the remained of the gel from my fingers and onto it, pulling back and biting my bottom lip as I stroked myself.

I almost got lost in my self-pleasure but Darren's begging voice quickly brought me back.

"Oh god! Please Daniel! I need you inside me...NOW!" He cried, his last word screamed as I plunged deep inside him, my own sounds of pleasure easily drowned out.

He'd better calm down or we were going to have a hard time of trying to explain how and why he'd lost his voice.

I instantly began a fast pace, knowing that it wasn't going to take much at all to bring him off and I wanted to be there with him when I did.

I was slamming into him hard and on any normal other day, I'm sure I would have been hurting him but today it was different as he shouted one obscenity after another, the words sounding amazing coming from his angelic mouth.

"Oh fuck Danny, you feel so fucking good!!! Oh shit! Harder!! Fuck me harder dammit!"

He was screaming now and, as I moved inside of him, I found my own mouth speaking...or should that be screaming as well...words to the same effect.

"Shit Darren, you're so tight!!! Ugggghhhhhh..." I managed before my words broke and all that was left available to me was a series of deep guttural moans.

Darren wasn't fairing any better but neither of us cared as I slammed into him one final time, giving him everything that I had, filling him completely almost at the same moment that he climaxed against our stomachs.

What followed next was a series of cries and whimpers as we both struggled to regain our composure, both of us shaking with the intensity.

I hadn't come that hard in...in god knows how long and by the look on Darren's face, it was the same for him.

When my senses finally decided to return, I became aware of a searing pain in my fingers and I looked up to where they rested, on either side of Darren's flushed face, the fingernails embedded deeply into the wood of the deck.

"Holy fuck!" I swore before gritting my teeth and pulling one finger after another from the wood.

"Oh my god!" was Darren's exclamation as he turned his head and saw what my attention was focused on and by the time I'd gotten all eight of my fingers free, he was laughing.

I gave him a dirty look then winced in pain as I began to move my fingers around, sobering him up almost immediately.

Then, suddenly the pain didn't matter any more as he grabbed on of my hands and began sucking at my fingertips, soothing them with his tongue.

I let my head drop and I nuzzled his neck as he finished with my hand and immediately started on the other, laving it with his amazing tongue once more.

By the time he'd finished, I'd actually begun to doze and would have fallen asleep if he hadn't started moving around beneath me, growing slightly uncomfortable with my full weight on top of him.

I mumbled something unintelligible even to me, then, with a groan of a very sated man, I pulled away from him and unsteadily climbed to my feet, instinctively reaching out for Darren to pull him up next to me.

Almost instantly we were locked in a deep and loving kiss and our hands were leisurely stroking each other, not trying to arouse, but just to relax and soothe.

When we finally pulled apart, I spoke, the words sounding funny after such a long silence between the two of us. Not a single word had been spoken since our intense passion, more than ten minutes ago.

"I don't know about you, but I think I need to go for a quick swim." I said quietly, looking down as where his essence was still clearly visible on both our bodies.

He actually blushed at my comment, then he turned from me and with one swift movement, he'd dived over the side.

I smiled and quickly followed, sighing as the cool water washed over my still slightly heated body.

We swam around for a bit, our actions more calmer than our earlier swim and once we'd used what little energy we'd had left, we climbed back onto the boat and once I'd laid a blanket on the deck and we'd both pulled on a layer of dry clothing, we lay down in each other's arms, caressing each other gently and talking softly about nothing important before fatigue hit us and we fell asleep.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see the sun sinking below the horizon and I quickly moved from Darren's embrace to get ready to sail back home.

I managed to get back to the harbour before Darren awoke and I smiled down at him as he opened his eyes and stretch out his beautiful body.

"Hey angel." I said quietly, almost as though any loud noise would shatter the whole scene.

"Hey yourself," he whispered as he slowly climbed to his feet and moved to stand beside me, watching as I secured the boat to my own personal little dock.

Once I was finished, we began packing up our gear, our eyes returning every few seconds to the definite indent of my nails in the deck.

"That's gonna be a hard one to explain." Darren commented and I chuckled before leading him off the boat and towards my car.

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," I answered as I threw everything on he backseat of my car and climbed in behind the wheel.

"So, where to?" I then asked, watching him as he climbed in next to me.

"I gotta go home to the 'rents. Kinda promised I'd have dinner with them." He told me and I stifled a groan.

"Do you think they'd let you go after dinner or are you gonna have to crash there?" I then asked, my hand moving to stroke his smooth cheek.

"I'm not sure. I'll try and get out though, okay?" was his reply and I nodded before leaning over and kissing him one last time.

"Well I guess this is goodbye then," I told him and kissed him once more before starting the car and heading towards his parents' home.

Although we'd said our goodbyes at the dock, Darren and I managed one final kiss before he climbed out and disappeared up a small path and into his parents' house.

That night he never made it to my house but the next morning he made sure his voice was the first thing I heard.

*ring ring*

It took me a while to realise what the noise was and once I did, I began searching madly for the receiver, throwing clothes, sheets and pillows everywhere in my search.

"Hello?" I said finally after locating the offending phone under my bed.

"Danny...I'M SUNBURNT!!!!!"


~Chapter Fourteen~

Ok, keys, phone, wallet. Swallowing the last of my coffee I groaned and wondered, not for the first time, why I was doing this. I mean 6am usually only exists for me when it's at the end of a night, not at the start of the day...

Picking up my shoes and a bag of supplies, I carefully crept out of my room and knocked on a door two rooms away, my bare feet making no virtually no sound on the plush hotel hall carpet.

Pressing my ear to the door I could hear no evidence of movement from the occupant so I tentatively knocked once more.

This time someone stirred and I heard a series of muffled curses before the door was opened just a crack and Daniel's floppy head emerged.

'Darren what the f...'

'Sssh,' placing a hand on his head I firmly pushed him back into his room, shutting the door behind us.

As soon as I had done this he made to crawl back under the covers. 'Uh-huh, tempting though the thought of joining you in there is, you've got to get up.'

His reply consisted of a rather explicit finger gesture, indicating that if I wanted to gain pleasure it would be by my own hand.

Smiling I flung back the duvet and grabbed him by the ankles. 'Up, now.' I demanded. 'Come on, I promise it'll be worth it.'

'Darren.' He growled as I propelled him to his feet and shoved him in the direction of the bathroom.

As I moved around his room, picking up a pair of jeans and a vaguely clean t-shirt from the heap on a nearby chair I was rewarded with the sound of the toilet flushing and then the taps running, closely followed by the sound of teeth being brushed.

Nice though our break back in Brissie had been, it had been far too short and getting sunburnt hadn't exactly been part of the plan either.

Try explaining that one to your mother. 'Darren, I thought you would have known better than to fall asleep in the sun.'
'Well gee, Mum I guess it kinda slipped my mind after all I had just been shagged senseless by my best friend who is now my lover. That's right, Daniel, you know, little Danny whom you always welcome 'round here with such open arms.'

Ok, now was not the time to ponder on how my, our, parents were going to react when they found out the true extent of our relationship. We would cross that particular bridge when we had to, not before.

So here we were back on the road again and much as I loved the buzz and thrill of the live shows, it did mean that Dan and I were once more restricted to sneaking around, grabbing stolen moments whenever, and wherever, we could.

We were both beginning to feel the strain but I hoped what I had planned for this morning would rectify that situation, if only for a short while.

'Better?' I asked as he re-emerged looking slightly more awake then he had ten minutes ago.

'Hmm...' He grunted in reply. 'So just what is this in aid of then?' He asked as I started to pull his t-shirt over his head.

'Darren, I can dress myself.' He snatched up his jeans from where I had laid them on the bed and started to hunt around in his suitcase for some clean boxers.

'Don't bother.' I whispered coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his lean chest.

Ok that sparked his interest and turning round he quirked an eyebrow at me.

'Just get dressed and come with me, we're going for a little drive.' Smirking I dangled the set of car keys under his nose.

With no further protest he finished pulling on his clothes and following my example with the shoes wordlessly opened the door.

The elevator was empty as we got in and I pushed the down button.

I felt strong arms snake around my neck as Dan embraced me from behind. 'By the way Darren...'

'Hmmm?' I replied, expecting more protestations.

'Good morning.' And he gently turned my face to his, dipping his head so that our lips met.

'Good morning to you too.' I smiled against his mouth as the elevator doors pinged open and breaking our embrace we stepped out.

'Umm...Darren why are we in the basement?'

I gave a theatrical sigh. 'Because we are going for a drive remember?' I told him as I looked around for the bay number reception had quoted me and the registration that matched the one on the fob of the keys I was holding.

'Aha!' I exclaimed walking over to a very smart looking black merc, complete with tinted windows, 'This is ours.'

'Whoa.' Dan appreciatively ran his hand over the nearside wing.

'Allow me.' And walking round to the passenger side I unlocked the door so that he could get in.

A few minutes later and we were out in the thick of the early morning commuter rush. I heard Dan's window purr open and then him curse as he patted the pockets of his jeans.

'Looking for these?' I asked, retrieving from my jacket pocket the pack of cigarettes and lighter that I had had the foresight to grab off of his nightstand as we left. One of the first things I had learnt when we were sharing the flat was to never expect a coherent sentence out of Dan until after he had had his first cigarette.

'Cheers mate, you're a lifesaver.' He took them and putting one to his lips, lit it, inhaling gratefully.

'You know you really should quit.' I chastised for the umpteenth time.

'Yeah, yeah, I know.' And he blew a precise stream of smoke out of the open window.

'There's OJ in the bag.' I added, and somehow, juggling the two, he managed to open the carton, taking a deep swig before resuming in the destruction of his lungs.

'So are you feeling a bit more awake now?' I asked as he flicked his butt out and the window purred back up.

'Yes, thank you,' he replied grinning, 'how about you?'

'Yeah, I'm awake.' I said puzzled.

'Are you sure? All of you?' And I felt his hand come to rest on my thigh.

'What are you doing?

'Just seeing if Little Darren is as up as the rest of you.'

'Dannnnnnn.' I squeaked as his hand moved upwards and began to slowly stroke me.

Glancing 'round I caught the look of pure mischief in his eyes.

'Hey you, keep you eyes on the road and your hands upon the wheel.'

'Dan it is far too early for you to be quoting Morri...oh fuck DAN!'

His sneaky hand had come round to cup me and I felt his fingers tug at my fly.

The car swerved slightly as he found what he was looking for and managed to free my rapidly hardening cock into his hand.

'Just drive baby.' He whispered as he began to stroke me in earnest.

Easier said than done. I swallowed hard and tried desperately to concentrate in the heavy traffic.

His slim fingers gripped me tighter and I could feel all the blood in my body rush to my groin. 'Dan, please,' I hissed as I braked for a stoplight. 'If you keep this up I'm going end up crashing the fucking car not to mention making a mess all over the upholstery.'
'Oh ok then.'

Next thing I knew his hand was gone.

'Don't you dare leave me like this.' I growled but I was worrying needlessly. As I put the car into drive again, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Dan pull out the spare toilet roll that I had swiped earlier from my hotel bathroom. Unrolling a generous length, he kept it fisted in one hand whilst the other returned to it's previous occupation.

This time his ministrations were less than gentle and I struggled to keep my eyes open as he formed a ring with his thumb and forefinger, drawing it up and down my length. Oh it felt so good, to have his hand touch me there, no matter how many times he did it I still marvelled at his touch, so different to my own. Such an amazing feeling to have him bring me pleasure in this way. To have another's hand on you.

Driving was becoming an impossibility, my mind just couldn't cope with everything at once. To my horror I narrowly avoided sending a cyclist flying, receiving a flip-off for my troubles.

Daniel's knowing smirk didn't help either.

Oh shit! His fingers were running over my slit, my precome making them slick against my heated skin.

'Dan, I'm gonna, Dan...' I managed to gasp, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles had turned white.

'Pull over.'

'W...what?'

'Stop the car.'

'Dan I can't.'

But even as I spoke the traffic once more ground to a halt.

Instantly his caress was gone again and throwing the wad of tissue in my direction he unclipped his seat beat, getting out of the car.

I watched bemused as he scooted round the front of the car, ignoring the honks and calls of the other drivers as they stared to inch forward again. Opening my door he slid in beside me, nudging my foot off of the brake pedal.

'Swap.' He commanded, unclipping my own belt.

Quickly realising what he was on about, I grabbed the tissue and half scrambled, half pulled myself over into his recently vacated passenger seat.

With minimum effort he put the car into drive and eased us on our way, his free hand wrapping itself around me again.

Free from the burden of driving I let myself sink into the feeling, resting my head back against the seat, submitting to the fast building head rush.

'Come for me Doze, let it out, no one can see you.' I needed no second telling, but just to make sure, Dan scraped his nails along the underside of my loaded cock. That was it.

'Jonesy, aaaaaahhhhh fuck...!'

Fumbling with the tissues, I pushed his hand away and came hard, grunting like some damn rutting animal. Slumping exhausted back into the seat I was overcome by a fit of the giggles. They started deep in my chest and I couldn't help them from tumbling out of my mouth. Dan looked at me quizzically.

'Baby that was fantastic.'

'Glad to be of service.' He replied deadpan.

'Oh you can service me any day.' More giggles reverberated around the enclosed car.

Closing my eyes I ended up gulping in great lungfuls of air in an effort to try and breathe regularly again. The traffic had eased off and we were now speeding along nicely.

Suddenly I felt the car swerve to the left and come to a slow halt. Opening my eyes I smiled and surveyed the filling station forecourt.

'Yes?' Daniel asked, knowing all along that this was our ultimate destination.

'Yes.' I replied grinning like a complete idiot.

Pulling over he parked up near the automated wash.

'Well go on then - go get the tokens.' I instructed.

'Why me?'

I glanced down at my lap, glaring pointedly at my still half erect cock. 'Because I don't particularly want to be arrested.'

'Oh yeah.' He smiled and made to get out.

'And make sure you get the full deluxe thirteen minute wash.' I reminded.

His just grinned in that oh-so-sexy-just-for-me way that he had and walked off in the direction of the kiosk.

By the time he returned I had finished cleaning myself up and scooted back into the driver's seat.

There was one car in front of us, so we passed the time devouring the rest of the contents of my bag. It's surprising what a really good climax can do for your appetite.

Then the barrier was raised and, after quickly feeding the tokens into the allocated slot, we drove into the cavernous portals of the wash. Sunlight was denied us as with a resounded clunk the shutters came down, effectively cutting us off from the outside world for the next thirteen minutes.

Barely had the rollers touched the rear of the car before I was out of my seat and straddling him. 'Your turn.' I declared playfully as I reached down and locating the right button, inclined his seat as far back as it would go. I allowed myself to go back with him, his arms coming up to pull me to him.

The brushes reached the rear windscreen as his mouth met mine in a kiss so demanding that it left me gasping for breath.

Breaking for air, I rested my head in the crook of his neck, sucking mercilessly on the soft, sweet flesh there, forcing myself to stop before it could mark.

Daniel's hand moved up and down my back, creeping under my shirt, fevered and frantic, leaving me in no doubt that it was time for me to repay the favour. I could already feel his growing arousal as he pushed his hips up against me. Playtime over.

'Praying to the master, eh Dar?' Dan chuckled as I slid down his body and settled myself on my knees in the small space by his feet.

Cheeky sod. 'Yeah, so you had better make damn sure that you give Daddy some sugar.' I growled as I swiftly undid his buttons and put my lips to his tip.

'You'd...better believe...it.' His hips bucked involuntarily as I swirled my tongue around him, savouring just for a moment the sensation of having his cock resting on my lips, feeling it pulsing, hardening, as I laved away the first bitter drops of his passion.

Harsh jets of water pounded on the roof of the car, conjuring up memories of our lovemaking in Mexico. Closing my eyes I lowered my mouth, taking more of Dan into me.

The water drowned out most of his increasing moans but the hands that fisted almost painfully in my hair conveyed what he was feeling louder than a thousand words ever could.

My head swam as I drew back slightly, moving my hands to his balls, fondling them as I sucked on his head.

His grip tightened and I fought back tears as my fingers continued to play him, my cheeks aching with the sheer effort of working him so hard.

'Yes, yes, yes.' I could hear Dan shout over the noise of the foam jets as the windows were assaulted full blast. His legs beginning to shake as his balls contracted beneath my touch.

Putting everything I had into it, I pulled up with one firm suck and was rewarded by a forceful stream of Dan hitting the back of my throat. The taste once so strange now strangely familiar.

The sound of water changed to hot air as the cycle drew to its close. Using Daniel's upper legs as support I unfurled myself from my cramped position, cursing the pains that shot through my shins as my body complained at my treatment of it. I mentally promised it double yoga time that evening as compensation. It still wasn't impressed.

Re-taking the driver's seat, I glanced over as Daniel took one of my hands in his and languidly brought it to his lips. 'Thank you.' He mouthed over the roar of the dryers.

I couldn't resist leaning over and stealing a quick kiss as smiling I started the engine and once more emerged into the morning sunshine, the bonnet of the car sparkling with mini rainbows from the few remaining droplets of water. Beside me the window purred open as Dan proceeded to prove true one of the oldest clichés in the book.

Dropping the keys back to reception, I glanced at the wall clock and shrugged. 'Breakfast?'
'Sounds good to me.'
'Shall we?' Good-naturedly offering him my arm, which he took with a laugh we set off into the direction of the hotel restaurant.

'Well, well here's something you don't see everyday.' Leonie started sarcastically. 'To what do we owe the honour of your early company?' Not that I am complaining, it makes a pleasant change not to have to practically knock your door down to wake you.'

'Nothing,' I replied nonchalantly, 'I just got up early.'

At this Dan practically choked on his coffee.

'You alright mate?' Karl inquired, slapping him on the back as he took the empty seat next to him.

'Yes, yeah.' He spluttered.

'What, Darren get you up as well?'


~Chapter Fifteen~

The last three weeks since our little car wash adventure had been hectic with performance after performance, leaving both Darren and I exhausted, not to mention the rest of our touring band and crew members.

And of course this also meant that Darren and I also didn't have the energy or the time to make love, although the craving was always there.

Then, on our one day off for the whole week, I cracked.

Hurrying down the hall that separated my hotel room from Darren's, I didn't care if anyone was about and was determined not to stop even if they were.

Reaching Darren's room, I didn't knock as I threw the door open and looked around frantically for my lover, my heart sinking as there was no sign of him.

Letting out a growl, I turned to leave and that was when I became aware of water being shut off and I instantly knew where the object of my desire was hiding.

Grinning evilly, I closed the door behind me then hurried to the bathroom door, opening it quietly until I could see him, standing in the middle of the room, reaching out for a towel.

Of course, with my plans, he wasn't going to need that towel for a while...

Stepping inside the steam-filled room, I instantly moved up behind Darren and wrapped my arms around him to caress his wet chest, my lips going straight for his throat, sucking and nipping at his delicious skin.

Darren's reaction was to gasp then moan deeply, leaning back into my arms as he moved his hands to cover mine, showing me exactly where he wanted me to caress him.

Gently scraping my nails over his nipples, I began to move my mouth along his jaw line, urging him to turn his head so I could taste him fully.

Seconds later I was rewarded with his open lips and I kissed him hungrily as my hands began to roam lower and lower over his body, tracing the contours before I reached my ultimate goal.

He gasped into my mouth as I wrapped my hands around him, slowly stroking him to hardness whilst pushing my own arousal up against him.

"God you feel good..." He groaned as he began moving his hips against my hand and I let him continue for a minute or so, then I pulled my hands away, ignoring his objections as I made quick work of my clothes, letting them all drop, not caring that they were falling into puddles of water.

"I need to be inside you..." I whispered huskily as I pushed up against him once more, forcing him to move forward until he was up against the vanity unit.

"So what are you waiting for, dammit!" He growled and I chuckled at the lust in his voice.

It was good to know I wasn't the only one who was in desperate need to get off.

"Just this..." I answered, then I dropped to my knees and moved my hands to his ass, holding apart his cheeks as I began to lick at his opening, swirling my tongue around it.

"Holy fuck!" Darren cried, his back arching, toiletries from the vanity unit flying everywhere as his hands moved quickly to grab onto something, finding the edges of the unit.

Seconds later Darren's head dropped forward and his legs slid further apart as he pushed himself back against me, urging me inside of him.

Slowly I pushed the tip of my tongue past his opening and he let out a series of keening noises as he bent over to lean his head against the coolness of the vanity unit, his hands still gripping the edges.

I thrust my tongue in deeper, swirling it around before pulling it out once more. Moving closer and pushing his cheeks wider apart, I moved my tongue deeper inside of him, inhaling his intoxicating scent as well as tasting it with my questing tongue.

His noises of excitement and pleasure encouraged me and I began to work him hard with my tongue, pushing in as deep as I could before withdrawing, listening to his little sounds.

I couldn't get enough of his taste, my hunger for him growing with each thrust of my probing tongue, my hands sliding inwards to hold his opening open wider as I strove to push deeper.

Suddenly he let out a scream and I grinned as I rubbed my tongue over the same spot, attacking the sensitive spot and driving him almost insane, watching as one of his hands detached itself from the vanity unit and moved in front of him.

From the erratic thrusts of his hips, I knew he was beginning to jerk himself and I decided that I'd better act quickly or he'd be coming before I ever got the chance to really fuck him.

With my next wicked thrust of my tongue, I slid one of my hands between my kneeling thighs and began to quickly stroke myself, rubbing the weeping precome over my cock, lubricating myself and not ceasing my tongue movements until I was ready.

"Oh god, don't stop!" Darren begged as I pulled away and stood up behind him, my hands moving to his gyrating hips.

"I have no intention of doing so..." I said in a voice so husky and dripping with sex that I almost didn't recognise myself.

I don't think I should go without sex for so long...the more I'm with this man, the more I crave him...

Darren let out a whimper then a cry of ecstasy as I thrust deep inside of him in one fluid movement, consequently slamming him up against the vanity unit, making it shake.

The pace was instantly fast, Darren crying my name as I slammed into him over and over again, pulling out just far enough to tease him but not far enough to lose that exquisite contact with his body.

"Oh fuck...god I need this...oh you feel so good...so fucking good..." Darren growled, his hips moving back against mine, ignoring the pain as my fingers dug into him, pulling him back against me with each thrust forward.

At this stage, I was beyond caring that anyone could walk in at any second as I felt my blood beginning to boil, my thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

Opening my eyes for a second I found myself looking over his shoulder and watching him as he jerked himself hard in time with my thrusts.

The image of Darren wanking himself off as I fucked him was enough to overload my senses and with a scream of his name, I was coming hard inside of him, filling him completely, some leaking out to run down his inner thighs.

My movements continued until I heard his own cry of release and I felt his hips jerk forward, his head lolling back to rest on my shoulder as his body shuddered against and around me.

"Oh my god...oh my god..." He repeated in a croaky voice and I chuckled as I ceased my rocking movements and slowly pulled out of him, causing him to let out a soft whimper.

"I take it you enjoyed..." I stated the obvious as I ran my tongue over a bite mark I'd managed to give him at some stage of our passionate lovemaking.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that??" He asked incredulously, although somewhat breathlessly, turning around to face me for the first time since I'd entered the bathroom.

I went to answer but the second I opened my mouth, I was pleasantly surprised to find it filled with Darren's hot little probing tongue.

Obviously the man was still slightly high after our coupling. "Let's just say I found some interesting reading on the net..." I answered against Darren's moving lips before attacking them once more.

We kissed long and slowly, our hands caressing damp skin, eventually bringing us both back down to earth or close enough for us to be able to think about the consequences if someone were to walk in right now.

With one look at my soaked clothes, Darren immediately went through his bags in the bedroom and brought me something to wear before beginning to get dressed himself.

"You look good in my stuff." He admired as I pulled a dark blue shirt over my head.

I just winked at him and was in the process of moving in to capture those beautiful lips with my own when the door flew open.

"Darren, are you planning to come down some time today?" Leonie asked, ignoring the fact that I'd just frozen on the spot, almost in mid-stride.

"Leo, we've got a day off dammit! Why should I have to go down?" Darren whined, his eyes flicking quickly to mine as a wicked thought ran through his head and if my guess was correct, he was thinking about just where he'd like to go down...and on who...

"Because we still have to go over tomorrow morning's plans and everything because I know this will probably be the last time I see any of you until tomorrow." Leonie replied in a tone that should only be reserved for little children and I felt my hackles rising a bit at the fact that she was using it on my lover.

Darren let out a little groan and I just shrugged my shoulders at him in a what-can-you-do' way while thinking of ways to kill her.

"By the way, good morning to you too, Leonie..." I said sarcastically and it appeared that she didn't actually realise that I was there in the room until I spoke.

Giving me an up-nod in greeting, she immediately returned her attention to Darren and began mapping out the next day for him and I couldn't help but grin as he tried not to roll his eyes.

As she continued, I began to grow bored and annoyed so I started making faces at Darren and mimicking Leo until he burst out laughing, causing her to spin around to face me where I stood, whistling innocently.

Letting out an unimpressed huff, she stormed off in the direction of the bathroom, for god knows what reason, and my face paled while a mischievous smile formed on Darren's beautiful full lips.

"Darren, what the hell happened in here?" was her sudden screech and with a shake of his head, Darren grabbed my arm and dragged me out into the hall, hurrying me towards the elevator before Leonie even knew we were gone.


~Chapter Sixteen~

'Anybody seen Jonesy?' I asked anybody and nobody.

'No idea.'

'Search me.'

'Practicing I think.'

What, again? 'Where's Daniel?' had become a familiar question over the past few days and the answer was invariably the same. Practicing. Practicing what, I wondered. What was it that required him to lock himself away in his room each afternoon? If I questioned him on it all I got was a non-committal shrug of his shoulders and an even more non-committal 'things.'

Oh well, no time to ponder it any further, I was already running late for yet another interview and Leonie looked as if she was about to spontaneously combust.

'Darren!'

'Yeah, yeah coming.' I muttered under my breath. I didn't know why I was bothering with this interview anyway. The questions would be exactly the same as they had been at every interview since the tour had begun. 'How does it feel to be this successful?'
'How are you enjoying being in whatever town or state we were presently in.'
'How are things now that you are single again?'
'Is Savage Garden breaking up?' and of course that old favourite, 'Where's Daniel?' to which today I could honestly answer, 'I have no fucking clue.'

Part of me was beginning to worry that he was purposely avoiding me. No, I told myself firmly. Our relationship had continued to go from strength to strength, there was no way he was avoiding me. He was just being Daniel, the little shit that we all knew and adored. At least I hoped that was the case.

Memories of his activities when he had caught me unawares coming out of the shower the other week replayed themselves in my mind. To say that I had never seen *that* one coming would be the understatement of the year. I mean it's not every day your lover rims you in your hotel bathroom. You could have buggered me sideways and he very nearly did. No, it was just the strain of touring that was making him so tense. Wasn't it?

Oh please no, I prayed, I had been through this too often now to risk it all again. I don't think I could take it if he finished it. It really would mean the end of Savage Garden.

Hurriedly I banished all such thoughts from my mind. Dan was just being Dan. As usual.

Interview over and performed on auto-pilot, I decided to go and find my dear lover and get out of him exactly why he had been such an anti-social bastard lately.

'It's open.' was his response to my knock on his room door. Tentatively I turned the handle and entered.

'Hi there.' He greeted me. He was sat over by the window, lounging in a chair his bare feet up on the table. Dressed in faded blue jeans and a loose grey t-shirt, strumming at his acoustic, he was the very epitome of a laid-back surfie.

'Hi.' I crossed the room to him, placing a soft kiss in his hair, as ever delighting in the smell of shampoo, cigarette smoke and Dan. 'Whatcha up to?' I wrapped my arms loosely round his neck, my fingers snaking just inside the collar of his top.

'Not a lot, just chilling. You?' Placing his guitar against the wall he took my hands from his neck and drew me round onto his lap.

'Not a lot.' I replied, echoing his answer. 'Interview all done and dusted, thank goodness.' I sighed dramatically as I replaced my hands around his neck.

'That bad, eh?' He asked pulling me closer to him.

'Yes,' I barely breathed before his lips were upon mine, gentle at first, kissing away all the frustrations of the day and then harder, more demanding as I parted my lips and allowed his begging tongue entrance.

'So what you been practicing then?' I enquired when we parted.

'Wouldn't you like to know?' He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

'Err duh! Yes.' I replied moving my hands to trace slow, lazy patterns over his chest.

'Don't you get smart with me young man.' His fingers nipped playfully at my arse and I couldn't resist pinching his nipples through the thin fabric of his T-shirt

'Oh yeah? What you going to do about it?' I teased, putting on my best puppy dog eyes.

'This.' He said, crashing his mouth to mine once more, roughly plundering my mouth whilst simultaneously inserting his fingers under the waistband of my trousers and stroking the skin around the base of my spine, restricted by the way I was sitting from going any lower.

I couldn't help myself from letting out a deep moan. This was sweet punishment indeed.

'So what are the plans for tonight?' Daniel enquired when the need to breathe eventually won out over the desire to play tonsil hockey.

'Huh? Ermmm, I think we are all meant to be going out to dinner.' I had paid little attention to Leonie's daily recitation of my itinerary, knowing that I would be pushed and prodded in the right direction as need be.

'Well I think it's high time you posted another message on the BBS.'

'You think so?' I asked, already knowing the answer.

'Most definitely. I also think that if you come back here at around, oh say eight o'clock, it might just be to your advantage.'

My heart rate shot up several notches when he said this. So that was what he was planning.

'You know I think you are right.' I replied disentangling myself from his embrace. 'In fact I might just go and find Leonie right now and tell her that that is what I intend on doing.'

'Perhaps not *right* now.' Dan suggested, a smile playing over his lips as he pulled me back down for another kiss.

A little later, having successfully managed to get out of the proposed trip to a local pizza parlour by citing the need to post an update, I figured that I had better do just that, so I settled myself cross-legged on the bed and set about composing my latest offering.

It was hard to do with one eye constantly on the clock but I managed it. Hopefully successfully conveying to our fans a little of what life was like on the road and how fantastic their responses had been at our recent shows.

Our internet fans meant a lot to us so I enjoyed posting these little snippets for them whenever I got the chance.

Post written and uploaded I still had the best part of an hour before I was due in Dan's room. Looking back down at my laptop, I decided to do a little bit of internet 'research' of my own. Not quite sure where to start I typed my request into a search engine and took it from there.

The results were unbelievable. 'Ooh', 'Urgh', 'Yuk' and 'No way!' were some of the first reactions that sprung to mind but eventually I found a site that looked promising.

A few clicks later and I had what I wanted. Rising up on my knees, I craned my neck this way and that, trying to see the screen from every conceivable angle. Well, it looked as though it might just be possible, perhaps, maybe. Whatever, I concluded, we would certainly have fun finding out. It was high time to put all that yoga practice to good use.

Taking one last look at the image I proceeded to clear down the cache and history files before severing the connection. No one was supposed to use my iBook except me but I wasn't about to take any chances.

Going over to my travel bag I dug out my somewhat battered notebook and took a quick glance at our list.

I had been ticking them off as we had achieved each one, occasionally adding a new one but scanning the list now I couldn't for the life of me work out which one Dan had picked for tonight. I knew he had to be planning to knock one off but which?

Unable to bear it any longer, I got changed and, feeling more than a little excited, set off to find out the answer.

Opening his door I found his room empty.

'You're early.' A voice stated from the bathroom.

'Sorry babe, curiosity got the better of me.'

I heard the sound of the toilet flushing and then Dan emerged, wearing nothing but a pair of extremely tight leather trousers and, fuck me, a thin black studded leather collar.

Is that what he had in mind?

'Thought you wanted it the other way round?' I joked nervously.

'Just sit down, shut up and watch.' He told me firmly and I could see that he was equally nervous about whatever it was.

Obediently I flopped down onto his bed, lying flat out on my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows, my head resting in my hands.

'I don't know why I agreed to this one but here goes and if you dare laugh I *will* break your balls.'

Straight away I knew which 'wish' he was referring to. There had only been one on our list that he had been reluctant to include and the presence on the bed of the remote to his sound system confirmed this.

Walking over to the centre of the room, he flipped the wooden desk chair round and straddled it backwards. Looking up at me he smiled shyly and nodded.

Grabbing the remote, I aimed it in the direction of the stereo and pressed play. Instantly music flooded the room.

It took me a few bars to place the song but when I did, wow, I hadn't heard that track in such a long, long time and right away I was back in some smoky dive in Logan performing endless cover songs.

But my little trip down memory lane didn't last long, my attention was firmly fixed in the here and now by Daniel's movements.

'I'm a spy in the house of love.' Morrison rasped as, taking a firm hold of the chair back, Dan leant his upper body out and then in again, rising up on the balls of his feet to rub himself over the hard wood of the top strut. The leather of his pants making a delicious squeaking noise as he lowered himself and then rose up again to repeat the movement.

'I know the dream that you're dreaming of...'

Bringing one leg over the chair to clear it, he came round and stood at the front, turning his back to me and shimmering up and down. Taking full advantage of his position to wiggle his arse suggestively. Gradually becoming more confident in his actions.

'I know the word that you long to hear...'

Very deliberately he came over to me on the bed, twisting his hands up and over his head, swiftly doing an about turn as I reached for him, turning his head to wink at me in blatant invitation.

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe this was Daniel. Mr. I-don't-dance Daniel.

Gripping either side of the doorframe of the en suite he started to slowly, oh so slowly, move his body up and down the jamb, coming right to the floor so that he was practically sitting on it, then pulling out and working his way back up, arching his back as he did, every muscle in his arms straining, every line of his torso visible, so smooth, so perfect.

Whoa, he had been right. He could have easily made a living out of this. So sexy, so seductive, so unbelievably erotic.

'I know everything,

everything you do,

everywhere you go,

everyone you know'

He advanced towards me again swaying his hips in time to the heavy back beat, a slight smile appearing before he flicked his tongue out to run it over his lips. I swear I felt every sensation reflected in my own body as he ran his hands lightly over his chest, his taut stomach and down to his inner thighs. His eyes closing involuntarily at the obvious self-pleasure.

Coming up to stand right in front of me, his smile changed to a mischievous grin as opening his eyes, he grabbed himself and thrust his crotch in my face.

Ooooh, so somebody *had* being paying attention during our shows.

Laughing loudly I rolled over to follow him with my eyes as he continued to parade round the room. His hands continually caressing himself. Any lingering nerves that he may have had seemed to have now completely disappeared as he really got into his role, taunting me, teasing me, touching himself with unabashed delight. His actions causing shivers to run the length of my spine and all the blood in my body to rush south.

'Whoa, do your thang baby.' I called out, laughing as he grabbed himself again, doing a crude imitation of a move that I had must have performed at least a billion times already on this tour.

'I'm a spy,' the piano lazily continued with the melody, Jim Morrison's voice dripping with sexuality and desire. 'I can see you, what you do...'

With one last lingering glance and a haughty flick of his head Dan disappeared into the bathroom, just his slender fingers remaining to trail along the wall after him.

'...and I know'

Bouncing on my knees, I let out a loud holler, whooping and clapping for all I was worth. 'Encore, encore.' I shouted enthusiastically.

Moments later he reappeared in the doorway, smiling, frowning and then openly laughing.

'So come on then, honest opinion, it was terrible, don't give up the day job, huh?'

'No,' I said through my own laughter. 'You were brilliant, you were...' I stopped laughing, 'You were unbelievable.'

His eyes met mine.

'Come here.' I beckoned him with my finger

Smiling slyly he walked slowly over to where I sat on the bed.

Pulling him against me I put my lips to his ear. 'Now it's time for me to do something for you.'

His smile broadened. 'And just what did you have in mind?' He murmured, his lips finding mine.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I was so hard after his little 'display' that it wasn't funny, my hands immediately went to Dan's zipper, fumbling, struggling to get the damn thing open, get those fucking trousers off of him.

Hot though he was in the leathers the time for admiring the view had just expired.

Tugging a bit too hard on his waistband I only succeeded in bringing him toppling over on top of me.

Laughing, he pulled back and finished the task for me, carefully kicking them off to reveal a pretty impressive hard-on of his own.

'Now you were saying?' He said, helping me to remove my own clothing, his fingers then going to his neck to unbuckle his collar.

'No. Leave it.' I swallowed hard. 'Please?'

Giving me an amused look, he re-buckled it. 'You like?'

'Uh-huh.' I could only nod wordlessly. I had no idea what it was but something within me was incredibly turned on by the sight of him standing there in front of me wearing nothing but a thin strip of black leather round his neck.

Reaching for him, I pulled him back down onto me then rolled us over, all the time placing hungry kisses over his sweat-sheened shoulders and chest, my eyes constantly returning to his neck.

'Why?' I said, running my fingers over the silver studs, delighting in the feel of them against my pads.

'Figured you might like it. Also,' he paused, 'well, let's just say there are some things that you don't tell even your best mate,' he chuckled softly, 'your lover on the other hand...' and he let the sentence hang there, my mind racing to fill in the blanks.

That did it. Reluctantly tearing myself away from the collar, I got off of the bed and grabbing hold of Dan's ankles quickly pulled him round, encouraging him to lay as I wanted him to.

Before he had time to register my intention I had dropped to my knees and taken his cock into my hands. Massaging it, my thumbs collecting the pre-come that it was already slick with.

Leaning forward I flicked my tongue against the loose skin of the tip, slipping it under and softly tasting his unique bitterness.

Beneath me Dan writhed in ecstasy, once more reaping an interesting side-benefit of being born in the U.K.

Withdrawing I laved my tongue around the head, licking up and down the underside of his shaft in long, languid strokes.

'Darren.' A desperate plea but one that I wasn't ready to give into just yet.

Standing again, I ran my fingers over him, taking his moisture and mixing it with my own, sliding my now slickened fingers up and over my swollen cock before slipping them inside him and scissoring gently, stretching him, preparing him, prolonging his agony and increasing his eventual pleasure.

'Now. Please.' He was practically begging, moving himself on my fingers, trying to get me to impale him where it mattered.

Extracting my fingers, I bent his legs up and pulled him to the very edge of the bed. If I was going to be able to do this I needed to be as close to him as possible.

He looked up at me quizzically but I simply smiled and leant to kiss him fleetingly, reassuringly. 'Trust me, you'll love this.'

Taking a deep breath I slowly began to push myself in, pausing as Dan's inner muscles clamped down around me, waiting for his affirmative nod before I continued, deeper and deeper until I was sheathed in him completely. Once more enclosed in the tightness that was my love.

As I started to draw back and push in again, Dan's hands came down and grabbed his own erection. Tutting, I swatted his questing hands away placing them down on the bed beside him.

I knew from the way the expression on his face changed that he was expecting me to then bring him off with my own hands, what he wasn't expecting was what I actually did.

Shifting just slightly so that I had a stable stance I bent over and took his the top half of his cock into my mouth.

Dan's gasp of delight made me smile against him.

'Bloody hell Darren...!'

His implied question went unanswered as, apart from being unable to speak with my mouth full, I was concentrating far too much to reply.

I wrapped my hands round the base of his shaft and slowly moved my mouth on the part of it that I could reach with my lips, licking and sucking the heated skin.

After a few thrusts I managed to find a rhythm that matched the one which I was creating within him with the one I was using to suck him off.

Dan's hands flayed about wildly, searching for something, anything to grab a hold of. He ended up fisting them in the bed covers, twisting so hard that I thought he was going to tear the thin fabric.

I must admit it was a strange sensation, me fucking him whilst he was trying desperately to fuck my mouth. Up until this point I had no idea whether I would be able to pull this off, obviously all those hours of excruciatingly back-breaking forward bends had been worth it as gradually I took Dan further and further into my mouth, slowly, slowly, inch by inch.

His breathing came in short, noisy gulps. His moans ringing in my ears as I continued pounding into him, building up a relentless pace.

I moaned around him, my own pleasure increasing, Dan's cock throbbing against my lips, my hands working him for all I was worth. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled down over my now firmly closed eyelids. I was close and Dan must have sensed this as his hands came to cover mine on him. Together we climbed ever nearer our moment of release.

'Darren.'

Was that really my name? Was that really Dan's voice?

A hand fumbled ineffectively around my face and opening my eyes, I looked into those of my love. Eyes that burned so brightly, so full of desire, desire for me.

Raising my head, I pulled my mouth away from Dan, I was so afraid that I was going to bite him when I came and bite him hard. Though I had found out that he wasn't averse to pain, I thought that me practically biting his cock off was probably pain too far even for Daniel.

His hand found what he sought, stroking my cheek and pulling me over him, his other hand remaining with mine, jerking him with ever more frantic motions.

His body stiffened beneath me even as mine stiffened within him and then it was upon us, the rush, the heat, the moment of oneness when once again we reaffirmed our love in the most intimate manner possible.

Wetness between us, wetness spilling over his inner thighs, outpourings and fulfilment.

I collapsed onto him, exhausted, the room silent save for our raspy breaths as we both struggled to pull enough air into our lungs to satisfy their demands.

'Darren, Darren.' Calloused fingers smoothed back my damp hair.

My lips sought his as I crawled up to lay beside him, wrapping my arms round his waist, sated and happy.

'Well at least that's one thing we won't have to worry about.' I said as I rested my head on his still heaving chest.

'What's that then?'

'If the producing doesn't work out you'll always be able to make your living another way.'

A deep chuckle reached my ears in response as I sighed contentedly and let sleep claim me.


~Chapter Seventeen~

Another city, another hotel. It was weird how, as the tour continued, as it did with our first, the hotels just seemed to become the same.

I was standing in front of the large window of yet another hotel room. I wasn't really looking so much as I was thinking but every once in a while, when my thoughts became a little too much for my melancholy mood, I'd focus my attention on my new friends, the faceless and nameless people that scurried every which way down on the pavement. If any one of them decided to look up, I knew that they would probably see me but I knew they wouldn't care. Just as I didn't care about them...not like I cared about Darren...

And now we're back to the seat of my problems. To put it plain and simple, I was scared. I'd never felt this way about anything or anyone. I'd never loved or cared so much that I thought I was going to break into two...until Darren.

He was what I saw every time I closed my eyes, he was the name that always threatened to burst from my mouth at the most inopportune moments, he was quickly becoming my world, hence the being scared.

This is what I'd spent the last hour and a half thinking about. I knew there was no chance of me being disturbed, as everyone appeared to have something to do.

Letting out a deep sigh, I once more diverted my thoughts to the people milling not far below, resting my forehead on the cool glass, and in my sad pose, I heard the distinct sound of my door opening and someone stepping inside.

I knew who it was immediately. He doesn't knock now. He doesn't have to.

Hearing the lock click home, I remained in my stance until I felt two arms wrap themselves around me and his warm body press against my back.

"Hey." He said softly, his warm breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Hey yourself," I replied, my arms covering his, my hands sliding over his, our fingers entwining.

"What you doing? You're not thinking about jumping are you?" He teased and I shivered as he brushed his lips against my ear.

"Can't now...some guy's got his arms wrapped around me." I answered and he chuckled.

"So what are you doing then?" He then asked, his fingers playing with mine.

"Not much really. Just thinking about stuff and just having a moment of nothing. You know, the kinda stuff we very rarely get to do? As for you, young man, what are you doing? I thought you had interviews and stuff," I replied, moving to turn around in his arms, only to be denied the action.

"All done! And I've managed to ditch Leonie for the afternoon. Geez, mention shopping and that woman goes berserk," Darren groaned and I laughed.

"So, now that you've gotten rid of your shadow, what do you have planned?" I asked, my breathing stepping up a notch as his hands disentangled from mine and slide down to the hem of my shirt, playing with it.

"Oh...I dunno. There's this really cute guy that I wouldn't mind screwing senseless but I don't know if he wants me to," he replied cheekily, one hand slipping under my shirt to caress the skin just above my pants.

"Well, maybe you should ask him. Or better yet, take the initiative and just do it," I told him, letting out a soft sigh as his hand, the one that had snuck beneath my shirt, slid up my chest.

"Always the voice of reason, my Danny..." He whispered before pressing his lips to my throat, sucking at the flesh.

"I...I try my best..." I rasped and he laughed.

"And you do it soooo well..." He breathed, his voice dripping with lust.

I went to answer him but my shirt muffled it as he quickly removed it from me, causing me to gasp as he then pressed my body up against the cold glass.

"Better hope no one decides to look up, huh?" He joked and I nodded in agreement as I placed my hands flat on the glass and pushed back against him, feeling the beginning of his arousal against my jean clad ass.

He took my little hint and began caressing my naked chest as his lips moved along my jaw line, urging me to turn my head and to let him kiss me.

I did so quickly and let out a soft moan as his tongue instantly slid into my mouth, tangling with mine as it moved to meet him.

The kiss was deep, his caresses amazing and it wasn't long before I was pushing back against him once more, telling him I wanted more.

Seconds later his shirt was gone and I sighed as I felt the hot skin of his chest press against my back, the hairs rubbing against me, adding friction to our embrace.

His lips found mine once more and as he tasted me deeply, his hands trailed down to the front of my jeans and began to rub me through the thick denim, bringing little whimpers to my lips, only to be swallowed by Darren's hungry mouth.

He continued rubbing me, his own arousal pressed up against me, and soon my body began to crave more and he knew it.

"Stop teasing you bastard..." I growled, tearing my mouth from his and resting my head against the glass as I struggled to regain my breath.

His answer was a breathy chuckle and his other hand snaking around my waist to assist the first in undoing the button and fly of my jeans.

"Like this?" He asked, his hands sliding in and underneath the waistband of my boxers to grip me gently.

"Oh yeah..." I groaned, pushing my hips forward against his hand as he quickly pulled down my pants and boxers.

The same hand then disappeared from me but I didn't care as the one remaining began running up and down my hard length, pulling at me and causing me to moan Darren's name in pleasure.

Seconds later I discovered where Darren's hand had gone as I felt his now very naked arousal against my opening, teasing me, urging me to allow him entrance.

Biting my bottom lip, I spread my legs and bent slightly forward, pushing myself back against him, flinching slightly as I felt the head enter me, his precome lubricating his entrance.

He pushed steadily and didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside of me, and only then he paused for a mere second or two before he pulled out once more.

"Fuckkkkkk..." I cried out, my nails scraping against the glass in an attempt to find something to hold onto.

"Exactly what I had in mind," Darren replied in that seductive voice of his and I almost screamed as he plunged deep inside of me once more.

I was alternating between pants and moans as he pounded into me, his hand matching his thrusts as he pulled at my cock, his own little sounds telling me that he was just as far gone as I was with the intensity of the sensations coursing through our straining bodies.

He began to thrust harder inside me, his movements causing my own hips to slam up against the windowpane, the cold glass creating a strange but pleasurable sensation against my hardness.

His breath was coming hard and fast against my ear as he told me over and over again how good I felt and how he loved fucking me.

All I could do in return was cry his name loudly and throw my head back, hitting his shoulder as I felt my passion shoot from me, spattering against the glass.

As my muscles contracted around him, he began moving even faster until he was screaming my name, his entire body arching as he came hard inside of me.

"Oh shit..." He groaned finally, leaning his body against mine, his head resting on my shoulder as we both struggled to regain our breath.

"To say the least..." I replied and I felt his laughter with every cell of my heated body.

We remained motionless for another long minute then Darren slowly pulled out of me and turned me around in his arms, pulling me tight against him, just holding me, his hands running up and down my back.

I sighed with contentment then buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent deeply.

Who knows how long we just stood there, holding each other tightly, neither saying anything, just being content with each other, but when I began to shiver slightly, Darren pulled back and looked at me.

"Cold?" He asked and I nodded.

"Slightly," I replied, "But I think I can fix the problem."

He grinned at me then let himself be lead into the large bathroom where the heat of the water and Darren's body as we made love once more, warmed me to the bone.

It wasn't until the water began to run cold that we finally climbed out and, with towels wrapped around our waists, we returned to the large living area and surveyed the damage...or at least the mess that I'd left.

"Reckon anyone will notice?" I asked, smiling cheekily at him as he dropped his towel and began to dress.

"I think so..." He answered and I sighed as I quickly pulled on some clean clothes then hurried into the bathroom to grab some toilet paper.

Wetting it quickly, I returned to the living area and with a few quick swipes, my mess was gone and my attention was once more on Darren.

"So...what now?" I asked, moving to stand before him as he sat on my bed.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me close and, resting his head against my stomach, he pondered my question.

"Hungry?" He answered finally, moving to look up at me and I smiled.

"Like you wouldn't believe!" I replied and he laughed before moving to his feet, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my door.

Unlocking the door, he pulled it open and suddenly he dropped my hand as he was faced with Karl, his hand raised as though he were about to knock.

"Hey you two!" He exclaimed, his surprise quickly disappearing behind one of his contagious smiles.

"Hey Karl, whatcha up to?" I asked, returning his smile while subtly creating a little distance between Darren and myself.

"Just wanted to see if you were in the mood to grab something to eat." He answered and Darren and I smiled at each other.

"Perfect timing, just what we had planned. Lead the way." Darren stated and Karl smiled once more before heading towards the elevator.

Quickly closing my door behind us, we hurried after him and within seconds we were on the street with Ben and Lee in search of a good café and complaining about girls and their madness for shopping.


~Chapter Eighteen~

'Last one in buys the first round tonight.' Lee declared, pushing past us all in an effort to get a head start.

'Hey, that's cheating.' Karl wailed and grabbed at my arm in his own attempt to avoid being last.

'None of you stand a chance.' Proclaimed Daniel as he sprinted after Lee, his long legs easily enabling him to catch up with our bassist.

Not to be outdone I shoved Ben into the nearby wall and took off down the staircase, taking the last three steps in a flying leap, grabbing the banister for added leverage.

Ben seemed to resign himself to his fate as I heard a muttered 'Fuck you.' but no pounding footsteps behind me.

Of course the girls had already beaten the lot of us and were happily sitting in the warm water, sipping on glasses of wine like they had been born to this lifestyle.

Money may not buy you happiness but boy does it sometimes buy you the nicer things in life. Like your very own hot tub.

We had a couple of days break in our exhaustive touring schedule and at the time it had seemed a good idea to invite the immediate band back to my place for a brief forty-eight hours' respite.

I guess, if the truth be known, I was eager to show the place off, plus I knew it would, hopefully, provide me and Dan with the perfect opportunity to fulfil our hot tub wish.

The tub was just one of the improvements I had made to the house but this was the first chance I had had to try it out and, if everything went to plan, we were going to christen it in style.

I smiled as Lee lowered himself into the water, deliberately squeezing himself in between Elisa and Leonie, much to their disgust and protestations.

Dan caught my eye and grinned. Oh yeah, in style.

'Hey Darren I believe it was last one in.' Ben said, swinging past me and hooking on leg over the edge.

Returning Dan's grin I winked and followed Ben in, immediately relaxing as the warm water and the bubble jets enveloped me.

It was a bit of a squash with us all in there and as people moved around to talk to each other I found myself pressed up against the love of my life, our thighs touching. Bad move, I mentally berated myself as I felt a foot come to rest atop one of mine.

No, NO, think unsexy thoughts, think shopping lists, think bread, milk, sugar, chocolate, chocolate ice cream , lube...whoops, ok, don't think shopping lists.

'Darren are you okay?' Angie's voice cut through my lustful thoughts.

'Um, yeah fine, why?'

'It's just that you look a bit flushed.'

Shit. Helpfully Dan imperceptibly stroked my big toe with the ball of his foot. Imperceptible to all but me that was.

'Yeah, just a bit hot in here that's all.' And no comment from you, please Mr. Jones.

Thankfully Dan understood the gravity of such times and remained mercifully silent.

'We should get going.' Karl said, indicating his wristwatch.

'Wouldn't want to miss last orders would we Darren?' Ben added, glaring at me pointedly.

'Ermm, look you guys go on without me. I'm not feeling so good after all.' I seized on the girls' concern as an excuse.

'You do look a bit peaky.' Leonie commented as she stepped out and grabbed a nearby towel. The others following her lead.

'Dan?'

'Not tonight.' He replied, stroking my toe once more in silent communication.

'Huh?'

'Have you seen Darren's studio?' He offered as a way of explanation.

And an explanation like that was all that was required. Of course they had all seen the room I had turned into my home studio, I had proudly given everyone the full guided tour earlier in the day.

'Besides,' Daniel continued, 'Jennifer's sent me some new tracks that I really must listen to and work on.'

That seemed to satisfy them as with choruses of 'Ok', 'Catch you later man.' and 'Don't work too hard.' everyone traipsed off to get changed.

Moving to get out myself, I felt a hand on my arm restrain me. 'Where do you think you are going?'

'To ensure that everyone really does vacate the premises.'

'Good point, but hurry back.' Daniel's fingers lightly caressed my arm. Right, like he was going to get so much work done tonight.

Fifteen minutes and the absence of my gold card later we finally had the house to ourselves.

Shutting the front door firmly and 'accidentally' dropping the catch down so, that even with Leonie's spare set of keys, no one would be able to get back in without ringing the bell, I sauntered back through to the glass conservatory that housed my tub.

Easing myself in again, I let out a contented sigh.

'Come here you.'

Smiling I drifted over to sit on Dan's lap, his arms immediately wrapping themselves round my waist.

For a few minutes neither of us spoke, just enjoying the peace and quiet and the feeling of being alone, undisturbed.

'This feels nice.' Daniel said, breaking our companionable silence.

'What?'

'Just sitting here like this, holding you.'

'Mmmmm.'

'I think this is what I find hardest,' he went on, 'not being able to hold you. To be sat backstage and not being able to draw you to me, to come down to breakfast and not be able to give you a kiss 'good morning'.'

I knew what he meant, all the little things any other couple would take for granted yet to us were denied. We both knew that it was a situation of our own making but even so that didn't make it any easier to bear.

Sighing deeply I settled back further into his embrace, bringing my hands to rest on the tops of his thighs.

'Big sigh there babe. You ok?'

'Yeah, it's just...'

'I know but one day eh? One day soon...'

Inclining his head he brought one hand up to cup my chin, turning me to face him. 'We will tell people, I promise.' Without waiting for a reply, he pressed his lips to my more than compliant ones, moaning into my eager mouth as he slipped his tongue in to meet mine.

Twisting in his embrace I looped my arms over his head, bringing them to rest round his neck, softly playing with the damp ends of his hair.

Demanding fingers snuck under the waistband of my swim shorts and accordingly I lifted my hips, allowing him to pull them down and off, his own quickly following suit, both pairs landing with a wet thump on the concrete floor.

I re-positioned myself on his lap, our cocks brushing against each other, tiny droplets of pre-come momentarily clouding the surface of the water.

'Sex in a hot tub, eh?' Dan chuckled, his face breaking into a huge grin. 'Good call. So how do you want to do this one?'

'Like this is just fine.' I murmured in reply, rubbing myself up against him.

The warmth of the water was comforting and relaxing, the jets of water swirling around us, providing an added stimulation.

Lazily his hand began to stroke me and reaching down I returned the favour, running one hand up and down his shaft, using the other to gently fondle his balls, unable to contain my delight as he then did the same.

Slumping forward I rested my head in the crook of his neck, closing my eyes and licking at the drops of water that clung to his skin.

My head began to swim, I hadn't lied when I had told the girls that I felt hot in here, coupled with the heat that Dan was now generating within my body I was feeling quite dizzy. My hand slowed and from far away I heard Dan's voice call out to me.

'Darren, Darren?'

I felt myself being lifted up and placed on the cold concrete, immediately wanting to lie down and embrace its cool surface, strong arms around me preventing me from doing so. Instead I felt a breeze on my body and somehow I was being forced to put one foot in front of the other, coaxed towards the source of the breeze.

'Dozer?' Daniel's voice came again, muffled as if I was hearing him through layers of cotton wool. Then everything went black.

The next thing I knew, I was laying on one of the recliners in the garden and someone was trickling water between my lips.

Forcing my eyelids open I looked up straight into a very concerned pair of green eyes.

'Hey you.'

'Uh?' Glancing down I saw that I was covered one of the large bath towels. 'What happened?'

'You passed out.'

'Shit.' I closed my eyes again, feeling the heat return to my cheeks. 'Sorry.' I muttered in a very small voice. I had just ruined everything.

'Nothing to be sorry about. Just don't ever do that to me again, you had me worried.' A hand gently stroked my cheek, 'Darren, look at me.' Dan commanded softly.

I forced my eyes open once more.

'I know what you are thinking and it doesn't matter, all that matters is that you are okay.' He stood up from where he was crouched beside me, 'Think you can walk? We really should get you back inside before you catch a chill.'

'What about you?' I smiled weakly, indicating the fact that he was still completely naked and to my shame still partially erect.
Needlessly to say my own erection was long gone.

'Stay put.' He returned a few moments later with a towel of his own wrapped round his waist. 'Now let's get you inside.'

Sliding an arm under me, he helped me rise gingerly to my feet. I supported myself on the back of the chair as Dan motherly wrapped my towel 'round my middle. Suddenly I felt very helpless.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' was all I could repeat as we made our way back through the conservatory and into the seclusion of my den.

Lowering me onto the sofa, he then sat himself down beside me, drawing me to him. 'Now let's have no more talk of sorries. These things happen and it's not like there won't be other times,' he hooked his fingers under my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes, 'lots of other times.'

Silently I nodded and it was then that I realised that this was what our relationship was really all about. It wasn't just about the wild sex, the stolen moments of passion. It was also about the quiet moments, the little things, it was about truly loving and caring for someone other than yourself.

Okay, so we may not have succeeded in making love in my hot tub but Dan was right, if I had my way there would be lots of other times. We would christen every part of this house.

I nestled further into his embrace, resting my head on his bare chest, able to feel his heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

'Doze?'

'Mmmmm?'

Titling my head Daniel placed a tender kiss on my lips.

'Good morning.'

I turned my eyes to the small LCD clock on a nearby bookcase. 00:01.

'Good morning.' I replied smiling, before leaning in and returning the kiss. Maybe we had fulfilled a wish after all.