Darren took out his credit card to pay for the blue satin shirt he had just discovered in the department store and looked around. What else could he need....

Since he had changed his look completely, he was finally able to shop here in his hometown again on his occasional visits without being constantly followed and run over by screaming teenagers. Most people simply did not recognise him anymore. Or not yet. He grinned. Let the single and the album go No. 1 and he would have to prefer to shop at the discreet Gucci store or by internet again.

Close to the men's clothing department was the CD and video section. The latest U2 record was playing and Darren decided to take a look.

He strolled through the aisles, checking the new entries and automatically looked at "H" . Frowning he noticed some Isaac Hayes CDs placed in front of his debut record. Looking left and right, he took some "Insatiable" CDs and placed them not only in front of Isaac's latest one, but also some in the "D" section- in case someone would look under "Darren".. Some in "E", "F" and "G" wouldn't be wrong, too...

Satisfied with the result he turned over to "I" to look for Natalie Imbruglia when he heard some giggling behind him.

Oh SHIT.

Caught.

Slowly he turned around.

And saw some girls standing at the desk where the clients had the opportunity to listen to the records before buying. They were not looking at him. They were looking at a blond-haired man, wearing headphones, who was signing some autographs for them. Blushing and whispering the girls moved some metres away after he had signed heaps of exercise books and school bags, watching him closely.

Darren gasped.

DANIEL.

Hastily he put on his sunglasses, took them off again after he decided that it would arise only more interest if someone spotted him wearing them inside here.

He hid behind a huge "Now on video- Pearl Harbour!" cardboard advertisement when the employee asked Daniel, "And - you wanna buy it?" She raised the CD cover and Darren's eyes widened.

"Insatiable".

His heart just melted. Daniel was going to buy HIS new single. Forgotten was the split, forgotten was their break-up, forgotten was the bitter end of their love that they always thought would last forever. Daniel was really going to buy...

He leant forward and toppled over a pile of video cassettes.

The girls' and employee's eyes were still glued on Daniel so they did not notice. But Daniel turned around.

And saw him.

Smirked.

Turned back.

Shook his head.

WHAT?

Daniel smiled at the girls and the woman. "No." He said. Cleared his throat. "No." He said, even louder. "It's crap. I am not buying this record."

Darren had to grab Ben Affleck's cardboard shoulder for support.

The girls looked at Daniel with open mouths, the employee raised her eyebrows. "Okay..."

Daniel smiled and walked casually out of the department.

Darren waited until the girls had disappeared, surely running out of the store, getting their mobile phones out, rushing home, switching their computers on, spreading the news... These embarrassing news...

Crap... Daniel had said his single was crap...

Because he saw him? Wanted to hurt him?

Because he really thought it was crap?

Daniel checked out a few leather pants where a few minutes ago Darren had bought his shirt. He still grinned. God, the look on Darren's face had been priceless... How he...

He shrieked when a hand gripped his shoulder, spun him around. Blue angry eyes, flashing at him.

"Crap, huh?"

Daniel smiled.

Just stay cool.

"Oh, Darren! What a surprise!"

"You said my record is crap have you lost your mind?!"

Daniel turned around, lifted a pair of black leather pants from the stand.

"Well, it is... Really Darren... Please... That's the worst I have heard since..."

Darren yanked the pants from his hands, threw them aside. Grabbing Daniel's collar he dragged him into a changing cubicle, pulled the curtain shut, slammed him against the wall.

"How dare you, how DARE YOU!!!" He hissed at him. And the open amusement in Daniel's sparkling green eyes made it even worse. "They all heard what you said!!"

"Oh!" Daniel looked surprised. "Ooohhh... I am SORRY... You think somebody heard what I was saying?"

With astonishing force he turned the tables, turned Darren around, pressed him against the wall.

"You know what, think of 'Affirmation', think of 'I Don't Know You Anymore', that was written with your mind.." He slapped Darren's forehead with his flat hand, "And with your heart..." He nearly punched Darren's chest.

"But with what did you write this, hm? 'Mmm yeah, ooohhh yeah...'" He mimicked. "With this here?"

He grabbed Darren's crotch hard.

They stared at each other, panting.

"God, Darren..." Daniel's voice was suddenly husky.

He had not noticed it. Darren had not noticed he had a hard-on until Daniel's hand was on it.

He narrowed his eyes, angry and embarrassed by his body's reaction to the mere presence of Daniel.

"I hate you..." He hissed. "I hate you for coming here and saying my record is crap and I hate you for touching me and..."

Daniel shook his head fiercely.

"No, Darren, *I* hate YOU... I hate you so much..." Unconsciously he began to move the hand he still had between Darren's legs. "I hate you... I..."

He did not get any further. Darren grabbed his shoulders and just crashed his lips, so hard that it hurt.

Daniel's free hand landed in his long blond hair, fisting it, pressing his head closer.

They kissed like madmen, panting, moaning, groping.

Darren bit Daniel's shoulder hard.

"I hate you..."

Daniel hissed at the pain. He pressed Darren's crotch, opened his fly, pulled down the zipper, pushed his hand inside his pants.

"No, I hate you..."

Darren let his head fall back, moaned.

"Oh God, Daniel..."

"Oh Darren... Baby..."

They clung to each other tightly and Daniel worked him hard and fast with his fist.

Minutes passed, breathless, speechless.

Then Darren's muscles tightened.

"Daniel..."

"Come... Come, Darren..."

"Oh Danny..."

"Come.."

"Ah...Ahhhh..."

With one final groan Darren sunk his teeth into Daniel's shoulder again. It would be green and blue tomorrow.

He shivered violently.

Daniel's wet hand was still stroking him, softly now, causing a shudder with every move.

Darren pressed his face to Daniel's neck.

Daniel caressed his back.

"I am sorry..." He whispered.

"For what..."

"For saying your record is crap..."

Darren looked up exhausted.

"Don't say you like it..."

Daniel swallowed hard. "It is... Perfect, Darren... So sexy... The music... And the lyrics... Oh God, I was so jealous... I thought: Who made him write this..."

"My love for you, Daniel. My lust for you. My hunger for you that I could not satisfy anymore."

"Oh DARREN..."

Darren's hand was trailing down Daniel's back, rubbing his buttocks.

"Take me home, Daniel. I love you. And I want you. I want us to be together in your huge bed again..."

His lips brushed Daniel's ear, his voice became a seductive whisper.

"I want to fuck you again. Naked."

Daniel found it suddenly hard to breathe at all.

"Then what are we still doing here..."

They rearranged their clothes, their hair with shaking hands.

Cautiously Darren opened the curtain.

Four or five employees. Some clients. The female ones blushing and grinning, the male ones looking slightly disgusted. An older man, looking as if he just had discovered two cockroaches in the canteen. The store manager, Darren remembered. They had done an autograph session back when the department store had opened.

He cleared his throat.

"Hello, Mr.... Ahem..." He could not remember the name. "We.. Eh, it was not what you are thinking, I mean..."

The manager closed his eyes.

"I. Do. Not. Want. To. Know. Just... Get out."

He opened his eyes again, his face turning dangerously red.

"Get out of my store!" He hissed.

They just fled. Ran away, laughing like crazy.

At the door Darren noticed he was still holding Daniel's hand.

"Where are we going?"

Daniel smiled.

"Home."


~Chapter Two~

"Come come come... " Impatiently Daniel dragged Darren by the collar away from the department store. "My car's over there..."

Darren spotted the silvery Mercedes about 200 meters down the street. He looked into Daniel's flushed face, his gleaming eyes. Noticed his shaking hands.

"Oh no. You are not going to drive." He grinned, looked down Daniel's body to a certain region. "Not in the condition you are in."

He pulled him around the next corner to his huge black SUV. "I will drive."

It was pure torture for Daniel. He had given Darren release in the changing room, but his own desire was building up faster and faster. He tried to calculate the time they would need to drive to his house. 15 minutes. 20 maybe. Oh God...

Darren unlocked the car doors and Daniel climbed in. He leant back, closed his eyes, breathing fast.

Silence. Nothing happened.

"Darren, please..." He hissed. "What are you waiting for..."

A mocking smile.

"You haven't fastened your seatbelt..."

"DARREN!!!"

On some days every traffic light is red. This was one of these days.

Daniel glanced at the speedometer. "Can't you drive faster??"

Darren stopped to let an old lady cross the street.

"Do you think I want to get a ticket for speeding?"

Daniel began to shift slightly in the soft posh leather upholstery. It rubbed his buttocks delicately through his pants. He already imagined Darren's hands on them... Parting them slowly...

"I'll pay it, okay? OKAY?"

Darren grinned, watched Daniel from the corner of his eye.

He stopped again to let a young woman cross the street.

Daniel groaned.

He did it on purpose. Darren was tormenting him on purpose.

"Hm!" A regretful sound came from Darren's lips, hardly hiding the fun he had. "I think there's a little traffic jam ahead..."

"No..." Daniel gasped. He was so hard now that it hurt.

He grabbed Darren's wrist. "Turn right."

Darren slowed down, peered into the narrow dark backstreet. "Is this a short cut?"

"JUST DO IT!!"

Darren drove into the small abandoned street, turned to Daniel, smiling innocently. "And...?"

"Stop the car."

"And why shoul..."

"Stop. The. Car." A small breathless moan. "Can't wait."

His eyes were large, dark green and pleading. "Please, Darren..."

Darren opened his seat belt, turned a bit more, made himself comfortable leaning against his door, crossing his arms.

"Mmm.. 'Please, Darren...' Darren what?"

Daniel looked as if he was about to faint.

"Please..." He whispered and opened the button of his pants. "Please... Suck me..."

Darren raised his eyebrows, looked around. "Here??"

Daniel shivered. "Your windows are darkened and no one is here... Please..."

He pulled down his zipper.

Darren smiled, suddenly finding something really interesting at the inside of the car roof to look at.

"Hmmm... Say it again."

"W... What?"

"What you said about my new song."

"Darren, don't try to..."

Darren whistled innocently, scratching an invisible piece of dirt from the leather.

Daniel closed his eyes. A little droplet of sweat ran down his neck.

"Your song is perfect."

"Hmm.. What else?"

"God, Darren, I warn you, don't tease me..."

"Ah come on, Daniel... Perfect... What else?"

"S... Sexy..."

"Yes? Sexy? Aaahhh...What el... MPPHF!"

Daniel had made short work of Darren. His hand had shot forward, grabbed his neck and pushed his head down.

"Shut up and suck me..." He hissed.

Darren chuckled softly against his hard cock.

"Shh, baby..." He whispered before he opened his mouth wide and took Daniel down his throat. His hand moved up and entwined with Daniel's fingers on his neck, holding them there.

Daniel whimpered at the release of finally feeling Darren's soft thick lips around his hardness again. How had he managed to live without this incredible sensation...

His trembling fingers caressed the soft hairs on Darren's neck.

"Yes..." He whispered. "Oh yes..."

He let his head fall back against the headrest. Tenderly he tousled Darren's blond locks with his free hand while massaging his neck lightly with the other.

"Oh Dazza..."

He felt it coming fast, nearly too fast. "Darren..." He breathed out. "Baby..."

Darren pressed the fingers on his neck encouraging and Daniel let himself go, let it come, let it out with a helpless, sobbing sound escaping his lips. He was still shivering when Darren's smiling face reappeared in his view.

With a deep sigh he pulled him into his arms, rocked him softly.

"Thank you..."

Darren placed a soft kiss on his neck. "Was a pleasure."

"I didn't mean to be so rough to you, but..."

"Yeah, I know. I teased you a bit too much, huh?"

They chuckled.

Darren kissed his nose. "Home?"

"Yes, please..."

Darren was about to start the engine again when Daniel stopped him by placing his hand on Darren's. "Wait..."

Darren grinned. "Haven't you had enough?"

"Darren... After what happened in the department store.. And what happened here in the car... And surely will happen in my house..."

Darren noticed the seriousness in his voice. "Yes, Dan?"

"I think when we have finally calmed down a bit... We need to talk."

Darren took his hand, kissed it. "I know." He lifted Daniel's hand to his cheek, leant into it. "And we will talk. Because this is not only pure lust and desperate want for your..." He grinned. "Your gorgeous body..."

He kissed the inner side of Daniel's hand.

"I still love you, Daniel."

Silence.

Daniel swallowed hard.

"I love you, too. I never stopped loving you."

For a long moment they just looked at each other, simply stunned by their confessions.

Darren smiled shyly. "Sound like a good basis to..."

Daniel put his fingers on his lips. "Let's not hurry this. First we will try to sort it all out... And then, if we both still want this..."

Darren pressed Daniel's fingers to his lips. "I know I want this. We are worth it. And we won't fuck this up again."

Daniel reached out his arms and pulled Darren close to his body. His lips searched Darren's ear. "Speaking of fucking..." He whispered. "Wasn't there something you wanted to do with me in my bedroom?"

Darren felt a delicate shiver run down his spine.

"We really should drive home now..."

Reluctantly he released himself from Daniel's arms. A short, conspiratorial look and he started the car, turned it around, drove back to the main street

And at once they were stuck in the traffic jam.

He sighed. "Uh-oh..."

Daniel grinned. "Do you think we can behave now until we get home?"

"Mmm... Depends on how long we will have to wait here..." He pressed Daniel's thigh softly.

"You know... I really want to be in your house again..."

Daniel smiled, shifted in his seat so that he was facing Darren, snuggled up to the silky leather. "And what do you want to do there...?"

"I want to walk upstairs with you slowly... hand in hand... to your bedroom... Close the curtains... Maybe light some candles... And undress you. Very, very slowly."

"Mmmm... Sounds good..."

"Then I will take my clothes off. And I'll let you watch... Then I will take you in my arms and kiss you. I will lay down with you on the bed..."

"Oh baby..."

"I will kiss every inch of your body...." He laughed softly. "Especially... These inches..." He moved his hand up and stroked Daniel's groin, causing a soft moan.

"And then I will make love to you... I'll do it slow. Very... slow...and tender... Let my..." His breath became slightly faster. "... Hard cock... glide into your hot... and tight... hole..."

Daniel swallowed hard. "Ah... Ah... Oh Dazza..." He took Darren's hand, pressed it to his crotch. "Feel this...? You're already making me... hard again..."

Darren bit his lips, took Daniel's hand. "Feel mine... Come on..."

Daniel did it. "God, baby..."

"All for you, honey... All for you..."

He stared at the cars ahead. "Shit, why don't they just move on..."

Now they both caressed each other, breathing heavier.

"Dazza, can't you... Drive over the sidewalk..."

"Are you crazy..."

The air in the car became thick with desire.

But fortune smiled on them, and suddenly the traffic jam moved.

"I... I think we will... soon be... home..."

"That's... good... High time..."

Darren was sure that if his car would not have an air condition, the windows would have been steamed up when they arrived at Daniel's house.

Daniel nearly fell because he opened the door and jumped out before Darren had stopped completely. He ran to his house, turned around halfway. "Come..!!" He begged impatiently.

Darren was still standing by the car, pressing desperately the remote control for the car lock. "Doesn't work..."

"Then just lock it with the key!"

"I can't, my hands are shaking..."

"Ah, fuck, leave it open, I'll buy you a new one if it gets stolen..."

Daniel opened the front door with trembling fingers when Darren came running after him and pressed his body to Daniel's back. Daniel promptly dropped the keys. "God, Dazza, not here..."

He bent over to pick them up and Darren's hands ran over his hips. "Yeah, baby, just like this..."

"Darren, hands off!!!"

Finally the front door opened. In a second Darren shoved Daniel inside, shut the door with a BANG! and slammed Daniel against it.

"Baby..." He breathed out.

Daniel grabbed his head, pulled him close. "Kiss me..." But without waiting for a response he pressed his lips to Darren's mouth, shoved his tongue inside. Darren moaned, fisted his hands into Daniel's shirt.

"RRRZZZ!!"

Daniel's eyes widened in shock when the remains of his torn shirt fell to the floor.

"Aaarrgghh!" Darren hissed with pain when Daniel's nails scratched over his back pulling his shirt up. More wild kisses and Darren dragged him to the stairs. "Bedroom... Now..."

Daniel took the first stairs when Darren's hands sneaked around his waist, opened his pants and pulled them down with a jerk.

"AH!" Daniel stumbled, fell forward. "Wait, will you!!"

He laughed, managed to get up and hugging, stumbling and shuffling they took the last steps to the bedroom.

Halfway to the bed Daniel turned around, opened Darren's fly. "C'mon... Fuck me..."

Darren groaned, grabbed Daniel's naked buttocks. "I will, baby, I will..."

He turned him around again, pushed him forward.

Forgetting the pants still hanging around his ankles, Daniel made a step forward, stumbled and fell on his knees in front of the bed. He whimpered when Darren removed his shoes and finally his pants completely.

Burying his face and fingers in the satin covers he began to shiver when Darren pushed his legs apart, grabbed his buttocks.

Felt his hot breath ghost over his back, up to his neck.

Heard a breathless whisper.

"Sorry..."

Daniel nodded.

Raw lust, need.

No time for preparations.

It had been a long time since he had had Darren inside.

He felt the hard cock push against his opening.

It would hurt like hell.

He shivered. "Don't care... Do it, baby... Do it..."

He held his breath.

"Aaahhhh....!!"

Daniel felt the pain. But never had pain felt this good.

"Aaahhh..."

He felt Darren push his cock in deeper and deeper and the dreams came back. Hot, sweaty dreams late at night when his body was aching for being completed again, aching for the intense, thrilling lust, created by Darren's hard erection rubbing the special spot deep inside...

He pushed his hips back, rocked against Darren's groin.

"Yes...Yes... Fuck me... Oh God, fuck me..."

Darren groaned, grabbed Daniel's hips harder.

"Oh, baby... Baby..."

Daniel screamed in pain and delight when Darren bit his back.

"Aaahhh... Fuck me harder... Aaahhh... Harder, baby..."

He grabbed his own cock, began to jerk off fast. How often had he done this, kneeling on his bed, his legs spread wide, imagining Darren behind him... But THIS was the real thing, this was how it should feel... This was right...

Darren's sweat was dripping onto his skin, his hard nipples rubbed his back when he bent forward to kiss Daniel's neck breathlessly.

"Good so, baby..?"

"Yes... Aaahhh, yes..."

Their moans turned to whimpers when they felt it coming. Harder and harder Darren shoved his cock deep inside of Daniel.

"Danny.. Oh Danny..."

"I'm... I'm coming..."

"Danny..."

"Daz... Aaahh... Aaaahhh!! Aaahhh!!!"

"Oh God, I... Aaahhh!!! Daniel...!!!"

Helpless cries, moans, sweaty bodies slamming against each other.

Slowing down. Paused.

Two deep shoves. Pause.

A last one.

Darren hugged Daniel from behind, rested his wet face on his back.

For minutes they did not move.

Then they helped each other up slowly, crawled onto the bed, slumped down side by side, still panting heavily.

Darren tried in vain to get rid of his shoes and pants, giving up after a few attempts.

"Let me..." Daniel got halfway up, fell back onto the bed again, chuckled. "I can't... I see little stars before my eyes..."

He turned his head to look at Darren.

"So much for 'undressing slowly' and all that other stuff..."

Darren grinned.

"Yeah, sorry..."

He reached out his hand, caressed Daniel's face.

"I've been quite rough..."

Daniel kissed his fingers, smiled.

"It was breathtaking... I loved every second."

Darren nodded slowly. "It felt so... right... You and me together, this feels so right. And so good."

He sighed. "Even if tomorrow morning we decide that we don't want to start over again and you'll tell me to leave... Even if we can't work it out... I think every time we meet... we will end up lying here in your bed. Or in my bed. Or..."

Daniel laughed, "..Or in your car..."

"Or... on the floor... Or..."

Darren yawned, cuddled up to him.

"Can you hold me for a while...? I..."

Daniel smiled. "Tired...?"

"Mmmm...."

"Sure, baby..."

He waited for a while, listened to Darren's breathing.

"Darren?" He whispered.

No answer.

Daniel kissed his hair.

"Stay..." He whispered. "Don't go tomorrow... I love you so much..."

A soft, happy sigh.

"I heard that..." came the murmured answer.

Daniel smiled and pulled Darren tighter into his arms.

A wonderful, peaceful feeling he hadn't felt for years swept over him when he closed his eyes.