"Ouch!"

Darren Hayes glared up at that damnably adorable grin as he brought a hand up to his forehead.
"It's not that heavy of a ball."
"Jonesy- No! I'm not playing." Darren looked down at the offending object that had hit his head, "I hate tennis."
"Aww come on love." The owner of the grin pleaded, "Exercise'll do you some good."
"But it's cold out." Darren whined, then smirked, "Besides- I get enough in bed."
"Oh please." Daniel Jones took the tennis ball out of his companion's hand and replaced it with a racket.
Darren made a face, "You know I'm not very coordinated- sports aren't my thing."
"So what!" Daniel tugged at his companion's arm, "It's just for fun- come on!"
Against his will, the singer was dragged out of the warmth of their hotel room and out to the tennis courts.
"What if someone sees us?"
"Then they'll see two incredibly sexy guys playing tennis."
Darren rolled his eyes, "Spare me- please."
Daniel laughed as he shrugged off his jacket, "Take yours off Dazza."
The singer hugged himself, "Nu-uh- it's freezing out here."
"It won't be after we start playing." Daniel gave up pleading though- knowing how stubborn his Taurus lover was.
Darren eyed his racket skeptically as Daniel made his way over to the other side of the court.
"Heads up!"
"Wh- OUCH!! Jonesy!!!" the diva put a hand to his forehead as Daniel laughed.
"I told you to look up." He jogged to the net, "You all right?"
"I'm just peachy." Darren scuffed his sneakers on the tarmac.
"Aww- don't be a spoil sport. Here- I'll let you have first serve." Daniel picked up the tennis ball and handed it to his companion.
Darren gave him a mock angry look as he trudged to the service line.
He tossed the ball in the air and swung- the ball sailed across the court-
Right into the net.
The singer frowned, "I told you I'm no good at this Jonesy."
"Don't worry about it love- you get another shot."
Darren grumbled to himself as he got another ball and proceeded to serve it-
"Stop!"
"Wh- what?" Darren looked around startled.
"Your preparation is all wrong."
Darren put his hands on his hips, "Well sorry Mr. Tennis Master."
Daniel just laughed as he hopped over the net, "Here love- let me show you."
He took the racket and stood behind his friend, "Now line the ball up. . . move your racket back- up over your head, there ya go. Now toss the ball up and- there! Perfect- see- it's not so hard."
Darren wasn't paying much attention though- he was more concerned about a certain thing rubbing up against his ass.
"Mm- Jonesy- got you heated up already?"
Daniel scoffed, "Darren! I'm trying to teach you how to serve."
"You can service me any time baby." Darren laughed at his joke.
Daniel merely rolled his eyes.
"Oh- lighten up Jonesy." Darren took a step away from his partner and made a serve. It landed right smack into the net again. "Ack! Why can't I do this?!"
"Just take your time, here- let me show you again." Daniel proceeded to move behind Darren who in turn rubbed up against his leg.
"Dazza- we're in public- I don't think that's appropriate."
"No one's around." Darren grinned cheekily as he leaned against his racket, "Since when are you not in the mood Daniel Jones?"
The guitarist went a slight shade of red.
"Aww- all right fine- serious time." Darren lifted his racket up and tried another serve.
"There ya go- perfect." Daniel kissed his cheek, "Now let's play some tennis."
Darren shrugged and waited for his companion to reach the other side-
An evil grin spread across his face and lining up the ball with his racket, shot it across the net- hitting Daniel right square on the ass.
"Score!" Darren did a little victory dance; Daniel stood glaring at him.
"Darren!"
"All right- all right!" the singer put the ball in service and the game began.

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"Whew! It's hot out here!" Darren tugged his shirt off, "You were right Jonesy."
The guitarist wiped the sweat from his brow, "No kidding." He picked up a ball, "40-40 dues- This one decides it Dazza."
Darren nodded and made ready- rocketing the incoming ball back to his partner.
Back and forth- back and forth- back and forth.
This had to be the longest rally yet- Darren was getting bored.
An idea struck him as he shot a backhand-
He shot a few more back- then dropping his tennis racket, he suddenly collapsed onto the court.
"Darren!!" Daniel threw his racket down and ran across the tarmac, hopping over the net and to his fallen companion.
"Dazza- baby!" the guitarist cried panicking as he knelt down at his friend's side, "Darren!"
He leaned down to see if his love was breathing and to his surprise was caught up in a passionate kiss.
Wrapping his arms around Daniel's neck, Darren pressed the kiss further, his partner practically on top of him.
When air became an annoying necessity, Daniel was faced with a mischievous grin.
"Darren! Don't you ever do that to me again!" Daniel cried angrily, "You gave me a heart attack!"
More scolding, the diva pushed out his lower lip making the guitarist stop in mid sentence, "Aww- mate- come here."
The guitarist gathered him into a hug, kissing his neck, "You just had me scared, that's all."
"It's okay- I was just getting bored."
"You could've just stopped the game."
"Yeah- but what fun is that?" Darren kissed Daniel's forehead, "That's for hitting me in the head with a tennis ball."
Daniel sighed, "All right- we're even then." He stood up, "Let's say we finish the game- huh?"
Darren sat on his heels, "Uh- let's call it a tie- I'm sick of playing with tennis balls-" He smirked, "I'd rather play with someone else's."
Daniel arched his eyebrows, "Would you now?"
"Ah-huh." The singer picked himself up, "What say we move this game indoors- hmm?"
"Sounds like a plan to me?" and with a seductive grin the guitarist had his companion up in his arms in no time.
"Jonesy! Put me down!"
"No way sweetheart." Daniel carried Darren in through the doors and across the empty lobby to the elevators.
"What about the rackets?"
"Hotel staff'll pick 'em up." Daniel said as the steel doors closed.
No more to be said, he quickly had his companion pressed up against the glass, kissing him hungrily.
Bing
The doors opened and the two had barely shut the door to their own room before their hands were roaming each other's bodies- feeling ever well known contour.
Darren groaned as Daniel stripped him of his annoying shorts, releasing his straining cock.
The guitarist's nimble fingers moved quickly, pushing his companion dangerously close to the edge already.
Not wanting to lose all his pleasure just yet, Darren practically shoved his partner's head down onto his cock, demanding contact with Daniel's mouth.
Chuckling at his love's urgency, the diva's love quickly started a pace, which had Darren practically crying out for mercy.
It didn't take Daniel very long before his companion was screaming his name, coming in forceful waves.
With an exhausted groan, Darren slumped against the wall, nearly falling asleep.
Smiling, Daniel crawled over and took the singer into his arms, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"Mm- no- your turn Jonesy." The singer murmured, half asleep.
Daniel shook his head, "You're tired baby- here." He lifted up the light form and carried him to bed, "Go to sleep love."
Darren mumbled something more, before nodding off. With a tender kiss on his partner's forehead, Daniel trotted off to the bathroom for a shower and change.
When he emerged a while later Darren was still asleep so he sat himself comfortably on the couch and opened up a magazine . . .

Bonk!

Muffled giggles.
Daniel picked up the stray tennis ball that had hit him in the head, "Hey you- you're supposed to be asleep."
The singer grinned at him, "Needed a little break- I'm not through with you yet."
Daniel chuckled and tossing the ball aside dove into bed, "Mm- tell me what you had in mind baby?"
"Oh- Nothing special really." Darren's quick hands moved immediately to Daniel's groin.
"Uh- nothing- sp- special- huh?"
Darren laughed at Daniel's sudden absence of eloquence as he continued to massage his partner through the cotton of his boxers.
"Jonesy- these really have to go." Darren laughed and pulling back the covers, he proceeded to make an agonizing slow pace of removing the article of clothing with his teeth.
"Oh God! Darren- please!" Daniel's strangled cries made the diva laugh and he slowed his ministrations down even more.
The guitarist would have none of that; patience not his strong point-
"Dammit- Dazza." Daniel gasped, arching his hips up.
Knowing his partner had had enough; the singer complied and took the last step, taking Daniel's hardened cock between his full lips.
Daniel's strangled cries grew louder as Darren's tongue swirled around the head, moving in an erotic dance from base to tip.
With his free hand, Darren lazily trailed a path along Daniel's sacs, making the guitarist nearly scream.
Soon after, the stars exploded and Darren was trying in vain to catch as much as he could-
Wiping his mouth, the singer waited for his love to come back down to earth, stroking a hand against his inner thighs.
"Uh- oh God-." Daniel put a hand to his forehead, "That was- intense."
Darren grinned, licking his lips as he crawled up to capture his love's mouth.
Daniel sighed happily, tasting himself along with Darren.
"I think I need a little nap now." Daniel smiled, running his hands up and down Darren's back.
"You know what Jonesy?" Darren closed his eyes, lying his head against Daniel's chest, "I think we should play tennis more often."
"What?" the guitarist stopped his gentle hands, "I thought you hated to play sports?"
"I do." Darren picked his head up, "But if I get to play with you afterwards- it's all worth it."
Daniel winked at his love, setting a gentle kiss on his lips.
"So when's my next tennis lesson Jonesy?"
"Mm- how 'bout tomorrow- same time, same place?"
Darren nodded, "Sounds good to me."
"Oh- and Darren." Daniel put a finger to his love's lips, "You have an appointment right afterwards."
"I do?" Darren looked at him curiously.
"Yes love." Daniel pinched him on his ass, "Remember- I can service you, anytime- anywhere."
The singer grinned, then gasped as Daniel rolled over on top him-
"Jonesy- oh Danny!"

Darren Hayes always made sure to put in extra time for a certain activity:

Afternoon tennis lessons.