Drabble - Bed Talk by various authors

Aerial Bard

"No."
"But Dan..."
"Darren, have you read the article?"
"What about it?"
"It's called 'In Bed With Darren Hayes'. What do you think this photo shoot is going to be about?"
"Oh, come on Dan, it can't be that bad..."
"Me, you, and a bed. Do you really think our fans are going to let that go? Especially... *those* fans?"
"No one's going to take it that way."
"I'm not going."
"Dan, please?"
"No."
"What about...?"
"No."
Darren opened his mouth to speak.
"No."
"You're impossible!"
Annoyed, Daniel turned to walk away.
"Wait! Dan?"
"What?"
"Can I borrow your guitar?"

~*~


DazWolf

He huffs, hair falling into his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you have none.”
“Like you are any better?”
“I talk, I cuddle. That’s called bedside manner!”
“Oh come on, you can’t be serious?”
He bounces on the bed, only earning a stern glare.
“It’s not for bouncing, either. Can’t you just be normal?”
“Can’t you just let me have fun?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
He sticks out his tongue, eyes dark.
“Don’t stick it out unless you’re going to use it.”
“For what?”
“That totally depends.”
“On what?”
“What I decide to do with it. Come here!”
*pounce*

~*~


Lau

MONDAY

BUZZ.

“Mm...”

“Hmm?”

“Nnygh...”

BUZZ.

“Dar?”

“Nnygh.”

“Turn off the fucking alarm, Dar.”

Silence.

BUZZ.

Daniel slatted his eyes against the gray pouring into the room to confront the beast face to face. It buzzed again.

“Luv, did you have somewhere to be this morning?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Daniel collapsed back on his side, the impact making Darren give off a little “ooft” of surprise.

“Hadn’t you better get on, then?”

“...stay with you...” It was muttered into a pillow.

“Well,” Daniel smiled. “That’s hard to argue with.”

“Mm-hmm...”

More drawn out that time, slipping back into folds of sleep.

BUZZ.

“Dar!”


TUESDAY

“Daniel?”

The blonde snapped awake. “Whuzzwrong?”

Darren had worry lines between his eyebrows. It was the first thing Daniel saw when he flopped onto his other side to face the man.

“I can’t sleep.”

Daniel kept his smile to himself and reached out with his left hand, thumb smoothing the lines the same way he might pet a cat’s forehead. His fingers slipped into the hair.

“Neither can I. What’s the matter?” His voice was the sound of fresh brewed coffee.

Darren’s eyes dropped. His hand cupped Daniel’s, and they lay like that until the alarm went off.


WEDNESDAY

BUZZ.

It was the drums of a Paul Simon song and Darren shaking his ass in time with the bassline that made Daniel actually sit up and stare at the hallway.

“What are you doing?” Daniel called, palmed one eye wearily, and reached for the alarm.

“Making breakfast for your lazy ass!”

The reply carried over applause and screaming. “What are you doing?”

Daniel scanned the room, searching for boxers and wondering what it meant that he’d slept naked in bed and awoken unmolested.

“Dar?”

Beat.

“Yeah?”

“Did you fall asleep watching Bond films again last night?”

Beat.

“Maybe...”


THURSDAY

“Darren?”

“Hm? Wha?”

“Did you hear that?”

Grunt. “No, but you obviously did. Hear what?”

“Sounded like an ice cream truck.”

Darren lifted his head with great difficulty and winced at the clock. “No way. Too early.”

Daniel sighed in acknowledgement.

“Go back to sleep, Dan.” Darren snuggled closer.

“Yeah, okay...” It was already a murmur lined in sleep.

Darren let the glossy waves of gray wash over him while he counted how many hours until he had to get up again. Not enough. He sighed quietly.

“But Dar?”

The gray faded a little. Damn.

“Now I really want some.”


FRIDAY

Daniel’s eyes went wide so fast he wondered if his eyeballs might pop out.

Darren’s mouth was hot – a sauna, and he could barely stand it, wanted to rip the man away and tear him closer at the same time. The goose-down edges of slumber were chased away screaming. He could feel fingers wrap into the sheets, scrambling for grip and muscle control. It was hot, too hot, he was going to spontaneously combust. Point of origin would be his own scarred bones.

“Jesus.”

All in all, Daniel had to admit blearily, it wasn’t a bad way to wake up.


SATURDAY

THUMP. “Fuck!”

Darren blinked awake, and with effort, pulled himself over to the other side of the bed, peering over the edge.

Daniel rubbed his head crossly, grumbling.

“You okay?”

“Harumph,” Daniel proclaimed.

“What happened?”

Daniel sighed. “I think I dreamt the alarm went off. What a way to start a weekend.”

Darren propped his head up on one hand. “As long as you’re okay.”

“All my 1,000 parts are fine, thank you,” Daniel said crossly.

“All the important ones, anyway,” Darren said primly.

“Ha,” was Daniel’s response as he clambered back into bed. “Now scoot over. I’m still tired.”


SUNDAY

“Did you ever go to church?”

“What? No.”

There was a comfortable silence and Darren repositioned his head on Daniel’s chest.

“I guess it was more of a family thing, church.”

“I was family enough,” Daniel sounded indignant.

“Then why didn’t you go?”

Daniel considered, and smiled. “I guess...they couldn’t make me go to school, why should they make me go to church?”

“No, really,” Darren said.

“Really?” Daniel replied, growing serious. “Really, I was tired of being told I was evil. And then...”

“...and then?”

“And then I met you.”

And they both smiled, though neither one could see.

~*~


LindaG

“Jonesy…”

“Hmm…?”

“What are you thinking?”

He felt the lips smile against his collarbone.

“Well?”

No response as the body beside his simply snuggled closer.

“Jonesy, what is it? You can tell me. I know you’re thinking something. Because you are rarely silent in bed otherwise. Unless you’re asleep. So tell me. What are you thinking?”

An arm went across his chest as the body attempted to pull him still closer.

“Why are you evading me, Daniel? Why won’t you talk to me?”

The body beside his began shaking. Laughter? Why? What?

“Daniel Jones! Did you-? How dare you!”

~*~


Pomona the Dream Diva

"Is it because you might just stay?"
The dark foyer calls but my legs stay still.
"What is?" My hand fumbles the knob, my jacket dangling from my fingers.
I glance at the pack of cigarettes hidden in my palm, my need only growing.
"Can't look at me, can you. Not after you come."
Darren's last spoken word drips with malice. Something takes a stab at me.
Air is running out. "This Saturday then?"
"Ryan's, 2pm - don't be late." The bed creaks in unison with the door.

Before my smoke dies out, another excuse is being born.

~*~


RiseAgainPhoenix

“Martha Stewart wouldn’t approve,” Daniel frowned.
“Since when do you care about Martha Stewart?” Darren asked.
“Since you decided to change our pillow cases.”
“What’s wrong with our new ones?”
“I don’t want Skywalker staring at me when we make love…”
Darren laughed. “Honey, it’s just cotton print.”
“I know…” Daniel fiddled with a corner of his new pillow. “Can we flip them over at night?”
“I promise you, the second we hit the bed, you’ll forget all about the Star Wars pillows.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Well just in case, lets take a test run right now.”
Daniel forgot.

~*~


Savage Rose

2:00 A.M. at the Hayes-Jones Residence. A blonde guitarist sleeps peacefully as his partner tosses and turns next to him.
"Daniel," The restless one whispers, "Daniel!" He says, louder, "Wake up!"
Daniel groans, sitting up.
"Dazza, what's wrong?" He mumbles turning on the bedside lamp, and looking at the singer.
"Can't sleep." The vocalist replies feebly. Daniel mutters to himself.
"Why not?"
"Nightmares." His partner whispers overdramatically.
"About what?"
"EVIL MUFFINS!" The child-like one shouts.
"Darren." Daniel warns, "Go back to sleep."
"Nuhuh. Scary..." He whines, snuggling against Daniel's chest. Daniel smiles holding him close.
"That better?"
"Yes, thanks Danny."