Birthday Prezzies by Lau

After a final rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday to You," the men of Savage Garden slammed back down their shot glasses and burst into cheers. Darren's world swam and he steadied himself on the table as he stood. He glanced at his watch and back at the group.

"Guys, I'm gonna crash. No practice tomorrow...I'm gonna need to sleep this off," he said, lying through his teeth. He wasn't nearly as drunk as he wished he could be.

Ben, Lee, and Karl cheered his decision with another round of shots, while Dan nodded sharply at him and hoisted up out of his seat. "I'm gonna turn in, too. Wouldn't want to wake you up coming in later."

~*~*~

Darren stared at his hotel bed angrily. He hated it. He wanted his own fluffy pillow, his own paint job, his own books on his own shelf by his own window. Was this fame? Sacrificing your identity to Styrofoam blankets, single serving mints, single serving shampoo, single serving conditioner, single serving pats of butter and single serving sugar in one cup of coffee? And ever since his separation, he had been living a single serving life. He missed the human contact, the comfort of rolling over and finding another body next to him.

Toeing off his shoes and stripping down quicker than usual, he slid between the cold starched sheets.

Then he heard something from Dans room. He slid through the darkness of the hotel room to the connecting door between his room and Dan's, and pulled it slightly ajar.

After his eyes had finished adjusting to the dark that their rooms shared, Darren realized with a shock that his friend was naked, sprawled on top of the bed. Darren felt guilty, felt that he should move, but couldn't. He slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall slightly, his eyes locked to Dan's body.

When Dan started stroking himself, Darren still didn't move. A shaft of city light bounced in through the window to rest across the bed, almost a spotlight for Dan's activity.

Dan continued sliding his hand along his hard cock, some sort of lubricant shining in the artificial light. The glimmering caught Darren's eye, and he felt himself hardening. His hand went involuntarily to his crotch, and he realized with a start that he was watching his friend...another man, for Christ's sake, do some-

"Oh God, Darren," interrupted his thoughts. He whipped his head around to spot Daniel again, afraid hed been caught, and even more aroused that when he found that he hadn't been. Dan, his best friend, jacking off right next door, pretending it was him? Fantasy after fantasy began spilling into Darren's head as he let his fingernails scrape along his turgid shaft before continuing his stroking.

Daniel's hips were rising to meet his rhythm now, toes curling and the muscles in his thighs straining as his knees came up to spread his legs farther. He added a second hand, slowly inserting his index finger into his hole, moaning at the contact.

Darren bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep in his sighs. Those breathy moans that felt so right on stage would definitally alert his friend now. The heat in his abdomen swiftly turned into a fire as he watched Daniel begin his acent.

Seconds later Daniel's body gave one last sharp jolt and he spilled his seed all over the hotel comforter. It was all Darren needed to cum all over his hand. He let out a strangled moan and let his head thunk against the wall.

Silence. Then:

"Darren?"

Daniel was sitting up, one lanky leg sprawled out, the other crooked at the knee. Darren didn't say anything, held his breath.

"Dazza? Happy Birthday."

Darren broke into a grin and pulled the door back.

"Anything left to unwrap, Dan?"