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So Beautiful	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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We sat on the sofa, watching the U.S. Presidential Inauguration, eating Chinese takeaway out of little white cardboard cartons. I couldn’t help but feel emotional. I’m the son of an immigrant. My mum would’ve loved this! I rolled my eyes at Darren as he belched. I got up to throw our empty cartons in the rubbish, and returned with our cups of freshly-brewed Chinese tea. Love the stuff! Darren stretched his legs out and plopped his bare feet in my lap. I studied them over the rim of my tea cup, and we smiled at one another.

“Rich...”, he whinges in his most convincing voice.

I know precisely what he wants. I’m just going to make him ask for it.

“Rub my feet?”
“Can I, or will I?”, I tease back.

He sticks out his lower lip and pouts. I reach out a finger and push it back in, giggling. I put down my cup and pick up one of his cute little feet. He smiles happily. The sequence of events that followed was completely spontaneous and unplanned, and might just rank as the single most erotic thing we’ve ever done. Just thinking about it...ooh. So I’m rubbing his foot, and he’s groaning. I swear I wasn’t trying to get him aroused. It just happened. I must’ve hit that little spot on his foot, because his head fell back.

“Mmm...right there. You’re giving me an erection.”
“Do you want me to stop, Darren?”
“No, keep going. The other foot too.”

I’m watching his face as I rub both feet, kneading those spots with my thumbs.

“Ooh, Rich...(gasp).”

He unzips his jeans and touches himself. I’m intrigued. I lick my lips. I feel like a voyeur, watching him, but what a turn-on! He slides over to let me lie beside him. I touch his chest, and then kiss him passionately.

“You like this?”, he whispers.
“Hmm yeah.”
“It doesn’t turn you off?”
“Are you joking? I find it terribly sexy. Keep going. I want to watch you.”

I help him take his shirt off. I’d pounce on him, if I weren’t completely mesmerized by the sight of him touching himself. I look into his eyes, my heart racing. He’s fondling his chest with one hand, and stroking himself with the other. My own cock is twitching with desire.

“What would you have me do, Darren?”

He squirms out of his jeans.

“I want your fingers inside me.”

His eyes are pleading. I put my fingers in my mouth to wet them, and then gently ease them into him. He gasps, and his head falls back.

“Right there! God, Richard!”

He’s breathing hard as I stimulate his prostate with two fingers. I’m dying to lick the pearly drop leaking from him. I can just imagine how this feels for him.

“Are you hard too, Rich?”

I nod.

“Show me. Touch yourself.”

For just a split second, I’m embarrassed, but he started this, and he’s got me horny beyond belief! I’ve got two fingers from my right hand inside him, and although it feels awkward to touch myself with my left hand, it feels good at the same time. I shiver. He doesn’t say anything. He increases the pace and closes his eyes. His breathing is ragged, and he comes with a shudder, and a long groan. God, I’m aching! The sight nearly undoes me. He slowly opens his eyes. I kiss him, looking deep into his eyes. We giggle. I gently withdraw my fingers from him. He’s all sticky.

“Be right back.”

He cleans himself up and comes back with a towel, and lies beside me on the sofa.

“Go on, Rich. I wanna watch you.”

I’ve never done this in front of him before. I feel a bit self-conscious.

“I feel weird doing this in front of you.”
“I think it’s sexy as hell. Want me to help you?”

I nod and let go.

“No, you do it. I’m just helping.”
“Darren...I’m gonna burst. Please, Luv.”
“What would you like?”
“Lick it...ohh...(gasp) yeah...Lick it...More (gasp)...Gonna come...Darren!!!”

That last little flutter of his tongue did it. I exploded, moaning loudly, and he caught most of it on his tongue, and licked the rest off me. I couldn’t stop shaking. Instantly, his arms were around me as I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I was deep in thought, and I think he knew I needed a moment or two of quiet to process this. There’s a deeper meaning to it that I needed to sort out. On the surface, we jacked off in front of each other, but looking beyond that, we did something in front of each other that most people do alone and in private. That implies a deep level of trust. We felt safe enough with each other to let each other witness something incredibly personal. Wow. That’s deep. I open my eyes and meet his. He smiles, stroking my hair.

“You alright, Rich?”

I nod.

“You don’t have to say anything. I think I know what you’re thinking, and I agree.”
“What am I thinking, Darren?”
“That what we did was incredibly deep, because it shows how safe we feel with each other, and how deep the level of trust is between us. Am I right?”
“Spot on.”

It was too early in the evening for bed, and for once, I was relaxed, but not drowsy.

“I think I’d fancy a soak in the hot tub. Join me?”

He says nothing, but we stand up, and he takes my hand.

“Wait a second. Gotta get some music to play.”

I pick out an old favourite CD, and once we’re in the hot tub, I pull him onto my lap and hold him close. There were no words; we didn’t need any. We just closed our eyes and kissed for the longest time. What we had just shared had us feeling very close to each other.

The image is going to stay in my brain forever. Much to Darren’s glee, I get an erection pretty much every time I think about it, which has resulted in my getting frisky with him, seemingly out of the blue, on several occasions. (laughs) Can I help it if the man turns me on? What, I shouldn’t find my lover sexually arousing? He’s not complaining!

About every 20 years or so, London gets a significant snowstorm. I guess we were overdue. When the Weather Channel started talking snow for London, Darren’s eyes lit up. Having grown up in Australia, he’s never experienced a major snowstorm. Everyone started freaking out, and made a mad dash to the grocery store. We waited for the initial panic to subside before doing our marketing. The storm hit Sunday night. Darren was peering out the window every so often, watching for the first snowflake to fall, like a child waiting for Father Christmas. I went to bed around 11, which is pretty early for me, because I knew Darren would wake me up once the snow started falling. He was lying beside me, but I knew he was too excited to sleep. He kept going to the window, peering out between the blinds.

Around 2 AM, he whispered to me, “Rich? Can you hear me?”

I groaned.

“It’s snowing!”
“Good.”

I rolled over and pulled the pillow over my head. I felt his arms around me, and his breath in my ear.

“I love you, Baby.”
“Love you too. Go to sleep, Darren.”
“Aw come on, Rich! Don’t you wanna go out and play in it?”
“No.”
Party pooper!”
“Piss off and let me sleep!”
“Fine then!”

He rolled over and turned his back to me with a snort, yanking the covers off me and hogging them all for himself. Now I’m getting annoyed.

“Don’t be a wanker, Darren!”

I steal back the covers. I’ll get him in the morning for pestering me tonight, but (yawn) now I just wanna sleep. Eventually I drifted back off. He waited until I was snoring, and stole out of our bedroom, taking the dog with him. Apparently, he’d gotten dressed, and they went outside in the snow. I never heard him leave the house. I didn’t wake up until he started lobbing snowballs at the bedroom window. I was not happy.

“Gonna kill the little fucker!”

I grumpily threw off the covers and went to the window. He and the dog are playing in about 12 inches of snow. I throw open the window.

“Darren! It’s four in the morning! What the bloody hell are you doing out there?!”
“Come on out, Rich. It’s beautiful.”

I roll my eyes. Of all the men in the world, I married the one whose inner child knows no bounds.

And then I thought, “What better way to exact revenge than with a few well-aimed snowballs?”

I got dressed, and quietly went out the back door before he knew I was there. Quickly, I formed two snowballs, and snuck up on him. Just as the dog turned ‘round and growled, I let fly, right at Darren’s head. Bull’s- eye! My victory dance was short-lived as he returned fire. The neighbours must’ve thought we’d gone completely mad. I’d even brought the digital camera out (the little cheapie one, not the good one) to snap a few piccies of my boys romping about in the snow. Darren stood in the empty street at 4 AM, marveling in wide-eyed wonder at the virgin snow blanketing everything. It really was a lovely sight. I noticed, with some concern, that he was looking a bit run-down.

“Are you feeling alright, Luv?”
“I dunno, Rich. I’ve felt a bit... ‘blah’ the past few days. Why, do I look it?”
“I’d hate to see you fall ill, especially with that trip coming up.”
“Yeah, I guess we should go inside now.”

I persuaded them both to come back in the house. First order of business: drying off the wet dog. I wrapped him in a fluffy towel; one of the old ones we use for drying him after a bath, and bade him lie down in his bed. I turned on the portable heater a few feet away. I don’t want anything catching fire; I just want to warm him up. Darren and I left our boots and jackets in the wash room, and changed into dry sleep-pants. I went back downstairs to turn off the space heater, and made sure the doors were locked. The dog was nearly dry. He grabbed one of his stuffed toys and ran upstairs. When I came back upstairs, Darren was putting socks on. Hang on. Darren? Wearing socks to bed? He NEVER does that.

“Luv?”
“I’m cold, Rich.”

Now I know he’s coming down with something. He’s never cold.

“Your face is flushed, Darren. Come here.”

I feel his forehead. Slightly warm.

“I don’t like this. I think you’ve fallen ill.”
“Do you think it’s from being out in the snow?”
“You can’t get sick from the cold. It takes germs, and it wouldn’t come on this quickly. This must have been brewing for a few days, Luv.”

We get back into bed, and I snuggle close to him.

“I’m sorry I woke you up, Rich. Still mad at me?”

I shake my head.

“No, I’m not mad at you. I’m concerned that you’re not feeling well. I’ll take care of you.”

We slept in late, and by the time we got up, it had stopped snowing. School was called off, and the street was filled with children playing. I set Darren up on the couch with comfy pillows, his favourite Star Wars duvet, and a box of tissues. I was in my office working, but I checked on him every so often. I wanted him to rest, so he got over it as quickly as possible. He’s doing a private show in Russia this weekend, and I’m going too. I’ve never been, so I really hope he doesn’t have to cancel.

Fortunately, he didn’t. He rested up and took his medicine, so his voice was in good form for the show. It was great to see him perform again. We found this little art gallery, not far from our hotel. I bought a replica of this painting that had me mesmerized. No idea who the artist was. It was sort of...abstract, I guess, but I loved the colours, and the way they flowed into each other. On some level, I think it reminded me of our “Darrichard” concept. I hung it up in my office, on the wall facing my desk. Darren is currently in the creative state I refer to as “idea-banking”.
He’s collecting his thoughts before he begins the writing process for his next recording project. He says he has exhausted the process of exploring his past, and is now happy to live in the present, so I’m sure this next batch of songs will reflect that. He has assured me that it won’t be all goopy love songs, but there will be relationship themes explored. I jokingly told him he’d better get someone handsome to play me in his videos.

His comeback was “I’ll see if George Clooney is available.”

I know he’s joking, but I’m secretly chuffed that he even said it.

“But you know I think you’re much cuter than he is.”
“Uh huh. Sure you do, Darren.”
“I do!”, he laughs, as he pulls me into his arms.

After the kiss he gave me just then, I think I believe him.
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