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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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Okay, I’ll admit it: I’ve got a goofy habit of taking spontaneous pictures of Darren, particularly when he’s happy or relaxed. Or sleeping. Or seconds after sex; just so I can have a permanent record of his beautiful face in these moments. The last one I took, the one that he put on Myspace, was just after the “Strawberry Waffle Shag”. I was still on my knees when I snapped it. He actually had to hold his breath for a second, because he was still panting pretty hard. (giggles) Some of the photos we’ve taken will never see the light of day. Not that he’s naked or anything, but the moments are just too personal. Like the one of us snuggled up in bed together, cheek-to-cheek. He took that one with his mobile. And most of the ones of him with no shirt on. Those are mine, all mine! Muahahaha!

He looks positively yummy since he’s gone back to working out after New Year’s. (sigh) Ooh, I love it when his chest is all tight and defined! Huge turn-on for me. And his arse has always looked great in jeans. Ask his fans, they’ll tell you. (smiles)

Do I sound a bit obsessed with Darren’s body? Maybe I am, but no more so than any of his other fans. After all, I’m the one that gets to cuddle it every day. I know every scar and beauty mark on him. I should; I’ve fallen asleep counting his beauty marks.

He recently had me create the marquis for his 2009 New Year’s Eve show. After we sat down and sketched out what he wanted, I asked him to give me one uninterrupted hour, and I’d have it ready for him. He doesn’t need to know that it only took me about 15 minutes to create it, and that I spent the rest of the time ordering his birthday presents online. (smiles) Sneaky little shit, aren’t I?

We went to my sister’s for Easter, where I brought chocolate molds and gave everyone a lesson in chocolate bunny-making. Never mind my nieces and nephews; Darren definitely had the most fun at the egg hunt!

I suspect that what he, Steve and Justin have been working on really isn’t songs for other artists at all, but I’ll let Darren tell me when he’s ready. Oh, he’s dying for me to beg, whinge and plead, and act hurt that he’s being secretive, but I’m deliberately not giving him the satisfaction. He’s not the only one that knows how to play mind games. Besides, I know him too well. He’s too attached to these new songs for them not to be his. And I know full well he’d never give away songs about my family. Let him think he’s being clever. I’ve already got the visuals halfway done for a song I’ve never heard.

Have you noticed how Darren loves to drop the F-bomb lately? I mean, he’s always loved that word, but studies have shown that when someone uses a particular swear word more than others, it says something about their state of mind. So what do I think it says about Darren? Well (laughs) he’s got sex-on-the-brain, for one. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you. The other thing is that he cares a lot less about what other people think than he used to; and he’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants. Look, now he’s got me saying it. (laughs) Some things still bother him, or at the very least, get on his nerves, but he’s quicker to just say “Fuck it!”, and let it go, instead of letting it eat at him, or go on a rant. As the one who’s had to listen to his rants until he’s blue in the face, and I’m glazed-eyed, I much prefer the F-bomb.

I recently saw a picture of him on his website that someone posted, where he had the microphone practically in his mouth. I’ll admit, I felt a bit tingly at that one. I was unloading the dishwasher, and he was on his laptop at the kitchen table, checking out the latest posts on his forums. I caught a glimpse of it over his shoulder as I crossed the kitchen floor, my arms full of drinking glasses to be put away. I stopped and sniggered. He looked at me and smiled.

“What? This one?”

“Did the mike thank you for the blow job?”

He laughs.

“It is pretty suggestive, isn’t it?”

“Got a rise out of me.”

His eyes go immediately to my crotch, and he winks. I didn’t push the issue at the time, but he brought it back up, so to speak, this morning.
I was in bed, almost awake, and he came back in after his dog-walk, his kisses tasting distinctly of Starbucks.

“Let me guess. Venti decaf Americano, and a chocolate chip muffin as big as your head, no?”

He nuzzles my neck.

“Ooh, you’re good.”

I smile and snuggle into his embrace, my eyes still closed.

“I meant to ask you, Rich...about that picture...”

“Which picture?”

“The microphone one. Were you just winding me up, or did it really turn you on?”

I giggle.

“Well...I didn’t get an erection or anything, but mentally, I found it arousing. (yawn) Does that answer your question?”

“And you found it arousing because...?”

“Because it made me think about the awesome blow jobs you give me. The way you get your mouth so tight around me, and how good that feels.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I open my eyes. He’s inches from my face, and I close the distance and kiss him. His hand slides up my shirt to glide over my skin. I kiss him harder, and his hand disappears down my shorts. I arch my back and moan at his touch.

“Mmm yeah...more, Darren.”

He whispers in my ear: “Wanna come in my mouth?”

My eyes darken, and I feel this sudden rush of heat up my spine. He pulls the covers back.

“I love doing you in the morning.”

We shift so he’s on his stomach, sliding down my body, kissing and licking as he goes. My fingers are laced though his hair. He keeps looking up at me, smiling, as he helps me out of my shorts. Then he did something I don’t remember him ever doing before, but I know I’ve done it to him: he gently stroked the back of my knee with his fingertips. I gasped.

“You like that?”, he whispers.

“Mmm...”

He picked my leg up over his shoulder and kissed the back of my knee before working toward my inner thigh. God, he gets and A++ for foreplay! Just feeling his breath on my skin is making me crazy!
He keeps this up and I won’t last five minutes. Since this is my favorite form of sex, or top 3 at least, I really must control myself long enough to enjoy it.

“Darren, wait.”

He stops.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just...I’m getting too excited too quickly. Let me collect myself for a moment.”

He smiles and pulls me into his arms. We switch to kissing for a few minutes, and he feels me pulling his hips closer to mine. Anything for more contact there. He kisses my forehead.

“Ready, Sweetheart?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready, Darren.”

He slides back down the bed.

“Yeah, you’re getting all sticky. I wanna taste it.”

“(gasp) Mmm yeah...suck it, Darren...oh God...”

I can’t help myself from thrusting into his mouth ever so slightly. This feels incredible. My head is spinning. He holds still and lets me move.

“Oh God, yes, Darren...just like that...”

I lie back and close my eyes, and he takes over.

“Come on Rich, give it to me. I wanna hear ya.”

He’s humming as he does me. My head falls back.

“Oh fuck...Darren...”

As soon as I feel his fingers brushing over me back there, I lose it. He feels my grip on his shoulder tighten just before I explode in his mouth.

“Ohhh Darren...don’t stop...mmm yeah...you’re so good...oh yeah...”

I’m breathing hard, squirming all over the place, and he lays beside me. I turn to him, and he opens his arms and pulls me close. My head is resting on his chest, my favorite pillow. He can feel my heart pounding against his. He smiles warmly.

“Your little heart is beating so fast, Beautiful Boy.”

“Hmm...”

He kisses my forehead.

“I love you Richard. Forever.”

I snuggle in his embrace.

“Love you too,” is all I can manage to squeeze out in my current state.

He knows better than to try and initiate a conversation with me right after I’ve just had an earth-shattering orgasm. Something about my inability to speak after sex has always amused him, but it’s the one time when my brain truly relinquishes control and lets my body take over. I need time to recover, whilst he of boundless energy can just jump up without missing a beat. He holds me and smiles, running his fingers through my hair.

I’m drifting; not asleep, but not fully coherent either. He considers it a testament to his lovemaking skills that he renders me speechless almost every time. If it makes him happy to believe that, so be it. The longer I say nothing, the better he thinks he did. If it really was true, would the fact that he just keeps chattering away mean that I’m rubbish? I think not. He does at least blink when he’s having an orgasm, even if his brain doesn’t totally shut off. (laughs)

Anyhow...it was the first really warm day of spring, and we spent it outdoors, mostly lying about in the hammock. Tomorrow, he’s leaving for Stockholm, and I’ve been asked by an old mate of mine to work with a group of university students who are making a mini-documentary. I’ve got to be downtown at 8 AM, so I’ll be leaving before Darren does. I mean, it’s spring, the weather’s getting nicer, and we’re both working. It’s all good, right?
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