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Darren and Richard	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1741 -:- 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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When I woke up next morning, D was on the balcony with his coffee cup. I made myself a cup of tea and joined him.

“Morning, Luv.”
“Good morning. Are you feeling better today?”
“Much better, thanks.”
“I’ll make it up to you. I know you would’ve rather stayed in last night.”
“Forget it. I had a great time with the kids.”
“Still, I want to do something nice for you. Please let me?”

I smile.

“What did you have in mind, Darling?”
“Did I ever tell you I dated a massage therapist?”
“Male or female?”
“Does it matter? It was years before I met you.”
“And you’re telling me this because...?”
“Because I learned a technique from them that I’ve never tried on you, and I’d love to.”
“Oh. Exactly what are we talking about here?”
“I forget what it’s called, but it’s very relaxing. Very sensory.”
“Why have I never heard about this before, if it’s so good?”
“I came across the book while I was looking for something else in my bookcase.”
“Tell me about it.”
“They teach it to couples to enhance their closeness. It’s just a way of touching that awakens the senses. You’ve kind of done it to me a couple of times, now that I think about it.”
“I have?”
“You know how sometimes when you’re touching me, you brush your fingertips very lightly over my skin?”

I smile and move closer.

“I like touching you.”
“It’s kinda like that. You use a very light touch, and the recipient focuses on the sensations.”
“Sounds lovely. Tonight?”
“Yes. I’m not spending all day there. Just a few hours. Sure you won’t come too?”
“I’d feel funny. You go on. I might do some shopping.”

Darren went to lunch with Colby. I walked across the street to the strip mall, just to kill time. Then, I came back to the room and was lying on top of the covers, watching telly and reading. I guess I fell asleep, because a few hours later, D comes back to our room, and stands there, smiling at me. I swear I heard him say, “You are too cute!”, and take my glasses off, but I didn’t wake up. Not until he kissed me.

“Hi. When did you get back?”
“Just now. You looked so peaceful.”
“I think I was dreaming about you.”
“Was I good?”
(yawn) “Aren’t you always?”

He laughs.

“How was lunch?”
“Good. I got to see the dogs. Colby’s getting married in December.”
“Oh? Does that bother you?”
“No, I’m happy she met someone. She deserves to be happy.”

I turn toward him.

“Did you want to do anything special today?”
“Nah, let’s just relax. Tracey’s asked us to dinner tomorrow.”
“Come lie next to me?”
“Can I brush my teeth first?”
“Sure.”

I stick the bookmark back in my book and put it on the night stand.
I don’t remember falling asleep. I’d like to just curl up in Darren’s arms and close my eyes. He’s got the AC cranked up in here. I’m almost chilly.
I get under the covers. Better.

“You cold, Rich?”
“I won’t be if you come hold me.”
“How can I refuse such a tempting offer?”

He crawls under the covers beside me, and he’s leaning on his elbow, close to my face, smiling at me.

“What?”

He shakes his head.

“You like looking at me?”
“Love looking at you,” he whispers.
“Love touching you too”, he adds, as his fingers find their way to my scalp.
“So help me Darren, I’m going to purr!”

He giggles.

“You know what that does to me.”

I close my eyes and smile.

“If I were a dog...(yawn), my hind leg would be rotating wildly.”
“When I do this to Wally, he gets all glazed-eyed and sticks his tongue out.”
“Yeah he does, doesn’t he? It’s really relaxing. Is this part of that thing you were going to do to me?”
“Hmm.”
“Okay. I’ll just lie here and you can stroke whatever part of me you like. But I’m going to fall asleep. I’m so jet-lagged.”
“That’s okay,” he whispers, “Just relax, Richard. Just feel me touching you.”
“Mmm.”

I feel him stroking my forehead. It almost tickles. Trying not to giggle as he runs a finger over my eyebrow. I open the other eye and look at him. He starts laughing first. Then I start.

“What?!”
“You’re tickling me! It feels all itchy-crawly. Like bugs on my face. Darren-don’t-you-dare!”

Too late. He digs a pointy finger into my collarbone.

“Quit that!”

I try to squirm away from him and manage to grab his hand and pull it off me.

“I thought you were trying to help me fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. You’re just so cute and cuddly.”

I roll my eyes.

“If you’re trying to relax me, use a firmer touch. That was too feathery. Too light. It tickled.”
“Can I try again?”

We look at each other, still giggling.

“Remember the first time you ever touched me?”

He scowls, trying to recall.

“The first time we met. You walked me to my car.”
“That’s right! That was our first kiss too.”
“Remember how you touched me then?”
“I think I did this, didn’t I?”
“Hmm.”
“And then I kissed you.”
“No, you asked me if you could kiss me.”
“But you let me.”
“I wanted you to. I was falling in love with you.”
“I was too. With you.”

We re-enact our first kiss, and wrap our arms around each other.

“Don’t stop this time,” I whisper.
“Okay. I won’t,” he whispers back, and deepens the kiss.
“Mmm. I wanted you so much at that moment, Darren.”
“I wanted you too, Richard. So much.”

More kissing.

“I was yours from that moment on.”
“I was yours too.”
“I don’t feel like sleeping anymore, Darren.”

All this whispering is making me incredibly horny. I’m still not letting him anywhere near my arse yet.

“What do you feel like doing?”
“You.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Are you still sore back there?”
“Some.”
“Would you like to do me? Or should I give you jelly beans?”

I smile.

“Let’s get in the shower.”
“Really? You wanna do it in there? Oh, but I forgot. The mere mention of ‘sex’ and ‘water’ in the same sentence has you pitching a tent in your trousers. Why does that turn you on so much, Richard?”

I smile and shrug.

“It just does. Why are your nipples so sensitive?”
“I dunno. They just are.”
He sings, “Some things you just don’t question.”

I laugh.

“Good, then shut up and get in the shower with me. I wanna feel the warm water running down our bodies as I make love to you. Mmm... I have this urge to...well, you’ll see. Come on.”

I persuade Darren to get in the shower with me at 3:15 in the afternoon. Hopefully most of the people in the surrounding rooms are out doing their tourist-y stuff, because we’re gonna make some noise. Holding both his hands, I lead him into the shower with a smile. We pull each other close and just close our eyes. I love it when the whole world fades away, and there’s only the two of us and our love for each other. We share a slow, sensual kiss. He steps back a bit, his eyes travel down my body, and he smiles.

“Don’t worry Luv, it’s there,” I joke.
“I know,” he whispers, “I felt it. I wanna feel it inside me.”
“Hand me the soap, Darren. And turn ‘round.”
“Huh? What are you doing, Richard? Ooh...yeah...”

He closes his eyes as I run my soapy fingers down the crack of his butt. Gotta make sure he’s clean back there before I go any further.

“Okay Luv, rinse off. I don’t want to taste soap.”

He grins as my words sink into his brain. I get on my knees behind him. Haven’t done this to him in a while. I just feel like it, because I know what it does to him.

“Let me hear you, Darren.”
“Mmm...Rich...”
“Yeah?”
“Feels good, Baby. Don’t stop.”

I do it harder. His head falls back. He’s squirming. I add my finger as well, in the one spot, with just enough pressure for him to feel it. He’s breathing hard. As soon as he feels it, his mouth drops open, and he gasps. He’s pushing back, wanting my tongue in him deeper.

“Oh God...more...”

I slide my finger into him instead, and turn it until I hit the magic spot. He practically jumps. I have to laugh.

“Leave my finger attached, Luv. Works better that way.”
“Sorry Rich, you just hit the spot inside me.”

This damned porcelain tub is killing my knees! I stand up behind him. Better.
Withdraw my finger slowly and replace it with ‘Little Richard’.

“Come on Rich, do me.”

I whisper to Darren as I penetrate slowly: “That’s it, Luv. Take it in.”

He turns to kiss me as we join together. I’m groaning, even as I kiss him. Just to be playful, he tightens his muscles around me and smiles, looking into my eyes.

“Ohh...Darren...”
“Yeah, you know you love it, Baby.”

I close my eyes and nod. Okay Rich, get control of yourself. I take a deep, but slightly shaky breath. It dawns on me that we have slightly different styles of..well...fucking, to put it plainly. He usually goes all the way in, and then pulls almost all the way out in long, fluid strokes. As it builds, he tends to thrust harder and deeper. I do it a bit differently. I tend to go all the way in, then pull back about halfway, and go shorter and faster. I get more friction on the sensitive spots that way, and I usually hit his prostate pretty directly that way too. As we get closer, I tend to slow down and prolong it, just to delay the explosion. But not this time.
We’re doing it kinda fast this time, both of us grunting and groaning as we move together, and I’m rapidly approaching the point of no return. I don’t want to stop. I feel it coming like a speeding freight train, and I just want to let it go this time. If I finish first, I’ll take care of him. I just don’t have it in me to hold back this time.

“It’s coming, Baby. Oh God...Darren!”

The hardest part about fucking standing up is trying to remain standing while you’re climaxing (laughs), without leaning on your partner so hard that you knock him over. He was bracing himself against the wall, but I just kind of staggered backwards and leaned against the back wall. He immediately turned around to watch. It excites him beyond words to watch me ejaculate. I think he feels it with me. Then he did the sweetest thing: He knelt in front of me and licked every drop off me. Well, the ones that splattered on my stomach. I didn’t want him to put his mouth on it after I’d just been up his arse. But since he hadn’t come yet, I knelt and finished him that way. He wanted me to back off him and let him finish it himself, and shoot it into my mouth. What the hell. I put my hand over his just to aim him in the right direction. If it reassures him that I love him that much, yes, I’ll do it. He’s moaning so loudly that I’m sure they’ve heard us clear down the hall. Who cares?! This is a bloody hotel. We’re not the first couple to get loud. Once he’s done, I lick it off him, and he helps me stand up. We smile at each other, both exhausted, and start laughing as we wrap our arms around each other.

“That was fucking fantastic, Richard!”
“Incredible, Darren. The water’s starting to get cold.”

So we rinse off and just get out and dive under the covers, still damp. So what? We want to cuddle while we’re both all tingly and glowing. We don’t even speak. We both feel so drowsy and satisfied. “Loved up”, he calls it. We slept for a few hours. That was the most restful sleep I’ve had since we’ve gotten here. I actually awoke before he did. Imagine that. I was hungry. I started looking through the room service menu. He woke up and threw his arm across me.

“Whatcha doin’, Darling?”
“I’m hungry.”
“What, Cream of Darren soup doesn’t fill you up?”
“Only when it’s injected.”
“I love you, Richard.”

I put the menu down and kiss him.

“Mmm...I love you too. What would you like to eat? And don’t say me. I haven’t got the energy right now.”
“You feel like Chinese?”
“Not on the menu.”
“I know. It’s across the street. We can walk over, or even bring it back here.”
“If we’re going to walk, we might as well just eat it there.”

So we threw some clothes on and stuffed our faces on lo mein noodles. Then we walked ‘round the hotel garden for a bit. I love flowers, and they had some beautiful ones. We’re talking about what to plant in our own garden this year. I have to find out what this flower is. I take a picture with my mobile. I’ll look it up online later. Maybe I’ll ask the landscaping guy. If he knows. (sigh) Life is good. Tomorrow, we’re going to make dinner for Tracey and the kids. She’ll take us to the market first.
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