Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

We Meet Again	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2076 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Disclaimer: I own some Savage Garden CDs and some DVDs. Other than that, I don’t have any claim to Darren or Daniel. No harm intended.
A/N: Dedicated to Sara, for all her inspiration and encouragement.

We Meet Again – pt 15

Returning from the shopping trip, Darren frowned as he steered the car toward Daniel’s house.

A news van was parked on the side of the road, and two of Colin’s men stood at the entrance of the driveway, observing casually. A reporter with a microphone stood outside the van, with a couple of what appeared to be, technicians.

‘What now? Should I stop? Should I make a statement? Should I see what they want?’

‘They want to pry, obviously. Why else would they be here?’

Darren chewed on his lower lip as his nervous fingers worried the steering wheel. Two words came to mind, as both reporter, and security began to approach.

Ice Cream.

Darren snorted, then shook his head as he took his foot off the brake and began slowly moving forward. As the reporter’s frantic tones gained clarity, Darren rolled the windows up. The reporter reached out, put his hand on the door handle, and Darren silently thanked God that he’d had the foresight to buy a vehicle with automatically locking doors. He continued moving forward at a snail’s pace, while the security people pried the reporter’s hand free from his car. As they pulled the man back he sped up slightly, feeling the car jump forward under him.

Turning into the driveway, he glanced in his rearview mirror and saw morcuricurity people moving to secure the entrance behind him.

Darren parked his car, shut off the engine, then collapsed back against his seat; shaking suddenly as an icy shiver ran down his spine. A sudden deep gasp for breath. Why was he shaking? It was just the press. How many times had he faced them before?

Just people. Curious people. Wanting answers ad nad no right or need to give yet. He’d shout it from the mountais whs when
Daniel was ready, though. That thought brought a smile of happiness to his face, replacing his earlier frown.

“Ice Cream!”

Darren unfastened his seatbelt, jumped out of his BMW X5, and hurried to the back. Popping the back door, he quickly located the bag with the ice cream and hurried inside.

“Darren?”

“Just me, Jonesy!” He called toward the sound of Daniel’s voice, but continued toward the kitchen.

“Need any help?”

Darren turned toward Daniel as he closed the freezer.

“Actually, yes I do. But there’s a news van outside. I’ll get the bags, and you can put them away. Just like we agreed.”

Daniel nodded, and Darren smiled.

Five minutes later, Darren ran the back of his hand across his forehead.

“Whew. Finished.”

“You went a little crazy, Daz.” Daniel nodded toward the counter.

Three jars of strawberry jam, four cans of whipped cream, and four bottles of chocolate syrup.

“Well… it’s your fault.”

“Oh?” Dan smirked and tilted his head.

Darren walked to where Daniel stood, holding a quart of strawberries in each hand.

He stopped in front of Daniel, between his outstretched arms.

Slowly licked his lips.

“The whole time I was in the store,” he spoke slowly.

“All I could think of,” spoke clearly.

“Was you,” kept his voice low.

“Licking me.”

He smiled inwardly as Daniel’s smirk was slowly replaced by a look of desire, and his lips parted slightly. Darren slowly ran his tongue over his lips again, before continuing.

“I thought maybe later,” he leaned in just a bit, “we might see,” a bit closer.

He looked at Daniel with his eyes half closed.

“Which one tastes best.”

He fluttered his eyelashes seductively as he leaned close enough for Daniel to feel his hot breath, yet not close enough to touch.

A slight whimper escaped Daniel’s still parted lips.

“What do you think?” Darren whispered roughly, then ran his tongue lightly over Daniel’s lips.

Daniel instinctively melted into the delicate caress, his lips crushing Darren’s as his arms pulled the other
man in.

The strawberries fell to the floor as Daniel’s right hand went to the back of Darren’s head, and his left tightly squeezed his ass. Dan whimpered again as Darren broke the kiss.

“So, I take it you’re not interested,” Darren said with a perfectly straight face, head still tilted, and one eyebrow raised.

“Cheeky sod,” Daniel mumbled, trying to look offended.

Darren gave him a quick kiss, running his right hand up and down Daniel’s arm.

“I need to make a call,” he looked at the floor. “And you’d better get my strawberries picked up.”

Darren stepped away from Daniel, careful not to step on any of the berries that had rolled free.

“And if I don’t?”

Darren’s gaze met Daniel’s cheeky grin.

“I might have to punish you,” Darren’s brow rose in promise of threat this time.

Daniel’s jaw fell as he groaned.

“Promise?” His low voice pleaded.

Outside, Darren’s gaze was steady, but inside his mind was screaming.

‘Oh my… did he say that? Does he mean it? Is he ready?’

Darren cleared his throat, and nodded toward the floor again.

“Only if you pick up the strawberries.”

He winked then, giving Daniel another cheeky grin before he left the room. Walking over to the phone, Darren looked at the piece of paper Ms. Mauldin had given him. What if it went to someone that was in partnership with her?

‘God, Darren… you are paranoid. Get real.’

He picked up the phone book, and flipped through the school listings. Ran his finger down the page. Boonah State School. He checked his watch. Too late. And tomorrow was their appointment with Paul. Well, he’d just have to get up early and call the school. He wrote the number down on the slip of paper.

‘I guess I could call hospital administration.’

He opened the phone book again, located Prince Charles Hospital, and carefully compared all the listed numbers to the number she had given him.

‘There… admittance… I wonder how much information they will give me if I don’t identify myself?’

He picked up the receiver and dialed the number.

“…Prince Charles Hospital, how may I help you?…”

“Um… how do I find out if someone has been admitted, please?”

“…Are you family, sir?…”

“No, I’m not… A friend told me my… friend had been admitted, and I’m just trying to find out if it’s true, of if they’re playing some sort of sick joke.”

“…Name please?…”

“Mine? Or the patient’s?”

“…The patient, please…”

“Natalie Walker.”

“…Just a minute, please…”

The operator, or whoever, put him on hold, and he chuckled. Affirmation… Musak style… ‘Really does nothing for the tune…’ he chuckled again.

“…Hello, sir?…”

“Yes?”

“…She is a patient here… Visitioursours for friends are 5PM to 8PM…”

Darren’s mind raced. He had to sound credible. “Oh my god. Is she okay?”

“…Her condition is stable. You’ll have to talk to her family for any further information…”

“Yes. Of course. Thank you so much for your help.”

“…You’re welcome, sir…”

‘She could still be a reporter. I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.’

“Danny!” Darren shrieked as Daniel suddenly wrapped his arms around him.

“The groceries are all put away.” Daniel rubbed his nose through Darren’s hair.

“And the strawberries have been picked up and rinsed,” he rubbed his right cheek against Darren’s left.

“And I’m ready for my punishment.”

Darren felt the hardness as Daniel rubbed himself against his buttocks.

“Are you sure, Danny?” Darren was suddenly hesitant. He had said it in jest.

And remembering there was still unknown history with Michelle, he was worried how Daniel might react. In response, Daniel moaned and sucked on the lobe of Darren’s left ear. Lowered his right hand and began teasing Darren’s left nipple through the cloth of his
shirt.

“Oh, god…” Darren’s knees nearly buckled.

“Um, ahh, okay… Go upstairs and strip!” Darren ordered harshly. “I—I’ll be up in a minute…”

Daniel nipped his neck playfully, then kissed his lips passionately. “Please don’t be long…”

Darren took a couple of deep breaths as he watched Daniel saunter out, hips swaying seductively. He swallowed, then went out to the kitchen, trying to formulate just what he would do to Daniel.

When Darren entered the bedroom he paused to drink in the sight of Daniel reclining on the bed. His arms were over his head, elbows bent, his hands tucked under his pillow. His left knee was bent, allowing his foot to rest flat on the bed. He couldn’t help
but lick his lips at the vision, and he allowed himself a small smile when he saw Daniel’s arousal.

Putting the bag he’d brought on the dresser, he moved to the closet. The slight shriek of hangers sliding over the bar in the closet was followed by Darren turning toward Daniel, a cloth bathrobe tie in his hands. He walked to the bed slowly, unsure in spite of Daniel’s earlier actions. Sitting on the side of the bed, near Daniel’s head, he kissed his forehead.

“Are you sure, Danny? I mean… you know Paul told me…”

He saw a flicker of fear, but the desire in Daniel’s eyes quickly overpowered it.

Daniel picked up Darren’s right hand, and brought it to his lips.

“Yes, Dazza. I’m sure.”

Darren ran the tie through the elliptical hole that was part of the design of the headboard, tied one end around Daniel’s left hand, the other end around his right hand; then he adjusted both ends until Daniel’s hands were firmly, yet gently restrained above his head.

“Are you okay?”

Daniel smiled gently.

“I’m fine, Dazza.”

Darren’s right hand began tracing lazy patterns across his lover’s chest, as he bent forward to ravish Daniel’s lips.

Daniel moaned and twitched, his automatic need to embrace Darren stymied by his restraints.

Breaking the kiss, both gasped for breath.

Wide, lust darkened eyes followed the movement of Darren’s right hand as the tips of his fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of Daniel’s inner thigh.

“Please, Dazza… please touch me there…”

But Darren’s fingers continued down to his knee, then up the other side, completely ignoring the throbbing hardness between his legs.

Daniel nearly sobbed with frustration.

“Are you still certain?” Darren’s voice barely a whisper in his ear.

“Yes… please… yes…” Daniel muttered thickly.

Darren stood up then, and walked back to the dresser. Picking up the bag he’d brought, he walked back to the bed, and set the bag on the nightstand. It crackled as he opened it.

Daniel watched curiously.

Strawberry jam and whipped cream.

Daniel threw his head back and moaned.

Then Darren reached back in, took out a small bag, and placed it on Daniel’s groin.

“Shit, Daz! That’s cold!”

Darren grinned evilly. “I told you I was going to punish you…”

He waited a bit, watching Daniel squirm and curse. Replacing the bag if it slid off.

Finally Daniel collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily from his wasted efforts to dislodge the cold.

Darren kissed his forehead, then opened the bottle of jam.

Daniel tried to ignore the cold pooling on his groin, by watching Darren.

After setting the lid of the jar on the nightstand, Darren dipped his index finger into the jam, and slowly drew it out.

With a smile that wasn’t quite as evil, he held his finger out to Daniel.

‘Anything to forget the cold…’ Daniel had to strain a bit, but Darren’s finger tasted so good.

When he began to slide his finger in and out of Daniel’s mouth, Daniel couldn’t stop the fervent moan.

‘God, he’s going to drive me insane…’

Finally Darren pulled his hand back, and dipped his finger in the jar again.

Took a big glob. Rubbed it over Daniel’s left nipple.

“Oh…god…” he pushed his head back into the pillow as his arms strained, and his hips jd.
d.

The heat rushing to his groin became a bizarre contradiction to the cold still settled there.

Another glob. And now his body twitched as his right nipple was covered.

A line down the center of his chest. Filling the center of his navel.

He couldn’t feel the cold anymore.

Darren set the jam aside.

“I’ve got a craving for strawberry shortcake.” He commented absently as he picked up the can of whipped cream, shot, at, and began to spray it over Daniel’s torso.

‘Oh, god…’

Daniel tossed his head side to side. Hissed as the cold cream covered his heated groin, chilling him once again The Then Darren squirted some of the cream into the palm of his hand, and gently smeared it over Daniel’s face.

Daniel groaned, panted, and trembled like a caged animal.

“Dazza… I need you… please….”

Darren smiled at his handiwork. Daniel’s arousal was already fighting the second chilling. He cleared his throat to get Daniel’s attention, and gasped at the need burning in his emerald eyes. Swallowed dryly, and slowly began to remove his clothes. At
least he’d meant to be slow. But his own need was beginning to rage, so he was quicker with his pants and boxers.

Daniel whimpered at the sight of him, and he bit his lip at the sensual sound. Careful not to touch him, Darren climbed onto the bed, and then began to lick the cream off Daniel’s face.

Daniel moaned… twitched… groaned… quivered with each lap of Darren’s tongue.

When Darren reached his lips, his own body trembled from the growl that escaped Daniel’s throat as they kissed deeply, passionately. Moving his lips downward, Darren began on his ‘Daniel shortcake’.

Daniel knew he would pass out soon if Darren continued his ‘torture’, wanted to tell him, curse him, something…

But all he could do was exist, as Darren’s sensual tongue drove him higher and higher from reality. Took him to heights he’d never imagined reaching with… Michelle…

For just a moment he flinched. Darren’s tongue stopped, as his bright sapphire eyes turned toward his own green eyes.

“Danny?”

He heard the hesitancy.

Tried to tell Darren it was okay. He was okay. But his brain was finding it too hard to form wor Fin Finally he managed to thrust his hips towards Darren. Was rewarded by Darren’s sweet smile before he lost sight of the blue eyes, and cried out at the tongue devouring the jam and cream in his navel.

Darren had been worried when Danny flinched. Wondered if he’d gone too far. But when he’d practically pushed his groin into Darren’s face, he knew Daniel was going to be okay. He also knew, by the way Daniel was moaning senselessly that he was reaching his limit. Tossing the nearly melted bag of ice aside, Darren used the whipped cream for lube; began to prepare Daniel.

Daniel arched his back, and cursed; but Darren knew he was not meant to stop.

Then he used some of the cream on himself, and moved to position himself between Daniel’s legs.

el pel panted raggedly, as his head moved to keep Darren in his blurred view.

‘God I wish I could touch him!’

He strained his arms, whimpered and moaned as Darren filled him. Began moving over him.

Darren watched as Daniel’s gaze followed him. His eyes so dark with need that Darren wondered if he could actually see him.

“Oh, Danny…. You feel so good…. I love you so much…”

Watched Daniel’s need to touch him, as he fought the restraints. Soft as it was, Darren could see that his wrists were beginning to chafe. He’d have to take care of that later.

They moved together, and too soon Darren knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Come with me, Danny… come with me,” his voice deep with passion.

Daniel came, screaming incoherently as he convulsed with the strength of his orgasm. Darren’s body shuddered at almost the same moment, and he called Daniel’s name, as the universe seemed to explode behind his closed eyes. He collapsed on Daniel’s sticky, sweaty body; and it was long minutes before he came back down to earth. Moments longer before he could reach up and
release the restraints from Daniel’s wrists.

Daniel moaned to consciousness as Darren slowly eased his arms down, and began rubbing them to restore proper circulation.

“Danny, wha—?” Darren gasped as Daniel’s arms pulled him in for yet another bruising kiss.

He realized then that Daniel was crying, and he struggled in Daniel’s grasp to bring a hand to his face. Gently wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“Danny?”

“Thank you, Darren. Thank you… that’s all.”

He kissed Danny’s tears. Waited.

“I—it was—Michelle… Just… Oh, Dazza, thank you.”

Darren pulled Daniel into his embrace then. Kissing him, hugging him, murmuring reassurances. Somehow realizing that Daniel had passed yet another hurdle on the road back to him.

…tbc…
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

We Meet Again