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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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He cracks me up. Please tell me he didn’t just post to Twitter that he’s got people to lick the sweat off his balls. I thought I was the only one?! (laughs) Mind you, he’s two floors up, in his studio with Robert, and I’m in my office, checking my e-mail. What prompted this is that it’s hot as hell today, and he’s complaining loudly. You know the heat bothers him much more than it does me. I’m fine in a t-shirt and shorts. He’s in a tank top and still miserable. So I took a pic of myself with my mobile of me sticking my tongue out, and sent it to his mobile with the message to stick it down his shorts. I can hear them laughing from here. Hang on, he’s ringing me up.

“Yes Luv? Do you need me to come up there with a cool washcloth for your bollocks?”

He said no. More fun if I lick them. (rolls his eyes) (sigh) Darren, Darren, Darren...

I absolutely loved that “butt-in-Eminem’s face” stunt on MTV! Darren, Robert and I nearly pissed ourselves laughing. You should’ve seen Darren perving at Robert Pattinson. Whatever. Not my type. Now the blond guy who played the evil vampire...I wouldn’t mind a bit of that action.

After a few more hot days in London, I think Darren’s about to relent and have air conditioning installed in our house. It was his idea to hold off on it in the first place, but he complains non-stop. I think I’m just going to make a phone call and get someone out here to give us an estimate on the work. I don’t fancy listening to him bitch all summer. We can schedule it for when he’ll be out of town, so it doesn’t interfere with his working in the studio.

I’m staying out of their way up there. He’s such a perfectionist that he gets grumpy if they hit any little snag in the process. I’ve been working on a small website side-project all afternoon, and just finished, so now I’m going outside to tend to my gardens. Gotta change into my old crappy jeans first. Don’t want to dirty the new shorts Darren just bought me. Alright now...mobile, iPod, cool shades, garden tools. House keys. I love being outdoors. Yes, it’s a bit on the humid side today, but still beautiful. I’m ecstatic! I saw the beginnings of the first little yellow flower on one of my tomato plants! Woo hoo!

He’s making excellent progress on the new album, but after two weeks of nonstop work, his voice needs some rest, and we haven’t had much uninterrupted quality time together, so we’re taking a week off. Darren has declared today “Happy Love Day”. We’re giving each other our undivided attention. Long walks in the park together, lunch and dinner out, and an evening of snuggling up on the couch and watching telly. We’ve Tivo’d a bunch of shows that we haven’t had a chance to watch yet, so we’re catching up. During “Grey’s Anatomy”, he happened to remark that men in surgical scrubs are sexy. Oh really? Well, it just so happens that there’s a medical uniform store at the mall. I think tomorrow we’ll get a few pairs and play doctor. (winks) Besides, new magazines are out. Need to catch up on that as well.

We saw a couple of horror films this weekend. I thought they were lame, for the most part. He had screaming nightmares. Great, something else to keep him from sleeping at night. I try to maintain something of a normal schedule. No use in both of us being up at all hours unless necessary, right? Besides, I’ve never really had trouble sleeping the way Darren does. I’m tired, I sleep. Despite cutting out caffeine and sugar, he can’t seem to get his brain to shut off at night. I don’t know what to tell him. He’s seen numerous doctors about it.

Well, at least we both got some sleep last night. I came downstairs in dark blue scrubs. He practically tackled me. We got all frisky on the couch, and then took it upstairs and shared some lovin’ that can only be described as “scorching”. We kept it going for about 45 minutes. Long and slow, and we were both exhausted afterwards. Hey, there are worse ways to insure that my insomniac partner gets his rest than with a proper shag-a-thon, right? It’s all good.

Today he’s redeeming his spa gift certificate. That oughta relax him. He’s cooked us some awesome dinners this week. Tonight it’s my turn. We’ve had fish and steak already, so I’m doing chicken. Asian barbecue. If it’s raining by dinnertime, I’ll just grill it on the stove top. Hopefully it won’t be, because it tends to get a bit smoky when the fat drips off. Alright now, marinade’s done. Might as well see what else needs doing ‘round here. Washing? Yeah, I guess I could throw in a load. And I might as well surprise D by emptying the rubbish bins. He usually does it, but I need to get the bin to the curb before the truck comes ‘round. Let’s see how my veggies are doing out back. Coming along nicely. I’d best not tell him that there was a huge spider in the lounge. I captured it and put it outside. He’d want me to beat it to a pulp and flush it. And he’d probably have a nightmare that it was chasing him. Don’t tell Daddy, Wally. It’s our secret, yeah?

The tube strike is making a mess of downtown London. Darren really hates driving in all that traffic, but his choices are limited at the moment: drive himself, or take a cab. I do as much business electronically as I can, but I still have to get to the post office occasionally. Well, I can always have the parcels picked up if need be.

We decided to have a lie-in today, after tending to the dog’s needs, and having a bit of breakfast. We cuddled up in bed, all warm and drowsy. I loved feeling Darren all spooned around me.
“Rich?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you take your shorts off?”
I turned to face him.
“You want a shag now? I thought we were going back to sleep?”
“We are. I just want to feel your skin against mine.”
I shrug, and reach under the covers. He does the same, and two pairs of boxers are flung across the room. We giggle and return to our double-spoon position. He sighs. I place my hand over his.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The dog is already snoring in his bed next to ours. I had a strange dream: that Darren and I were teenagers, and I lost my virginity to him. He kept saying, “This is the beginning of forever.”
It was sweet. It occurred to me that I actually did think that when we first met. I had no doubt that we were soul-mates from the start. Not sure if I said anything aloud while I dreamt, but I was aware of Darren tightening his embrace around me. I snuggled into it. Wouldn’t it be cool if he was having the same dream? At the same time? I’ve heard of soul-mates doing that sometimes. The dream takes on an entity of its own, and you’re in it together, in some parallel dimension. Ooh, I could make a cool video about that! I’ll have to mention it to D later, when we both wake up.

Ignoring the world outside for a few hours was glorious. I woke up and just laid there, watching Darren sleep, feeling him breathe. I wonder where he is at the moment; what he’s dreaming about? I don’t think he’s having a nightmare, because he doesn’t appear agitated. No, I’d say he looks happy. Maybe it’s one of those “flying over San Francisco” dreams that he enjoys. I wonder if I’m in it? I smile as I watch his face, feeling a flood of love for the sweet, sensitive boy whose life I share.

He just left for the gym. After that he’s got a voice lesson, then he’ll be back to walk the dog. I’m taking my time getting going. Keep thinking about how sexy he is when he’s just been to the gym. I love that tight grey t-shirt he wears. It clings to him, especially when he’s sweaty...the little wet spot in the middle of his chest...the way his skin glows. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t go to the gym with him. He’d never get anything done, and people would look at me strangely for perving at him.
(looks down) See? I told you just thinking about him gets me excited. After being together as long as we have, you’d think my lust for him would’ve calmed down a bit, but no, I just want him more.
(sigh) Come on Richard, let’s go get in the shower.

I was in my office, editing the video footage I’d shot the other day. Wally was at my feet, lying down, facing the door. No doubt he was waiting for his Daddy. He’s Darren’s boy. I’m chopped liver.

Once Darren came home, and took the dog to the park, he decided to go on a cleaning spree, since company is coming. I stayed out of his way. Any time I try to help, we start fussing at each other, because I ‘don’t do it right’, according to him. He just ends up re-doing my good intentions. I’ll just clean up my office according to MY standards, which basically means I throw out the empty bottles and wrappers lying about, and take out the rubbish. So what that I’ve got notes everywhere? That’s how I work. I get an idea, I write it down. On the first piece of paper I can find. I stick post-it notes everywhere. My thoughts don’t always come in paragraph form. I stay out of his creative space, and he stays out of mine. That’s the deal. The times that he’s been away and gotten home before I’ve had a chance to pick up, he usually remarks that it looks like a cyclone blew through the house. Cyclone Richard. That’s me. Come on, I’m not that bad. I don’t leave food lying about. Packs of chewing gum don’t count. I’m talking half-eaten slices of pizza on greasy paper plates. That’s bloody disgusting! I’m just messy and scattered. Creative types usually are when we’re working, (smiles) but the end results are pretty cool. I do seem to remember him comparing me to Willy Wonka once. Could be worse, I suppose.

So last night, 6 of us went out to dinner. Good thing we reserved the private dining room, because we got pretty loud. The wine (very expensive wine, I might add) was flowing, and we just got sillier and sillier. I haven’t gotten really looped since uni, but last night, my usual reserved self was nowhere to be found. I hope I didn’t embarrass Darren too badly. At least I woke up in my own bed. I’m sure Darren saw to that. He got his payback: promptly at 10AM, he tore open the blinds and cranked up the stereo. Ugh! Make it stop! I had a wicked headache, and the bright light made it worse. I trudged off to the loo. I swear I heard Darren sniggering as I dug through the medicine cabinet. Little wanker probably hid the aspirin! Coffee. I need coffee. I don’t even drink the bloody stuff!

“Darren?”
“Good morning!”
“Don’t shout, I can hear you.”
“I’m not shouting!”, he shouts, “You’re just hung over.”
“Are you mad at me? I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m not mad. You were the least obnoxious of the lot. I just knew you’d be feeling shitty this morning, that’s all.”
“I hope to God I haven’t said anything to embarrass you. Did I?”, I wince.

He shakes his head.

“Nah, we were all pretty giddy. You were actually kinda cute. You were hanging all over me, batting your pretty eyes, and telling me you loved me.”
“What else did I do?”
“Mostly just laughed loudly at everyone else’s dirty jokes.”
“I seem to recall you saying something about sex.”
“She asked you if it hurts to take it up the arse.”
“Oh God, what did I say?”
“Not the way Darren does it. He’s the best.”
“I’m sorry Luv.”
“For what? You complimented me.”

He pulls me into his arms.

“I’m sorry your head hurts. Can I get you anything?”
“Coffee, if we’ve got any in the house. And a couple of aspirins. I’m gonna take a shower. I will not be doing that again. I don’t care whose birthday it is. I’m stopping at two glasses.”

Our friends apparently crashed at our house last night, because they came downstairs as I was sitting on the couch with my coffee mug. Darren went to the gym for an hour. They waited to leave until he got back, so they could thank him for not letting them drive home. Besides, we couldn’t find where he’d hidden their bloody car keys! He’d stashed them all in my office, in the bottom drawer of my desk, and locked it. He said it was the last place they’d think to look. After they’d gone, and my hangover was thankfully diminishing, I asked him where he’d gotten the keys to my office.

“Your keychain. I’m sorry Richard. You know I never go in there, but I had to think fast.”
“ ‘s alright, Luv. Anyone else might’ve let them drive home. I love you.”

He hops onto the couch with me and pulls me close.
“I love you too. And you really were cute and cuddly last night.”
“Aren’t I always though?”
“Yeah. You are. Adorable.”

More kisses.

“You know Darren...(kiss) my headache’s pretty much gone.”
“How about...you come with me to take the dog for a walk, and then, when we get back,.....”
“Yeah?”
“Since you like taking it up the arse so much...”
“Ooh, promise?”
“I promise.”
“In the hot tub?”
“Hmm...”

I didn’t want to stop kissing him. He was getting me going, but the dog was needing to be walked. I tore myself away and splashed cold water on my face. We held hands the entire time we were in the park. Naughty Darren kept rubbing the centre of my palm with one finger. What does that do, you ask? Try it! See? He had me all kinds of horny in the middle of the park! On top of that, I had that damned song stuck in my head!
Thanks, Darren. I was singing to myself, hoping no one else could tell that I was aroused. Darren knew. Smug bastard! It would figure that the song that was stuck in my head was “Hot Tub Blues”.
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