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So Beautiful	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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sunmoonstar, thank you so much for your kind review! I feel all warm and fuzzy. Not as fuzzy as Darren and Richard's cute little faces, but pretty close. Here's Chapter 2:

I was still asleep when Darren took Wally for his morning walk. I vaguely remember hearing the jingle of the dog’s tags as he ran down the stairs.
Aah, sleeping late in a quiet house! I heard them come back about an hour later, but Darren didn’t come upstairs right away. My brain was registering the smell of food wafting into the room, but I didn’t wake up until Darren came upstairs with breakfast in bed for me. How sweet!

“Richard, wake up, Darling. I’ve made breakfast for you.”

I took a moment to will myself to wake up. He had already opened the blinds. Bright sunlight! Argh! Squinting, I reached for my glasses on the nightstand, turned over, and sat up. I looked at him.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” he says, cheerfully.
“Morning”, I grumble, “What time is it?”
“9:30.”

I groan.

“Too early. You made this for me? Smells good. Thank you, Darren. Very nice of you.”

I lean over and kiss him.

“Have you eaten?”, I ask.
“Just coffee.”
“Have some”, I offer, while chomping on a piece of toast, slathered with orange marmalade.

I’m starting to return to the land of the living.

“No arsenic in my tea, is there?”, I ask him, smiling.
“No, just moth balls”, he quips back.

I chuckle.

“Feel better this morning?”, he asks, while smoothing my messy hair with his fingers.

“Much, thank you. Do I look a mess?”

“No, you just had this little tuft of hair standing up in the wrong direction.”
“Oh, and you wake up perfectly coiffed?”
“Never. Just needed an excuse to run my fingers through your gorgeous silver hair.”

I smile and put down my tea cup.

“I’ve suddenly got this mad urge to kiss you. C’mere, you Aussie hunk!”
“Ooh. I like it.”

I give him an orange-flavoured kiss.

“Mmm...you’re delicious...finished with your breakfast?”
“Almost. I want you for dessert.”
“Yeah Baby!”, he responds, in his best Austin Powers voice.

We move the tray to the top of the dresser, where it won’t get knocked over, and Wally can’t reach it to nick food.

I swear, Darren has elevated foreplay to an art! Slowly and deliberately, using only his mouth, he’s starting behind my ear and working his way down my body, covering every last inch with licks and kisses, reducing me to a whimpering puddle of slime. By the time he gets down there, I’m leaking and begging for it. This time, he’s got the jar of orange marmalade on the nightstand, and is making crude references to “orange creamsicles”. Hey, if he wants to lick it off me, be my guest! I’m squirming, wanting desperately to be in his mouth.

“Please Darren. Don’t tease.”

He’s got his hand around me, his mouth just above it, breathing on me. This is torture! I wanna hold onto his head and stuff it in his mouth!

“Tell me what you want, Richard.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Yeah, but I love hearing you say it.”
“You’re driving me crazy! I wanna fuck your mouth.”
“Come on, Richard, do it. Just not too hard.”

He holds still and lets me move in and out of his mouth, and he’s sucking as I pull back. His tongue gliding over me feels so....ooh...

“Oh God, Darren...”
“Hmm?”

My head falls back.

“Yes...do that again...more...ohh...Darren...”

As if he thinks I don’t notice, he quietly brings his thumb up to my personal little
G-spot, or whatever you want to call it, and just rubs in a little circle. I’m shaking. This is what makes him so damned good in bed!
He does two or three things at once, rarely just one. Our eyes meet, when I can keep them from rolling back in my head, that is. He’s watching me take shuddering breaths, fighting to hold back. I don’t even have to warn him anymore. We’re so in-sync with each other, he can just tell. He pauses for a moment and takes a spoonful of orange marmalade in his mouth, but doesn’t swallow it. He wants an orange creamsicle? He’s gonna get one! He goes back to sucking and stroking me.

“Feels so good, Baby,” I whisper, my fingers laced through his hair.
“Aah yeah...Darren...”

He somehow manages not to choke when I come in his mouth, and he closes his eyes and swallows.

“You didn’t have to do that, Darren.”

He drags his arm across his mouth.

“I wanted to. Be right back.”

He pops off to the loo. Probably for water, I figure. I close my eyes, feeling all warm and silky. I hope he comes right back. I want him to hold me.

Oh good, here he comes now.

“You alright, Luv?”
“Yeah, just needed a bit of water to wash it all down with.”

He snuggles up to me. I love this part of sex. The pillow talk. Sometimes it’s deep, sometimes sweet, sometimes we say nothing at all.

So how was it?”
“What, the creamsicle?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. The orange stuff was a bit on the tart side, but you know I like the taste of your...you know.”

I chuckle.

“Was it good, Richard?”
“Hmmm....very. What would you like?”, I ask, as I twirl my fingers through the hair on his chest.
“To fuck you.”
“Really? I thought it’d be jelly beans this time.”
“It was. For you. Seeing you enjoy it always makes me want to be inside you.”

We go back to kissing. I’m relaxed, but he’ll still have to prepare me a bit to receive him. It only takes a minute this time. I look into his eyes and lie back for him.

“You know I love you so much, Richard”, he whispers as he penetrates slowly.

I’m breathing deeply to try and stay relaxed for him.

“I love you too, Darren.”

Just to back up my words with actions, I give him a friendly squeeze inside. He gasps.

“Mmm...yeah...my little love python.”

I giggle.

“Never stop loving me...ohh...Richard...”

We get the rhythm going, and he’s uttering a stream of “oh yeah”s. I’m subconsciously pushing back against him, and the fire starts building inside me once again. I’m whimpering right along with him. He smiles.

“You feel it too?”
“Yes...”
“Am I hitting the spot?”, he whispers, as he kisses my neck.
“Yes. Right there. Just like that. Oh God, that’s good...”
“You like the way I fuck you, Rich?”

By now, I’m half-delirious from the pleasure. He could’ve asked me if I wanted shoe leather for dinner, and I’d have said yes. (giggles)

“I like...what was the question?”
“I asked if you like the way I’m doing you.”
“Of course I like it! You’re sending me into orbit, Darren. If it felt any better, my head would pop off and fly around the room.”

He keeps going. I’m beyond the point of no return.

“Oh God...oh God...I’m coming...Darren...ohh...”

He knows how to make me feel (sigh)...just incredible.
The neighbours might have heard us that time, and I think I put a few scratches in Darren’s back from digging my nails into him.

“Richard...I’m coming too...(gasp) yessss....Baby...”

We collapsed together in a pile of arms and legs, all sweaty and clinging to each other. Damn, he’s good! We situate ourselves so he’s not crushing me. I love how it feels when we’re all wrapped around each other. I’m studying his face. His eyes are closed at the moment, and he’s got that rosy flush on his skin. My beautiful boy. I love him so much!

“You’re beautiful, Darren.”
“You are.”

I kiss him. He wraps his arms around me tighter.

“I think...(yawn) you got two-for-one this time, Darling.”
“Oh. (he he) Yeah, I did. That was nice. Thank you.”

We snuggled for about an hour, just dozing, listening to the world outside, which we were in no hurry to be part of. He fell asleep, and I got up to use the bathroom and nibble on the last piece of toast from my breakfast tray.
Quietly, I take the tray downstairs and let him sleep. I hate leaving unwashed dishes lying about! Once I take care of that, I realize that where I really want to be is back upstairs in bed, snuggled up with my boy, even if he is asleep, and I’m just lying with him. I go back upstairs and slip back into bed.

“Where’d you go?”, he mumbles.
“Just took the tray back to the kitchen, Luv. I was going to let you sleep, but I missed you, so I’m back.”
“Good. C’mere.”

It’s so nice and warm under the covers with him! He pulls me close so my head is on his chest.

“Are you comfortable like this, Darren?”
“Totally. Know what I wanna do today?”
“No idea, Luv.”
“Have a picnic in the park.”

The dog’s ears perk up at the sound of the magic words, and he whimpers.

“Yes Wally, you can come too. Once we’re up and dressed, we’ll pop over to Whole Foods, and get some chicken and stuff.”
“Do we even have a picnic basket we can pack?”
“Somewhere in this house, there’s gotta be something we can pack the food in. Oh, and we’ll take an old blanket to sit on.”
“You don’t want to use the tables they’ve got there?
I don’t relish the idea of sitting on the ground with bugs.”
“No, that area’s too crowded. I want this to be romantic. We’re going off the trail, to this nice little glade I found the other day.”
“Remind me to use insect repellant, lest I become lunch for every crawly thing out there.”
“Well, you are delicious, Darling.”

He smiles.

“Gee, thanks, but I really don’t want to be nibbled on, except by you, of course.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you.”
“Can’t we just lay like this all day?”
“Would you like that?”
“Mmm..”

He’s rubbing my back. I like that. His hands are always so warm and gentle.

“That feels nice, Darren.”

He kisses my forehead. I open my eyes and smile at him.

“My sleepy boy. You’re adorable.”

“Maybe after our lunch in the...(I glance over at the dog, waiting patiently in his bed.) P-A-R-K, we could come home and just spend the day lounging in the hammock. I haven’t just taken a day off and laid about like a slug since our cruise. It’s lovely to just re-charge sometimes.”

“Isn’t it, though? I’ve got that interview tonight, but otherwise, we’ve got all day.”

“Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about that. What time do we have to be there?”

“By 6.” “Alright, I guess we should get up then.”

We get showered and dressed, and I go downstairs and start rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. He comes down a few minutes later.
“What are you looking for, Richard?”
“That soft cooler thing. It’d be perfect for our picnic.”
“Not sure where we put it last time.”

He starts at the other end of the kitchen.

“Found it!”

I peer inside, half-expecting to find an ant colony. I give it a quick cleaning, and throw in a few bottles of water, and one of those freezer packs to keep them cold. Darren pulls the extra blanket out of the hall closet.

“Bug spray. Where did I put it?”
“Under the sink, maybe?”
“Aha! Got it! Want some, Darren?”
Nothing ever bites me, except you”, he grins, “You’re the sweet and juicy one.”
“You make me sound like a strawberry.”

I laugh.

“Maybe the skeeters ‘round here prefer Englishmen. We must taste better than Aussies.”

He puts his arm around me and gives me a kiss.

“You do to me.”

Wally, meanwhile, has retrieved his lead, and is sitting by the front door, whimpering.

“Someone’s in a hurry to get to THE PARK,” Darren observes.

Wally starts doing his little dance to hurry us along.

“Alright, we’re coming! Hold your horses!”

We collect our stuff, hook up the dog, and head off. One of us is going to have to wait outside with him while the other shops. It’s a beautiful day, not too humid yet.
“So, what exactly are we having for lunch, Darren?”
“Whatever we want. I was thinking chicken, but if you’d rather something else...”
“Chicken’s fine. What with it?”
“I dunno, pasta salad, or something like it?”
“Works for me.”
“Did you wanna run in to the store, since I’m holding Wally?”
“Sure.”

Wouldn’t want the dog to get hysterical seeing Daddy disappear.

“Okay, so chicken, salad, what else?”
“Maybe fruit for dessert. See what they’ve got. And plastic utensils too. Need cash?”
“Nah, I’ve got my card. Be back in a bit.”

It’s funny. When we shop for groceries together, he almost always throws in extra stuff, especially snacks, which I usually take out and put on another shelf as soon as his back’s turned. No willpower against junk food whatsoever. Good thing he goes to the gym. But this time, I’ll give in. I bought a little container of chocolate dipping sauce for the strawberries. It’s romantic, and that’s the whole idea behind this picnic, right? I emerge with the food fifteen minutes later, and we stop at the bench to put it into our cooler for safekeeping.

“So where’s this secret glade, D?”
“Not far from the duck pond.”

We let Wally off his lead. He runs around, but keeps us in sight. The path winds through the trees, and Darren stops and points to a clearing.

“Over there.”
“How did you find it?”
“Darling, don’t I always go off the beaten track?”
“You’ve got a point there, Luv.”
“See, isn’t this beautiful?”

I look around.

“Lovely.”

We spread out the blanket. I’m glancing around nervously, waiting for the parade of
man-eating ants to show up and carry our food off to their lair, and me along with it.
Darren is laughing at me.

“You’re waiting for the bugs to come and get you, aren’t you?”

“Somewhere in their headquarters, a neon sign is flashing: SWEET, JUICY GAY ENGLISHMAN ON THE MENU. GET HIM WHILE HE’S HOT!”

“I’ll save you, Dear Boy, don’t worry. The most they’ll get is a leg.”
“Oh, that’s very comforting, Darren.”

All the same, I’m thoroughly coated in insect repellant. He’s lying on his back, looking up at the sky, trying to pick shapes out of the clouds.

“Lie with me, Richard.”

I’m not sure about this. I still feel vulnerable. If I feel as much as one nibble, I’m out of here! So far, so good. I don’t see anything. I lie on the blanket, perpendicular to Darren, using his tummy as a pillow.

“Am I hurting you, Darren?”
“Not at all, Darling. See, isn’t this nice?”

Wally comes bounding out of the woods, joyfully, as if he hadn’t seen us in days. We get slobbered upon, and he plops down beside us, sniffing at the cooler.

“Yuck! His breath smells like a donkey’s arse!”

Darren is giggling.

“When’s the last time you sniffed a donkey’s arse?”

“I haven’t but I can’t imagine it being pleasant. God only knows what he’s gotten into.”
“As long as he doesn’t bring it home and hide it for us to find later.”
“What, you mean like the squirrel carcass he stashed in our bed for safekeeping? The one that stunk up the place, and had us blaming each other for the stench?”

“Yeah, like that.”
“He’d best not, if he knows what’s good for him.”

Darren’s got an arm around each of us.

“This is the life. Lying here with my boys.”
Restless, Wally sits up, panting. I’m blasted in the face with his stinky doggie breath.
I cringe and turn toward Darren.

“His nasty breath is going to ruin my appetite!”

I sit up.

“What have you eaten, Wally?”
“Could be worse”, Darren suggests.
He could have a run-in with a skunk, or roll in something dead.”
“Don’t give him any ideas!”
“I’m hungry. Let’s see that cooler.”

Darren fills a plate with food. Wally is staring expectantly, licking his chops. I might as well fix myself a plate too.

“Well done, Richard. You picked out some good stuff.”
“Thanks, Luv.”

Darren looks so happy. That’s what I like to see.

“What, Richard? You’re staring.”
“I love you.”

He beams.

“I love you too.”

We kiss, and go back to eating. Darren is picking out bits from his salad and sharing them with the dog.
“Did you see what I got for dessert?”
“Strawberries.”
“With chocolate dipping sauce.”
“How’d I miss that?”, he asks.

We have fun feeding them to each other. It was quite romantic, actually. You know us with chocolate. Any excuse to give each other chocolate kisses. We finished the strawberries, and just used our fingers to dot each other’s lips with chocolate and kiss it off. We could’ve made love again right then and there, but we couldn’t risk getting arrested for public indecency, so we just cuddled and kissed.

I hope we never reach a point where we stop doing this. I guess it’s up to us to keep the spark in our relationship, and I, for one, plan to show my love for Darren as often as possible.
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