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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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Sorry for the short chapters. Here's a long one to make up for it.

I think my boy’s got a serious case of spring fever. Either that, or he’s really looking forward to this cruise. He’s being all drippy-romantic. He let me sleep late this morning, and when I got out of the shower, he was lying on our bed with ‘that’look on his face.

“What, Darren? You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen me in a towel before.”
“Can’t help it if you’re beautiful.”

Oh brother, here we go.

“I just like watching you move. You’re a gorgeous creature.”
“So’s a racehorse.”
“Aw come on, Rich,” he sulks.

I sit on the bed beside him. He sits up to kiss me. He’s getting all touchy-feely.
Can’t say as I mind.

“I want you, Richard.”
“Again? But Luv, we just did it a few hours ago.”

He’s pouting. Bottom lip and all.

“Please?”
“Darren...I really need to get to work on this. Later. I promise. Don’t look at me like that. You know I love you.”
“Oh, alright.”

I get up. What’s with him today? I feel bad that I said no. But if I let him, I’ll just be getting it over with. Even he says no once in a while. It’s just that we’re only home for three more days, and people are chomping at the bit for this project.
I go to my studio, English muffin and cup of tea in hand. At least I don’t have to see his sad puppy dog eyes. He’s on his side of the floor with Tracey and Boyd, and even though I’m immersed in my work, I feel his eyes through the wall. I hate it when he gets in one of these moods. All needy and such. Like I have to prove my love for him. I don’t want to play these games. I need to find out what’s behind this, or it’s going to eat at me.

“Hey Darren, got a minute? I need you to look at this with me.”

I shut the door behind us. I hope this doesn’t escalate into an argument.

“Darren, talk to me. What’s the matter, Luv?”
“I’m having a flash of insecurity, I guess.”
“Why?”
“I dunno. I feel rejected.”
“Oh come on. There’s been times you didn’t feel like it. I never took it to mean you didn’t want me, just that you weren’t in the mood. Would you rather I said yes anyway?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“What can I do, what can I say, to make you not question my love for you, because that hurts me, Darren.”

He’s in tears.

“I’m sorry, Richard.”
“Do you need me to be more demonstrative?”

He nods.

“Come here.”

I pull him into my arms.

“I’m not brushing you off, Luv, I promise. I told you we’d have a go at it later. I think you’re starting to think too much and get restless. That’s what I think.”
“You could be right about that, Richard.”
“I thought as much. Tell you what. Let me work until at least 3 on this, and you’ve got my undivided attention the rest of the day. What if you make a list of what we’ll need for the trip, and we go shopping, and out to dinner?”

His eyes light up.

“Beautiful eyes.”

I give him a kiss, and a pat on the bum, and send him out the door. Hormonal spell averted. Back to work. Note to self: shower Darren with affection. He can’t ever get enough. Perhaps a rose later. Now, where was I? Need to set an alarm on my computer for 2:45, incase I lose track of time.

I actually got a good deal of work done. He just has to approve the edits, and another song’s in the can. Just a few more to go. There’s already talk about pre-ordering the DVD for the end of April. I don’t hear anyone on the other side. Where’s my boy? I step out into the hall.

“Darren?”

No answer. Maybe he’s taking a nap?

I run up the stairs to our bedroom floor.

“You up here, Luv?”

Nothing. I’m about to head downstairs, when I hear a racket coming from the walk-in closet, followed by ‘Ow! Shit!’

I tear open the door.

“What are you doing in here?”
“Looking for our suitcases.”
“They’re in the back. I’ll get them. Step out before something falls on your head.”
“Already has.”
“Oh Darren!”

I climb over piles of stuff and manage to extract the suitcases without further damage to Darren’s head.

“You know Luv, it’s kinda cozy in here.”
“Yeah...? And...?”
“Nothing, just making an observation.”

Uh oh. He looks disappointed. Think fast, Richard. I grab him and kiss him before he has a chance to react. I can’t believe we’re making out in a dusty closet.

“Here? Now?”
“Someone could get hurt. How ‘bout after we get home tonight? I’m all yours. I’ll do anything you fancy. Besides, do you really want the smell of sex trapped in this closet?”

He pulls a face.

“Didn’t think so.” (Oust Boy, remember?)

I reach for the door handle. Stuck.

“Uh, Darren?”
“Oh shit! Richard, I hate small spaces. I’m going to panic!”
“Alright, take it easy! I’ll get it open.”

Don’t have my wallet in my trousers. Okay, look around. A-ha!

“Darren, take the plastic ID tag off my suitcase. I’m going to use it to open the door. Watch this.”

Old college trick.

“This better work, or I’m going to scream.”

Took a few tries, but I did get the door open. Disaster averted.

“Why did you shut the door in the first place?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well I sure didn’t.”
“It was the ghost!”
“The ghost.”
“I told you there’s a ghost in the attic. He locked us in.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“He did!”
“How do you know it’s a ‘he’?”
“I feel his presence. It’s a ‘he’.”

I pin him against the wall.

“Wanna feel MY presence?”
“Ooh.”
“I’d be almost horny, if I weren’t starving. Haven’t eaten since 11.”
“It’s only been 4 hours.”
“All I had was an English muffin. Not very filling. I could go for Thai. Or Japanese.”

So we went to the mall and bought new clothes for our trip, then to a Thai place. His blue eyes were looking right through me. I reached for his hand.

“What would you have me do tonight, Darren?”
“Nothing. Just let me do you.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes. To do you and watch you enjoy it. And tomorrow morning, you can take care of me. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Baby. Always will, too.”

He gave me that sweet, cuddly look. I just wanted to kiss him on the spot, but I waited until we were in the car.

“Give us a kiss, Darren. A juicy one.”

He licks his lips and leans toward me.

Mmm...he’s the best kisser.

“Let’s get home.”

I close my eyes and smile, leaning back in the seat. Yes, I’m horny, dammit!
If I start touching him while he’s driving, he’ll crash the car. He’s laughing.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m horny too, Richard.”

I smile back at him.

“Good. Pull over and blow me.”
“What, and risk getting arrested? That’s all we need.”
“Couldn’t hurt to ask.”
“How about...I draw you up a bubble bath when we get home? That way you’ll be all sweet and yummy for me. And then I’ll have you for dessert.”
“With a cherry on top?”
“Honey, I lost that a long time ago.”

I laugh.

“Will you wash my back?”
“All of you.”
“Mmm...”

Ever notice that car trips take forever when you’re in a hurry?

So we get home, and what I really felt like doing was tearing my clothes off and saying, “Here. Have me,”, but of course, he wanted to go slow. I invited him into the bath too, but he didn’t want to. If having me smell like a French pastry makes him happy, so be it. At least I get a blow job out of the deal. So I’m in the tub, marinating in bubble bath, and he comes in.

“Dog’s all taken care of.”

He kneels beside the tub and leans over to kiss me.

“Hand me the wash cloth, Richard.”

For a moment, I’m tempted to drag him in with me, but seeing as he’s got this all planned out, I’ll go along.

“Remember when I tried that touch thing, and ended up tickling you? I wanna try it again, but I promise it’ll be better this time.”
“Alright.”

I smile. This is going to be fun.

“I’ll show you.”

He starts with his hand on my face, and gradually moves down. His touch is firmer, but still light. I close my eyes and smile.

“Perfect, Darren.”
“Does that feel nice?, he asks, just above a whisper.
“Yes.”

I meet his eyes. He’s watching me breathe as his hands glide over my body.
He skips over the naughty bits and goes for the feet. I whine in protest.

“I’ll get to that. That’s last.”

My feet are very ticklish, but he knows how to touch them so it doesn’t tickle.
He’s good at reflexology. May have to thank whichever ex taught him this. He knows how to apply pressure in just the right places, because my whole body is responding. To a certain degree, it’s arousing. Whoa! Okay, very arousing.

“What did you just do, Darren? That went straight to my manhood.”
“I can see that. This area right here corresponds to, well, that area.”
“Do it again.”
“Didn’t know you had a horny spot on your foot, did you?”
“I don’t usually fondle my own feet.”
“Like it?”
“Ooh, yeah. Feels good. Alright, enough with the feet! Other bits are feeling neglected.”
“Can’t have that now, can we?”

This time, he’s got both hands around it, one above the other, and he’s doing this thing with his thumbs that’s almost like the way he touched my feet, but it feels incredible. My head falls back. My heart is racing.

“Oh my God! (gasp) Whatever you do, don’t stop! God, Darren...that’s so good...ooh...(gasp) more, Baby. Oh yeah, that’s it.”

He moves his thumb up just a bit, so it’s right on my sensitive spot. If he rubs that the same way, I think I’m going to just explode.

“Darren, stop, stop! I’m...(panting) more than halfway there. I need to calm down a bit.”
“Turn over onto your side, Darling. The other way.”

I catch my breath as he works on my lower back, and in my best news reporter voice:

“We interrupt this bubble bath for an important news flash: Seismologists report that Mt. Richard is dangerously close to a major eruption. Evacuate the area immediately.”

Darren falls over laughing.

“You’re too funny.”
“Please, Honey. I feel so full down there. Please finish me.”

I get on my knees so he can reach. As soon as his hand and his mouth close around me, my control unravels.

“Right now...Darren...right...ohhh...”

He lets go once it’s over, and I sink back into the tub, trying to slow my breathing. That was incredible. I have to study this book so I can do this to him. My eyes are closed, and I’m just visualizing all these colours swirling in my head. He’s holding my hand, smiling at me with a look of absolute devotion on his pretty face. I open my eyes and focus on his face. I think I just floated back down to earth.

“Welcome back. Was it good, Darling?”
“Exquisite. I feel so (yawn) blissful. I could fall asleep right here.”
“Then let’s get you out and into bed, Baby.”
“If I must.”

I stand up, slowly, and he holds the towel out to me.

“You gonna dry me off as well?”
“Sure.”

I can’t help but giggle as he does.

“You smell so yummy. And you tasted even better.”

I pull him into a kiss.

“Your turn tomorrow morning, Luv.”
“Mmm.”

I crawl under the covers, not wearing anything. I love to sleep like that, so I can feel his warm, toasty body next to mine. He throws his clothes on the floor and joins me.

“Hold me, Darren. Nice and tight. Yeah, just like that.”

I sigh happily, all entwined with him.

“Close your eyes, Beautiful Boy. I’ll be right here.”
The last thing I remembered was his fingers in my hair as I fell asleep, all snug in his arms.

In the morning, the sunlight filtering through the blinds was hitting me in the eye, and I tried to roll over, but couldn’t. Eventually I realized that Darren was half-laying on me. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. Not a care in the world when he’s asleep. I studied his pretty face. I kissed my finger and touched it to his lips. He grumbled a bit, but didn’t wake up, so I closed my eyes and relaxed for awhile longer. He can always tell when I’m not really asleep, just pretending to be.

“Richard?”, he whispers in his sleepy morning voice.
“Mmm?”
“You awake?”
“Nope.”

He opens his eyes. I giggle.

“Faker!”
“Uh, Darren, the right side of my body is going numb. Think you could get off me now?”

He backs up to his side of the bed.

“Sorry, Darling.”
“S’okay. You were nice and warm all night. Was worth half my body turning black and falling off.”

He laughs as he curls his body around mine.

“Gotta finish packing today.”
“We will.”
“Do you know where that book is, Luv? I want to study it.”
“I think it’s in the bookcase by Wally’s bed in the lounge room.”

When I get up to use the loo, I go downstairs to look for it. He calls from our room.

“Where ya goin’, Rich?”
“Be right back.”

I’m really curious as to whether the way he was touching me last night was actually something he learned, or if he was just improvising.

“Aha! Got it!”

I run back upstairs, instruction manual in hand, and crawl back under the covers. He rolls onto his back and snuggles up to me.

“Show me the part about ‘How to Drive Your Lover Crazy Using Only Your Thumbs’.”

He laughs.

“That’s not what it’s called! Gimme that!”

He flips through the contents page.

“Here.”

I reach for my glasses on the night stand. Meanwhile, his head is resting on my shoulder, and I feel him breathing on me. I keep looking at him between paragraphs, making eyes and blowing kisses. He loves when I flirt with him. I guess I still smell like bubble bath, because he’s sniffing me, and it tickles.

“You smell delicious, Richard.”
“Thank you, but you’re tickling me, Darren.”

He stops and waits until I go back to reading. Did you ever have a sense of foreboding that something was about to happen? I can almost hear the wheels turning in Darren’s head. I raise my eyebrow at him. He’s got the most angelic “Who, me?” look on his face.

“Don’t do it, Darren.”
“Do what?”, he asks, innocently.
“Whatever you’re about to do that I won’t like.”

He laughs.

“I know you too well, My Love, and those clicking noises are the wheels turning in your pretty little head.”

He laughs. I kiss him, mostly to prevent whatever prank he’s about to pull. As we break the kiss, he licks my shoulder, lightning-fast.

“Alright, are you happy now?”, I ask, as I wipe it off.
“Had to see if you taste as good as you smell.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“You’re lucky I love you.”
“Yes, I am.”

Back to the book.

“It says to start in a place on your partner’s body that they won’t find arousing or ticklish. Do you have such a place, Darren? You’re one big erogenous zone. Let me start with your face.”

I put the book down and try it. He’s gazing at me. So far, so good. He was right, that I’ve done this to him before. I love tracing his mouth with my finger.

“Nice, Richard. Keep going.”

I refer back to the book for a second, and resume touching him. I’m avoiding his chest for now. If I start touching him there, he’ll be all hot and bothered in two seconds. I want this to last awhile before it becomes sexual, so I concentrate on his arm first. And then each finger.

“You didn’t tell me last night that at some point, we’re supposed to do this simultaneously.”
“That’s because I wanted last night to be all for you. Do you want me to join in now?”

I take his hand and put it on my face as I lean in to kiss him. We start slowly, but the kissing soon builds to a fever pitch, and we’re all over each other, breathless with desire.

“How do you want it, Darren?”

He reaches down to stroke me back there. Fire spreads through my body. I push back against his fingers.

“Oh yeah, Darren...do me...”

He inserts two fingers into me, searching for the spot. My eyes roll back, and I gasp as he hits it.

“Right there?”

I nod.

“Ooh...feels so...oh fuck...Darren...please... .”

I groan softly as he penetrates, looking into his eyes. It feels different this time. Maybe it’s the angle, or the fact that my legs are raised higher. Or just that he’s not thrusting as deeply. More like the way I do it. Either way, it feels so nice like this.

“Ooh Darren, whatever you’re doing, don’t change a thing.”
“Like it?”
“Mmm...yeah...”

We stop talking and just concentrate on what we’re feeling. It’s got to be killing him to hold back, but he seems to be enjoying it as much as I am.

“You’re so beautiful, Richard,” he whispers.

I smile and constrict the walls around him. He moans.

“Oh my God, yes...ohh Richard...you’re gonna make me come, Baby.”
“I think I am too, Darren. Oh God...”

He reaches down to wrap his fingers around me. I make one little adjustment:
I want his thumb on the magic spot. As we move together, heading for the finish line, my head is spinning. He’s doing that thing with his thumb. I can barely breathe as the waves break over my head.

“Darren...oh God, that feels sooo good...ohhh... Darren!”

My muscles tense as I’m going off all over him. He watches, and I can feel his body trembling as his own release begins. His eyes close.
He whispers, “Oh God, Richard...”, and he’s shuddering, his head back, breathing hard through his mouth.

He groans as he withdraws from my body and collapses onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. As he opens his eyes, we smile at each other, my forehead almost touching his, as I kiss him. I lay my head in the curve of his neck and close my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. A single tear falls from my eye onto his skin.

“Richard?”

He brushes it away, looking into my eyes, and kisses my forehead, then pulls me into a tight embrace.

“It’s just...so perfect with you. It never was with anyone else, Darren.”
“Me neither, Baby. Me neither. Only you.”
“If only my mother were here. I could tell her how happy I am now.”
“She knows, Baby. I know she does.”

I nod.

“Thank you”, I whisper through my tears.

Once we finally dragged our lazy arses out of bed and finished packing, I had to drop off the dog at the boarding place. Darren gets too emotional saying good-bye to his dog, so I do it.

That night, we went to see Steve play. Even saw a few of Darren’s fans there. We leave for our cruise tomorrow. I’m so excited. Darren’s always been a bit nervous about being openly gay in public. This should put all that to rest. It’ll be good for him. Yeah I know. Even though we’re married, and he’s been out for a couple of years, sometimes he still feels people are judging him, although it doesn’t bother him nearly as much as it used to. Me personally, I don’t give a fuck what people think. This is who I am, and I’m not asking for anyone’s approval. I think it’s ridiculous to need someone else’s permission to like yourself. I love him, and I’m not shy about showing it. In fact, I’ve got a few surprises in store for my Honey, but he’ll find out about those later. I booked the trip online, so I got the inside scoop. There’ll be flowers in the cabin when we get there. To him. From me. (wink)
And there’s this silly contest. Probably several, but one is “Dress up as your partner’s favorite fantasy.” Got the Princess Leia buns hidden where he won’t find them. And a couple of other sweet little surprises. They’ve got something similar to the Newlywed Game, but I’m not sure he’ll go for it.

When I got home from dropping off the dog, Darren was on the phone, doing his Australian radio interview about being a guest judge on Australian Idol. I walked in just in time to hear him say he liked his men with facial hair. I cracked up. Men? Plural? How many men are we talking about here? Boyd and Tracey were laughing. The call ended, and I just stood there with my arms folded.

“Hello, Darling.”

I shook my head.

“How many, Darren?”
“How many what, Rich?”
“Scruffy men. How many are we talking about?”
“Just two. You and Wally.”
“Uh huh.”
“Oh come here, you! It was a compliment, you clod!”
“For a minute there, you made it sound like you had a whole stable of hairy boys at your beck and call.”
“Yeah, right. With big dicks. Chained to my bed.”
“Oh okay. Long as I don’t have to fight off all your other lovers.”

He kisses me.

“You’re my only lover.”
“Lucky for you I am, because I was gonna run right upstairs and shave.”
“Don’t you dare!”

I laugh. He doesn’t really think I’m jealous, does he?

“You are just joking, right Richard?”

I lose it.

“You should’ve seen your face, Darren. That was priceless!”

He wads up a sheet of paper and throws it at me.

“Ooh he’s good, Darren! He had you all wound up,” Boyd pipes up.
“That’s okay, Boyd. He keeps messin’ with my head, we’ll see how much I mess with his on the cruise. And I’m not talking about the one between his ears.”
“Ooh. A threat. You’re so sexy when you talk that way, Darren. You can’t keep your hands off my manhood, and you damn well know it!”
“Boys, boys, stop bickering!”, Tracey chimes in.
“You’re making me nervous. I’m not sure if you’re joking or really serious.”
“We’re just playing. We’re not serious. Richard knows he’s the only one. He’s not the jealous type.”
“Do you think I would’ve married Darren if I didn’t know what I was in for? He’s all talk, Tracey.”

She’s not convinced.

“If you’re not mad at each other, give each other a kiss.”

We would, but we keep giggling.

“Darren can look all he wants, as long as he knows which man he comes home to.”
“Being married doesn’t mean you don’t notice other attractive people, just that you’ve committed yourself to one person. Richard knows I’d never cheat on him. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my life.”
“Then give him a kiss. Put your arms around each other.”

I laugh, but okay.

He whispers in my ear, “If I really did upset you, I’m sorry. You know how much I love you.”
“You didn’t upset me, but I’m sorry if I upset you. We need to be more sensitive about the words we choose. I’d never hurt you intentionally.”
“Me neither.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”

Then we kiss.

“That’s better.”
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