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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.

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Disclaimer: I own some Savage Garden CDs and some DVDs. Other than that, I don’t have any claim to Darren or Daniel, or anyone else mentioned here, other than my support characters har harm intended.

We Meet Again – pt 20

“I love our fans,” Darren sighed happily as they went into Daniel’s home studio. His smile turned to one of delighted surprise when Daniel sat down at his Yamaha keyboard and began playing The Heart Wants What it Wants.

“I can’t believe you,” he shook his head, still smiling. “How many do you know?”

Daniel broke off and started a short medley of songs; I Can’t Ever Get Enough of You, I Miss You, Like It Or Not, What You Like and finished with Good Enough.

“Danny, you’re amazing,” he leaned over the keyboard and captured Daniel’s lips for a short kiss. “And you’ve saved me a bit of time.”

“How’s that?”

“’Cause I wanted to remix The Heart Wants, and you’ve already done it. But why? You didn’t have to. I mean… you couldn’t have known I’d come back,” he walked around the keyboard to sit beside Daniel.

Daniel put his hands in his lap, and studied his fingers. He shrugged. “No, I didn’t know. I haven’t written much these last five years…” Daniel replied thoughtfully. “And what I have written has been full of minors… melancholy stuff. Not something you’d really want for a pop song.”

Darren hugged him impulsively. “It means a lot to me, that you liked it, Daniel. I was scared shitless to be writing without you.”

“Well, you did a wonderful job, Dazza…” Daniel’s voice dropped to a whisper when he continued. “Are you sure you need me?”

He regarded the suddenly hunched form beside him.

“Danny.”

Daniel wouldn’t look at him.

“Danny,” he raised his hand to Daniel’s chin, and gently urged his gaze upward. Daniel’s green gaze regarded him with uncertainty. Darren studied him. The worried green eyes. The slope of his nose. He traced a finger gently along Daniel’s
strong jaw, and smiled.

“I’m very sure, Daniel Jones,” he answered as he gave Daniel another soft kiss. “Now, what did you have in mind for Rumba?”

“I want you to open with Where You Want to Be.”

“Really?” Darren’s surprise was evident, and he was thoughtful before he continued. “Why that song, Danny?”

Daniel blushed lightly. “Because I wasn’t,” he lowered his eyes self-consciously, “but now I am.”

Darren smiled. ‘He is so sexy when he’s uncertain.’

“What else did you have in mind?”

“When you’re singing the last part—'I just need somebody to hold me now,' I’m going to come out, and grab you from behind. Just like you grabbed me at our last concert in South Africa.”

Daniel’s blush deepened as Darren’s eyebrows rose.

“You—you’d do that, Danny? In front of all those people?” Darren’s voice conveyed his amused pleasure at the thought.

“I—I think so. I want to, Dazza. I—I hope I don’t chicken out, because I really want to.”

Darren nodded, grinning—quite like an idiot, he supposed.

“How many songs do you think they’ll let us do?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to find out from John how much time they’ll slot you.”

“Well, these are the other songs I want to rework.” He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and smoothed it out on the keyboard so Daniel could read it.

“Are you sure? Dazza, these –”

“Danny, this was my album. I had the final say. I needed it to be different. It would have hurt too much, otherwise. Now I’m telling you I want them reworked. Will you help me?”

A small, but warm smile graced Daniel’s lips, and he noddlowllowly.

It was two in the morning before they were finally satisfied with the changes Darren wanted.

Daniel yawned, rather loudly, then chuckled with embarrassment.

“Been a long time since we’ve stayed up late for music.”

“Yes it has… and it feels great.” Darren replied as Daniel gathered up the last pages they had sent to the printer. “How about I fix us a quick salad. Something light.”

“That’d be great, Dazza.” Daniel nodded as he began shutting down the equipment.

Salad and warm herbal lemon tea.

Small smiles. Warm looks. Almost like a first date—the shy ambiance.

The briefest of touches as they cleared their dishes.

Then they went upstairs and got ready for bed.

A deep, lingering kiss. A small sigh when they broke away.

Daniel set the alarm as Darren got into bed. Then he shut off the small bedside light, and slid in, spooning up behind Darren.

“Good night, Danny.”

A deep, contented sigh. Wiggling closer. An arm clasping firmly.

“Mmm…. ‘Night, Dazza.”

“…Hello?…”

“Mrs. Walker? Darren here, I was just calling to see how Natalie is doing?”

“…Oh, Mr. Hayes, we can’t thank you enough. She’s doing wonderfully. They’re releasing her at the end of the week! And someone donated an electric wheelchair! She’s become the terror of the second floor, she’s never still….”

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” Darren asked as he heard the quiver in her voice.

A sniff sounded on the other end of the line. “…I’m fine, Mr. Hayes. Just overwhelmed by the generosity of some people. We could NEVER have afforded something so elaborate. The bills are taking everything from our insurance, and then some….”

“I’m sorry.”

“...No, It’s okay… we’ll be okay. It was just such a welcome surprise….”

“Well, I’ll see if Daniel and I can come by before Friday, then.”

“…Thank you, Mr. Hayes. I’m sure Natalie wilprecpreciate that….”

Darren was everywhere that afternoon, and it amused Daniel to watch him. He was as hyper as he’d ever seen him at any pre-show rehearsal. Daniel contented himself with a quick sound check of his instruments, while Darren fussed with Ben over the guitar riffs
they had worked out for What You Like.

Now that Darren had produced an album on his own, he supposed at some point they’d disagree; but for now, he was happy to let Darren take creative control over what he’d always had to do on his own before.

After all, over half the songs would be his alone, in spite of the remixes.

John had gotten them an hour at the end of Rumba. To be shown on the announcements as a surprise performance by Darren Hayes.

They had talked it out after hearing that. Decided on a set list. Darren would open with Where You Want to Be, as Daniel had requested. To be followed by I Can’t Ever Get Enough of You, Lift Me Up, I Knew I Loved You, I Want You, Truly Madly Deeply, The Heart Wants What it Wants, What You Like, and The Best Thing.

And Darren had wisely insisted that the songs be learned both with, and without the parts that would include Daniel. Just in case. Daniel had never been more proud of Darren.

When Darren finally seemed happy with Ben’s playing, they got ready for the first run through of What You Like.

Anji, like Lee, already knew Darren’s solo stuff; having toured with him on the "Too Close For Comfort" tour. So the only thing they really hoped to accomplish this afternoon would be the selection of a second backup singer, and to put the new drummer, Rick Dean, through his paces.

They went through Where You Want to Be, Anji singing the supporting vocals the first time through. Rick played quite well. Then they ran through the song several times, once with each of the singers. A pert little blonde, Charisse Taylor; a tall redhead, Jennelle Eaton; and a brunette, Nadine Chapman.

“They’re all really good…” Darren sighed, as joined Daniel for another short break. “What do you think?”

“Oh, no. You’re the Diva… it’s your decision… you’re the one who has to be happy.”

“But this is us, remember? We are going to make it work.”

“I know a way to decide.”

“Which is?”

Daniel leaned over, put his hand behind Darren’s head, and kissed him. His tongue begging, and gaining entrance. They both began to moan. Ben and Lee began to wolf whistle, as Darren fell into Daniel’s kiss.

When Daniel finally broke it, he looked at the girls, and had quite a surprise. Anji was blushing in surprise. Jennelle was openly disgusted. Charisse, and Nadine were both watching them with amusement.

“There, there’s your answer.”

“What?”

He turned his gaze to the direction Daniel was looking in. Jennelle excused herself then, claiming a prior commitment. Anji was still blushing.

“Anji? What?”

“You… and Daniel?” She blushed harder. “I always thought they were just rumors…”

“How? You were no stranger to the way we acted on stage.”

“But… I thought it was an act…”

“And now that you know different? Now that you know when I’m hanging on Daniel on-stage, and you know what we’ll be doing off-stage, what now?”

“I—um… I’m sorry, Darren.”

“Oh… well, I guess I understand… are we still friends at least?”

“Sure… um… sure.”

She tensed a moment when Darren gave her a good-bye hug, if if he noticed, he didn’t let on. They said their good-byes, and Darren looked toward Charisse and Nadine.

“So, you two are okay? With us?”

“Sure,” Charisse replied.

“Yeah,” Nadine added. “I always thought you two were together. You skirted the issue too often.”

“Oh. Okay… good.” Darren looked at Rick then. “May as well ask you, too.”

“I’m cool. Long as I can drum, I’m good to go.”

Darren smiled hugely. “What’s say we call it a night and all go out to dinner? Daniel and I are buying.”

A chorus of agreement, and “Darren’s buying?” from Ben, and it was settled. They set about turning off the equipment, and locked the studio.

“So, any suggestions for dinner?”

“That pizza buffet place up the street is good. Good beer, too.”

“Who’s driving then?”

“I can drive,” Lee offered. Charisse, Nadine and Rick all decided to drive themselves. The girls didn’t drink, and Rick said he would nurse a single light beer.

“Ben, I guess you’re with Lee then. Daniel, I expect you’re with me,” Darren grinned and winked.

“Oh, I don’t know… Lee?”

Darren smacked him. “Don’t you dare,” he threatened calmly.

Daniel’s eyes widened. “What’ll you do if I do?”

“Less than what I’ll do if you don’t.”

Lee chuckled, and Ben grinned as Daniel swallowed noisily, and tugged at the collar of his shirt.

“Promise?” Daniel managed to choke out.

Déjà vu… Darren remembered the kitchen, the strawberries on the floor, and his promise to punish him… “After dinner,” Darren whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Daniel, you’re not going to cheat us out of the first meal I can ever remember Dar offering to pay for, are you?”
Ben asked, trying to keep a straight face at the same time.

Lee chuckled and smacked Daniel on the shoulder, breaking his trance with Darren’s gaze.

“Hunh?”

“Dinner,” Lee chuckled and grabbed Daniel’s collar, pulling him out to the parking lot. “If Darren’s buying, we’re eating.”

“Oh…” Daniel nodded. “Okay, sure.”

Darren pulled Lee’s hand off Daniel’s shirt. “Mine,” he hissed warningly.

Lee pretended insult. Ben laughed. At the look on Lee’s face, Rick and the girls laughed, too.

Then Darren wrapped himself around Daniel’s arm, much like a girl clinging to her boyfriend.

“Meet you there,” Darren said as he guided Daniel to the car.

Soon they were all relaxing, laughing over pizza and drinks, and getting to know each other. Rick was from King’s Cross and had been playing drums since he was five. Charisse was from Toowong, singing in high school and college bands. Nadine was from Manly, and had received some training at the Academy of Vocal Arts Australia, in addition to singing backup to several covers bands around Sydney and Brisbane.

“Natalie’s mother said she’s doing well. She’s to be released the end of the week. I’d like to visit her before Friday,” Darren said after a moment’s silence.

Daniel nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. I’d like to see how she’s doing for myself.”

“Who’s Natalie?” Charisse asked.

“Third grade student from Boonah State School. Hurt in a terrible accident. Paralyzed from the waist down.” Darren replied.

“Oh my.”

“That happened about a month ago, I think. I remember reading about a young girl hit by a car. Very bad accident. How did you meet her?” Nadine asked.

“Coincidence, I think. Her teacher spotted me in a store a while back. Sweet girl. They were quite moved by the wheelchair. And quite happy, too,” he looked at Daniel now.

Daniel smiled without replying.

“I want to help pay their medical bills, Daniel. I think they need the help.”

“We can check when we go to the hospital, they should be able to tell us something.” Daniel suggested.

“You guys are amazing… it’ll be a pleasure working for you,” Charisse said with a smile.

Darren blushed. “We aren’t amazing,” Daniel replied quietly. “We help when we can, within reason.”

“Still, Charisse is right,” Rick spoke up.

“You’ll find out, it’s normal for them,” Ben spoke up. “They just don’t let the press know, so keep it under wraps.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“We should invite her to Rumba,” Lee said. “Backstage, the works.”

“That’s a good idea, Lee,” Darren smiled.

“Well, it’s getting late,” Nadine said. “What time tomorrow?”

“Maybe we can visit Natalie tomorrow. Meet at the studio at two?” Darren answered.

“Sounds good.”

“Okay.”

“See you then.”

“Dan, Dar, behave and we’ll see you tomorrow,” Ben winked.

“Home at last,” Daniel sighed with relief.

Darren grabbed Daniel from behind and pulled him close. “I’m so proud of you, Daniel,” he spoke softly in Daniel’s ear, kissed the back of his neck.

Daniel put his own arms over Darren’s, and leaned his head back on Darren’s shoulder. “It’s—I’m still nervous, sometimes…”

“I know. It’s like Paul said, I guess it’s still going to take time. And if we do go ahead with the tours, then in between you can still attend the clinics. Phase two, I think he called them?”

Turning in his arms, Daniel’s green eyes met his own. A hint of uncertainty clouding them. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“I thought you might be. And I won’t ask you to do this. I don’t want to lose you again.”

Daniel smiled gently, cupped Darren’s face in his hands, and gently caressed his cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to. I want to play again. I want to watch you shake your booty, and sing to me.”

“Well, in that case—”

Darren pulled away from Daniel, placed his hands on his hips, and exaggerated his movements as he moved toward the stairs.

“It’s getting late, Danny. If you want any, you’d better come along like a good boy.”

He continued to sway his hips side to side, while he listened to the sounds Daniel made as he stumbled up the stairs behind him.

“So, you like when I shake my bootay…” Darren’s voice dripped sensuality. He was looking over his shoulder as Daniel staggered into the bedroom, and wiggled his hips again for emphasis.

He ran his right hand over his jean-clad rear, still swaying his hips.

“And a fine arse it is, wouldn’t you say, Daniel?”

Daniel’s gaze was held by Darren’s fingers as they slowly caressed the curve of his rear.

“What do you think, Danny?” A little more sensuous writhing. “Is it worth watching? Do I keep it fit enough, you think?” He whispered huskily.

Daniel stood in the doorway, his eyes following Darren’s movements. Darren smiled, and chuckled lightly.

Daniel moved closer, his chest rising and falling noticeably. Darren rubbed both hands on his backside now, swaying like a dancer in a bar. He could just barely smell the alcohol on Daniel’s breath. Darren knew he wasn’t drunk. Indeed, he thought Daniel’s mild
intoxication may have actually helped him relax this evening.

Daniel’s eyes were still following Darren’s movements, unaware that Darren had slowly been turning him in circles. As his hands reached out for Darren’s, he wobbled slightly, and then fell towards Darren.

Darren qui spu spun and caught him under the arms, grinning as he watched Daniel blink and try to figure out what had just happened.

“Bit unsteady are we, Daniel?”

“Shouldn’t be…”

“But you know you shouldn’t try to pirouette when you’ve been drinking.”

“I wasn’t…”

“No,” Darren chuckled, “but I was.”

Daniel’s eyebrows rose, and he grinned crookedly. “That would explain it… then… wouldn’t it?”

His hands rose and grasped Darren’s face, as if trying to hold it steady. Then his face followed his hands and his lips were crashing into Darren’s, as his tongorceorced it’s way into Darren’s mouth. Daniel moaned and thrust his hips forward, causing their groins to meet roughly.

Darren moaned, and shivered from the contact. He moved Daniel back until his legs made contact with the bed, and his knees bent automatically at the contact.

He fell back onto the bed, pulling Darren down on top of him, with a light grunt. Darren wiggled a bit to extricate his arms, which had still been holding Daniel erect. Then he pushed himself up, and placed a hand on Daniel’s chest to hold him still.

Darren slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his hips swaying as he did so. Daniel’s mouth was still open, his harsh breathing audible in the still room.

Turning so his backside was facing Daniel, Darren turned his head so he could see Daniel out of the corner of his eye. Then he proceeded to slowly pull his shirt off, stopping to slide it side to side like a dancer’s boa, his hips still gyrating.

A slight whimper sounded from behind him, and he smiled, turning once again as he pulled his shirt off and twirled it, before dropping it on Daniel’s flushed face.

Daniel’s hands flew to the shirt—but instead of tossing it aside, as Darren expected, he pressed it close to his face and inhaled deeply. Next Darren straddled Daniel’s still bent legs, and ran his hands up under Daniel’s shirt.

“Oohh….” His low groan was partly swallowed by the shirt covering his face.

Darrollrolled his hips, and Daniel’s moan reverberated through his body. Then Darren pulled his hands back down, and began unbuttoning Daniel’s shirt. When he was finished he pushed the material aside, leaned over, and began lavishing attention to Daniel’s nipples.

A sharp intake of breath, and Daniel pulled the shirt from his face with one hand, while his other found Darren’s hair; his fingers sliding through it as he watched Darren with wide eyes.

“That feels so good…” he managed to gasp lightly, before he moaned again.

Darren smiled, and lay on Daniel’s chest to suck on his lower lip, rocking his hips as he did so.

“Oh, god… Dazza…” Daniel arched against him.

Placing his hands on Daniel’s chest, Darren pushed himself back up, then stood up, and took a step back. Staring deeply into Daniel’s lust-darkened emerald eyes, he let one hand roam over his chest, while the other moved over his groin, his hips moving in small circlnce nce again.

As he closed his eyes, and ran his tongue over his lips, he heard Daniel swallow loudly.

“Darren… Dazza… please…”

Darren opened his eyes again, and his voice was deep with desire when he spoke.

“Caress yourself, Daniel. Let me see how I make you feel…”

Daniel’s moan was closer to a whimper as his free hand brushed lightly over his chest, his other hand once again holding Darren’s shirt to his nose.

“Show me what you’d like to do when I’m onstage leaning my back against yours…”

Daniel’s fingertips moved to one of the nipples Darren had just sucked, and he moaned again as he squeezed it with his fingers.

“Can you feel my arse against yours, Daniel? Feel the vibration of my back against your back while I’m singing?”

He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down, not bothering to untie his shoes, as he pushed socks and shoes off with his pants.

Daniel’s eyes were closed as his fingers moved to the other nipple, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Darren leaned down, and stuck his tongue in Daniel’s navel, as his hands reached for the button of Daniel’s jeans.

“Ohh… Dazza… feels so good…”

“You like when I brush against you… onstage… don’t you…?”

“Mmm… yeah…”

Darren tugged on his jeans then, his fingers under the waistband of Daniel’s boxers, pulling them down with the jeans. Then he straddled Daniel’s legs again, and moaned loudly himself, as heated flesh met heated flesh.

He brought his hands to Daniel’s face; as he leaned down to kiss him again. This time Daniel did toss the shirt, as his long fingers entwined themselves in Darren’s hair, gently massaging his scalp as the kiss deepened.

Bodies moved, slowly at first. Hips rocked.

“Ohhh…”

“Mmm… ahhh…”

“Feels… so good…”

“Oh, my…”

“Don’t… stop…”

“Don’t…”

“Ohh…”

Voices caught, then moaned.

High and low, blending as one.

Then deep breathing as lungs struggled to return to normal.

“Dazza…”

“Hmmm…”

“My legs…”

“Oh… sorry…”

Moving very slowly, Darren managed to slide off Daniel, coming to rest with an “umph” on the floor, his forehead resting against Daniel’s lower legs.

Another large intake of breath, a sigh, and he managed to fumble enough to get Daniel’s shoes off. Then his socks.

“Put your hand down here, Danny.”

“Mmm…”

Darren smacked his bare thigh.

“Ow.. wha—?”

“I need a hand up.”

Daniel’s left hand appeared at the edge of the bed. Darren reached up. Clasped it with his right. Waited.

“Danny…”

“Danny…”

He tugged Daniel’s hand, and tried to lever himself up.

“Pull, Danny.”

He felt Daniel’s muscles tense, then relax, and he slid back to the floor, coming to rest on his back.

Taking a deep breath, he managed to roll over and push himself up on his hands and knees. Two crawling steps, and he grabbed the bedspread. Groaning and mumbling to himself, he managed to pull himself up.

‘Guess I’m going to have to get used to this performing, partying, and late-night lovemaking stuff again.’

Bracing himself, he put his hands under Daniel’s knees, and tugged sharply. Daniel’s legs came free of his pants, and Darren used the momentum to drop them onto the bed. Daniel automatically rolled onto his side, and began to snore lightly.

Another deep sigh. Darren felt like he’d had too much to drink. His head was fuzzy, and he could hardly keep his eyes open.

‘We really should shower first…’

But then they’d have to change the sheets, too.

Carefully shaking his head, Darren dropped onto the bed beside Daniel, fumbling the bedspread over them.

Yawning to himself, he snuggled up behind Daniel, put an arm around him, and drifted off to sleep.

…tbc…
A/N: After this chapter had been commited to posting at that other fan site, I found out that the Australian health care system is free. My apologies to anyone who enjoyed the chapter less because of that mistake.
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