Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 20
- 21
- 22
Tracey dropped us off at the pier, and hung around until the ship set sail. I love cruises, but the whole embarking process is a pain in the ass. The disaster drill freaked Darren out. I was glad when our bags found their way to our cabin. He was ecstatic about the flowers. You should’ve seen him at the Bon Voyage party. He was wearing more lei’s than anyone else. I could’ve predicted that. I also could’ve predicted “I love getting lei’d.” I’m glad he’s having a good time. The food is non-stop. At this rate, they’ll be rolling us off the ship after 2 weeks. The conga line was hilarious. Darren was yelling to Tracey down on the docks. Pretty much everyone was yelling. Once we were out of the harbor, and had stuffed our faces at afternoon tea, we decided to take a look around.

I always wonder if people recognize Darren, or if I’m just being paranoid? I mean, the boy is beautiful. I stared too, the first time I saw him. Maybe they’re thinking that since he’s on holiday, he wants to be left alone. This whole ‘married to a celebrity’ thing still freaks me out. When we’re home together, I tend to forget that he’s a public figure, unless we’re working on something career-related. It’s when we’re out in public together and people stare that I get a bit nervous. I cling to his hand a bit tighter. I never sought out this lifestyle. I was never impressed by celebrity. The man I fell in love with just so happens to be one, so I guess being his partner makes me a minor one too, by association? Whatever. I guess I’m being introspective. He’s perfectly comfortable being stared at, as long as people don’t intrude when we clearly want to be alone, like at dinner, for example. But if someone comes up and says hello, we’re fine with it. I should be used to it by now. It’s not like he gets pissy if someone doesn’t recognize him. Unless he thinks they ought to. Complicated stuff. I hope the people at our table aren’t assholes. What’s with me and this sudden attack of social anxiety?

“You alright, Rich?”
“Yeah. Just having a thought.”
“About...?”
“Wondering if people recognize you.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re not here on a publicity tour. This is our time. Try not to stress about it, because honestly, I’m not. I’m just on holiday with the man I love, so try not to think about it, okay?”
“Okay.”
“C’mere.”

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

“I love you.”
“I love you too, Baby.”
“Come on, the next level down is the shopping mall.”

One thing the man cannot resist is shopping.
He’s a magnet for collectible junk. We bought a few t-shirts for ourselves, and some for our nieces and nephews. Purple for Sarah, of course. And a coffee mug, to replace the one I accidentally broke last week. Uh oh. Darren found the gourmet chocolate shop. I follow, lugging the bags.

“Richard, look at this!”

I have to laugh. This store actually has a ‘Fun Chocolate Stuff for Lovers’ section. I’m in trouble now. Okay, I have to buy this: a 4-pack of body paint in different flavors. Complete with two little paint brushes.
Darren and I had the same thought: “Chocolate jelly beans!”
He also got this box of truffles that amounts to more calories per bite than most people eat in a week, but who cares? He’ll burn it off. Not like I don’t plan on overeating on this cruise, either. I’m going to enjoy every bite. Besides, sex counts as exercise, doesn’t it? And we’ll be walking around the islands as well, so it’s not like we’re just lying about, stuffing our faces and sun-bathing.

We spent a couple of hours in the shops before returning to our cabin with our treasures. The ship’s newspaper was under our door, with a list of the evening’s activities. Tonight, after dinner, we’re going to a comedy show that includes audience participation. Darren’s a bit unsure about it, but I told him we could sit in back. Besides, I’m the one that’s going to look silly if I do the dress-up thing. Which he knows nothing about. (smiles)
Tonight’s dinner is casual, but we’re still going to shower and change. I can’t help but notice that the shower is about the size of a phone booth. No way two grown men would fit in there together. Or is there? It’d be cozy, that’s for sure. Maybe we’ll try it, just for fun, later. For now, I’m going first, because I take quick showers. He takes forever. I’ll be dressed before he’s halfway done. How many times does he have to rinse off, anyway? Oh well. If it makes him happy...

I smile to myself as he’s singing in there. Just think...two whole weeks of gourmet meals, and I don’t have to cook one of them. (smiles)

“Hey , Darren?”
“What?”
“Did it occur to you that half the deck can hear you singing?”

He laughs. Not trying to attract attention? Yeah, right! We even packed those cheesy 80's outfits from my birthday party, just in case there’s a Retro Night.
Let’s see if he notices that I’m wearing the new cologne I just bought. He will. He misses nothing. I think I look pretty good tonight. Just incase I get dragged up on stage during this show. I finish getting ready as he’s getting out of the shower. He comes up behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder. We look at our reflection in the mirror and laugh. I turn to face him.

“You look damn good in a towel, Darren. Even better out of the towel.”
“We can just skip dinner and get right down to it,” he offers with a smile.
“Uh, no. I’m hungry, Luv.”

He laughs.

“I know. Couldn’t hurt to ask, could it?”

He puts his arms around me.

“You look stunning, Darling. And you smell incredible. Is that the new stuff? I love it!”
“I knew you’d notice. Thank you.”
“You know what would be great? Put a drop of it right over your heart. It will diffuse the scent.”
“I just got dressed. I don’t feel like taking this all off.”
“You don’t have to. Just unbutton your shirt. Here, I’ll do it for you. There. Now put a drop right...here. In fact...let me.”

I look into his eyes as he puts a drop on his fingers and runs them down my chest before sniffing them and closing his eyes.

“Huge turn-on, Rich. You’re gonna have every boy within ten feet throwing themselves at you.”
“I doubt it, but thank you anyway,” I reply as I button up my shirt.
“You watch. I’m gonna have to keep them at bay with a stick. Everyone’s gonna be looking to steal my man.”

I laugh.

“I’ve never in my life had to beat off suitors with a stick.”
“I’m telling you, Baby. You look delectable. How can everyone not notice my gorgeous boyfriend? I’m gonna be showing you off tonight. Look all you want, fellas. He’s taken.”
“I could say the same, Darren.”

He smiles. I have to kiss him. He just looks too delicious, standing there half-dressed. I run my hands from his chest to his shoulders and back again. His skin is warm from the shower. He groans softly as we kiss, and takes my hands in his.

“I can’t wait to love you all up tonight,” he whispers.
“Hmm...me neither,” I reply.

He pulls me close against him, and we close our eyes and just hold each other for a few minutes.

“Never let me go, Darren.”
“I never will. You know that.”

One more kiss, and we reluctantly step back from each other so he can finish getting dressed. I’m starting to get a bit of a headache because my blood sugar is dropping. Luckily, dinner starts in twenty minutes. Maybe one of those 1000-calorie truffles will raise it, temporarily.

“May I have one, Darren? I’m crashing.”
“Of course.”

I close my eyes and savor the explosion of sweetness. Too good. He turns around.

“How do I look, Richard?”

I study him and smile.

“Lovely. Absolutely beautiful, Darren.”

We grab our room keys and head for the grand ballroom.

“I’m telling you, Darling, we are the A-List ‘It’ Couple.”

I roll my eyes and laugh, taking his hand as we nod hello to other couples we pass in the narrow hallways. As we get to the ballroom, they’re just opening the doors for the late dinner service. The room is huge, about three levels of seats, and a chandelier that could put the Titanic to shame.

“Wow. Wouldn’t that look nice in our dining room?”, he contemplates.
“Yeah, except it’s practically the size of our whole dining room!”

Now that I think of it, maybe we ought to get a nicer one.

“Think we should get a new one, D? Something like that, but on a smaller scale, perhaps?”

He shrugs.

“We could, if you’d like. We’ll look into it when we get home, okay?”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too, Sweetie.”

There are three other couples at our table, and introductions are made.
If anyone knows who Darren is, they aren’t letting on. The couple next to us, Karl and Victor, are younger guys, in their mid-20's. I thought I noticed German accents, and when they started conversing in German, I couldn’t help but smile. My Mum spoke German to us as children, but only in the house. It was strictly English in public. Darren knows this, but I don’t think he’s ever heard me speak it, except to teach him the occasional word or phrase. So when I told them, in German, that I was fluent, Darren was speechless. They were excited to meet someone else that they could converse with. I translated our conversation to Darren. I told them that my mother came to England from Austria to escape the war as a child. Turns out that Victor is English, but met Karl in Germany as an exchange student, and decided to stay and finish his studies there. What a romantic story! We told them how we met at a party, and it was pretty much love at first sight for both of us. Karl graduated last year, and Victor graduates next month. Ironically, they both majored in graphic design. When I tell them what I do, their eyes light up. I offer to show them some stuff tomorrow on my laptop.
The food is incredible. Just seeing the happiness on Darren’s face means everything to me. He reaches a hand up to my face.

“I love you, Darren.”
“I love you, Darling."

Victor and Karl smile. In German, Victor says we’re a lovely couple. I thank him.

“Translation, please?”
“Victor just said we’re a lovely couple.”
“Tell him thank you.”
“Already did.”

Victor switches to English.

“I’m English, Darren. I just speak German so Karl doesn’t feel left out. But he’s learning. Right, Karl?”

He nods.

“I...like...your music.”
“You know who I am?”

He smiles and nods. Darren blushes. I can tell that one of the couples at our table is trying to figure out who Darren is without coming right out and asking.

“What’s your favorite song?”, Darren asks Karl.

Victor translates.

“Casey.”

They high-five.

“Richard, you did the video for ‘Words’?”
“I did.”
“We thought it was totally cool. The symbolism was awesome.”
“Thank you. We both came up with the idea together. We’ve got a DVD coming out later this year with animated videos for the cd.”

Their eyes light up. We start talking about the different programs I use. Meanwhile, dessert is being served. You should’ve seen the look on Darren’s face. It was a little pastry swan sitting in a pool of chocolate. At the same time, we both said, “The crane!” and started laughing. People must have thought we were crazy. I made arrangements with the boys to meet them tomorrow in the internet lounge and show them some stuff. We exchange mobile numbers. Darren and I are off to this comedy show, thoroughly stuffed from this five-course dinner. This comedian’s whole routine revolves around the gay lifestyle. He was fucking hilarious! We were in tears from laughing so hard. He comes out with this list: “The Top Ten Stupidest Things Straight People Ask Gay People”. And number one was, “So, which one of you is the woman?” The whole place was cheering. Then he comes into the crowd. Darren grabs my hand and tries to appear inconspicuous.

“Alright, show of hands. How many of your partners are obsessed with something?”

Here we go. He starts asking people what their partner’s obsession is. One bloke said, “He’s in love with Captain Jack Sparrow.”

“Have you seen the size of his sword? I’m in love with him too!”

Another guy was addicted to his X-Box. Then he gets to us.

“He’s obsessed with all things Star Wars.”
“Honey, it’s the ultimate gay man’s fantasy: men waving huge light sabers at each other.”

Darren almost peed himself. He picked a few more of us out and had us go backstage, where the wardrobe and makeup team dressed us up as our partner’s obsession. I didn’t even need the Princess Leia buns. They had extensions, and wigs and such. I thought I looked pretty scary as Princess Leia with facial hair. The Jack Sparrow guy was incredible. Then he had our partners sitting on stage, and brought us out one by one. Darren’s jaw hit the floor.

“Oh. My. God. Richard, you look so cute!”

I’ve really only done the drag thing once or twice for a few glam parties back at university, but I must admit, the makeup artist made my eyes look good. Can’t say much for the hair and the gown, though. It was worth it just to see Darren’s face. On the way back to our cabin, I felt a bit silly, and couldn’t wait to get out of the whole get-up.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, Luv.”

Finally! I can get out this thing!

“Rich? Do me a favor? You can lose the hair and the dress, but leave the makeup on?”
“Why?”
“Because your beautiful eyes look amazing.”
“Will it get me loved up?”
“Totally.”
“Alright then.”

He pulls me into his arms and holds my face in his hands, pausing to look into my eyes and whisper “Gorgeous” just before he kisses me. Maybe it’s the rocking of the ship, but I feel so lightheaded all of a sudden. I hold onto him tighter. We’re trying to move towards the bed and not trip over suitcases, but there’s not much room in here. We end up sprawling over each other in a tangle of limbs, but at least we land on the bed, laughing. He’s flat on his back, and I’m laying across him. He flips us over so he’s on top; his favorite position.

“Mmm...Rich...you smell so good. I just want to devour you.”

When he starts kissing my neck, all rational thought goes out the window...er...porthole. Whatever you call it. As long as he doesn’t stop. He’s unbuttoning my shirt, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin as he uncovers it. My brain is turning to mush and oozing out my ears.

“Darren...that feels...mmm...you’re gonna leave marks all over me.”
“Hmm...so what?”
“I’ll look like I got done by a giant octopus.”

He giggles.

“I’ll just have to suck on you where no one can see the marks.”
“Promise?”

He sits up to take his own shirt off, and I take to returning the favor, covering his chest with love bites. He closes his eyes, smiling as I’m sucking on one nipple and stroking the other.

“(gasp) Yes...right there...Richard...”

His head falls back, and his fingers are in my hair. He’s whispering, in between gasps.

“Oh God, Richard...my cock is throbbing.”
“Mine too, Darren.”
“Touch it, please Baby. Want you...so bad...ohh...”

I’m sure they’ve heard him moan clear down the hall as I wrap my fingers around him. I’ve got to get these trousers off. I’m aching for his touch. We shed the remainder of our clothes. Much better. I reach for his hand and guide it to where I need it most, then kiss him passionately. We’re laying on our sides, facing each other, our legs intertwined, thrusting into each other’s hands. He breaks the kiss.

“Richard, in the bag on the floor. Can you reach it?”

I roll over and fish the lube out of the travel bag.

“Give it here.”

At first I’m thinking he’s going to lay me back and shag me through the floor, but tonight he’s got other ideas.

“Give me your hands, Darling.”

He squeezes some into both our hands, and we go back to stroking each other, then we get very close together, so they’re sliding against each other, and wrap our hands around both of them together.

Oh God...the heat...the friction...I’m gonna explode.

“Darren...I’m gonna come!”

I’m trembling, and I open my eyes and look into his.
He’s breathing hard too, and he slows down to prolong it.

“Ohh Richard...I love you so much, Baby. I love what you’re doing to me.”
“So close. Darren, I’m so close.”

He’s trying to time it so we climax together.

“Ooh yeah Rich, harder! Right there, Baby! Oh God...”

He was saving the best for last, and as he reached his peak, he put both thumbs on me right below the head, and rubbed in little circles, going in opposite directions. Someone heard me, I’m sure, because I came so hard, I was afraid I was shooting machine-gun fire and killing Darren, who was moaning just as loudly.
I’m almost afraid to open my eyes. No blood. Whew! A complete mess, but no blood. Darren’s lying there with his arm across his forehead, lost in outer space. He opens one eye and picks his head up.

“You alright, Darlin’?”
“Perfect. I was afraid I’d hurt you. Did I?”
“No. That was the loudest I’d ever heard you get during sex. Was it good?”
“Unreal.”

He lays back down.

“Good. I’m so sleepy.”
“Me too, but I’m gonna clean up this mess before there’s not a dry spot left in this whole bed.”

I grab a towel from the loo and wipe off the mess from us both, before returning to bed to snuggle with Darren. He’s already halfway to dreamland. I listen to his breathing and feel the ship rocking, and I’m asleep in five minutes.
- 20
- 21
- 22
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

Darren and Richard