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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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After dinner, Karl and Victor agree to meet us at our room at 10:45, and we all walk together down to the beach. I feel better, because suppose those creeps want to kidnap us or something? At least this way, they’d be outnumbered.

“Oh relax, Richard!”, Darren urges. “I don’t think between the three of them, they’ve got enough brains to shoplift a pack of chewing gum.”

“And besides”, Victor adds, “I don’t think they’re violent, just really dorky.”

We can hear the music blasting from blocks away. Darren looks cute in his Hawaiian shirt, I observe.

“You ought to have a drink, Richard. It’ll help you relax,” Darren suggests.
“Perhaps I will.”

When we reach the party, there’s already a good-sized crowd there, with more arriving behind us. There’s a volleyball game going on, and plenty of flaming Tiki-torches everywhere. I’ll pass on the volleyball. Some of the blokes playing are kinda cute, but I was never really into the athletic type. Just looking.

“See something you like, Rich?”, Darren jokes.
“Eh. If you like jocks, I guess there’s plenty of eye candy, but I prefer a man who can carry a conversation as opposed to a ball.”

Too late, I realized I just opened the door for a cheeky remark from Darren. He grins wickedly.

“Go ahead, say it. I’m waiting.”
“Say what, Darling?”, Darren replies, innocently.
“Whatever crude reference to ‘balls’ you were about to utter.”

He just laughs.

“You know me too well, Richard.”
“I’d like to think so by now, yes,” I reply.
“Want something to drink?”, he asks, looking in the direction of the bar.
“Um...get me a rum and coke if you’re going there, Luv.”
“Be right back, Darlin’.”

Karl and I, meanwhile, grab some empty chairs for ourselves and our boys, around a small table. Darren and Victor return with the drinks.

“Thank you, Luv.”
“Where’s my tip?”, Darren retorts.
“In your shorts,” Victor fires back with a grin.
“No, more like ‘in Richard’s shorts’, Darren counters.
“Hey! Let’s leave my shorts out of this, yeah?”

I take a sip. Whew, this drink is strong! Couple of these and I’ll definitely be tipsy.
One of Darren’s old favorite songs comes on.

“Dance with me, Richard.”
“Alright, but I’m keeping the drink with me. Wouldn’t want someone to slip something into it.”

Victor laughs.

“You’re paranoid.”
“Perhaps, but better safe than sorry.”

I still manage to dance with D without sloshing any on him. Vic and Karl are holding hands and leaning into each other as they watch us. Once the next song comes on, they join us.

“You guys are good dancers,” Karl observes.
“Aw, thanks, Gorgeous!”, Darren responds with a wink.

He’s such a shameless flirt!
Oh, don’t look now, but the Three Stooges just arrived, and are gawking at the blokes playing volleyball. Nice to see them ogling someone else for a change.

“Looks like your friends over there didn’t have much luck at the singles’ mixer”, Vic observes.

“Why am I not surprised?”, I reply.

At the moment, I’m pleasantly relaxed, so I’m not concerned about their presence. I’m enjoying the loud music, the whirl of bodies, and Darren’s warm arm around me. Through the noise, I am vaguely aware of some drunken sot making cat-calls, but not at me, thankfully, and it’s far enough away that I don’t pay attention to it, until an all-out brawl erupts five minutes later, and there’s a commotion by the court.

Apparently, the Stooges couldn’t hold their liquor or their tongues, and were harassing some big beefy jock’s boyfriend. Punches and bodies started flying, and all of a sudden, the beach is swarming with cops. To my utter glee, the drunk and disorderly Stooges, along with the jock that threw the first punch, and his boyfriend, are all hauled off in squad cars, along with a number of witnesses to the meleeʹ. I’m relieved that we weren’t in the middle of that. I am aware of Darren’s arms around me as we watch the crowd disperse around the incident, and the music starts cranking again.

“You alright, Richard?”, he whispers in my ear.
“Yes, I’m fine, Luv, thank you.”
“We’re gonna go for a little walk”, Darren announces.
“Where to, Luv?”, I ask.

He smiles.
Oh yeah. That.

“Going to claim your tip then, Darren?”, Vic asks with a wink.

Darren giggles.

“I just might.”
“Have fun. We’ll see you blokes later, yeah?”

I finish my drink and take Darren’s hand as we follow the shoreline away from the crowd, to where it bends into a series of coves. We come upon several limestone formations. Even in the moonlight, they’re simply breathtaking! We would be completely hidden here, unless someone went to the trouble of looking behind the formations. The moonlight filters through down to the sand. Darren and I smile at one another. We pile our shirts and shoes on one of the rocks, and sit on the warm sand, watching the water just a few feet away. The tide will be coming in soon, so we can’t linger too long.

“Is this how you pictured it?”, Darren asks.
“Even prettier.”
“Just like you,” he whispers, as he reaches a hand up to my face, and leans in for a kiss.

I smile and rest my forehead against his, tracing circles on his leg with my finger. He lays back in the sand and pulls me down on top of him. I love seeing him in the moonlight, and feeling his skin against mine. I just breathe and look into his eyes.

“How would you like me to love you, My Darling?”, he whispers, as he’s about to kiss me.

We just let it build for a few minutes, our bodies very close together. I’m very apprehensive about getting totally naked when there’s still the remote possibility of being discovered. Darren offers a few options: either we stand in the water and do like we practised, or we lie here and keep our suits on, but let certain bits peek out over the waistbands, and, well, you get the picture. I choose Option #2. It’s closer to how I’ve fantasized it, and the water is just barely coming in around us. Feeling the water and the breeze on parts of me that aren’t used to being uncovered out-of-doors sends a shiver up my spine. He closes his eyes too. I’m sure he feels it as well. He whispers to me as we move together. He’s on top, basically in the missionary position, and we’re just moving together against each other, holding each other close, kissing, groaning, glancing around.
I have dreamt of this moment for so long!
He reaches between us to touch me directly. My head falls back on the sand.

“Darren...”
“Touch me too, Richard,” he whispers, “I need to feel you touching me. Mmm yeah, that’s it...”, he groans.

We look into each other’s eyes, our breath coming in gasps. We kiss one more time, and as I increase the pressure while I’m stroking him, he breaks the kiss with a groan.

“I’m coming, Richard! Aaahh yeah...”

He shudders, splattering his release on both of us. That’s okay; he’s about to get blasted with mine. God, it’s sexy to watch him come! I’m just about there myself.

“Come for me, Baby, like I just did for you,” he coaxes.

I glance down at his hand wrapped around me.

“Put your thumb on...”
“Here?”, he interjects.

I nod, holding my breath.

“Let it go for me, Baby. That’s it, Richard.”
“Oh God, that feels so good...Darren!”

He doesn’t take his hand away until I touch it with my own. We hold onto each other, letting the water wash away the mess we’ve made. It's so relaxing, just feeling the ebb and flow of the tide washing over us. My beautiful Love just made my dream come true.

“We did it, Richard,” he smiles.
“Hmm...yeah.”
“Was it what you’d hoped for?”, he asks.
“Yes. It was lovely. I wish I could capture this moment in time forever.”
“Maybe we can. I’ve got an idea.”

We re-arrange ourselves and stand up. Holding hands, we walk into the water, about waist-deep, and hold onto each other, just relaxing ,before we endeavor to walk back up the beach.

“You were saying?”, I ask, as we put our shirts back on.
“What if we re-enact it and have Karl and Victor take pictures of us?”
“What?! Darren, are you barking mad? No way!”

He laughs.

“I don’t mean to have them take pictures of us having sex, just lying in the sand kissing. Just to re-capture the mood.”

I re-consider.

“Well, maybe. It’s too dark tonight.”
“Tomorrow at sunset. And only with OUR cameras. We’ll have the only copies. We don’t want them ending up on the internet.”
“Alright.”

We re-join the party. The crowd is considerably thinner. I don’t see our friends. They must’ve gone back to the ship. I’m pretty tired; I think we’ll head back soon as well.

“One more drink before we go, Sweetheart?”, Darren asks.
“Just water for me, thanks.”

I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. Making love twice in one day really takes it out of you. I’m gonna sleep well tonight. Darren hands me the bottle and sits facing me.

“Here you go.”
“Thank you.”

I close my eyes, sighing and smiling.

How do you feel?”, he asks.
“Peaceful. And a bit gritty. I think I’ve got sand in unnatural places.”

He laughs.

“You’re too cute. We can shower back in the room.”

He reaches for my hand.

“I hope I made it good for you. I tried.”
“You did. It was beautiful, Darren. Lying the sand with you, the moonlight...It was magical.”
“I’m glad.”

He pats my knee.

“Ready to go back, Sweetie?”

I yawn.

“Yes, I am.”

With our arms around each other, we trudge up the hill toward the main road, softly singing ‘Truly Madly Deeply’ to each other. That song’s going to have a new meaning for us from now on.
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