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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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At the chocolate factory, Darren was like a kid in a candy store. Literally. He was fascinated by the whole process, and he sampled everything! I kept calling him “Augustus Klug”. You know, the kid in “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” who couldn’t stop eating and ended up in the incinerator. The only thing missing was chocolate all over his face.
I kept thinking to myself, “Oh dear! All this sugar is going to have him extremely hyperactive before long.” Fortunately, he burned off most of the energy while we walked around. This afternoon, we’re going to the beach. He can bring a little plastic pail and shovel, and play with the other children while I relax in a hammock! When he gets all hyper, and starts acting like a child, sometimes I feel very parental. More like his father than his partner, but usually he’s rather amusing in that mode. And he did promise to lie with me in the hammock once his sugar buzz wore off.
This beach was entirely different than the last. Instead of limestone formations, there were palm trees, and tufts of tall grass, and plants with huge red flowers. I was loving it! He went for a swim in the ocean while I read. I did notice that the sand was very fine and powdery. It felt like baby powder. Or powdered sugar, maybe? I could get used to this. I finished my book, finally, and put it back in our bag, then I tried to pick out Darren from among the countless other bodies in the water. Oh well, he’s down there somewhere. I think when he comes back, I’ll tell him I’d like a hammock, in addition to the hot tub I’ve already asked for. I take my relaxation seriously. Here he comes now. As I watch him walk out of the water, I’m observing how the droplets on his skin reflect the sunlight. Sexy boy. I suddenly can’t wait for him to be beside me, so I can touch him. I peer at him over the top of my sunnies.

“You oughta go in for a swim, Richard. It’s really warm.”
“I might. Wanna share my hammock? It’ll cost you,” I tease.
“Uh oh. How much?”
“A kiss. And one of these for our back garden when we get home,” I reply.
“Is that all? Done!”, he agrees.
“I can get one?”
“What, a kiss or a hammock?”

I smirk back at him.

“Fine then! Find your own!”

He starts laughing.

“But Darling...I love you...”, he whinges. “I said we’d get one, and I can’t kiss you if I can’t reach you.”

I relent.

“Okay.”

I move over so he can join me. For a moment, I fear he’s going to flip us both out onto the sand, but he settles in, and I snuggle up to him.

“Would you like your kiss now, Darling?”, he whispers.

“Yes, I would,” I whisper back, gazing at his mouth.

If he doesn’t watch out, he’s going to have a horny boy on his hands! When he finally does kiss me, I won’t let him break it. I keep kissing him back. He groans softly and pulls me closer, taking up the challenge. Satisfied, I softly pull back a bit. He leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.

“Mmm...that was nice, Baby. I love you so much."
“I love you too, Darren. Kiss me again?”
“Easy this time, Rich. We don’t need to get all turned on in broad daylight.”
“Alright.”

I settle for soft, gentle kisses this time. I’ll pounce on him later.

“You look tired, Darren.”
“I am. I think I’m crashing from all the sugar I ate. Will you watch over me if I fall asleep?”

Just the way he says it makes me feel a flood of love for him. I hold onto him tighter.

“Close your eyes, Sweetheart,” I whisper as I kiss his forehead, “I’ll be right here.”

He smiles.

“One more kiss, then I’ll let you rest.”

He agrees, and gives me a nice, juicy one. Oh, sure, he’s taking a nap, and I’m getting horny! Great!

“Hold me until I fall asleep, then you can cool off in the water if you’d like,” he says, sleepily.

“Yes, but if I take a dip and come back here all wet and snuggle up to you, I’ll wake you,” I protest.

“Nah, you won’t. I’ll just curl up around you,” he happily replies.

“Close your eyes”, I whisper, as I run my fingers through his wet hair.

I keep stroking his face, fighting the urge to kiss him, but I promised I’d let him rest. There’s always tonight. I guess my relaxation techniques worked, because he was asleep not five minutes later. I stay with him for few minutes to make sure he’s really asleep, before quietly getting up from the hammock so as not to wake him. Satisfied that he’s off to dreamland, I make my way down to the water. Even as I wade into the surf, about waist-deep, surrounded by people, I’m visualizing us in the water together. I stare off into the distance at the endless expanse of blue-green water, picturing Darren and I kissing, with our arms wrapped around each other, until a large swell knocks me over. Surfacing, I’m coughing up sea-water as nearby children laugh. That’s what I get for losing myself in a daydream. I trudge back up the beach, feeling the sun drying the water on my skin, and scan the row of hammocks for the one that contains Darren. I locate him and approach quietly, trying to climb into the hammock without disturbing him. He opens his sleepy eyes.

“Hi. Back so soon?”
“I missed you.”
“Aw...”

He smiles and holds his arms out to me. I happily snuggle up to him, and close my eyes. Now I can resume my pleasant daydream, listening to the sound of the waves breaking, and the laughter of children. This is the life: snuggled up with Darren, all cozy in a hammock on a Caribbean beach. Now, where was I? Oh yes, in Darren’s arms, waist-deep in the water, getting one of those incredible kisses, feeling him pull me close against his body. My heart is racing at the very thought. I guess he felt it, because it woke him up.

“Rich? You alright? Why’s your heart beating so fast?”

I smile.

“Because I was imagining you were kissing me.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Turn around”, he mumbles, and I face away from him as he spoons his body around mine, his arm encircling my waist.
“You’re breathing on me, Darren!”
“Oh, for the love of...is that better?”
“Yeah.”

Maybe I’d better think about something else. Wait, now I can feel his heart beating if I lie very still. Maybe I’ll count his heartbeats until I fall asleep. I try, but it’s short-lived. His heartbeat reminds me of the rhythm of something else, and my thoughts drift back to sex. I can’t help it, alright?! Guys are preoccupied with sex, no matter if they’re attracted to women or men. He’s just as bad as I am, if not worse. I just think about it all the time. He actually verbalizes his thoughts. The trick is to both be thinking about it at the same time, which, given us, isn’t hard to do. (laughs) See, one naughty thought leads to another. Oh bloody hell, I can’t sleep! I turn over onto my back. He’s on his side, facing me. Snoring. I reach under the hammock for our bag and fish out my iPod. That’ll drown him out. Or so I’d hoped, but all the iPod serves to do is provide background music for my naughty thoughts. Maybe I should just find the loo and take care of things. Or...I could wake my boy up, and we could go back to the ship. I sigh. Instinctively, his arms go out to pull me closer. Even without opening his eyes, he can sense my mood.

“What’s wrong, Rich? You’re restless,” he asks, quietly.
“Oh, I just...well...”

He opens his eyes.

“Well?”
“Being so close to you keeps getting me in the mood, and I can’t do a damned thing about it. I want you, Darren.”

He smiles.

“I can’t just love you up here and now, Hon. Sorry.”
“I know that, but it’s hard to relax when I’m dying to touch you. I can’t help it if I’m madly in love with you and desire you every minute of the day, can I?”

He looks into my eyes.

“Let’s go back to the ship. I’ve suddenly got an overwhelming urge to love you.”

I smile. Damn, I’m good!

“Yay!”
“Richard?”
“What?”
“This.”

He kisses me until my whole body is just aching for him, and I break the kiss, breathing hard.

“Aw, play fair, Darren! How am I supposed to walk around like this? It’s mortifying!”
“I could fetch you a bucket of water and dump it on you to cool you off”, he retorts sarcastically.
“Oh, big help you are!”, I snap back.
“Alright then...see that really ugly bloke over there in the Speedo, with the huge gut and the man-boobs down to his navel? Picture him naked and waiting for you.”
“That’s disgusting!”

But it worked. I was instantly un-aroused.

“It worked! You’re a genius, Darren!”
“Come on then, let’s go back before you pitch another tent.”

We hastily gather our things and catch the next shuttle back to the dock. Was I this bad as a teenager? No, I don’t think so. I’m worse now, but then I wasn’t head-over-heels in love with anyone during high school. It seems that lately, I can think of nothing else except Darren. Naked. Loving me. And multiple variations thereof. The more I have of him, the more I want him. I wonder if he wants me as much? He’s got his arm around me as we ride back. I know he’s trying to read my expression, but I’m really good at not showing what I’m thinking when I want to be.

“Everything alright?”, he asks quietly.

I just nod and lean into him a bit.

“I can’t read you.”
“I know.”
“Should I be worried about that?”
“Nothing bad, Darren, relax.”
“You can’t tell me?”
“I will when we get to the room.”

He can’t take the suspense.

“Text me.”

I roll my eyes and pull my mobile from the bag, and text the little worry-wart:

“All I ever think about lately is sex with you.”
He replies: “And this is bad how?”
“I was just wondering if you’re thinking the same thing.”
“Most of the time, yes. When I’m not worrying about something stupid.”
“Ok. I can live with that.”

I put my phone away, and we smile at each other as the van pulls up to the dock. Darren takes my hand as I step out, and without making it obvious, we waste no time in heading to our cabin. He locks the door and puts out the “DO NOT DISTURB” placard on the handle.

“Now, My Love, tell me. Are you worried that I’m thinking about someone else?”
“Not at all. Just wondering if you want me all the time, like I want you?”
“Of course I do!”
“Are you thinking about anyone else?”
“Richard...you’re my life. Who else would I possibly want?”

I shrug.

“I dunno.”
“No one, you little shit!”
“Sorry D. Moment of insecurity.”
“Come lie with me, Darling”, he says as he steps out of his swimsuit.

I pause a moment to look at him, lying naked on the bed, reaching his arms out to me. I can’t get undressed fast enough. Part of my brain is screaming, “Pounce on him!”, but the other half tells me to take it slowly and savor every touch, every kiss, every sound that comes out of his mouth.

“I think I’m obsessed with you, Darren.”
“Considering we’re married, that’s probably a good thing.”

We lie on our sides, facing each other. We lean in to kiss, and we each have a hand on the other’s hip. I move my fingers closer to his manhood, but don’t touch him there yet. He’s squirming for more contact. I love the color of his...(laughing)
Well I do! Rusty brown-ish.

“Yeah I know”, he quips, “you could get lost in that thicket!”
“I’m not complaining, Luv. I rather like it.”
“I know I’m hairy. Do you ever wish I wasn’t?”
“Nope, not at all. Don’t change a thing. You know how you think facial hair is sexy? Well, I think body hair is sexy. I love every curl and wisp on your body. And I love how it feels against my skin. You’re just a sexy beast.”

He laughs.

“So are you. Know what I love? This little patch of chest hair.”
“Hey, don’t pull too hard! I need all three of those.”

His eyes go back and forth between my body and his. What feature is he comparing? He giggles.

(smiling)“What, Darren?”
“I wonder whose belly button is deeper, yours or mine?”
“Who cares?”
“Just curious. Okay, if I stick my pinky into mine, it goes in up to here. Now yours.
“That tickles! Darren, let me know if you strike oil in there.”

We’re both laughing.

“Oh my God!”, he exclaims, “Yours is like, a bottomless pit!”
“Careful Luv, there’s a monster in there that’s going to suck you in. He lives there during the day, and at night, he crawls under the bed, waiting to drag small children to their doom.”

He’s hysterical with laughter.

“Honey, the only thing in there is lint!”
“Is not! Ow, get your fingers out of there! Leave my bottomless pit alone!”
“Where’s my mobile? I need a light.”
“Whatthefuckfor?”
“To excavate.”
“Darren, you are not shining a light into my belly button to search for the monster!”
(Through his laughter) “I just want to see if I can see to the bottom of it.”
“How ‘bout if I stick my fingers up your nose to see if I can touch your brain?”, I fire back.
“No chance. Too small.”

He produces his mobile. Very well. Maybe I can get some loving after he’s gone spelunking in my belly button. He can’t stop laughing.

“Find Jimmy Hoffa in there, or just your missing socks from the laundry?”

I’ve got a million one-liners. I can keep going as long as he can. I do love his laughter, even if it’s at the expense of my allegedly-cavernous navel. I roll my eyes.

“Are you quite through down there?”, I quip, “Because if you are, other bits are needing attention.”

His eyes meet mine, and he tosses his mobile aside as he takes me into his mouth. I’ve waited all bloody day for this!

“Oh yeah, Darren...”, I whisper, “Mmm...just like that...”

He reaches a hand up to hold mine. I think he can tell how close I’m getting by how hard I squeeze his hand. Being in his mouth feels exquisite. It’s almost a contest at this point, between him, determined to undo me with every suck and lick, and me, determined to last as long as possible in the face of his pleasuring. At the moment, he’s winning. I’m surrendering, letting go of trying to hold back, and just closing my eyes and savoring every sensation. He stops for just a moment to rest, and gazes up at me. Breathing hard, I open my eyes.
Paused to resume, he gives me a playful smile as he flicks his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot.

“Bloody hell, Darren, you know what that does to me!”

He’s gotten better at taking me pretty far into his mouth. I’m fighting the urge to thrust, to get as much of my length into his mouth as possible, but I really don’t have to, because he’s doing all the work, going up and down, and sucking hard all the while.

“Gonna come, Baby! Don’t stop...aaahh...Darren...!”

He keeps sucking, even as I’m exploding in his mouth. That felt so good! My head is spinning. He lets go slowly, and licks every drop off me, before dragging his arm across his mouth. He immediately stretches out beside me and pulls me into his arms.

“Want me to kiss you so you can taste yourself?”, he asks.
“Yes. Kiss me, Darren. Don’t hold back.”

I’m feeling particularly randy this time. I pull him to me, and he doesn’t protest when I stick my tongue in his mouth. He just meets it and kisses back. Ooh, I love it when he sucks a bit while he’s kissing me! We’re both moaning. He’s got to be really horny by now. I let him come up for air. He leans his forehead against mine.

“Mmm...you were bloody amazing, Darren. Thank you so much for loving me up so thoroughly.”
“You’re welcome, Darlin’. I enjoyed it too.”
“And how would you have me do you, Angel? Anything you’d like.”
“Anything, huh? Do you like tasting yourself in my mouth?”

I smile and blush a little.

“Yeah, I guess. I was curious if we both tasted the same.”
“Do we?”
“Not quite. Almost. Actually depends on what you’ve eaten.”
“I knew that. I did. Really.”
“I believe you, Luv. Have you decided?”
“I think...I would love to have you suck me like I did you. Would you?”
“Lie back.”
“Oh goody!”

I take a deep breath and go for it, but before I do, I look into his eyes, which are clouded with desire.

“I love you, Darren.”
“I love you too, Baby. Ooh...Richard...”

I try that flutter move on him; you know, the one that makes my toes curl when he does it to me. He gasps. He definitely has different sensitive spots than me. How about if I...

“Mmm...right there...”

I’m concentrating on the head. That’s where he’s the most sensitive. I’m making him moan just flicking my tongue over the slit.

“Wait, Baby. Stop for a minute.”
“Did I do something wrong, Darren?”
“Not at all, it feels awesome. I just changed my mind about what I’d like. Come up here beside me. You can just use your hand down there. I need your mouth up here.”

I give him a passionate kiss before doing what he really likes: sucking on his nipples. If you thought he was moaning before, you should’ve heard him once I did that. He had his head back and his eyes closed, and he was moaning with reckless abandon.

“Oh Baby...that’s so good...don’t stop...give me your hand. Mmm yeah...”

It was better than the intro to “Dirty”.

Remember in BNI when he said, “More pressure on top”?
He wasn’t joking. If I wrap my hand around him there nice and tight, he goes spiraling out of control. I put a bit of lube in my hand and let him thrust into it as I bore down around him. He was nearly screaming. I turned my attention back to his nipples. He’s really close to climaxing. He’s all sweaty. Love it!

“Richard! Oh God!”
“That’s it, Darren. Come for me.”
“Ohh...Richard...Richard...”

He’s going off all over my hand, but I keep stroking him. That’s the trick. I love it when he does it to me, so I don’t stop until he asks me to. It feels so much better when your partner keeps doing you as you’re climaxing. It lasts that much longer.
Listen to me, giving sex advice! (laughs) Anyhow, I layed beside him, happily watching him in the throes of passion, stroking his face with my non-sticky hand.

“So beautiful”, I whisper.
“That’s my line, isn’t it?”
“I’m borrowing it.”

He opens his eyes and reaches a hand up to my face. I lean in to him, and we spend the next few minutes sharing gentle kisses as we recover.

“You can wash your hand if you need to, Sweetie,” he says softly.
“We’re both gonna need a shower before dinner.”
“I don’t feel like getting up yet. Stay with me.”
“Let me just use the loo. Be right back, Luv.”

I come back with a little towel for him. He uses it and flings it back into the loo.

“How about if you let ME hold YOU this time?”, I ask.
“Okay.”

He’s twirling his fingers through my little patch of chest hair. It’s relaxing to feel him touching me. He looks sad.

“What’s wrong, Darling?”
“I miss Wally.”
“I know. I do too. We’ll be home next weekend. Will you settle for petting me for now?”

He smiles.

“Totally. Wanna catch one of the shows tonight?”, he asks.
“A movie or a live one?”
“Whichever.”

We look over the latest list of activities. Bunch of blokes in skimpy costumes dancing. Eh. A few movies we’ve already seen. Double eh. Hang on...Retro Dance in the Disco. We look at each other.

“Let’s do it. We even have the outfits”, he suggests.
“Yeah, why not?”, I agree.
“And maybe the midnight buffet afterwards,” he adds.

I chuckle.

“Food and sex. Sex and food.”
“It’s all about the pleasure, Baby.”

Can’t argue with him on that point.
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