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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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We actually won the dance contest that night. The prize was a bottle of cheap booze. We let Karl and Victor have it. As much fun as this trip has been, I really am looking forward to going home. I love our house, our neighborhood, our dog. I can tell Darren’s starting to get a bit homesick as well. The remainder of the week was spent sightseeing, shopping, eating, taking photos. The usual holiday stuff. On the last night, Karl and Victor were sad, but they promised to visit next time they’re back in the UK. My sneaky little Sweetie had arranged a surprise for me, all with a few e-mails. I was, of course, delighted to be home. Wally was ecstatic to be back with us as well. Darren made me close my eyes, and led me through the house to the back door.

“Alright Darling, open your eyes.”
“Wha...oh, no way!”

I turn around to face him.

“When did you have this done?”
“Don’t worry about it. Early anniversary present. Well go on, check it out.”

I open the back door. There before me is the hot tub, enclosed on all sides, not visible to the prying eyes of neighbors. Darren presses a button. The water starts bubbling, and the lights under the water change colours. Another button, and the music comes on.

“Happy Anniversary, My Love.”
“Oh God, I love you, Darren! I love you so much!”

I”m in tears as I fling myself into his arms.

“Thank you so very much. I can’t believe you actually did it.”
“You’re welcome, Darling. I’m going to enjoy it too, believe me. Tonight, we’re going out to dinner, and then we’re coming back here and relaxing in our brand new hot tub until we’re pruney. Oh, and there is one more thing: Go into the garden and look around the corner.”

Smiling,he follows me outside. Between the two tallest trees is a large white hammock, big enough for the both of us. More tears.

“Stop it, Darren! You’re spoiling me. What on earth am I going to get you?”
“Just love me, Richard. Just love me.”
“You know I always will.”
“Take off your glasses, Richard.”

He’s wiping the tears off my face.

“I can’t bear to see you cry.”
“They’re happy tears.”
“I know, but seeing you cry just tears me apart.”

We’re standing in the garden, kissing for all it’s worth, neighbors-be-damned.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world. I’ve got you.”
“Uh uh”, he counters, “I am. I’ve got the smartest, sweetest guy on the planet.”
“I’m going to start crying again.”
“Don’t you dare. Did you want to change for dinner, or should we just go as we are?”
“Where are we going?”
“Carluccio’s alright with you?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m fine going just like this. Alright, maybe I’ll change shoes, but otherwise I’m good with it.”
“Let me call ahead, so we won’t have to wait when we get there.”

He goes inside to look up the number. Couldn’t he just call for it? You’d think as often as we go there, he’d have it in his mobile. Maybe I’ll program it in for him. I walk back to the tub and stick my hand in the water. My thoughts drift off to all the possible ways we could have sex in here.

“I could get very creative,” I chuckle to myself.

Darren comes back outside.

“We’re all set, Sweetie. Wanna take an early train ride downtown?”

I snuggle up to him.

“I’d rather take a ride on you.”
“Ooh yeah, Darlin’. Can’t wait. Gotta break in the hot tub officially, right Baby?”
“I still can’t get over that you had it delivered before we even got home.”
“Peoples, Darlin’.”
“Know who’s gonna love this? Steve and Shave. You’ll never get Justin to go home once he finds out about this.”
“I suppose we should invite a few friends eventually. But let’s not tell them yet.”

I laugh.

“They may not want to use it once they find out we’ve had sex in it. Repeatedly.”
“That’s what the filter and the chemicals are for, Sweetheart. After we’re done, we run the filter.”
“That’s a relief. I thought you were going to say we’d have to use condoms when we make love in the tub.”

He laughs.

“Uh, no. Our raincoat days are over.”
“Glad to hear it. Be right back.”

I run upstairs to change shoes, and slip the dog a biscuit as I pass his bed. Hmm...what to order tonight? Something garlicky, but not too much. I love garlic! Maybe veal Marsala, or something similar, and perhaps a glass of wine to kick off the evening’s celebration just right. I’ll deal with unpacking the bags and sorting the laundry tomorrow. Tonight’s about food and sex. I’m still in that mind-set from the cruise. Not quite ready to return to the real world yet.
I was quiet on the train, just holding Darren’s hand and smiling. I thought about the past two weeks. The islands. The food. The sex. The look in his eyes when we made love in the moonlight. Princess Leia in drag. Our new friends. How much washing there’ll be to do tomorrow. No, no, no! Don’t think about that tonight. How good that hot tub is going to feel. Yes. Better. He kisses my hand. I snap out of my daydream.

“You look happy, Richard.”
“I am. Just thinking about...everything. What was your favorite part of it all, Darren?”
“Well...there were a few moments that stick out, but I’d have to say the number one moment for me was seeing the joy on your face when I was holding you right after we made love on the beach.”
“That was mine too. What else?”
“The chocolate factory. The awesome food every night. Just being with you.”

I sigh and smile, looking out the window. We’re almost there. As we pull into the 9th Street station, Darren stands up.

“Let’s go, Sweetie. We’re here.”

The manager knows Darren, and we’re whisked off to our favorite booth in the corner. The seat backs are nice and high, so it’s wonderfully private. There’s this new special tonight: grilled swordfish with tomato cream sauce. Darren is salivating. I’m having my veal, but he’ll let me try a bite of his dinner. Maybe we’re just sappy-romantic, or maybe it’s because we’re “foodies”, but we often feed each other forkfuls of each other’s food if it’s particularly good. In our nice secluded dark corner, we can do that without being stared at. We love to watch each other eat, too. It’s so sensual. And they just brought the bread. I absolutely love rosemary-infused olive oil. Darren can watch me savor this. To die for! He’s smiling, watching me eat with my eyes closed.

“You have to try this, Darren.”
“Feed me a piece.”

I dredge the bread in the oil and pop it into his mouth.

“Mmm, you’re right. That is good.”

We did this throughout the whole meal. The tomato cream sauce was incredible! I’ll have to try to re-create it. I’m pretty good at being able to discern ingredients just by tasting something, so I usually come pretty close.

“If you like, I can have the manager ask the chef.”
“Nah. Let him think he’s got a secret recipe. I’ll figure it out.”
“Alright, what are we having for dessert?”, he asks.
“Order whatever you like, and I’ll just have a taste,” I reply, “I’m too full to eat a whole one myself.”

As I suspected, he ordered the most decadent chocolate thing they had. You know, “seven layers of chocolate, with chocolate in-between, drowned in a pool of even more chocolate.”
It was sinfully rich. He fed me a bite, but I couldn’t eat more than one forkful. I smiled as he happily gorged himself. For a minute there, I thought he was going to have an orgasm. The last time I heard him moan like that, he was halfway down my throat, and I don’t mean his tongue!
I need about an hour just to stop feeling overly full. We always seem to do that when we eat here: stuff ourselves sick. I think we need to walk around a bit, maybe do some window-shopping. It’s a beautiful evening as we step outside.

“Let’s go this way,”, he suggests.

I take his hand as we head up the block, peering in the windows of the shops, now closed for the evening.

“I almost got aroused watching you eat,” I whisper to him.

He laughs.

“I was kinda getting into it, wasn’t I?”, he replies.
“Kinda getting into it? Darren, the last time you moaned like that, I was giving you jelly beans. Deluxe jelly beans.”

More giggles.

“Sorry Rich, I can’t help it. Food just triggers that response in my brain.”
“Don’t apologize. I love seeing you happy. Even if you do re-enact Meg Ryan’s scene from “When Harry Met Sally”.
“I wasn’t that loud, was I?(giggles) Next time I have an orgasm in a restaurant, I’ll try to be quiet about it.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too, Baby. Just think, we’re going home to our very own hot tub. We can spend all night in there, loving each other up until we’re exhausted.”

I’m beaming. He has sensory thrills over food, I get horny in water. Maybe that makes me a gremlin or something. Good thing he had that corner of the back porch enclosed, or the nosey neighbors would be getting an eyeful, especially those wankers that live behind us. No doubt they’ll be trying to see in from their upstairs bedroom,which is why we keep the blinds closed in the bedroom. Anyway, we walked around the shopping district for awhile, and gradually made our way back to the station.

“Feel a bit less full now?”, he asks me.
“Slightly.”
“You gonna be up for some lovin’ tonight?”
“Trust me, Darren, all parts will be up for it.”
“Alright then.”

The dog is waiting for us inside the front door, pink stuffed toy in his mouth. Darren is talking baby-talk to him. More cuteness than I can stand. He can take the dog out. I’m going to the loo before we retire to the tub. Just to be cheeky, I grab Darren’s little pink rubber duckie from the upstairs bath and set him floating in the hot tub. By the time D and the dog come in from their walk, I’m happily bubbling away, naked as the day I was born. I’m not answering when he calls. He’ll figure out where I am soon enough. However, I did forget the towels. Oh well. Guess we’ll be making a naked dash through the house. Wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, I left a clothing trail out to the back door. I can hear him laughing as he follows it.

“Hello Darling.”
“Hello Luv.”
“Starting without me?”
“I haven’t started doing anything yet. I need you for that.”

Then he spots the rubber duckie and starts laughing.

“How did he get here?”
“I’ve no idea. Must’ve flown in for the occasion. Are you going to join me, or just stand there gawking?”

Never taking his eyes off me, his clothes are on the floor in seconds, and he’s stepping into the tub.

“Aah yeah, this is nice,” he whispers as he gets comfortable beside me.

“Let’s turn the music and lights on.”

He pushes a few buttons, and we’ve got sound and lights. Random blinking lights. Okay, so actually not random. They pulse to the music. I like it. It would figure he chose an old R&B cd to play. Barry White, Marvin Gaye. Make-out music. I’m starting to go from sleepy to horny very rapidly. I stand up and straddle him. His hands are on my hips, pulling me to him.

“Come sit on my lap, Rich.”

I wrap my legs around him.

“Let’s get lower in the water. That’s it. Perfect.”

We’re sitting on the floor of the tub. The water is almost up to our chins, but feeling it all around us is heavenly. Darren failed to mention that this is the deluxe model, and each individual water jet is adjustable. I found that out soon enough. The one underneath me is just hitting me back there. Ooh, that feels so nice! I close my eyes, just as Darren is about to kiss me, and let my head fall back.

He’s whispering softly, “What, Rich?”, and he looks to see what I’m reacting to. He smiles.

“I can turn it up, just the one jet, if you’d like.”
“You can?”
“Yeah. Each one is adjustable. You can concentrate the flow. I’ll show you. Stay there.”
He turns the dial around the jet, narrowing the beam of water, and increasing the intensity.
“How’s it feel now?”
Whoa! I gasp, and release a shuddery breath.
“I love seeing you like this,” he whispers, as he nibbles on my bottom lip.

I open my mouth to give him better access, and we share gentle, but passionate, kisses.

“You have to feel this, Darren. It’s incredible.”

We shift slightly so the pulsating jet is under his arse instead of mine. I smile and watch his eyes.

“Mmm...that is good. You’re right.”

He kisses his way down my neck. I close my eyes again, groaning. Being in the water heightens my senses. I get very sensitive to touch. I want that jet down there again. He moves us both back so I can feel it, and watches me getting lost in it.

“Ohh yeah...”, I whisper, “feels really good.”

He reaches down and runs his thumb up and down the underside of my growing erection. I whimper. My face is resting in the curve of his neck, and I respond by licking and nipping him there. His breathing speeds up. I slide my hand down his chest to fondle a nipple. His head falls back. He’s leaning back just enough that I can get my mouth on it without putting my face in the water.

“Mmm...Richard...”

His arms tighten around me, and he pulls me up so he can kiss me. I can feel the urgency building between us. His hand travels down to reach behind me.

“Raise up just a bit, Rich, so I can reach. That’s it.”

His touch is gentle as he works his fingers into me, trying to get me to relax my muscles so I can accommodate him. It burns, temporarily. I don’t want him to worry that he’s hurting me, but I must have winced, because he pulls his fingers out immediately.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry if I did.”
“Just burned a bit is all. Try starting with just one.”

I hold my breath.

“Better. Let me turn around, Darren.”

I’m on my hands and knees beside him on the ledge, with my back to him. It’s a bit easier for him to get the angle like this. Eventually, I relax, and he’s able to get more than one finger in there. He’s almost, but not quite, hitting my prostate. I take over.

“Let me ride you, Darren, please?”

I straddle him, and guide him into me, easing down onto him gradually until he’s completely contained inside me.

“So hot inside you, Baby,” he whispers.

I start slowly, but soon find that I need to go faster. I love feeling the warm water around me as I ride him. Once I get the angle, I can’t get enough. I’m coming down hard on him, trying to get him in deeper.

“Mmm...yes...Darren...ohh...”

His head falls back, and he’s groaning every time he feels me tighten the walls around him. He’s pushing up as I come down, and I see stars every time he thrusts. In a good way, of course.

“Like that?”, he asks.
“Yes! Ooh, yes, Darren, it feels...oh God...right there!”

He picks up the pace, pulling me down onto him, his hands on my backside. It’s so much easier to move in the water.

“Ohh...Richard...it’s coming, Baby.”
“Me too. Don’t stop. Oh yeah, hit it, Darren! Hit it right there!”

He wraps his hand around me as we’re both rapidly approaching completion, and that’s the last straw I needed. Feeling his hand sliding up and down sets off the fireworks.

“Dar...ren...oh God!”

I’m shuddering hard, exploding all over him, and my muscles clenching around him have him gasping and moaning.

“Richard, I’m coming too!”

He arches up, pulling me down hard onto him, and explodes inside me.

“Ohh yeah...oh fuck, Baby!”

Our bodies melt into each other, and we’re both panting. Once his erection subsides, he withdraws from my body, but we still hold tightly onto each other, just closing our eyes, our bodies flushed with pleasure. I suppose we’ll have to get out eventually. Personally, I could stay here all night, just snuggled up in the curve of his neck, with his arms around me. I glance down at the water. I hope this filter is effective, because we made a mess. He came inside me, but it does leak out once he withdraws. Alright, so it’s gross, but hey, sex is messy. As long as we rinse it off ourselves, who cares?

“That was beautiful, Darren.”

I think he’s falling asleep.

“Honey? You awake?”

He stirs.

“I’m dozing. I feel so relaxed. So loved up.”
“Me too. We should get out. Except I forgot the towels.”

He yawns.

“There are towels in the guest bathroom downstairs. I can get them if you’d like.”
“Would you? I don’t think my legs can carry me upstairs tonight.”
“Yeah. Let me get up.”

Reluctantly, we step out of the hot tub. I’m standing there, feeling the night air on my wet skin, as Darren goes into the house, dripping wet. He returns with a towel wrapped around his waist, and hands me the other one. I dry off, and we walk back into the house, holding hands.

“I don’t have the energy to climb two flights of stairs. Can we just crash on the sofa tonight, Luv?”
“Yeah, why not? But we just need one more thing to make the night complete. Chocolate.”
“Didn’t you have enough chocolate for dessert?”
“Just one little morsel for each of us. Be right back.”

He returns with two chocolate kisses, which we feed to each other.
Wearing only bath towels, we cuddle up on the sofa together and pull up the blanket. I think I’m going to be a bit sore in the morning, but right now, I feel too good to care. I return to my favorite place, nestled in the curve of his neck, and close my eyes.

“Mmm...I love you, Darren.”
“I love you too, Richard. Sleep well.

It’s good to be home.
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