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What You Like	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What You Like - Part 4

Darren was downstairs early the next morning. Ben would be arriving soon, with the makings for Daniel’s cake. He hoped Ben hadn’t forgotten anything.

A light tap sounded at the door and he hurried to answer it.

“Hey, Ben!” He greeted with a smile. “Did you remember?”

“Course I did, Dar. I wouldn’t forget a thing like Dan’s birthday.” He handed a bag to Darren, picked up two more, and followed him inside.

“How’s he doin’?”

“Good, I think. We had an okay day yesterday. Better than I might have expected.” Darren couldn’t help thinking about the kiss again.

“He up?”

Darren shook his head. “Still sleeping. I imagine he’ll be getting up soon, though. He’s been asleep for about fourteen hours now.”

Ben followed Darren out to the kitchen, helped him put the groceries away, and then sat down on one of the stools at the center island.

“He needs the rest, Darren. I don’t think he got much worth anything the last few months.”

Darren nodded while he pulled mixing bowls from the cupboards.

“Do you think he’s ready for visitors?”

Darren stopped, and looked at Ben. “I-” He thought of Danny’s reactions the day before. Would he freak out again today? Or was he over the shock? Darren ran his hand through his hair.

“I wish I knew how to answer that, Ben. He was really… unhappy… when he saw his face.”

“I imagine that is an understatement, Dar.”

Darren shook his head and shrugged uncertainly. “Who did you have in mind?”

“Just his folks. Maybe me ’n Lee? Grant and Jen have a gig, and Karl’s drummin’ for ‘em tonight.”

“I think that’d be okay. I can make pasta. We’ll have his cake for desert. I think Chris, at least, probably needs to see him?”

“Yeah.” Ben agreed. “Okay, Dar. I’ll leave you to the domestics. I’ll let Lee and the Joneses know about tonight, then.”

Darren followed Ben to the door. “Um… I don’t think I’ll tell Daniel though. I don’t know. I guess I’ll just play it by ear.”

“See you tonight, about six.”

Darren was humming and dancing around the kitchen to Faith Hill’s ‘This Kiss’, when Daniel finally appeared later that morning.

“Danny!” he bounced over to Daniel, grabbed him around the waist, and swung him around twice.

His mood was contagious. Daniel laughed a little.

“Darren, what’s gotten into you?”

Darren grinned at the smile on Daniel’s face.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just happy, nothing more.”

He danced back out to the kitchen as the timer went off.

“Don’t give me that, Dazza. You’re up to something.” Daniel followed him into the kitchen as he opened the oven.

“Ooh, what’s that, Daz. Smells good.”

“This, my dear Danny, is your birthday cake.”

“My… cake?”

“Yes.” He leaned over the island work center and gave Daniel a peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Danny. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, actually. Can I taste?”

“Of course not. It’s still hot.” ‘And so are you, my wonderful Danny.’

Daniel’s hair was still mussed from sleep. The result being the bare spots were invisible. He was shirtless, wearing only some blue shorts and sandals.

“And I haven’t frosted it yet.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” He pouted.

‘Don’t do that, Danny, or I’ll have to kiss it and makeit better. And I’m still not certain what yesterday meant.’

“What kind is it?” Daniel asked as he inhaled deeply.

“Devil’s food.” Darren gave Dan an evil grin as he raised one brow.

“My favorite.”

“And chocolate crème frosting.”

“Oohh.”

“And Death by Chocolate ice cream to go with it.”

“Dazza, you’re spoiling me! I know I’ll love it. Thank you.” Daniel smiled, his eyes alight like a child with its hand in the cookie jar.

“You’re worth it, Danny. Least I could do for your birthday. I didn’t know what to get you.”

‘Besides me, and I wasn’t sure you’d want me.’

“Tell me what you like, Danny.”

“What?” Daniel’s shock caught Darren off guard.

‘Didn’t expect quite that reaction. Hmm…’

“Well, I mean, it’s been a few years. And I’m sorry about that. That’s going to change. But, I didn’t know what you’d like. That’s why this.” Darren waved toward the cake now sitting on the cooling rack. “I *knew* you’d still like chocolate.”

“Ah.”

“Well, the cake needs to cool.” Darren spoke finally when Daniel didn’t say anything more. “Breakfast?”

“Just coffee, thanks. Think I’ll have a banana.”

‘Don’t say things like that, Danny. You’ll drive me crazy.’

“You aren’t eating enough, Danny. You have to get you’re strength back up.”

“Okay, I’ll have two bananas then.”

‘How about three, Danny?’

Darren poured two cups of coffee, then went into the dining room. He set the cups down, then went back for the milk.

Today he sat next to Daniel. Again he watched Daniel mix the milk and sugar. When Daniel took a banana, Darren took one too. He’d already eaten, but Dan’s innocent talk had excited him uncomfortably. Maybe he could broach the subject covertly.

Darren stuck his thumbnail through the peel just under the stem. He stared at Daniel until Dan glanced up, then caught and held Daniel’s green-eyed gaze as he began to ever so slowly pull down the first section of peel.

He continued watching Daniel as he pulled down the second section; again, agonizingly slow. Daniel’s eyes flicked from the banana Darren held, to Darren’s blue eyes, then back to the banana.

As Darren freed the banana from the last confines of the peel, he brushed his knee lightly against Daniel’s. Daniel let out a little gasp, but Darren still held him mesmerized.

Then Darren opened his mouth and slowly put the banana inside, until just the tip was held in his fingers. A moment later he leisurely pulled it back out, his lips wrapped around it.

His eyes lit up when Daniel’s lips parted ever so slightly, yet he made no effort to eat his own banana.

Darren repeated the motion, moaning ever so lightly, and brushed Dan’s knee again.

Daniel’s mouth opened a little more and he shivered.

“Wh-what are you doing, Daz?”

“I’m eating my banana.” Darren’s eye’s widened as he raised his brows and bit the tip off the banana. “What did you think I was doing, Daniel?”

Daniel’s eyes flicked to Darren’s again, then back to the banana he held.

“I-uh…” Daniel stuttered as his chest heaved noticeably.

He seemed to be having trouble breathing, Darren observed absently without changing the look of desire on his own face.

Darren ran his tongue along the underside of the banana, then took another small bite. “Oh, this is so good, Danny.” He whimpered ruthlessly.

Daniel unconsciously licked his lips. Darren saw little drops of perspiration forming on Daniel’s forehead.

With what seemed to Darren to be visible effort, Daniel stood up -- leaving his own, still unopened banana on the table.

Then Daniel cleared his throat and swallowed nervously.

“I-I-um, I think I’m gonna take a shower, Daz.” Daniel managed as he gasped for breath.

Darren watched him as he stumbled over his chair, still looking at Darren’s banana as Darren’s lips caressed it like a lollypop. His eyes followed Daniel as he eventually turned, to stumble yet again, on his way up the stairs toward his room.

Then Darren heaved a sigh, and grinned as he finished his banana.

Darren checked on Daniel throughout the afternoon. He still hadn’t come back down, and Darren tried not to worry too much.

On the second trip, he’d left a large cup of juice, and Daniel’s two bananas from breakfast.

On his third trip, he picked up the empty cup, and noted the banana peels in the small bedroom can.

The shower was still running.

‘Gonna be one helluva bill, mate.’

Darren smiled, and picked up the peels to deposit downstairs.

“Hey, Daz.”

“Daniel.” Darren answered without turning from the sauce he was stirring.

“Um… I-uh… I’m sorry abouis mis morning.”

“That’s okay, mate. No worries.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Fixing dinner.”

“Bit much, isn’t it?”

“Your folks are coming over. Ben and Lee, too. A little birthday dinner for you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Didn’t exactly have a chance, did I, Daniel?” Darren cursed himself silently. He wasn’t supposed to be hurting Dan. And he sure as hell didn’t have to take his frustration out on him.

“I’m sorry, Dazza. I – this is a bit confusing. I mean, you’re my best friend, my mate. But, what I feel… I missed you Dazza. More than I thought I would. Even after that song. I still loved you. More than a friend, I think. Different from the love I have for my family.”

Darren turned then, a tear slowly finding it’s way down his cheek. “I’ve never stopped loving you either, Daniel. Every girl I ever dated had blonde hair and green eyes, and I was never as happy with any of them as I was with you. I’m sorry I never had the nerve to say anything sooner, but I wasn’t certain about you. And then that afternoon in your studio, when you kissed me…”

Daniel blushed. “Yeah, that was pretty intense, wasn’t it?”

Darren turned back to stir the sauce. “It made me *very* happy, Danny.”

It was Darren’s turn to gasp when Daniel’s arms suddenly wrapped around his waist. “Thank you for caring, Darren.”

Darren turned inside the confines of Daniel’s arms, to gaze into the emerald pools looking at him. “I’m just sorry I didn’t do it sooner.”

“Don’t be, Dazza. I forgive you.” Daniel raised on hand to Darren’s face, to gently wipe away the tears.

Slowly Daniel lowered his lips to Darren’s. Darren closed his eyes as warmth burned through him, threatening to melt his knees. Their lips parted, and once again Darren tasted the sweetness that was Daniel, as their tongues entwined. His Daniel, he dared to hope now.

Darren sighed and ended their kiss.

“Ah. The sauce is going to burn.”

“How can I help?”

“Stir? I want to get the noodles started. They should be arriving in ten or fifteen minutes. Garlic bread should be almost finished too.”

“Quite the chef now, aren’t you Dazza? Pasta, garlic bread, my cake?”

“Either that or spend all my money eating out.”

“Hello, Mum.” Daniel greeted, as he gave her a little hug and kissed her cheek.

“You look wonderful, Daniel. Darren, you seem to be taking good care of my son.”

“I’m trying, Chris.” Darren replied as he set the sauce on the table.

“Son.” John Jones nodded as Daniel grasped his hand. He pulled his son close for a hug.

“Dad?”

The uncharacteristic display surprised him.

“You scared the hell out of us, Daniel. I might not have been able to do this again. I need to do it now.”

“I’m sorry, Mum, Dad, I never –”

“It’s past now.” John squeezed his shoulder, then let him go.

“Hey, mate. Got room for a couple of friends?” Ben called from the doorway, Lee standing beside him.”

“You two are always welcome.”

They stepped inside, and Lee handed Daniel a present.

“Happy birthday, Dan.” They said in unison, and then each gave him a hug.

“You have no idea how bad you scared us, Dan.” Ben said seriously.

“I’m sorry guys, I really am.”

“Well dinner’s ready.” Darren interrupted from the dining room. “Eat before it gets cold, please.”

Easy conversation and compliments filled the dining room.

“If your next album doesn’t make it, Dar, maybe you should become a chef. This sauce is really good.”

“Thanks, Ben. Be sure to save room for desert. We’ll be having Daniel’s cake.”

When everyone had finished, Ben and Lee helped Darren clear the table. Daniel would have helped, but Darren slapped his hand.

“It’s your birthday. Sit. Talk with your parents. Relax.”

“He’s looking really good, Dar.” Ben said as they loaded the dishwasher.

Lee got bowls for the ice cream Darren had set out.

“I think he’s going to be fine, Ben. I really do.”

Darren put the candles on the cake, and lit them. Then they walked out to the dining room singing Happy Birthday.

Chris, Daniel and John all laughed at the intentionally bad song.

“Darren, I didn’t think you could ever sing bad, but this—” Chris chuckled as Darren grinned.

“Nothing but the strangest for Danny’s thirtieth. Here you are, mate. You know the rules. Make a wish, and blow out the candles.”

Darren couldn’t help smiling as he watched Daniel make a show of thinking.

‘Are you wishing what I’m wishing, Daniel?’

Then Dan blew out all the candles, and everyone applauded. Darren cut the cake and served everyone.

“This is wonderful, Daz. Thank you.”

“I’m just glad you’re around to enjoy it, Danny.”

They all ate in good-natured silence for a bit, then Darren handed the present to Daniel.

“Aren’t you curious what Ben and Lee came up with? I certainly am.”

Daniel tore open the paper. A beautiful gold box of Godiva Chocolates.

“Thanks Ben, Lee, I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” Daniel’s smile faded then, and he cleared his throat nervously. “I-uh, I wanted to thank all of you for your support. I’ve been a bit of an ass e lae last few months, and I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry, and thank you.”

Murmurs of embarrassed acceptance were his replies.

“You’re quite welcome, son.”

“You don’t need to thanks us, Daniel.”

“What’re mates for, Dan? You know you’d do the same for us.”

“Well, I think it’s time for us to go, Hun.” John stood and held his hand out to his wife.

She smiled and took it with a nod. “Be sure you get plenty of rest, Daniel. You still look so tired.”

Daniel stood and kissed his mother, giving her a quick hug. “I will, Mum. Thanks again.”

Daniel shook his father’s hand at the door.

“Your mother wasn’t sure what to get you. I told her you and I’ll get together some weekend and get you something for your boat.”

“That’d be great, Dad. Thanks.”

“Guess we’ll take off too, Dan.” Ben said as he and Lee walked up.

“Take care, Dan. Meridienmusik really needs you.” Lee added.

They both gave him a quick hug, then left.

He stood watching at the door for a few minutes, waved as they drove off, then shut and locked the door. With the door lock this time. He smiled slightly. Darren had removed the padlock.

“Do you think I’ll live, doctor?” Dan smiled at Darren, as he walked back into the dining room.

Darren was picking up the plates and bowls. He looked up, saw the smile on Daniel’s , an, and smiled brightly back.

“Yes, I believe you will, Mr. Jones.”

“Oh, Mister now, is it? What happened to Danny?”

“I’m not sure. What did happen? Will he get his wish?”

Daniel picked up the platter holding the cake and followed Darren into the kitchen. He set the cake down on the island table.

“Maybe.” Daniel whispered into Darren’s ear.

Darren’s breath caught in his throat.

“I think he went looking for answers. Do you think he’ll find them?” Daniel’s voice dripped lust as he followed the question with a brush of his lips against Darren’s neck.

Darren’s jaw quivered as he panted. “God… I hope so.”

“So do I.” Daniel turned Darren’s face up to his, and kissed him. Lips parted effortlessly and tongues thrust in exploration.

Time seemed to stop as each sucked the others tongue and lips. Darren felt his pants grow tight as he turned and pulled Daniel to him. He moaned into Daniel’s mouth as Daniel’s erection rubbed against his own.

“I think Danny’s in the bedroom.” Daniel whispered as they broke to catch their breaths.

“I—I guess I’d better go see if—if he’s okay.”

“Yes, you should. You take such good care of him.”

Daniel sat on his bed, as Darren looked at him.

‘God he’s beautiful.’

Then Darren climbed on the bed beside him. “Are you sure, Danny?”

Daniel nodded. “Yes, I think so.”

“Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want.”

Daniel put his hand behind Darren’s head and drew him in for another kiss.

“Make love to me, Darren. Show me you love me. Show me this,” his fingers gently touched the half-healed scar. “Show me this doesn’t matter.”

Darren kissed Daniel again, trying to suck the pain from his voice. He began to slowly unbutton Daniel’s shirt then. He kissed down the length of Daniel’s chest. Slowly, softly, then removed his shirt.

Gently he pushed Daniel back onto the bed, and began to lick and kiss his neck. He gently nipped at the flesh in the curve of Daniel’s neck, and shivered as Daniel rolled his head back into the pillow, exposing his whole throat to Darren.

Obligingly, Darren moved his attention to Daniel’s throat, sucking and kissing the exposed flesh, reveling in the sound of Daniel’s soft moans and the gentle arching of his back each time Darren hit a sensitive spot.

He moved his tongue and lips to Daniel’s jaw , us, using his right arm to support himself above Daniel as his left hand began caressing Daniel’s chest and side.

The sound of Daniel’s panting began to drive him crazy. He wanted Daniel so bad. But he had to be slow. Gentle. He had so much to atone for.

As he kissed the left side of Daniel’s face, he quickly pulled his own shirt off. Daniel gasped and opened his eyes when he felt Darren’s bare flesh on his, his surprise quickly turned to delight and he wrapped his arms around Darren, pulling him down, to bury his lips in the curve of Darren’s neck.

Darren almost came in his pants. “Dan… Danny… please…”

Daniel’s head drew back, his gaze questioning.

“Not yet. This is for you.”

Daniel smiled and lay back, letting Darren continue. Darren gently turned Daniel’s face toward him and began placing gentle kisses along the right side of his face. He didn’t shy away from the scar, but he was careful.

“You are so beautiful.” Desire filled his voice as he kissed Daniel’s closed eyes.

Then he moved down to Danny’s erect nipples, licking and sucking until Daniel’s moans became louder, and the fingers now entwined in his hair began a not so subtle pressure.

Moving slowly down Daniel’s chest, Darren worked at unfastening the belt with one hand, then the button, and then the zipper; again excruciatingly slow.

He felt Daniel’s erection jump as the zipper moved down, and Dan began tossing his head, his hands pushing harder.

Darren stopped his kissing to tug on the pants, and Daniel willingly raised his hips. He moved away from Daniel’s hands then, and Dan whimpered at the loss. It only took him a moment to slip out of his own pants and boxers and then he was back on the bed between Daniel’s legs, kissing his inner thighs as he ran his hand softly up and down the outside, ignoring the slight thrusting of Daniel’s hips.

He stopped his kissing, and held his mouth centimeterom rom Daniel’s boxers. Smiling at the wetness growing visible. He put his mouth over the wetness, and Daniel moaned again as his hips jerked. Darren held his hips still as he licked the wetness on Dan’s boxers, occasionally pressing his lips down to feel the pulsing heat below the thin material.

“Christ, Darren…” Daniel gasped.

Giving a final lick, Darren gently freed Daniel from the flimsy prison. Then he continued his teasing--licking Danny’s inner thighs, nipping here, kissing t, ru, running his tongue over Danny’s balls and sucking softly on the sack.

“You… you…” Dan broke off, unable to make coherent speech.

Darren licked the length of Daniel’s shaft then, and his hips bucked madly as he groaned, twisting the sheet with his hands.

“You’re so sweet, Daniel.” Darren said before he enveloped Dan’s cock with his mouth.

Daniel’s fingers flew to Darren’s hair, and Darren moaned around the cock, causing Dan’s fingers to close spasmodically.

“How do you want it, Danny?” Darren broke off to ask. Daniel tossed his head, and a plaintive whimper escaped his lips.

“Danny, tell me what you like.”

“Top… please, Daz…. Want... to see... you.”

Daniel’s begging made Darren’s cock twitch. Dan raised his legs. Darren used their ample pre-cum to lubricate Daniel’s opening.

Daniel arched his back, and groaned loudly when Darren pushed his finger in and began working it in and out and around.

“You’re so tight, Daniel.”

He inserted a second finger. He wasn’t sure it was helping though, the way Daniel bucked, and his inner muscles clasped his fingers.

“Dazza!!!…”

He kissed Daniel’s stomach, then positioned himself at Daniel’s opening.

“Ready, love?”

He thought Daniel nodded, he seemed incapable of speech.

Slowly he pushed, felt the resistance, and increased the pressure. Daniel thrust up with his hips then, and Darren was in.

“Oh, god, Danny. You… feel so good.”

Daniel's legs went around Darren’s waist, pulling him deeper. Darren began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. Slowly pulling out, then thrusting in deeply. The contractions of Daniel’s muscles felt wonderful on Darren’s cock.

Every time Daniel’s ragged breath caught, Darren knew he’d hit that spot deep inside.

‘He looks so beautiful like that.’

Darren loved the flush of lust on Dan’s face. His breathing was almost as rough as Daniel’s now. He gave in to his own need then, and increased the tempo of his thrusts.

“Daz… I… I —”

Darren balanced himself on one arm and brought his free hand down to Daniel’s throbbing cock. His fingers barely brushed the tip as his own pulsing member thrust deeply, hitting Daniel’s sweet spot again.

Danny exploded, his back arched, and he growled Darren’s name as his seed spurted wildly. Then he reached up and pulled Darren’s face down to his, crushing Darren’s lips in an electrically charged kiss. The rough passion pulled Darren over the edge,and he moaned his orgasm into Daniel’s mouth as he felt his release deep inside Daniel’s body.

They shuddered together, as the pleasure seemed to flow back and forth between them. Finally Darren collapsed on top of Daniel’s chest, gasping for breath. He listened to Daniel’s wildly beating heart, feeling his own pounding in his chest.

When he felt capable of moving, Darren slid to one side of Daniel. Daniel looked at him and smiled languidly. Darren pushed himself up on his elbow, and placed another tender kiss on Daniel’s scarred cheek.

“So, did Danny find his answers?” Darren asked gently.

“I believe he did, Dazza. I believe he did.”

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