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Darren and Richard	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5. Richard's Birthday Wish

Remember how I said I was going to ask Darren to bottom for me as a birthday present? He gave in! I was beside myself with glee. I was almost afraid to bring up the subject at first, but I really wanted this. He asked the other day, while we were having dinner, what I’d like for my birthday. I got a bit nervous. I didn’t want this to end up in an argument. I know he’s touchy about this. I figured I’d joke about it at first and let him think about it awhile.

So when he asked, I said, “You really wanna know?”
“Well, yeah.”

I looked at him with the most urgent “I-must-have-you-now-or-I’m-going-to-die” expression I could muster, and replied, “I wanna fuck you senseless.”

He nearly choked on his drink.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yeah Babe, I am.”
“Why didn’t you say something before?”
“Didn’t want to pressure you, but it would mean a lot to me, Darren.”
“Because...?”
“Because I let you into my body and soul, and heart, from Day One, and I need for you to do the same.”
“Rich, you’ve been in my heart and soul from the start. You can’t possibly think I’m withholding myself from you.”
“Then surrender your body to me and show me you trust me to take care of you.”

I reached for his hand at that point.

He looked into my eyes, squeezed my fingers, and said, “Alright.”
“I love you. I love you so much.”
“I know you do, Baby. I love you so much too.”

We kissed over the dinner table.

Then he got a mischievous gleam in his eyes and said, “You know, My Love, your birthday is still a few weeks away. What say we get a head start on that birthday wish?”

This time it was me that nearly spat out my drink.

“When you fantasize about doing it that way, what position are we in?”
“I’m in you.”
“Duh. I know that. Missionary, standing, in the shower? What?”
“I think I want you in front of me, with your back to me. In the shower would be hot, but too disconnected, too physical. Maybe just lying on our sides, me behind you, so I can hold you in my arms, feel you close to me. I love holding you like that.”
“I know you do.”
“I want it to be gentle, not just animalistic.”
“However, you did say you wanted to fuck me senseless.” (He smiles.)
“But not hurt you. Just render you senseless with pleasure.”
“Mmm...you already do that so well.”
“I’ve got a question for you, Luv. When you’re on tour and I’m not there, do you ever touch yourself and imagine I’m with you?”
“All the time.”
“Would you do that and let me watch?”
“Huh? You want me to masturbate and pretend you’re not here, but you are? I don’t get it.”
“Think of it as ‘fantasy comes true.’ You pretend you’re alone, fantasizing about us, and then I take over and make it real.” (He smiles.)
“Oh. I get it. Sure, we can do that.”
“Tonight?”
“Sure. What’s got you all horny all of a sudden? You’re usually in the mood in the morning.”
“Been thinking about it all day.”
“And if the conversation hadn’t come up, would you be pouncing on me tonight?”
“You know me, Luv. I’ve got my ways of seducing you. (wink)”

He reached for my hand. We do that a lot. Hold hands while we eat. I think we always have. I noticed him rubbing his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Luv?”
“I think I pushed myself a little too hard at the gym today. I’m a bit sore.”
“Why don’t you have a nice hot bath after dinner, and then I’ll give you a backrub?”
“Sounds lovely.”
“Go on then. I’ll clean up down here.”
“You sure?”
“Go.”
“Love you.” (Kiss)
“Love you too.”

So I put up the dishes and head upstairs, where my beloved is having a soak in the tub. I stand in the doorway of the loo and just smile. His eyes are closed. Beautiful. I walk into the room and kneel beside the tub. I reach for the cloth and squeeze the water down his chest. He smiles.

“Are you relaxing, Darling?”

He reaches his dripping wet hand up to my face.

“Yes, thank you.”
“God, you’re beautiful, Darren. I want you so much. Wanna hold you and touch you. I could spend all night making love to you.”

He gets emotional so easily.

“You make me feel so...loved.”
“You are loved. Come on out and let me take care of you tonight.”
“Give me a minute, would you, Richard?”
“Of course. I’ll be in our room.”

He’s probably going to cry. That’s alright, if he needs to. I put some music on and light candles on the night stand. He loves little romantic things like that.
Turn the lights down. Find that little bottle of warming lotion. He got me hooked on that stuff. He comes into our room wearing only a towel, his skin all warm and steamy from the bath.

“Hold me, Richard.”

We’re standing at the foot of the bed.

“Are you alright, Luv?”

He nods.

“I just need you to love me tonight.”
“Completely, Darren. Come on.”

I lead him by the hand to our bed.

“Lie down for me.”

I have him lie face down, and I straddle him, careful not to put all my weight on him. I’m doing this for him, but I can’t pretend it doesn’t arouse me to be touching him. Especially because he keeps groaning under my touch. It’s not sexual, at least I don’t think it is, for him. I’m just kneading the knots out of his muscles, trying to take all the tension out of his beautiful body. I need him to be relaxed if we’re going to do this. And then, unexpectedly, he turns over onto his back beneath me and looks up at me with those smoldering, sexy eyes. My throat is suddenly dry. His hand brushes over the front of my jeans, and he gives me a little squeeze.

“Oh...Darren...”
“Make love to me, Richard.”

I lie beside him and lean down to kiss him. His hand is on the back of my head, pulling me closer. I sit up for just a second to pull my shirt over my head, and then we’re all wrapped around each other. I love when he kisses me like his life depends on it. I’m burning for him. He’s unzipping my jeans and reaching for me. Electricity shoots up my spine as his fingers curl around me.

“God, Darren!”

I squirm out of my jeans, and he lifts his hips up so I can drag that towel off him. We’re kissing passionately, grinding our hips against each other. God, it feels good, but I need more.

“Dar, hand me the bottle.”

Our eyes meet.
He trusts me, I know he does. Then he does something incredibly sexy:

He squeezes the stuff into his own hand, and then uses it to coat my fingers, looking into my eyes all the while. Ooh, that was so hot! My heart is racing. He guides my hand down to him, and groans softly when I rub my slippery fingers over his opening.

He reaches for my hand again, singling out just the one finger, and whispers one word: “Push.”

He raises his leg over my hip, and arches his back as I slide my finger into him. He uses his hand to guide mine, trying to guide my finger to his prostate. He holds up his other hand to demonstrate what he wants me to do.

“Do this, Rich. Curl your finger. Like this.”

And then suddenly, his body tenses, and he groans loudly.

“That’s it. Right there! Feel that?”
“It’s like, a little bump on the surface?”
“Yes...ooh God...Rich...”

I smile, feeling newly confident, and keep rubbing it. He’s pushing back against my fingers.

“Add another one.”

I feel his body relax around my fingers, until I’m working them in and out of him pretty easily. He reaches down to touch himself.

“Pretend you’re alone,” I say.
“I’m imagining you’re touching me. If I were really alone, I’d probably be crying because I’d be missing you so much.”
“Aw Honey, it’s okay. We’re just pretending right now. Don’t lose the mood.”

I remember my fingers are still inside him, and I go back to stimulating him.

“Aah...yeah... Love me, Rich. I need to feel you.”

I decide that since he’s feeling somewhat emotional and sensitive tonight, I want to stay face-to-face to keep the closeness. That, and I love kissing him.(smiles)

“I need the bottle again, Baby. Will you get me ready, Luv? I thought that was so sexy when you did that.” (He smiles.)

And then his beautiful little hands are coating me with that warm, slippery gel.

“Oh yeah, Darren. Stroke me.”

My head falls back.

“Mmm...oh Darren.”

I have wanted this for so long. I’m finally getting to top. Yes! I’ve got to use everything I can think of to make this enjoyable for him.

“Hey Rich?”
“Luv?”
“Fuck me senseless.”

I gasp. He wraps his legs around me. I need no further invitation. I push into him in one smooth stroke. And then he makes that silly horse-whinny, and we’re both laughing.

“You’re so damned cute, you know that?”

I start moving slowly. Don’t wanna hurt him, but mmm, this is heaven on earth.

“You okay, Luv?”
“You can go faster, Rich.”
“You sure?”
“Giddyap!”

I crack up laughing.
I’m trying to make love to him, to be passionate, and he’s making cowboy jokes.

“What am I gonna do with you, Darren? Yeah I know, don’t say it. ‘Fuck me senseless.’ Okay, you asked for it.”

I raise myself up so my hands are on either side of his head, and start driving into him deeper and faster. His mouth falls open.

“ ‘m I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare!”
“You like it like this, Baby?”

He nods.

“Ooh...Darren..you feel so...mmm...”

I shift slightly so our bodies are closer and I can free up my hands to touch him. His hands are running down my back. Mmm...I love that. Not sure why, but I do.

“Ooh yeah Rich, right there! Do that again!”

Our bodies are flowing together, bringing each other closer by the second.
It feels so silky, so hot.

“I’m getting so close, Darren.”
“Me too. Don’t stop. Fuck me, Rich!”

Hearing him say it like that spurs me on.

“Oh God, Darren!”

I’m biting my lip, holding my breath, trying to extract a few more seconds of delicious pleasure from this joining before I explode inside him. I feel his muscles clenching around me.

“Ohh...Richard...I’m coming!”
“Darren, me too! Oh yeah...oh Honey, yes!”

We release together, at the same second, and we’re so lost in each other, I almost feel like we become one body and one soul, swirled together, our two colours mixing together like a kaleidoscope. How’s that for imagery? I described it to him, and he thought it was brilliant, and wants to use it in a video. We won’t tell anyone that it represents our lovemaking, of course, but it’d be neat to try it. Think I’ll fool around with the images and see what I come up with. What colours should I use for Darren, and which ones for me? I’ll see what he thinks. Is there a word for that? The whole “two becoming one” phenomenon? If there’s not, I’m sure we could come up with one. We do that sometimes. Make up words. I think you have to be really close to someone to be able to do that. Okay, I digress. Got a bit sidetracked. Not sure why he was so reluctant to do this. It was wonderful. He still prefers to top, but at least he’ll relinquish control every now and again and let me.

And the word we came up with?

“Darrichardising”.
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