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Starting at the Beginning	By : Katma Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2042 -:- 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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Darren froze, his lips still touching Daniel’s, shocked into almost complete sobriety. Pull away, pull away, his mind screamed at him, but his body refused to obey. Daniel’s lips were soft and yet hard at the same time, an intoxicating combination. Darren’s mind raced with the possibilities. He could pull away, which was what the more rational side of his mind wanted him to do, or he could lean in a little closer and deepen this kiss. But what about what Daniel wants? his mind asked. Well, Daniel isn’t pulling away, now is he? Darren rationalized. And Darren wanted this. He wanted this more than he had ever believed he could want something.

The feeling of Daniel’s lips on his own felt right. Darren felt… completed, suddenly. His constant moving around in the last couple of years, from Australia to New York to San Francisco, had been
Darren’s attempt to find some place he belonged. After Colby had left him he had felt adrift, unable to find someplace where he fit. And now, he had finally found home in the lips and the embrace of his best friend. When that thought registered, Darren’s eyes flew open and he pulled away, staggering back a few steps. Oh, my God, he realized. I love him. I’m in love with Danny.

Suddenly it all made sense. Their almost too-close friendship and Darren’s need to touch Daniel when they were together. How easy flirting with him onstage had always been. The huge sense of betrayal he’d felt when Daniel said he wanted out. How he’d been hurt more by Daniel’s defection than he had been by his breakup with Colby. The sense of something left unfulfilled that entire year without Daniel. It all led back to this one epiphany. He almost laughed at the irony of it all. He’d been in love with Daniel almost the entire time they had been together, and he’d been blind to that fact until after the band had separated. How incredibly soap opera-ish of him. Darren was startled out of his thoughts by Daniel’s voice.

Daniel had not been happy when Darren had pulled away from their kiss. He had felt more alive than he had in a long time when Darren had kissed him, and he wanted that feeling back. So he raised himself up on one elbow and turned his intense green gaze on the singer. Darren looked pale and shocked, and worry for him managed to penetrate the alcoholic fog that clouded Daniel’s brain.

“Dare? You ok?” he asked softly. Darren jumped at the sound of his voice, and turned startled blue eyes to his. The lost, scared look in them managed to shake a little more sobriety into Daniel.

“C’mere,” he invited, patting the side of the bed next to him.

Darren went, a little reluctantly, and sat down next to Daniel. Daniel managed to lever himself completely upright, ignoring the swinging of the room around him as he did so. He looked deeply into Darren’s bright blue eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong. The singer was acting differently than he had all night, and Daniel was worried, more worried than he wanted to admit, about this change in demeanor.

“Dazza?” he asked, using his pet name. He hadn’t used it in a very long time, but it just felt right to use it n The There was an intimacy here that couldn’t be ignored.

Darren blinked in surprise. He hadn’t heard Daniel call him Dazza in such a long time. His defenses lowered just a little.

“What?” he whispered in return.

“Daz, what’s wrong? You’re acting funny.”

“N-nothing’s wrong. I… it’s nothing, Danny.”

Darren looked away, but Daniel put his hand on the side of Darren’s cheek, turning the singer’s head so that his eyes met Daniel’s again. He didn’t even notice when his hand began caressing the curve of Darren’s cheek, but Darren did. His breathing sped up and his tongue flickered out to wet his lips. Daniel caught the movement, and his eyes fixed on Darren’s full pink lips. Darren’s proximity was doing crazy things to him, things that he had never felt around the singer before, and he wanted nothing more at this moment than to explore these new, exciting feelings.

“Dazza,” he murmured, his low voice even deeper than normal. He leaned in closer, watching
as Darren’s eyes first widened, then half shut. The singer’s head tilted back slightly in an obvious, if
unconscious, invitation.

“Jonesy,” he whispered breathily. “I don’t think… we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what, Daz?” Daniel asked, his lips a hairsbreadth away from Darren’s. He knew Darren wanted this as much as he did, could feel it in the rapid breaths that fanned across his cheeks and lips, could sense it in the tension radiating off of Darren’s body. Darren mustered every ounce of control he had in him.

“I don’t think we should be doing this,” he said, his voice barely audible. He didn’t pull away, however, and that was enough for Daniel.

“Then don’t think,” he ordered roughly, and captured Darren’s lips with his own.

Daniel cupped Darren’s face in both of his hands, fingertips lightly grazing the singer’s jawbone and the soft skin behind his ear. He kissed Darren with everything he had in him, and knew the moment Darren capitulated to the inevitable. In the space of a second, all the tension that had held Darren’s body stiff and away from his disappeared, and the singer melted against him. Darren’s arms wrapped around the guitarist’s neck, his fingers tangling in the short hair. His lips opened to Daniel’s probing tongue, and he gave a low moan. It was the most beautiful sound Daniel had ever heard.

Darren’s head reeled with the overflow of sensation. Daniel’s lips were hard and hungry, provoking an equally abandoned response from Darren. His tongue slipped out of his own mouth to
explore the warm cavern of Daniel’s. The taste of the younger man was more potent than the alcohol they had consumed that night, and Darren felt he was drowning in it. The singer was hyperaware of every place their bodies touched. It was more than he could have ever dreamed. Darren’s voice of reason, however, managed to penetrate even the haze of arousal that
surrounded him. You shouldn’t be doing this, it whispered fiercely. Daniel’s going to regret this in the morning, and you know it.

The thought hurt, shocking some awareness back into Darren. He managed to pull his mouth
away from Daniel’s ravenous one for a moment and sucked in a great breath of air. Daniel, however, merely took this as an opportunity to continue his explorations down Darren’s cheek and onto the column of his neck. It was very distracting, to say the least. Darren gasped softly and threw his head back, exposing more of his neck to Daniel’s questing lips. He moaned softly, and
Daniel answered with a low growl. Again gathering up the shreds of his self-control, Darren tried one more time to stop what was going on.

“Ah—Jonesy,” he gasped. “Jonesy, please… we, ah, we have to stop.”

Daniel slowly dragged his lips back up from Darren’s neck, hovering a bare inch away from Darren’s kiss-swollen ones. One of his hands moved down Darren’s back in a long stroke, creeping around the front of Darren’s body to rest just above the obvious bulge that indicated his interest in the proceedings. Darren inhaled sharply, and Daniel chuckled.

“Do you really want to stop, Dazza?” he murmured from his position just above Darren’s tempting lips.

Darren gave a small half sob and closed the distance between his lips and Daniel’s. He was
lost and he knew it. Daniel’s arms closed triumphantly around Darren’s back. The singer kissed Daniel with a reckless passion that stunned him as much as it turned him on. Their tongues
started a war for dominance as Daniel slowly pushed Darren onto his back. Darren wriggled underneath him, trying to get comfortable, and brought their groins into contact.

Daniel gasped loudly into Darren’s mouth. Darren took the opportunity to suck Daniel’s bottom lip into his mouth. He bit the tender flesh lightly and was rewarded by Daniel’s groan and an almost brutal kiss, which he returned with equal ferocity. His hands began to wander, stroking lightly down Daniel’s back, hesitating at the waistband of his pants, and then running back up, this time under the shirt. Darren could feel Daniel’s muscles working underneath the captivating warmth of his skin, and it thrilled him.

Daniel tore his mouth away from Darren’s to trail a line of biting kisses down Darren’s neck. He moved back up, running his tongue over the curl of Darren’s ear and gently nipped the lobe, smiling in satisfaction as Darren jumped in reaction. In retaliation, Darren raked his blunt nails down Daniel’s back. The shiver this provoked rubbed their erections together, and this time both gasped. Darren rolled his hips hesitantly, starting a rhythm designed to drive them both wild. It was too much. Daniel’s hands went to the hem of Darren’s shirt, and he tugged it up roughly.

“Off,” he growled, and Darren obediently sat up enough for Daniel to pull the shirt over his head. Darren took this opportunity to pull Daniel’s own shirt off, and when they next came together for a kiss, it was skin to skin. Daniel pulled away to look at the expanse of warm skin exposed for his view and grinned wickedly up at Darren. His hands began a thorough exploration, soon followed by his mouth. Darren groaned when Daniel’s tongue drew a circle around one erect nipple while his hand
teased the other. He shifted restlessly underneath Daniel. Daniel flicked the erect bud with his tongue, then laved it thoroughly. He listened to Darren’sns ons of pleasure with a grin, then quickly
turned his attention to the other nipple.

The guitarist’s hand traced a path down Darren’s stomach, fingers tangling briefly in the hair that arrowed down from his navel. Then he nimbly flicked the button of Darren’s fly open and unzipped it, exposing Darren’s boxer-clad cock to the cool air of the room.

“Danny!” Darren cried out in surprise. The guitarist looked up from Darren’s chest long enough to meet the singer’s gaze with eyes gone almost black with lust. Then he looked downward at
Darren’s cock. One hand reached out to gently close around it, and Darren jerked in response. The other hand quickly pushed Darren’s pants off his hips and down his legs, where Darren kicked them off. Daniel then began a gentle exploration of Darren’s cock, his hand learning the size and feel of it. When he could tell that his teasing was becoming too much for the singer, he pushed the boxers off as well, leaving Darren completely naked and open to his eyes.

Daniel scooted down so that he was lying between Darren’s legs, at eye level with Darren’s twitching cock. He had never done this before, and that realization was beginning to penetrate the cloud of lust and alcohol presently in control of his brain. He hesitated for a moment, then looked up to see Darren’s dark eyes watching him through slit lids. The look was unknowingly seductive, as was the expression in Darren’s eyes. Lust was there, yes, but something more, something Daniel dared not name. Whatever it was, it was enough to push back the fear that had been approaching.

His eyes locked with Darren’s, Daniel leaned forward just a little and ran his tongue up the length of Darren’s cock. Darren’s eyes closed in pleasure as Daniel continued his gentle, teasing treatment, first stroking up the length of him then swirling his tongue around the head, licking up the drops of precum that gathered there. Daniel waited until Darren’s writhing motions and moans told him that he needed more, then in one smooth motion swallowed Darren as far as he could. Which, he thought a bit wryly, wasn’t that far, but Darren sure didn’t seem to mind. Darren moaned deeply, back arching off the bed, and Daniel began to suck hard, using what he knew he liked to give pleasure to Darren. One hand moved down to gently stroke Darren’s balls as he increased the suction.

This was too much for Darren. He tensed, then came, screaming Daniel’s name. Daniel was a bit unprepared for the sheer volume of cum that hit the back of his throat and he choked, quickly
pulling back. He glanced up at Darren, a little embarrassed by his inexperience. Darren’s eyes were closed, his face perfectly relaxed. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped his lips, and his eyes slowly opened. He met Daniel’s serious gaze with an intense one of his own, then opened his arms for
him. Daniel crawled up Darren’s body and kissed the singer softly but passionately. Darren returned the kiss, then suddenly flipped Daniel over onto his back. Daniel’s wide, surprised emerald eyes met Darren’s wickedly twinkling blue ones.

“You, my dear Jonesy,” Darren purred into his ear, “Are wearing too many clothes.”

“Am I?” Daniel asked on an exhalation as Darren’s teeth raked over his earlobe.

“Mmhmm,” said the singer, hands trailing down Daniel’s chest to play with the waistband of his jeans.

“And—oh! what do you intend to do about that, Daz?”

Darren’s answer did not come in words.

* * * * * *

Much later, the two lay entwined in an exhausted heap. Daniel’s head rested on Darren’s
chest, and Darren was gently rubbing his back in soothing motions. Daniel snuggled in closer, a tired sigh escaping him. He pressed a soft kiss to Darren’s chest, then whispered softly,

“Love you, Daz.”

Darren froze, hardly daring to breathe. He stared at the blonde head on his chest, unable to suck in enough air to even form the question hovering on his lips.

“Danny?” he finally managed to ask hoarsely. His only response, however, was the quiet sound of Daniel’s even, relaxed breathing. He had fallen asleep. Darren felt a tug on his heartstrings. Maybe this situation wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed at first. Gently, so as not to wake him, Darren pressed a kiss into Daniel’s hair. He pulled the sheets up over them and pulled Daniel tighter into his embrace.

“Love you, too, Jonesy,” he returned before allowing sleep to claim him.
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