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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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6. Richard's Birthday Surprise

One of the neat things about Darren having his own indie label is that he’s got “people”. A whole staff at his beck and call that can pretty much make anything happen. So I’m not sure why I was so gobsmacked at the lengths they went to for this surprise party. Strictly Darren’s doing, of course. All our friends. My family. Even his sister flew in. They didn’t just book a banquet room at a restaurant. They rented the whole place. Nice, yeah? Darren personally selected the play list for the DJ. And the whole place was decorated in really kitschy 80's. I loved it! Meanwhile, he tells me we’re going somewhere nice, somewhere special, and it’s just the two of us. So I’m just wearing a jacket. Nothing too fancy. Unbeknownst to me, everyone but the Queen Herself is there, and he’s brought an outfit for me to change into. The cheesiest 80's throwback lameʹ, perfect for hitting all the gay clubs on Retro Night. So we walk in, and now I’m getting suspicious. Something’s just off about this. It’s really dark, and...where is everyone? This place is usually packed.

I look at Darren like, “Alright Luv, what’s going on ‘ere?”

He gives someone the high sign, and this strobe light starts going off. I’m temporarily dazed. Can’t see a thing, and people are coming out of the back rooms from everywhere, only I don’t realize they’re all our friends.
Then the strobe stops and the lights come up, and everyone is yelling “Surprise!”

Well done, Darren! I’ll get you for this.

Everyone is dressed in their best, or maybe their worst, 80's outfits. I’m greeting all these people, and I suddenly realize I’ve no idea where Darren’s run off to.

“Anyone seen Darren?”, I ask.
“He’s changing into his 80's outfit. He says to send you to the men’s lounge. He’s got something for you.”

I roll my eyes. I swear, he’s so bloody corny sometimes!
I walk in there.

“Hello, Darling!”

I can’t help but laugh. He actually looks hot in those clothes.

“You’re unbelievable.”
“Yes, but you love me, Darling.”
“Of course I do. C’mere, you!”

I give him this big juicy kiss and whisper, “I’m gonna fuck the piss out of you tonight.”
“Mmm yeah, can’t wait. Here, I bought this for you. Put it on.”

So we emerge from the loo, two disco queers stuck in a time warp. And they’re playing Donna Summer and Patrick Hernandez. I loved “Born to be Alive”!

“Where in the hell did you find that?”
“Ebay, Darling. And it gets better. You get to keep it. Dance with me, Baby.”

I used to be pretty good, but it’s been years. What the hell. He wants dirty dancing? He’s got it. And I’m not even drunk. They’re all gathering ‘round us, cheering us on. Why am I feeling so exhibitionistic tonight? Oh yeah, it’s my birthday.
“Love to Love You, Baby.”

Now I’m in trouble. Or maybe he is. One of us is going to get horny before this one’s over. Probably both of us. I’m gonna play it up for all it’s worth. We’re both workin’ it against each other, and his sister is laughing her arse off. I’ve got my head back and my eyes closed.

“Ooh yeah, Rich. You’re so hot.”

He pulls me closer, with one arm around my waist.

“I’m horny as hell right now.”
“What should I do about it? Make you come in your polyester pants?”
“That wouldn’t be cool. Keep grindin’ against me. Feels good, Rich.”
“You know what, Luv? Your package looks good in those pants. Especially now that you’re aroused. Ooh, I could just trace the outline...”
“Now who’s all hot and bothered?”
“Wanna find a dark closet and have it off, then?”
“Everyone’s gonna know.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I hope the next song is a bit slower.”
“Be right back.”

Darren goes to talk to the DJ, and his sister Tracey takes his place with me.

“Wow Richard, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“If your baby brother had his way, he’d have it in him about now.”

She laughs.

“Not sure I needed that visual, Darling.”

Darren’s on the mic.

“I want to thank you all for coming tonight. Richard, My Love, you’ll be coming later.”
“Ow!”

That’s my Darren. Cheeky little bastard.

“Richard, I need you to sit over here for this.”

“What’s he up to?”, I wonder.

“Most of you know this song is about my boy here, but I don’t normally sing to him in public. But because it’s his birthday, I’m going to make an exception.”

So he has me sit in this chair, and he sings “The Only One” to me, on one knee. I tell you, I fought back tears. So romantic. Maybe I won’t fuck the piss out of him. Maybe I’ll just make love to him like it’s life or death tonight. I love him so much. Sometimes I can’t even put it into words. That’s his specialty. When the song ends, he gives me another juicy kiss. Love those. The next song on is “Crazy for You”. That was our first dance at our wedding. He’s holding me really close, looking into my eyes. I’m lost.

“What did I do to deserve all this, Luv?”
“You dared to love me, Richard. That’s what.”
“Oh. Is that all?”, I joke.
“No one else has. You’re the only one.”
“Forever?”
“And ever, My Lion’s Heart.”
“I love you so much, Darren. Thank you for all this. You must’ve gone to all kinds of trouble to organize this.”
“Nah. I think I found my second calling. Party-planning is fun! But you’re very welcome, Darling. In fact, I’m not done with you yet. I’ve got more gifts waiting at home.”
“Great big packages, are they?”

He looks down at his pants.

“Not sure if it’s all that big, but it’s just waiting for you to unwrap.”
Ooh Baby. Can’t wait. Any chance we could just sneak out of here?”
“None.”
“Didn’t think so.”

Next, there’s all this incredible food. And the gifts. I think I know how it feels to be the bride-to-be at a wedding shower. Slightly unnerving, if you ask me. I got a lot of awesome retro stuff. DVD’s and CD’s, mostly. Very cool. Right now I just want to go home and unwrap my favorite present. This isn’t even my 40th birthday yet. No telling what my boy will cook up for that.
So the party finally ends, and we go home. Why, if there’s no smoking allowed, do we both smell like ashtrays? Neither of us smoke. Must have been someone there. First order of business: a shower. Don’t want to make love to an ashtray. Darren loves to gripe about smokers. “Please pollute my air”, and all that. Oh, but I did have fun on the way home, working Darren into a lust-crazed state using only words. We were at a traffic light, and I sighed and smiled.

“What?”
“Oh, just imagining the sound you’re going to make when the head of your cock hits the back of my throat.”
“Mmm. Tease!”
“Yeah Baby, you know you love it!”
“I do love it. What else are you going to do to me? Will you lick my arse?”
“Sure, if you want me to. I’d lick any part of you.”
“Ooh, I’m gettin’ all aroused. Know what else I love?”
“What?”
“When you play with my nipples.”
“Oh I know that. When I do that, it just turns you out. Especially if I get all oral on you.”

Darren laughs.

“Do you know what I just realized, Rich? That I don’t think there’s a single part of my body that I don’t love being kissed on.”
“Funny you should say that, Luv, because on our first date, do you remember that?”
“Of course.”
“I think we were like, making out in the middle of your kitchen...”
“Oh yeah. I remember.”
“And I remember thinking, ‘God I want to pounce on him and lick every inch of his body’.”
“So why didn’t you?”
“Well we did, later, didn’t we?”
“Yeah we did. It was magical, our first time together, wasn’t it?”
“It was great. The next morning, remember?”
“69 on the couch.”
“That was like, the best blow job I’d ever gotten up to that point in my life. You do have a particular flair for them, you know. Did anyone ever tell you that, Darling?”
“What, that I give good head?”
“Yeah.”
“One or two. What about you? Where did you learn that?”
“I don’t know that I learned it so much as I heard about it and tried it. When I realized that oral sex didn’t gag me or gross me out, it just became something I was able to do. I mean, who doesn’t like how it feels?”
“Yeah, but there’s BJ’s and there’s BJ’s.”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
“No Baby, I’m the lucky one.”

So we get home and bring all the gifts into the house, and he takes Wally out for a quick walk. I’ve got a little surprise for him tonight. Remember that toy I told you about? I tried it last time he was on the road. It feels okay, but I can’t wait to see his face when I show him. But first, a nice hot shower. Must rid ourselves of the smell of cigarettes before we pounce on each other. I hear the jingle of the dog running up the stairs, followed by Darren.

“Whatcha doin’, Birthday Boy?”, he asks as he wraps his arms around me.

I smile and kiss him.

“Hmm...getting ready to have a hot shower. Join me?”

He smiles and looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful. (kiss) Yes, I’ll join you.”
“Thank you again for my party. It was amazing.”
“Night’s just begun, My Love. You’re welcome.”

Don’t hot showers feel great when you’re tired? Even better when the one that you love is holding you, and I just close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his arms around me, and the steam. I rest my head against his chest. He kisses my forehead.

“I love you so much, Darren.”
“I love you too, Baby. Want me to wash your hair for you?”
“Can I just stay here in your arms?”
“Sure.”

I lose track of everything when he’s touching me. Is there anything more relaxing than fingers on your scalp? This is bliss. And feeling Darren kissing my neck isn’t bad, either. He stops and just looks at me. My eyes are closed and my head back.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, “I’m going to draw a picture of you like that.”
“Might be easier if we got out of the shower, Luv.”

We laugh. My turn to wash his hair. I think he enjoys that as much as I do.

“Okay Dar, anything else you’d like me to wash?”
“Right here, Baby!”

He puts my hand on his crotch.

“Hand me the soap and I’ll wash you.”

Not sure who’s enjoying it more; me, getting to touch him, or him, shivering as my wet hands glide over his skin. We’re both starting to get aroused. He takes the soap from me and gives me one of those toe-curling juicy kisses as he washes me. And then his fingers close around me, all warm and soapy, and he’s stroking me. My head falls back instantly.

He’s purring in my ear, “That’s it, Baby. Get hard for me. I wanna ride you tonight.”

My brain is trying to process his words, even as I’m leaning against him to keep my legs from giving out underneath me.

“Darren...”
“Feel good?”, he whispers in my ear.
“Oh yes.”

I reach for him too. Growing in my hand. He closes his eyes.

“Mmm...let’s get out. We’re clean enough.”

We towel off, just barely, and enter our bedroom. He opens the drawer of the night stand next to the bed. Where we keep “the stuff”. Time to spring it on him.

“Take that black thing out. I’ve got a little surprise for you, Sweetheart.”
“Huh? What black th...this?”, he asks incredulously, holding it up.

I hold my hand out, and he gives it to me.

“Richard? What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
“Need this too?”

He hands me the bottle.

“While you were touring last month, I tried it. Thought you’d like to see.”

His eyes get all wide.

“Love to. So you tried it, huh? What speed did you have it on?”
“Speed? I didn’t know it was motorized. I just used it manually.”

He shows me this little dial on the base.

“It goes from 0-10.”
“I’ll have to try it next time.”

I watch his eyes as I insert it. I know this turns him on.

“Can I show you something, Richard?”
“What’s that?”

I’m tensing a bit.

“Relax, Darling, I’m not going to impale you on it. I just want to show you how to get the most pleasure from it. Can you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then close your eyes. I swear on my life I won’t hurt you.”

I reluctantly let him replace my hand with his.

“I’m just turning it on the lowest setting. You tell me if it’s uncomfortable. Do you feel it?”
“Barely.”

He turns it up very gradually. It doesn’t hurt. More of a pleasant tickle.

“I’m just going to move it the tiniest bit back and forth. It should feel better than my finger.”

He watches my eyes as he starts. I wasn’t expecting much, but all of a sudden-
whoa! The pressure and the vibration together is intense. I’m squirming.

“Turn it up a bit, Darren. Okay, that’s good. Ooh yeah, right there!”

He smiles.

“I knew you’d like it if you gave it a try. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Mmm...yeah, it does.”

I close my eyes and enjoy it.

“Touch me, Darren.”

He gets a devilish grin on his face and leans over me so I can just feel him breathing on me.

“What would you like me to touch it with, Darling?”, he teases.

I groan when he does that little fluttery thing with his tongue.

“Somebody’s got a raging hard-on.”
“Gee, you think?”
“Yeah, and I know just what I’m going to do with it, too.”

Oh, he will pay for teasing me! He takes the bottle, squeezes a little on his fingers, and reaches behind himself. And with no other preparation, he straddles me and takes me completely into his body. I’m stunned, but ooh, I didn’t see that coming!

“Dar? You okay?”

He nods.

“Should I lie still, or do you want me to move?”
“I wanna. It feels good like this, Rich. You’re so deep in me.”
“Should I take that thing out?”
“No, leave it in. Added stimulation.”

So I lie back and let him find the angle he’s comfortable with. Meanwhile, I wrap my hand around him and stroke him slowly, no faster than he’s moving.

“Ooh yeah, Richard. That feels so nice.”

He starts moving faster. That’s what I was hoping for.

“That’s it, Baby. Ride me. Work it, Darren!”

I think I’m going into sensory overload. That stupid black thing is making me feel all tingly inside, and he’s riding me, so tight and squeezy around me. And the way he’s moving is apparently hitting his prostate too, because he’s moaning louder.

“Richard...”
“Darren... (gasp)..ooh...just like that. Don’t stop. Oh God, Baby.”

Groaning..squeezing...sliding...

“Feels so good... Richard...”
“Darren...”
“I’m gonna...oh God...”
“Darren!”
“Richard!”

Stars are exploding behind my eyes, and I swear I felt that orgasm all the way to my brain. It kept coming for so long. When he finally climbed off me, we were both spent and exhausted. But my whole body was just glowing. I look at him, all snuggled up against me. Tears are running down his face.

“Dar? You alright, Luv?”

He nods. I brush the tears off his face.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He shakes his head.

“Then what’s wrong, Honey? Why are you crying?”
“I don’t mean to, Rich. That was so beautiful. It’s never been this way with anyone else. Like I...I felt your soul or something.”
“I know, Luv. I felt that too.”
“I love you so much, Richard. More than you could ever know.”

Now he’s got me started. I’m getting all choked up.

“I love you too, Baby. So much.”
“I think I like having you in me.”
“I think I like that black thing.”

We giggle.

“Happy Birthday, Richard.”
“God, I love you, Darren!”

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