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So Beautiful	By : Leneanna Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The other day, we were sitting on the floor, next to Wally’s bed, cleaning his ears. You have to keep your dog’s ears clean, especially dogs with big, heavy ears like Wally’s, lest they develop a rather nasty and unpleasant ear infection. It made me think of my childhood. I used to get ear infections all the time, especially in the summer, because I swam a lot. I was the kid who always dove to the bottom of the deep end to retrieve whatever was thrown in. Invariably, I’d wake up howling in pain, and get hauled off to the doctor, who had my mum put these godawful drops in my ears that smelled like vinegar. And it occurred to me that the dog was actually enjoying this. Maybe it was all the attention.

“This couldn’t possibly feel good to him, could it?”

“Why wouldn’t it? We’re not hurting him”, Darren counters.

“I didn’t say we were, Darling. It’s just that I hated ear drops as a boy.”

“Yes, but that’s because you were already in pain. This prevents painful infections. I think he knows we do this because we love him. Don’t you, Wally?”

His little tail starts wagging.

“Besides”, Darren continues, “I dry my ears with cotton swabs after I shower, and I think it feels kinda nice.”

I laugh.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah.”

“ ‘Nice’ like how? Like ‘sensual’ nice or ‘comforting’ nice?”

“I dunno. Maybe a bit of both.”

“Really?”, I reply, tantalized by the possibilities.

“So, say next time we’re loving each other, and I touch your ear, or kiss it... Would that do something for you?”

He shrugs, smiling.

“Muahahaha! I’m gonna have fun finding out!”, I tease, rubbing my hands together, and grinning evilly.

We finish with the dog, and help each other up off the floor, heading to the kitchen sink to wash our hands, and put the “Doggie Ear Cleaner” up in the cabinet. I’m studying Darren’s ear as I stand next to him, waiting my turn at the sink. Without even turning around, he can feel my gaze.

“You’re burning a hole through my head with your eyes, Richard!”

I giggle as he moves aside so I can wash my hands.

“It’s killing you, isn’t it?”, he asks.

I reach for his face.

“Just one little...”

“Don’t!...touch my face with wet hands... Dry them first.”

I roll my eyes.

“Picky, picky, picky! I don’t have cooties, Darren.”

I dry my hands and hold them up for inspection.

“Come sit on the couch with me, Darren. I wanna see what kind of touch you respond to.”

I hop onto the couch.

“Lay your head in my lap, Luv. Please?”

He giggles.

“Ow! Hey, easy there! I haven’t got much to start with. Don’t flatten it!”

He’s laughing.

“Sorry, Rich. Did I hurt you?”

He plants a kiss on the zipper of my jeans.

“Nothing a few more kisses won’t fix, Luv.”

He gazes up at me, and gently lays his head in my lap.

“Close your eyes, my sweet Darren, and just relax. That’s it, Luv”, I say softly.

I gently stroke the curve of his ear, on the outside, and follow it to the inside.

“Does that feel nice?”

He nods, and shows me how he wants me to touch him.

“Right there? How’s that?”

“Mmm...nice...”

“Would you do one more thing for me, Darren? Would you take your shirt off?”

“Why? Wanna count my fat rolls?”

“Oh stop it! Of course not! I just love seeing you like that. And touching you. And I’ve got more fat than you’ll ever have.”

“I will if you will also.”

“Deal.”

We snuggle on the couch. I pull him close, just running my fingers over his skin.

“Such a sexy boy. See, this is my safe place in the world.”

I lay my head on his chest.

“Nothing can harm me here. I’m safe.”

He looks at me, incredulously.

“I had no idea you felt that way, Richard.”

“Do you remember, Darren? The first time we made love. We were laying like this afterwards. As soon as you wrapped your arms around me, I knew. I was no longer a lost orphan. I was home.”

“Aww...Baby...you never told me that before.”

I close my eyes and snuggle in his embrace. He kisses my forehead.

“I feel safe in your arms too, Beautiful. I’ll never let you go”, he whispers.

I look up at him, and he leans in to kiss me. And while he does, I stroke his ear, and he groans softly.

“I love you so much, Richard.”

“I love you too, Darren.”

While we’re gazing at one another, his stomach growls. I pat it and smile.

“You’re hungry?”

“A bit. Yeah.”

“What do you feel like having for dinner?”

“Not sure, but I don’t feel like cooking.”

“Me neither. I guess we’re going out then?”

“Wanna try that new French place? Supposed to be really good.”

“Sure.”
“Alright with you if I ring up a few friends?”

“I don’t care. Who?”

“Tracey. I haven’t seen her since May.”

“Fine by me, Luv. Is it really fancy-schmancy? Do we have to dress up?”

“Eh. I’d throw a jacket on.”

I laugh.

“With no shirt and grungy sneakers?”

“Totally.”

I stand up.

“Guess I’d better go change then. You coming up?

“Soon as I get a hold of her.”

“Okay, Luv.”

I kiss him and pick my shirt up off the floor as I head upstairs. We can resume cuddling after dinner. I plan on it. (smiles)
I take a quick shower, and D comes up as I’m getting dressed.

“We’re meeting Tracey and Will there.”

I nod. He gives me a kiss.

“You smell yummy, Baby. Might have to gobble you up tonight.”

“Can I get that in writing, Luv?”

He winks. I still get butterflies when he does that.

“I’m gonna go shower.”

“Shall I pull something out of your closet, Darren?”

“Not sure yet. I’ll think about what I’m wearing while I shower. Love you.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.”

I hear him singing in there, but I can’t tell what song it is.

“Richard?”

“Yes, Luv?”

I open the bathroom door. Once again, Darren has neglected to flip on the exhaust fan. It’s a complete steam room.

“Did you need something, Luv?”

“Yeah, do we have a new bottle of shampoo in the closet? This one’s used up.”

He hands me the empty bottle, which I toss, and quietly open the window to let out all the steam.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you. Oh, and Rich?”

I stop.

“Could you pull my blue shirt out of the closet?”

“And which trousers?”

“The grey ones.”

“All set, Luv. Shall I pick out your socks and underpants as well?”

He laughs.

“Go ahead.”

I toss them on the bed. Wally is eyeballing that pair of socks with evil intent.

“Oh no you don’t!”

I re-locate them to the top of the dresser, and he flops back down into his bed with a sigh. I kneel beside it to pet him.

“You were going to make off with Daddy’s socks and chew them up, weren’t you?”

He gives me a guilty look and averts his eyes.

“Silly git, don’t give me that look! It’s pathetic.”

I scratch his ears. I swear, Darren could use up half the water in London in one shower! Finally, I hear him shut it off. He’s still singing. He comes out wrapped in a towel, looking beautiful.

“Did you remember to dry those ears, Darren?”

“Yes, and I enjoyed it, too.”

“I’ll bet you did.”

“Why are my socks up there?”

‘Because this one over here was sizing them up for the old ‘grab and run’.”

Darren gasps.

“Waldo! Not Daddy’s socks!”

More guilty looks. Darren can’t resist. He’s on the floor, giving the dog cuddles. His towel is still precariously wrapped around him, and I’m dying to yank it off. He beats me to it. He stands up and peels it off, all strip-teasy. I wrap my arms around my naked lover.

“I could do you and be done with it in five minutes?” , I offer.

“Let’s save it for after dinner, and we won’t have to rush, yeah?”

“Okay. Was worth a try, though.”

He smiles. God, he’s gorgeous! I know he doesn’t think he is, but I could just watch his body move all day. I love his every curve, and how my fingers just glide over his skin. I remember the first time we cuddled on the couch, touching each other so tentatively. The tension was electric.

“Richard?”

I snap out of my daydream.

“What were you thinking about? You were smiling."

“Touching you.”

“You like touching me?”

“Of course!”

“There will be sex tonight, won’t there?”

“Damn right! I’ll be lusting for you all during dinner.”

He comes in close.

“I love how you desire me.”

“I do. All the time.”

“Thank you for loving me, Richard.”

I grab him and kiss him before he can pull away.

“Mmm...Richard...you’re frisky tonight. I like it.”

“You’ll like it more when I don’t have to stop.”

“Come on, ya little hornbag! Let’s go eat.”

Somehow I made it through dinner, even with sex-on-the-brain. It was good to see Will and Tracey again. The restaurant was lovely, too.
We walked home holding hands, laughing the entire time. Once we got home, we changed back into our jeans, and took Wally for his evening walk. I think we needed to walk off this meal. I can tell that Darren’s feeling a bit pensive at the moment. Sometimes he gets like this when things are going well. It goes back to his childhood, when he could expect things to go wrong after awhile. There’s not a lot I can do, but to gently remind him that those days are past, and things are stable now. I held his hand as we stood in the park, and rested my head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes; tears streaming down his face. I’ll do anything to take his pain away.

“Listen to my voice, Luv. There’s no one yelling. No hitting, no threats. You’re safe. You’re surrounded by love. Mine. And Wally’s.”

He opens his eyes and pulls me close.

“They’re just bad memories, Sweetheart. They can’t hurt you anymore. Don’t give them the power.”

“What would I do without you, Richard?”

“It’s irrelevant, Darren. You’ve got me. You’ll always have me.”

We collected the dog and headed home. He went online, I think to write a blog about his feelings. I went upstairs and changed into lounge pants, and came back down to watch telly on the couch. I made myself a cup of tea, and brought one to Darren, who was sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop.

“Thank you, Darling. I’ll join you in just a few minutes, alright?”

“Whenever you’re done, Darren. I’ll be on the couch.”

I grab the remote and start flipping channels.

“God, I love my fans! I posted a blog, asking if anyone else is holding onto childhood baggage, and I got dozens of replies in like, a minute.”

“Good people.”

“Oh my God!”, he continues, “It’s so sad, what some of these people have been through! They’re brave to even talk about it.”

“I think they feel safe telling you, because they know you won’t judge them, Luv. And you’ve been there.”

“I’m so blessed. I just love these people! I think I’ll give them a few free downloads as a gift.”

He spent a few more minutes on the computer.

“I feel a lot better now.”

“Good. Come lie with me?”

“I need to get undressed first.”

“You can do that here. Just put your dirty clothes in the wash room.”

He smiles.

“Be right back.”

A moment later, I hear “Ow!”

I roll my eyes. What’s he done now?

“Darren? Are you alright?”

He’s laughing. That’s a good sign. At least the iron hasn’t fallen on his head and knocked him out cold.

“I tripped over the basket and stubbed my toe. It got stuck in one of the holes in the basket.”

“You’re such a spaz! Are you bleeding?”

“A bit. I scraped it.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake! I’m coming, hang on.”

I jump off the couch and go to rescue Darren in the wash room. I can’t help laughing. He’s so bloody accident-prone!

“Think you can hobble to the loo so I can tend to your bloody toe?”

“You’re laughing at me!”

“And you wouldn’t laugh if it was me?”

“Okay, so I’m a klutz.”

“Gee, you think? Sit!”, I command him, as I pull the box of Star Wars bandages out of the medicine cabinet and wash off his barely-visible wound. He’s plainly enjoying the attention.

“There now. All better.”

“You didn’t kiss it!”, he protests.

I break down in a fit of giggles, attempting to kiss the foot he has just thrust into my face.

“Darren, this is absurd!”

“Kiss it! It won’t get better if you don’t kiss it,” he insists.

I study his cute little C3PO-wrapped toe, and bestow the required healing kiss upon it. He’s delighted.

“The things I do because I love you, Darren!”

“Thank you, Richard!”

I manage to get him to the couch with no further calamities, and we cuddle up together, still giggling.

“I’ve a right mind to ring up your mum and tell her how you made me kiss your hairy toe!”

“Better than what else hairy you usually kiss.”

“Your mum doesn’t need those details.”

“And your mum never kissed your boo-boos when you were a lad?” , he asks.

“Not my feet. She was forever having to pull splinters out of my feet, because I never wanted to wear shoes. My sister would threaten to carve it out with a steak knife, and I’d run screaming to Mum. I think the fear of the extraction was worse than the splinter itself.”

“I’m going to ask your sister about that.”

“She’ll probably deny it.”

Darren finds one of his reality-TV fashion programmes, and his eyes light up. He has to clue me in on who these people are. Not my thing, but at least he’s here with me, not stumbling round in the dark, getting his toes stuck in wash-basket holes. (tee hee)

“Does it still hurt?”

“It stings.”

“Aw, maybe I could distract you from the pain. Would a kiss help?”

“On my toe?”

“No, not on your bloody toe!”, I reply, laughing.

“Like this...”

He looks into my eyes.

“It’s starting to feel better. I need another one.”

Paradise. Absolute paradise, to be all wrapped up in each other’s arms, barely dressed, making out on the couch.

“Mmm...this was worth kissing your toe for.”

We take a break while he watches the show. I close my eyes. For our bodies being so close together, I’m actually not aroused. Yet. Which isn’t to say I won’t be with a bit of persuasion. But first, an attempt to get D to admit to having other erogenous zones besides his chest. I gently run my tongue around the curve of his ear. He giggles.

That tickles, Rich.”

“What about this?”

“That feels kinda...mmm...”

He squirms a bit, and looks at me. I pull a face to get him to laugh. He gives me another kiss, and slides his hand just under the waistband of my pants, resting on my hip. Just to be cheeky, he pulls out the waistband and peers down my pants. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Lose something down there, Luv?”, I snicker.

“Nope. Just making sure all bits are accounted for.”

“I left ‘em in the other pair of trousers”, I retort, still keeping a straight face.

He cracks up. I can’t help but smile when he laughs.

“You’re so cute, Rich.”

“You’re cuter.”

“I wanna touch you.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

His hand disappears down my sleep-pants to cup my scrotum in his palm. I hold my breath, looking deep into his eyes. His hand is so warm.

“Feels nice, Darren.”

He nuzzles my ear.

“Just showing the boys some love.”

“The boys appreciate it,” I whisper back, “Touch me just behind...yeah, right there.”

My heart rate is speeding up. I hold his face with both hands and give him a juicy kiss.

“Can you show me something, Richard?”

“What’s that, Luv?”

“How to do you without gagging. I wanna try.”

“I’m not sure it’s something I can teach you, but I’ll try. You have to breathe through your nose. Relax. Alright, now just...ooh, it feels good being in your mouth...just breathe...relax your muscles, Darren. Like you’re swallowing a pill. Okay?”

He nods.

“Alright, just swallow. Real easy, Luv.”

He’s tentative, but he does manage to constrict around me a couple of times before his gag reflex kicks back in. I quickly withdraw from his mouth.

“Just takes practice, Luv, but it felt good. See how aroused you got me?”

“Sorry, Rich. Gonna have to work up to it.”

“Listen to me, Darren. I’m not complaining. You give great BJ’s. You don’t have to take it in that far. Just suck on it. Even just the head is fine, Luv. That’s where I like it anyway. Do that little flutter thing right here. Oh my God, yes, like that!”

He smiles. I’m soaring.

“Ohh...yeah...(gasp) oh God...that feels good...Darren...uhhh...give me your hand. Tighten it right here... Now suck...don’t stop...”

I’m trembling.

“Darren...(gasp)...Baby...love you so much...oh God...you’re gonna make me come...”

My head falls back, and I’m moaning with reckless abandon. He gets out of the way just in time, because I shot it all over myself, pretty far too. He was applying pressure in just the right spot to make me explode. I see stars...planets...the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz...a flying cow. I laugh at my own joke.

“What? What is it, Darling?”, he asks, wrapping me in his arms, “You look so happy.”

“I was seeing stars... planets...the Wicked Witch...a flying cow...”

‘You’re being silly.”

I take a deep breath and sigh, smiling.

“I feel so good right now, Darren. Mmm...would you do me a small favor, Luv? Fetch me a towel so I can clean myself up?”

“Totally. Be right back.”

Gotta stay awake long enough to return the favor. (yawn)

I could drift off right now. Darren kneels beside the couch and wipes the mess off me. So loving. He traces my mouth with his finger.

“I know you’re sleepy, Beautiful. I just...I want you so much.”

“Think we should go upstairs?”

“Yeah, probably, because we’re both gonna fall asleep once we’re done.”

We re-locate to our bedroom and snuggle under the sheets.

“How about if this time you go down on me instead of me fucking you? Just for variety.”

“Is that what you’re in the mood for?”

“Yeah. Would you?”

“Sure, Luv. Regular, or deluxe version?”

He laughs.

“Regular. Nice and slow.”

I wink at him. Half the fun of it is just seeing how much he enjoys it. And I really like having music on in the background. Kinda makes it feel pornographic. I’ve even burned this mix-CD with my favorite “shagging music” on it. Darren refuses to do it to his own music, even though I think several of his songs are really sexy, especially the older ones. One of my favorite positions to be in when we’re just kissing is me on top, with his arms wrapped tightly around me. Depending on what happens next, he usually rolls us over so he’s on top. But since I’m doing him this time, I just take my time working my way down his body, touching and kissing every yummy inch of his pale skin, and watching his expression to see what he responds to. I’m pretty good at reading his non-verbal cues. His breathing, his eyes. He’s usually pretty vocal though, sometimes to the point where half a city-block can hear him. (smiles)
But tonight, I’ve got the music on very softly, and the lights dim, and he’s moaning just above a whisper. Whispering is sexy.

“Ooh...right there...just like that...oh Rich...(gasp) you’re so good...more...ohh...”

I think he’s seeing the flying cow too.

“Mmm, Darren, you taste so sweet.”

I concentrate on the head of his manhood, slowly licking up every drop that seeps from him.

“Better than honey, Baby.”

He smiles, his face glowing with perspiration. I go back to sucking him, drawing him into my mouth, moving up and down his length. His moans get louder. He’s gripping the sheets really tightly in his fists, and a sure sign that he’s close to climaxing is when my name becomes the predominant sound he repeats. Our eyes meet. He’s taking shuddery breaths, and I feel his body tensing. Any second now.

“Richard...ohh...RICHARD!!!”

Yup. Flying cow AND the Wicked Witch.
I wonder how many calories are in a mouthful of...?
Alright, (laughing), I know it’s kinda gross, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s better than that Caramel Whatchamacallit concoction he gets at Starbucks. And I’ll bet you I really could look up the calorie count on the internet. I’ll let you know if I find it. But not tonight. Gotta cuddle my Honey Boy until he falls asleep.

“I love you sooo much, Richard.”

I kiss him gently and smile.

“I love you too, Honey. You’re beautiful.”

Darren was smiling as he drifted off to sleep in my arms, and I wouldn’t trade that for all the Caramel Venti-whatevers in the world.
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