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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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Oh my God, the other day, Darren and I were watching...what were we watching? I don’t even remember, I was laughing so hard. I just got the giggles and couldn’t stop. Darren wasn’t helping, either. He kept pulling faces at me. And then he started. He has this laugh like a mad hyena on helium. I nearly pissed my pants. When we tried to stop, we just kept setting each other off. I had to stop looking at him. We were being totally silly. I remember now. It was one of those “hidden camera- joke’s on you” type shows. I’m doubled over with laughter on the couch, and he gets up and comes back with a sketch pad.

“What are you doing?”
“Sketching you.”

We’re on opposite sides of the couch, facing toward each other, our feet kind of draped over each other. I’m still trying to contain my fits of giggles. See, we don’t spend every waking moment shagging the daylights out of each other. Well, maybe in the first few months, we did. But our connection is so deep now. We don’t need to have nonstop sex to prove our love for each other. Sometimes we just like to hold each other and enjoy the closeness. I’ve got no shame at all about holding hands in public. There’s more than one photo on the web of Darren and I hanging all over each other. But we don’t usually kiss in public. Too personal. Besides, one or both of us is likely to get aroused, and that’s embarrassing, although there’s nothing he won’t talk about publicly. I got over it pretty quickly, because if there’s one thing to know about Darren, it’s that you can’t tell him what to do. Or not to do. Control issues. Not worth an argument. We don’t try to control each other anyway. Ever try to put a leash on a tornado? Exactly. You can’t. Besides, I’m pretty laid-back. I don’t worry about small stuff like that. He’s the emotional one. Gets upset easily. I’m the one holding the proverbial fire extinguisher. I’m rational when he’s emotional. And when he gets down on himself over the littlest thing, I’m here to remind him not to beat himself up, and that I love him, and never asked for perfection. But I kinda like that he’s so intense sometimes. I still get chills when he sings. We’re both creative, and I can actually sing in tune, but there’s no way I could ever sing like him. It’s so confessional. I’ve done theatre. We both have, actually, but I used to direct in the drama department at University. I still do, once in a while. I’ve written and directed a few of his videos, and the latest project is the Live DVD coming out later this year. He’d kill me for talking about this, but we actually draw cartoons of each other. Our own little comic strip. He can draw great caricatures of people. Very early in our relationship, like the first few weeks, I drew this naughty cartoon called “Richard’s Biggest Fantasy”. It was basically the two of us making love on the beach with the tide coming in around us. I’ve always thought that was incredibly romantic. The last frame of the comic strip was me snapping out of my daydream, with us in a waterbed, and the dog causing a leak with his claws. Darren got a big kick out of it. He swears we’ll do it someday. Our luck, it would end up on YouTube. I think after this tour, we’re going to take a proper holiday; someplace tropical. We’ve never had a proper honeymoon, just a few days in the country. We’ve been so busy this past year, and it’s been great. I’m so proud of what he’s accomplished, but we seriously need some time away just for ourselves. No meetings, no tours, no deadlines. Just the two of us. Alone. In a hot tub. With all the seafood we can eat. Nothing to do all day but lie about, sleep, and make love. Doesn’t that sound nice? Maybe a cruise. Don’t think he’s ever done that. I have, once. (smiles) I’m getting that vision of us on the beach. Lying in the sand. Darren touching me. Mmm...think I’ll look into it. Seriously. He should be back from the gym soon. Let’s see what I can find online...

“Richard? You home?”
“In the living room, Luv. Have a good workout?”
“Torturous. As usual.”

(He kisses me.)

“Whatcha doin’?”
“Yeah, but you look great. I’m researching our next holiday. Check this out. There’s a cruise line that caters to same-sex couples.”

He plops down on the couch next to me.

“How does the Caribbean sound? Great food, shopping. Duty-free.”

I knew the shopping would peak his interest.

“Looks lovely, Darling.”
“Just think. It’d be like ‘Floating San Francisco’. A whole ship full of gay couples. No one to stare or hassle us. We can be as affectionate as we want to in public. Sounds like paradise, doesn’t it?”
“Anywhere with you is paradise, Darling.”

I smile and kiss him.

“You’re so sweet. Would you consider it? There’s one leaving in April.”
“You really want to do this, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Alright, we’ll have the exact dates of the remaining shows by next week. Can we book it then?”
“Sure. This is going to be so much fun! Oh Darren, I’m so excited!”
“Me too. It’d be like our proper honeymoon.”
“I wonder if we could find a nice secluded beach somewhere...?”
“Mmm...just you and me in the moonlight, the sound of the ocean...”

I suddenly see an image in my mind and start laughing. He smiles.

“What? Richard, tell me.”
“I can picture the moonlight reflecting off your pale white arse as we make love in the sand.”
“You would! You still fantasize about that?”
“All the time.”
“We’ll have to make it a point to find that beach.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Baby. Have you eaten lunch?”
“No, I was waiting for you to get back.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Chinese.”
“I could’ve picked it up on the way home.”
“Nah, let’s get out of here. I’ve been in the house all morning.”

So we have our lunch and head back to the house. All this talk about our honeymoon trip has me in the mood. I’m being all flirtatious in the car. My hand on his knee.

“Mr. Cullen, are you flirting with me?”
“Why yes Mr. Hayes, I believe I am.”
“What’s got you all hot and bothered? No wait, it’s the whole ‘sex on the beach’
thing, right?”

I grin.

“Do you have anything going on this afternoon?”
“Conference call at 3.”
“That leaves us 2 hours.”

I raise my eyebrows at him.

“You’re horny, aren’t you?”
“As hell.”
“Honest to God, Richard, if you want a shag now, I think I’ll throw up. Don’t even think about a BJ.”

I get all sad.

“Aw come on, D, you don’t have to swallow. I’ve got an itch I need you to scratch.”
“Oh... alright. Just let me brush my teeth first to get rid of the taste of Chinese food.”
“You will? Oh thank you, Baby.”
“I can’t refuse you. You know that, Angel. And I really am looking forward to our trip. I’m just preoccupied with the tour details.”
“I know, Luv. That’s why we need this trip. It’s been so long since we’ve taken time for ourselves.”
“Thank you for being patient.”
“I’m proud of you, Darren. Look at what you’ve accomplished.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Baby.”

We pull into the drive. I follow him upstairs. Even watching him brush his teeth turns me on. I’m visualizing me instead of that toothbrush in his hand and his mouth, and I’m hard before we even replace the brushes in the stand, which does not go unnoticed.

“Hey Lover, I didn’t realize you found the act of brushing our teeth so erotic.”
“I find you erotic.”
“Come, Darling. I’ve got an idea.”

He leads me by the hand into our room.

“I was thinking, Richard. Suppose, on this beach, we can’t get totally naked and just have it off. I was thinking of a way to do this with more subtlety. Stay with me here.”

He’s got a little sound machine on the night stand, and turns it on to “ocean waves”. I like it already.

“Alright Rich, now picture this. We’re wearing only swimsuits. Let’s get down to our shorts. Play along.”

Fine with me.

“We’ve got to do this so it looks like we’re just cuddling if there are others around. Mind you, it will be dark, but we can’t take chances. So we wade out into the water, about waist-deep, maybe a bit deeper. Couples make love in the ocean all the time.”
“Yeah but that’s...”

He cuts me off.

“Let me finish. I know it’s easier for hetero couples. I wasn’t going to suggest we do it that way. Let me show you. We’ll be up to about here in the water, and it will be dark. We’ll still have our shorts on, so what we’ll do is to generate enough friction in a few sensitive places to bring us both off, but not to make it obvious. I’ll come up behind you, most of my body in contact with yours, okay?
From here down is under water. So this way, my erection will be rubbing against your ass, and your back against my chest. I can move really subtle, just barely rocking my hips against you. Just push back against me, ever so slightly.
Mmm...yes...Richard...mmm...”
“But you can’t be so vocal about it.”
“I won’t. I’ll be kissing your neck. Like this. You’ll feel me groaning in your ear. My one hand will be under the water, gripping your arousal, and I’ll be rubbing your favorite spot with my thumb.”
“Isn’t it going to be obvious that your hand is down there?”
“It’ll be dark.”
“Oh. I’ll have to practice not making it obvious that you’re fondling my dick. That won’t be easy. Especially because...(gasp) this feels so bloody good...Darren...ohhh...”
“Easy, Rich. Just close your eyes, smile, and turn your head a bit while I’m kissing you. That’s it.”
“Darren, I’m shaking. It’s so hard to hold still.”
“Lean back into me. Push back against my...mmm yeah...just like that. Just breathe, Baby. I know. See, it’ll just look like my arms are around your waist, and your hands will be on my arms.”
“Oh bloody hell, Darren...”
“Can’t you just feel the warm water around us, Baby?”
“Ooh Darren...I think I’m about to...(groan)”.
“Me too, Rich.”

He’s whispering in my ear. His body is trembling too, pressed against me from behind. This contact, this friction feels so good. I feel him stiffen and suppress a long groan as his lips are pressed against my neck. I can’t hold back anymore. I’m twitching in his hand, spurting my release all over myself, or at least in what would have been my swimsuit. His arms are tight around me. I feel his heart pounding, and he’s wet against me back there. If we were in the ocean, we’d have a quick swim to wash away the evidence of our loving, but as it is, we’re in our room, clinging to each other in sticky underwear.

“That was nice, Darren.”

I turn and kiss him.

“Thank you for indulging my fantasy, Sweetheart.”
“Thank you for letting me. I wanted to show you it was possible.”

I giggle and kiss him again.

“I think we need a shower, Luv.”
“And clean underwear.”

So we wash up and get dressed, and I plop onto the bed, yawning.

“I think I need a nap, Luv. You wore me out.”
“I’m going downstairs to my office. I’ll let you rest. Once I’m done, I’ll come up and join you, okay?”
“Okay Luv.”

We kiss, and he tucks me in. So sweet. I wonder if he’ll do that for our children some day? But for now, I’m happy to be his boy. Our dog, Wally, jumps up on the bed with me and licks my face. He’s nowhere near as good a kisser as his daddy.

“Lie down with Daddy, Wally.”

Darren smiles at me and the dog, all nice and snug beneath the covers. I still feel all warm and silky from our little interlude.

“I love you, Darren.”
“I love you, Darling. You too, Wally. Have a nice nap, boys.”

He closes the door, leaving it open just a crack incase the dog wants out. Doesn’t take me long to drift off. I always feel so sleepy and peaceful after we make love. Where he gets that energy from, I’ll never know. And he’s almost always hungry after sex, too. I want to hold him, and he wants to jump up and get a bowl of ice cream. Maybe it helps him cool down. Know what I think is so romantic? When he brings it back to bed, because then he dips his finger in it and puts it on my lips. Then he kisses me, and (sigh) I love chocolate kisses. Which reminds me, I need to think about Valentine’s Day. Yeah I know, we’re hopelessly sappy, but it’s so nice to have love like this. It was a long time coming for both of us. We don’t take it for granted. We treasure it.
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