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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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Darren is playing Manchester for two days this week. I stayed home, because I’ve got a deadline on a project I’m doing. Besides, two days apart will make us appreciate each other when he gets home. He was all hyper and excited when he left. I put him in Steve and Tracey’s hands. They can sort him out on the train. Of course I’ll miss him, but we have jobs to do. I mostly just holed up in the office and worked. Well, I did send flowers to his dressing room. (wink)
When I got done working, the house was so quiet with him gone. That’s when I really started missing him. I texted him. He called right back.

“Whatcha doin’, Lover?”
“Just calling it a day. You getting ready for the show?”
“Yeah. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Luv. Too quiet in the house.”
“How’s Wally?”
“He’s fine. He misses you too.”
“Give him a kiss for me.”
“I wish I were giving you a kiss instead.”
“Aw Honey, I’m gonna cry. I love you so much, Richard.”
“I love you too Darren. Don’t cry. You know I’m right there with you. Will you call me when you get back in your room?”
“Might be after 11:30.”
“So? I’ll be up.”
“Will you think of me?”
“Always, Luv.”
“I gotta go, Rich. I love you.”
“Love you too, Baby. Sing for me tonight.”

I hang up and sigh.

“Come on Waldo, let’s go for a walk.”

As if he’s going to say no. I make myself some dinner, take a shower, watch telly. Miss Darren. Have a cuppa. Miss Darren. Picture him singing, and smile. Count the hours until he calls. How did I do this when we spent 6 weeks apart? I think back on various memories of us. Our first date. Holding hands in the park. The first time he introduced me as his boyfriend. When I took him to visit my parents’ grave. He would’ve loved my mother. No. Not gonna cry! Damn, I miss them! The phone rings. Sniff, sniff.

“Hello?”
“Rich? What’s wrong, Darling?”
“Nothing. Just being melancholy tonight.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. How’d it go tonight?”

He tells me he wasn’t feeling well this afternoon. Stomach issues. And he hopes the girl that nicked his coffee mug got it too. He wants to know what I’m sad about. I tell him I miss him, and I’m thinking about my parents. He says he misses me too. He tells me to get his bathrobe from his closet, and wear it tonight, or at least hold it, because it smells like him. Great idea. I tie it around his pillow and curl up around it. At least I’m comforted by his scent. Maybe he’s right that the occasional good cry makes you feel better. He does it all the time. I just keep it inside. What do I have to show for it? Grey hair.
He laughs. He says he loves my hair. I tell him maybe I’ll cry once we end the call. He wants to know if I’d rather do it while he’s there to console me.

“Richard, Honey, you’re a gay man. That gives you the right to act like a girl once in a while.”
I laugh.
“I love you, Darren. God, I miss her so much. I miss them both so much. Darren...”
“It’s okay, Richard. Let it out.”
“They didn’t deserve to die like that. They gave everything for us, and they never...why...why?”

And then he’s crying too, on the other end of the line.

“Do you think she would’ve liked me, Richard?”
“She would’ve loved you, Darren. If she’d have seen how happy you made me, that’s all she wanted. For me to be happy. Am I making sense?”
“Totally.”
“Do you think less of me? For crying, I mean?”
“Of course not! You needed to let it out.”
“I’m sorry if I upset you.”
“Shut up. Let’s go away this weekend. Visit your sister, or just the cemetery.”
“I’d like that. I’ll call her tomorrow. Thank you, Darren. You’re so understanding.”
“Are you gonna be okay?”
“Yeah. I’m okay. I guess I did need to let it out. You were right, Luv.”
I can’t wait until he comes home.
“You’re gonna get the best jelly beans when you get home.”
That’s our code word for...well, you figure it out.
“Ooh, promise?”
“I promise.”
“What flavor?”
“Chocolate. Not to give everything away Luv, but your Valentine’s Day loving involves chocolate syrup.”
“Do we get to lick it off each other?”
“Mmm.”
He laughs.
“Ooh, I’m gettin’ hard just thinking about it. Chocolate jelly beans. Mmm, Richard, I love when you do that.”

He knows he’s turning me on. For all the good it does.

“I hate being horny when you’re not here.”

He’s undaunted.

“Let’s have phone sex. Are you in bed?”
“Yeah. I put your robe around the pillow so I can cuddle it. If I can’t have you, at least I have your scent.”
“Yeah well, I nicked your favorite black shirt from the wash and took it with me.”
“You little shit! I was wondering where it was! I did the washing earlier, and I thought I was going nuts. I knew I put it in the hamper. I thought maybe the dog had dragged it off somewhere. Does it smell like me?”
“Of course.”
“Wish I was giving you jelly beans right now?”
“Oh yeah, Richard.”
“Tell me, Luv.”
“You know how sometimes you look up at me while you’re doing it? I love that. I love when you drag your tongue across my nipple really slow, and look at me. And then start moving down my body, and smile at me. I can’t tell you how that makes me feel.”
“Sure you can.”
“Special. Loved. Desired.”
“You are. Can I tell you something I’ve never told you before? Do you remember the party we met at?”
“Of course. At Steve’s.”
“Our first date wasn’t until the next night. I didn’t sleep much the night I met you.”
“Because you were wanking all night, thinking about me?”
“Spot on, Darren.”
“Me too.”
“I was afraid I was gonna get an erection the moment I saw you again.”
“Did you?”
“No, but I had the worst case of butterflies Your eyes...”
“My eyes?! Yours!”

We laugh.

“We are sappy, aren’t we, Darren?”
“We’re in love, Richard. It’s okay to be sappy. It’s romantic.”
“Touch yourself, Darren.”
“I am.”
“Me too. (gasp) Wish it was you. I wish I was fucking you right now.”
“I wish I was down your throat right now.”
“Ohh...Richard...you’re so good...”
“Gonna come, Darren...deep inside you...”
“That’s it Richard. That’s it. Oh yeah. Ohh...”

I think we both went off at the same time. I mean, it was nowhere as good as the real thing, but at least we did it together, and it relieved a bit of tension for us both. Still gonna pounce on him when he gets home. (wink)

Next day: (sigh) I slept in today. Didn’t have any appointments until 1 in the afternoon, and Darren is on the road until tomorrow. (stretching) Which means he wasn’t here to make a racket in the morning. It was glorious. I met with my client over lunch. They were pleased with the final product. I came home and checked my e-mail. Darren had dug up this old photo of himself from way before I met him, and e-mailed it to me. I nearly spat out my tea on the screen. He’s lying in bed, shirtless, with a guitar between his legs, and he’s captioned it “You can’t touch my nipples. It feels like you’ve grabbed my donger.” Apparently I’m the only one who hasn’t seen this. His fans have been creaming over it for years. Damn! I can see why!

I wrote back, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”, and he replies, “No, just a big fat boner.”
“Well it worked. Happy now?”

How in God’s name did I, a simple country boy, end up with my attention-loving, insecure little diva? We couldn’t be more opposite, but I guess that’s why it works. For all his neediness, he’s a very attentive partner. Damn good lover too. Let him be the center of attention in public. He’s still my baby. He’ll be home tomorrow afternoon. I send him back a cheeky reply. Sound clips of sexy songs. Jerry Lee Lewis, since he apparently discussed the size of his balls with the crowd last night, according to the fan forums on his website. AC/DC. He calls me, laughing hysterically.

“Hello Hyena. I mean “Honey”.
“Oh my God, Richard! That was too funny!”
“You started it. When was that photo taken, Darren? I about came in my pants!”
“Ooh, did it make you hot, Baby?”
“Hell yeah. I want to just crawl on top of you and feel you moving beneath me. You do know you’re in trouble when you get home?”
“How much trouble am I in?”
“For making me horny from hundreds of miles away. For making me ache for you. And miss you.”
“Gonna punish me?”
“You’ll see.”
“I wanna feel it, Richard!”
“Oh you’re gonna. Trust me Darren, you’re gonna feel it. I’m gonna make you feel it.”

(I’m whispering. It drives him crazy.)

“Get ready, Darren.”
“Mmm...I want you, Richard. I want you so bad.”
“Will you do something for me, Baby?”
“What’s that, Darling?”
“Re-create that photo for me? I wanna walk into our room and see you lying in that pose. Can you do that?”
“Would you like that, Richard?”
“I am sooo gonna pounce on you when you get home!”
“Ooh. Then what?”
“You like doing this to me, don’t you?”
“You’re fun when you’re horny.”
“Yeah, but you’re not here!”

(I’m practically whining.)

“Okay, so what are you gonna do when you see me like that?”
“Think chocolate syrup and a little paint brush, Darren.”
“Mmm. So what does it make you want to do to me? Suck or fuck?”
“Yes.”
“Smartass!”
“Cocktease!”

We’re both laughing.

“I’d love to see you like that too.”
“Would you now? Do me a favor? When you’re on the way home, ring me up so I can prepare your surprises?”
“More than one?”
“It’s Valentine’s weekend, Luv.”
“I love you, Richard Cullen.”
“I love you, Darren Hayes.”

So during the afternoon, I did a bit of shopping. Cards. Flower petals. Sexy black boxers with red lips all over them. (smiles) Oh by the way, I think I’ll suck him first. And then fuck him. (wink) I never did call my sister. We can visit her another time. I’m not letting Darren out of our bed this weekend. Or out of my arms either, for that matter.
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