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Seduction Remix	By : Katma Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1457 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Seduction Remix
- 1
Darren followed the band into the hotel, lagging a little behind. He was in a strange mood. He was still wired from the concert, but he was also tired and worried. With a longing ill concealed, Darren stared at the source of his exhaustion and anxiety. Daniel Jones, who was obviously in a good mood, shoving and jostling Karl and Ben playfully and succeeding in being completely oblivious to Darren’s mental anguish about him. Darren shook his head ruefully, wondering how he let himself get in such a state.

His feelings for Daniel had undergone quite a change in the last few months. He had missed Daniel more than he had ever thought it possible during their separation while writing Affirmation. He had thought at the time that this was a normal reaction to living so far away from anywhere he’d ever known. His response to seeing Daniel again, however, was far from normal. There was a new awareness that surrounded his contact with Daniel, an awareness that Daniel was very attractive and that Darren was very interested.

This caused a new stiltedness in their interactions now, a stiffness that the knowledge that Daniel wanted out did nothing to dispel. It was so obvious that everyone was beginning to pick up on it, and Darren didn’t know what to do. Daniel wanted out, which probably meant that he didn’t like Darren in any way other than a friend. Rejection was not something Darren particularly wanted to court at this point in time. But then… then there were the moments when the two forgot about what lay between them now and just became Daniel and Darren again. There was a softness and tenderness in Daniel’s behavior towards him then that gave Darren hope. So it all came down to whether the singer wanted to risk everything and tell Daniel how he felt, or let things
go on the way they we

Darren frowned. He had no idea how to handle this. His thoughts would have continued in this
vein much longer (Darren was very good at brooding when he wanted to be), but he was interrupted by slap on the back.

“You in there, Darren?” Lee asked, laughing.

“Huh?” Darren responded intelligently.

Leonie looked at Darren and rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you missed everything I just said.”

“Uh, well… yes. Sorry?”

The band laughed and Leonie shook her head in exasperation. Darren blushed a little and gave Leonie his best puppy-dog eyes. A small smile crossed her face before she forced it away.

“The hotel messed up our reservations,” she told him. “And there’s a conference in town, so there are no extra rooms. Two of us are going to have to bunk up. So now we’re looking for volunteers.”

“Oh,” said Darren. He wanted to volunteer himself for Danny’s room, but he had the feeling that with his emotions in the state they were in, he’d just manage to reveal everything to the entire band. So he decided that discretion was the better part of valor and stayed quiet.

“Well,” Daniel finally spoke. “I don’t mind bunking in with Darren, if he doesn’t mind. I mean, it won’t be the first time we’ve shared a room, right, mate?”

Darren stared at him, his mouth open. Did he just say what I thought he did? he asked himself. Suddenly, it occurred to him that he’d better say something. The band was staring at him with puzzled expressions.

“Yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Darren agreed nonchalantly.

“Well, that’s settled.” Leonie distributed the keys, then looked sternly at the band. “Breakfast is at 8:30. We’ll be going over the flight schedule then, so don’t be late.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Ben said with a mock salute.

Everyone laughed but Darren, who was once again lost in his thoughts. Then they gathered their stuff and headed to the rooms. Darren absentmindedly picked up his stuff and followed Daniel, who had the key. Daniel deliberately held back a little, and the pair missed the elevator that the rest of the band was on. Darren stared gloomily at his reflection in the polished steel of the elevator doors. This is going to be hell and heaven all rolled into one, Darren thought. Heaven because I’m near him, hell because I won’t be able to do anything about it. Once again, however, Darren’s thoughts were interrupted by a touch on his back. He blinked up at Daniel in surprise.

“Dazza, are you really ok with this?” Daniel’s eyes were dark and worried as they stared into Darren’s. “I know things between us haven’t been that great lately, so I can understand if you want to have your own room. I’ll see if I can bunk with Ben or someone.”

“No, I don’t mind,” Darren said, startled. “Why would I mind?”

“I dunno,” Daniel responded. “You just didn’t seem to thrilled to be stuck with me out there.”

Darren smiled, touched, and laid his hand on Daniel’s arm gently. “I could never be upset with being ‘stuck’ with you. I’m just tired, is all.”

“I guess that means you’re not coming with us tonight, huh?”

“No, I don’t think so. I’m going to watch tv for a bit and go to bed early.” The earlier I go to bed, the less time I have to think about us, together, in a hotel room.

The elevator doors opened and the pair stepped inside.

“Aww, you’re no fun, Dazza,” Daniel teased.

Darren pouted. “And you’re not very nice,” he returned, sticking his tongue out at the younger man. Daniel made a face in response and Darren laughed. By the time the elevator doors opened on their floor, the two had managed to regain much of the ease that used to exist between them. They dragged their stuff into the room and Darren fell onto the first bed.

“Ugh,” he said. “It’s hard!” Then he moved to the adjacent one and flopped crosswise on it.

“Ohh, this one is nice. You can have that one,” he gestured vaguely at the other bed and then at Daniel.

“Hey!” Daniel exclaimed in mock outrage.

“Thathat hat you get for being mean,” Darren told him smugly.

“I’ll show you mean!” With that, Daniel grabbed Darren’s feet from where they hung off the bed and gave a mighty tug, pulling a surprised Darren onto the floor. Darren landed heavily and
Daniel took advantage of his shocked breathlessness, flopping on the bed himself.

“You’re right. This is nice for a hotel bed.”

“And it’s mine,” Darren claimed, gingerly getting to his feet and rubbing his back.

“You’ll have to take it from me first,” Daniel challenged.

Darren stared at him for a moment, then took a few steps backward. Daniel watched this with a smug grin.

“Ha! I win. The bed is mine.”

He had spoken too soon. Darren used the distance he’d put between them for momentum as he launched himself at Daniel in a flying tackle. The two tussled for a few moments, rolling around and knocking the pilloff tff the bed. Finally, Darren managed to gain the upper hand, straddling Daniel’s hips and pinning his wrists to the bed.

“You give?” he asked after Daniel tried and failed to buck him off. In response, the musician went limp. Unconsciously, Darren loosened his grip as well.

“You give?” he asked again, just as Daniel took advantage of Darren’s distraction to flip him over.

“Hey!” the singer protested as he was pinned to the bed. “Not fair!”

“Do you give?” Daniel queried, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

“Ha!” Darren jerked hard, trying to pull one of his arms free. He only succeeded in unbalancing Daniel, tugging the younger man hard on top of him.

Their faces were now very close. Darren could feel his heartbeat pick up at the feel of Daniel on top of him. The two men’s eyes were locked, and Darren watched as the playfulness in Daniel’s green gaze changed and deepened. His own gaze flickered down to Daniel’s lips, and he gasped when they parted involuntarily. He feels this too! Darren thought, giddy with elation.
He met Daniel’s eyes and sucked in a sharp breath at the dawning desire he could see in them.

“Jonesy,” he began, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, you two, you coming with us?” came Karl’s voice through the door.

Daniel jerked and scrambled off Darren as if he’d been burned by the older man.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he called to the door. “’Night, Daz.” This was said without turning around. “I’ll try and be quiet when I come in. And you can have the bed. You’d probably use it anyway, cuz you’ll be here and I won’t.” Daniel smiled at Darren as he made that comment, but his eyes refused to meet the singer’s. Then, without another word, Daniel was out the door and gone.

Darren lay on the bed, completely stunned. Finally he rolled over and turned the radio on to the first station he came to. He needed to think and music always helped him do that. It seemed that Daniel had feelings for him that did indeed go beyond friendship. But why, then, did he pull away so quickly when they were interrupted? Maybe because he’s just as scared as you are about messing up what the two of you have, said his inner voice of reason.

Darren groaned loudly and flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows. Now that he had an idea of what Dan felt for him, he wanted to pursue this feeling. He just knew something special could come of it, something even more precious and beautiful than their friendship. The only thing he had to do now was convince Daniel to see it his way. This promised to be quite a task. Dan could be very stubborn about confronting things he didn’t want to face, and from his reaction to Karl’s voice, this was going to be one of those things.

I guess I’m just going to have to trick him into it, then, Darren thought. But how? As he lay there, quietly thinking, the song that was playing on the radio slowly filtered into
his consciousness. Darren smiled slightly, humming along. He liked this song. Suddenly, he focused on the lyrics and an idea formed. He knew just how to convince Dan now. And best of
all, if he was really misreading Daniel’s emotions or projecting his own desires onto the musician, this plan wouldn’t leave him completely bared to Daniel. But if it worked… A huge smile crossed Darren’s face, and he vaulted out of bed so that he could get everything ready for the seduction of one Daniel Jones.

* * * * * * *

Daniel returned to the hotel and stopped at his door for the key, slig ner nervous about entering the room where his friend, partner, and romantic interest was sleeping. The events of this afternoon still embarrassed him slightly; he had a feeling he’d been more than obvious about his attraction for Darren, which had been building for some time now. Darren hadn’t seemed too horrified at the
revelation, but then Darren was a bit of a flirt, and not just on stage. Daniel’s feelings for Darren went way beyond flirtation. He didn’t want to engage in a casual fling, he wanted to try and start a relationship, if possible. And he definitely didn’t want to lose Darren’s friendship. Therefore, he’d
pulled away before he could do something they both would regret. He didn’t plan on bringing up the topic of their “moment” anytime soon, either. Some things were better left unsaid.

With that thought in mind, Daniel pushed open the door to the room and called a goodnight over his shoulder to Ben, Lee, and Karl, who were also entering their rooms. Immediately afterwards, he felt a twinge of guilt hit him. Darren had said that he was going to bed early tonight. He probably shouldn’t be yelling with the door open, then, or he’d have a very irritated singer on his hands. Shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him, Daniel stepped fully into the room. The musician could hear the sound of the shower running and heaved a sigh of relief. At least he hadn’t awakened Darren.

A small frown crinkled Daniel’s brow as he noticed how unusually loud the shower sounded. He took a few more steps into the room and glanced to where the bathroom was. Daniel gasped in surprise as his eyes were met with the sight of an open bathroom door. Darren was showering
with blissful disregard for either the door or the shower curtain, and so was completely revealed to Daniel’s very astonished gaze. Isn’t he cold? was his first inane thought. Quick on its heels was, He must have forgotten we were sharing a room, although how he could have after this
afternoon is beyond me.

Shaking his head, Daniel reached in with the intention of shutting the bathroom door only to freeze when he heard Darren’s voice. The guitarist found his eyes unwillingly drawn to the rather enticing picture Darren made with his black hair slicked back and rivulets of water tracing pathways down his flushed skin. Hey! He harshly reminded himself. This is your best friend,
and as such you are not allowed to think of him that way. Now stop perving on him and shut the door!

Daniel flushed, embarrassed again about the thoughts occupying his mind, and made to shut the door once more. Almost as if Darren had seen the action, he raised his voice. Daniel’s attention was again focused on Darren. He leaned in a little closer to make out what Darren was saying, and
suddenly realized he was singing. Daniel took another step into the room, fascinated in spite of
himself. Darren only had to turn his head a little and Daniel could be caught, but that didn’t matter at the moment. All that mattered was this unaccountable attraction to his best friend. What are you doing? the sensible part of his brain asked him, but then Darren began to move his hands along to the song he was now singing, and all rational thought fled as Daniel watched the show Darren was putting on in wide-eyed amazement.

* * * * * * *

Darren watched out of the corner of his eye as Daniel took a step further into the room. Took the bait, he thought with satisfaction. Time to step up this game. Darren quickly switched gears. He began to sing more clearly than he had before. It was imperative that Daniel
hear the lyrics to thing. ng. Tipping his head back into the shower spray to reveal the pale arch of his neck, the singer sent his hands roaming and sang with all of his heart.

“I love myself

I want you to love me

When I’m feeling down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me.”

As he sang, one of his hands began a journey down his chest. He brushed his fingers across a collarbone then down further, circling a nipple but not quite touching it. The other nipple received the same treatment. Then Darren traced a light path downwards, playing for a moment in the curls at the base of his cock, which was already becoming erect through a combination of his own ministrations and the effect of Daniel’s gaze on him. Then he trailed his fingers back upwards, grasping a nipple this time and rolling it between his finger and thumb. The added stimulation caused him to throw his head back farther and causing his back to arch slightly. He heard ft gft gasp from Danny and grinned to himself, continuing with the game.

“I don’t want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself

I don’t want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no.”

Suiting action to words, Darren’s other hand trailed down his chest to cup and fondle his balls.
He could feel the heat of Daniel’s gaze on him intensify. In response, Darren moved his hand to his
cock. He traced a teasing, swirling pattern with one finger, culminating in the collection of the drops of precum already pearling on the head of his cock. He was slightly surprised at how ready he was, but on further reflection, he realized he shouldn’t be. Exhibitionism had always turned him on.
Taking advantage of a slight break in the song, Darren raised his finger to his lips anckedcked off the precum there. This time, he was rewarded with a low moan from Daniel, which served to fuel his performance further.

“You’re the one who makes me happy honey

You’re the sun who makes me shine

When you’re around I’m always laughing

I want to make you mine.”

Darren grasped his cock firmly and began to stroke. His other hand crept around to his ass and
brushed against the pucker of muscle there. It was going to be difficult doing this himself while standing and singing, but the end result would be more than worth it. Darren stole another sideways glance at Daniel to find the guitarist’s eyes dark and dilated, lips parted, a pulse beating rapidly at the base of his throat, and very obviously aroused. Darren once again grinned and plunged a wet
finger inside of himself, still singing away.

“I close my eyes

And see you before me

Think I would die

If you were to ignore me

A fool could see

Just how much I adore you

I get down on my knees

I’d do anything for you.”

Darren was close, both to the end of the song and to the edge of fulfillment. He forced his fingers to tease, to come close but not touch the spot inside that would send him over the edge.
It had been a brilliant performance so far; he didn’t want to ruin it now.

“I don’t want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself

I don’t want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no.”

It was almost the end. With a sob of relief, he stroked that spot inside him in rhythm with the strokes on his cock, singing desperately, trying to force the words out around the tensing of his body.

“I want you

I don’t want anybody else

And when I think about you I touch myself.”

He had timed it right. Just as he finished the last line, he exploded with a long, drawn-out moan. Darren leaned up against the shower wall for support as the water washed away the evidence of his passion and waited for his trembling to subside.

* * * * * * *

Daniel stood frozen to the floor, watching as Darren trembled in his aftermath. He was transfixed by the memory of that breathy falsetto and couldn’t move even though he knew he’d be caught.
He stiffened as Darren finally shut off the water and groped for a towel, but still couldn’t leave. Darren rubbed his hair with the towel, then threw it aside and faced Daniel fully. Daniel had expected to see shock, anger, or betrayal in those eyes, but saw nothing of the sort. The singer smiled at him, eyelids heavy over dark blue eyes.

“Enjoy the show?” the singer asked seductively, oblivious to the droplets of water still coursing down his body. Daniel was stunned speechless. He could only stare at Darren, wide-eyed.

The singer stepped out of the shower and approached Daniel, moving with the predatory grace that he displayed onstage. His eyes flicked up and down Daniel’s frame, lingering at the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Looks like you have a bit of a… problem there. Mind if I help you with that?”

Daniel just gaped at him. Darren took his silence as a “yes” and dropped to his knees in front of Daniel. The singer trailed his hands slowly up Daniel’s legs, starting from the ankle and working upwards, paying special attention to the seive ive and vulnerable underside of the knees.
Daniel jerked in reaction and Darren stifled a grin. He moved his hands up higher, caressing the
guitarist’s ass before curving his hands around to grip Daniel’s hips lightly. Leaning in, he nudged Daniel’s clothed erection with his nose then nuzzled it with his cheek. Daniel sucked in a sharp breath.

“Dazza…” he moaned. “What… what are you, uh, doing?”

Darren looked up at him from under his eyelashes, his cheek still brushing against Daniel’s hardness.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Darren answered, never breaking eye contact yet moving his head so that he could press a kiss where his cheek had been. Daniel jerked and hissed in response.
“I’m getting ready to suck you off.”

Daniel’s jaw almost hit the f. H. He stared down at the singer, eyes huge and dilated with arousal.

Darren found the zipper of Daniel’s fly with his mouth and grasped it firmly between his teeth. His now-dark blue eyes never left the guitarist’s. He slowly and deliberately pulled it down, twisting his body in order to maintain eye contact. Daniel sucked in a sharp breath as Darren finished unzipping him and returned his hands to the guitarist’s arse. Darren nuzzled Daniel’s hot, throbbing erection and hid a smile when this action caused the guitarist’s back to arch like a bow. Damn, I’m good, he thought with a combination of amusement and growing arousal. Being this close to Daniel, feeling his skin so close, was a heady sensation.

Daniel’s hips moved involuntarily against Darren’s face, and the singer took this as a sign to continue. He quickly freed the guitarist from the now uncomfortably tight jeans, using the task of unbuttoning as a chance to lavish lingering “accidental” touches on Daniel. The singer pulled the jeans to the floor and brought his hands back along his original path, this time delighting in the feel of bare skin. Daniel groaned and brought his hands, which had been hanging loosely at his sides, up to tangle in Darren’s thick, dark hair. Darren then moved just a little and took the clothed erection in his mouth, delighting in the reaction he elicited from Daniel.

Daniel’s head was flung back, the muscles in his neck working as he felt the heat of Darren’s mouth on his boxer-clad shaft. Darren ran his tongue over the head of Daniel’s cock, tasting the salty dampness that was beginning to appear there and wetting the fabric further. This prompted a choked moan from the guitarist. The singer gently scraped his teeth over the head and winced as Daniel’s fingers tightened painfully in his hair.

“Daz… Daz, please,” Daniel gasped out.

Darren took pity on him and gently, teasingly eased Dan’s boxers to join his jeans in a heap on the floor. He brushed his lips softly against Daniel, then pushed back a little. Dan made a soft sound of protest.

“Hush,” Darren almost-laughed. “I’m not going anywhere. But you might want to step out of that pile so you don’t get all tangled up later, when it matters.”

The guitarist retained just enough presence of mind to do as Darren suggested, with a little help from the singer. Then, once the clothing was shoved a safe distance away, Darren leaned back in and ran his tongue teasingly from the base of Daniel’s cock to the head, finishing with swirl. He made to pull away again, but Daniel’s hands tangled in his hair and refused to let him pull away.

“Eager, much?” Darren teased, his lips brushing Daniel as he formed the words, causing his cock to jerk.

“God, Daz. No teasing. Please.”

Darren stared up at him, surprisingly serious, then nodded. “No more teasing.”

With those words, the singer leaned forward and took Daniel in his mouth. Daniel gasped as the warm wetness engulfed him. Darren began to prove that his tongue was talented for more than just singing, swirling and stroking in counterpoint to the rhythm he set. Daniel moaned again, and Darren hummed in appreciation. Daniel stiffened at the added sensation, which caused Darren to smile and repeat it. One hand continued to stroke and knead Daniel’s arse while the other slipped around the front to fondle his balls. Daniel’s legs began shake and his hands moved down to brace himself on Darren’s shoulders.

Darren upped the tempo, sucking harder and moving faster. Daniel’s hands clutched tightly at Darren’s shoulders, and he moaned again. Darren took the opportunity to stroke theht rht ring of muscle guarding Daniel’s hole with a still-damp finger. Daniel tensed, gasped, and thrust violently
into Darren’s mouth. The singer let Daniel fuck his mouth, still putting his tongue to good use. Daniel’s hips moved uncontrollably once, twice, and then he was coming, digging fingfingernails into Darren’s shoulders and letting out a long, deep moan. Darren swallowed, locking his eyes on Daniel’s face and watching the beauty of a climaxing Daniel. He milked the last drop from Daniel, then pulled away, placing a soft kiss on the guitarist’s stomach before standing with a wince for his aching knees.

Daniel was leaning against the counter, still shaking slightly from the force of his climax. Darren stood awkwardly next to him, a little worried about what Daniel’s reaction would be now that the haze of lust had dissipated. Daniel slowly pushed up and turned to look at Darren. Green eyes met blue and held the gaze. The guitarist stepped closer until he and Darren were a bare breath apart. One hand stretched out and caressed Darren’s cheek, following the line of his jaw to curve around the back of his neck.

“What was that about?” Daniel asked, his voice cool, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his hand against Darren’s nape.

Darren’s chin came up a bit in defiance. “I was just making sure we continued what we started this evening.”

The two continued to stare at each other, Daniel’s gaze assessing, Darren’s challenging. Daniel’s brilliant smile suddenly melted the tension that had begun to build between the two.

“I’m glad you did,” he said softly. Darren’s eyelids fluttered shut and he sighed deeply in relief. Then he looked back up at Daniel and smiled.

“I’m glad it worked.”

“Oh, it worked all right. Quite well, actually. You’re very good with that tongue of yours, you know.”

Darren smiled, giving Daniel an arch look. “I’m a man of many hidden talents.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow, his gaze becoming more intense. “Hmm, many hidden talents, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” Darren said, stepping even closer and tilting his head back. He could feel the warmth radiating from Daniel’s body and had to resist the urge to lean into him. It was Daniel’s turn to take the initiative if he wanted this to go any farther. Daniel nodded thoughtfully.

“Feel like showing me any of them?”

Darren shrugged in response. “Feel like experiencing any of them?”

“Yes,” Daniel breathed as he closed the last bit of distance between them and captured Darren’s lips with his own. Their kiss began softly and rather shyly. This was their first kiss, after all, despite everything that had occurred earlier. The pair separated after a brief moment.

“Daz,” Daniel began hesitantly. “What is this to you?”

“If you’re asking if you’re just a quick fuck, Jonesy, let me assure you that you’re not.”

“That’s good to know, but what am I, then?”

“I’m not sure. You’re definitely more than just a friend, but… what we are now, I don’t know. I
do know what we could be, though.”

“And what’s that?” Daniel asked, losing himself in the warm, loving expression in Darren’s vivid eyes.

“We could be special, Danny. I honestly think we’re soulmates. We had such a good partnership going before… just think of what we could be now that we’re completely and truly together. Isn’t it exciting?”

“Yeah, it is.” Daniel wrapped his arms around the singer and held him tightly, feeling Darren’s arms snake around his waist. The singer snuggled into the hollow between Daniel’s neck and shoulder and sighed happily. The pair stood there for an eternal moment, just enjoying their
closeness. Then Darren laughed, a light, happy sound.

“What?” Daniel asked, puzzled. Darren pulled away a little and tugged gently on the shirt that was now the only article of clothing on Daniel’s body.

“You’re still wearing your shirt,” the singer said. He slipped his hands under the material and pulled it up over an unresisting Daniel’s head. Then he curled back into the warm comfort of
Daniel’s arms. This time, though, the comfort had morphed into something deeper and more primal.

Darren inhaled the rich scent of Daniel and smiled. Leaning in, he began to press small, biting kisses up the long line of Daniel’s neck. Daniel sighed and tilted his head to give Darren better access, his hands stroking smoothly up and down Darren’s back. The singer stood on tiptoe to
catch the lobe of Daniel’s ear between his teeth. He nipped gently, then laved it with a stroke of his tongue. Daniel hissed in response, and Darren whispered in his ear.

“Take me to bed, lover?”

Daniel’s hands tightened briefly on Darren’s waist, and then he was pulling Darren’s head around to his own and crushing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Using his superior height and Darren’s surprise, he nudged the shorter man out of the bathroom and in the general
direction of the beds. The two stumbled blindly, hands groping for any of sof skin they could reach. The back of Darren’s knees hit the bed with a thump and then he was falling backwards, dragging Daniel down with him. Daniel finally had to come up for air, and he smiled at the position he found himself in.

“This looks familiar,” he murmured.

“Only we’re wearing a lot less clothes,” Darren pointed out. “And this time, no one is going to interrupt us when I do this.” Darren tugged Daniel’s head down to his own and captured his lower lip. He sucked on it, enjoying the jolts his ministrations sent through Daniel’s body. The singer pulled away to drag a line of kisses across Daniel’s cheekbone and over to his ear, while the guitarist buried his face in Darren’s neck and began to suck on a particularly sensitive spot.

“Ahh!” Darren gasped, throwing his head back and arching up. Daniel chuckled against his throat.

“You, uh, you probably don’t want to leave a mark,” Darren said in between gasp Dan Daniel continued to lavish attention on his sensitive neck.

“And why not? I kinda like the idea of you being marked as mine.”

“And would you like to explain how I got this mark in the morning?”

“Hmm, point.” Daniel pouted a bit. “You’re still no fun, Dazza.”

“And you,” Darren said with a soft smile. “Need to work on your pout. I can do better than that on a bad day.”

Daniel’s eyes widened in outrage, but his retort was swallowed by Darren’s eager mouth. The two kissed passionately, tongues entangling and fighting for dominance. Daniel finally had to break
for air, but he trailed a line of kisses down Darren’s stubbly cheek and back to the creamy throat that arched so beautifully under his lips. He managed to avoid the temptation to leave a mark and instead continued down Darren’s chest, wanting to follow the same pathways Darren’s hands had taken during his shower seduction.

The guitarist circled one erect pink nipple with his tongue, then did the same with the other. Darren moaned, the sound light and breathy, and Daniel smiled against the singer’s skin. He trailed his fingers down Darren’s chest, following the line of hair that arrowed the way to the singer’s groin.
Daniel curled his fingers in the hair a few bare inches about Darren’s erection, so close that he could feel the heat of it on the back of his hand. He played with the curls there, ignoring the insistent thrusts of Darren’s hips as the man attempted to move Daniel’s hand a little lower.

“Danny!” the singer finally cried, writhing on the bed. Daniel grinned and took some pity on the singer, finally moving his mouth to lick and suck on Darren’s nipple. His hand, however, still moved in a vague pattern along the singer’s hipbones and lower thighs, coming close but never quite touching what Darren so desperately wanted him to touch.

“You’re a tease,” Darren choked out when Daniel raised his head briefly to gift the other nipple with the same attention. The guitarist raised one eyebrow in response.

“And you’re not?” he asked, trailing his fingers in ever-narrowing circles closer and closer to Darren’s cock. The singer began to pant and his nails raked down Daniel’s back.

“That’s different!”

“How is it different?” Daniel questioned, amused in spite of himself. He stopped moving his hand, an action that Darren vehemently objected to. The singer groaned loudly and rotated his hips in an attempt to spur the guitarist on again. When it became obvious that Daniel would not return his attention back to the singer until he answered the question, Darren caved.

“It just is! I don’t have to suffer when I’m being the tease!” Daniel snorted at that
answer.

“God, Daz, you really are somethinse,”se,” he said, moving his hand again.

“Yesss,” Darren hissed. “Is it… is it a good something else?”

“Yeah,” said Daniel, a tender smile on his face. “Yeah, I think it is.”

He leaned in to kiss the singer just as his fingers made contact with Darren’s weeping cock. Darren moaned into his mouth and clutched his shoulders tightly, returning the kiss with a new desperation. The guitarist rubbed his thumb gentler ter the tip of Darren’s shaft as his fingers closed around the rest. Darren broke off the kiss as his head fell backwards on the pillow. The only
sounds for the next few moments were the heavy breaths and moans coming from the singer.

“Jonesy, Jonesy please.”

“Please what, Daz.”

“Please,” Darren moaned, thrusting helplessly up into the hand that held him. “I need you. Please.”

Daniel felt a frisson of excitement travel down his spine. It was amazing what hearing Darren say “I need you” could do to him. He pressed a kiss on the singer’s sweaty shoulder and stroked a
little more firmly.

“Need me how, Daz?” he asked, not wanting to misunderstand on something this important. The singer was barely coherent.

“Need you in me, please!”

“But I don’t have anything with me,” Daniel got out over a suddenly dry throat. Darren opened his eyes with an effort, then groped for the bedside table and opened the drawer. He fished around inside for a moment, then tossed a tube of lubricant and a condom at Daniel. The guitarist blinked at him incredulously.

“I set out to seduce you, Dan. Did you really think I was going to do this halfway?”

Their eyes met again, suddenly serious. This was really going to happen. Once they took this step, there would be no going back.

“You sure about this?” Daniel asked. The singer nodded.

“Yes. Completely.” Then he reached out and twisted the top off the lube and handed it to Daniel. Carefully Daniel applied the lube to his fingers, then slowly, almost nervously, inserted one finger inside Darren.

Darren gasped and arched his back again. Daniel stroked that one finger in and out of him, then slowly added a second, scissoring to loosen the muscles. Darren winced a little at this, and Daniel made as if to pull out, but Darren shook his head. He took the condom from its spot on the and and opened it. Then he deftly rolled it onto Daniel’s erection, earning a hiss from the guitarist. Taking the lube, Darren applied some to Daniel’s cock, making sure to torture him just as much as he’d been tortured before. When he was finished, he met Daniel’s eyes again.

“Please,” he whispered, thrusting up on the fingers buried inside of him. Daniel swallowed hard, then positioned himself at the entrance to Darren’s body.

“Are you sure you’re sure about this?” he asked a bit nervously.

“Yes,” Darren answered, his blue eyes wide and luminous. “I want you, Jonesy. I need you.”

Daniel nodded and placed Darren’s legs on his shoulders. Then he leaned down and kissed Darren as he pushed forward. He could hear Darren’s low moan of pain, but the singer was tight, and
hot, and wonderful, and he couldn’t stop until he was fully inside. Then he managed to push away the urge to pound into the beautiful body beneath him and looked into Darren’s face. The singer was pale, and his eyes were glistening with more than just lust. Daniel bit his lip, feeling incredibly guilty.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“No, it’s ok. Just… just give me time to get used to it, ok?”

“Of course.” Daniel leaned in once more for a kiss. He could feel the moment the intrusion
became less pain and more pleasure. Darren’s lips softened noticeably, and he couldn’t stop the slight shifting of his hips. It was driving Daniel wild. He didn’t want to hurt Darren, but the urge to move was getting unbearable. Almost as if reading his thoughts, Darren moved his hips upwards
sharply, an action which Daniel took as implicit permission. He began to move, and Darren moved with him.

Daniel thrust into Darren faster now. He shifted slightly in order to bring his hand down between their bodies. In doing so, he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly. Darren gasped loudly and arched backwards, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. Daniel “mmm”-ed in pleasure at the response and thrust again. It was as if he’d opened some gate inside of Darren that had been holding the singer back. Darren began to babble almost incoherently, repeating Daniel’s name along with various other encouragements in a rapidly rising tone. When Daniel began to pull
him off in counterpoint to his movements, Darren went wild.

“Danny,” he gasped as his body began to tense. The guitarist thrust faster, feeling his own body hovering on the edge. Darren’s head thrashed on the pillow as his body tightened further and further, and then he was coming, screaming Daniel’s name. The tightening of the singer’s body was too much for Daniel and he came, biting down on Darren’s shoulder.

When Daniel came down, he could feel Darren’s hands stroking gently up and down his sweaty back. Slowly, he turned his head to look at the singer. Darren smiled at him, eyes bright and happy.

“Wow,” he said simply.

Daniel laughed a little. “Yeah.” He kissed Darren softly and then rolled over on his back. Darren curled up into him, nestling his head into Daniel’s shoulder. He sighed contentedly. Daniel pressed a kiss into Darren’s wild black hair, then closed his eyes.

“Daz?” he said quietly.

“Yeah?” came the sleepy response.

“You were right. We could really have something special here.” He could feel Darren’s smile.

“Goodnight, Danny.”

“’Night, Daz.”
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