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Lacking better...	By : urwhatufeel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 828 -:- 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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Title: “Lacking better…”
Author: Lex
Disclaimer: Don't sue, I'm not getting anything with writing this, it's just harmless fiction... no harm is intended. I do not own Daniel or Darren or any real person in this fic. I don't know what their real sexual preferences are and I don't care as long as they're happy.
Summary: Troy’s live models went down with a mysterious flu, and he can only think of two persons to replace them… you’ve guessed: Daniel and Darren.
Pairing: there’s a slight mention to Darren’s and Daniel’s slashy relationship (remember this is not true, they’re not a couple in real life as far as the world knows).
Genre: another attempt at being funny, i.e. comedy.
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 1/1
Beta by: Linda!
Author’s note: WARNING for language and nakedness ^_____^ Troy’s in it!

.::Lacking better…::.

It was cold...
Of course... that's quite normal when Winter's at the door. But that consideration was quite unnecessary since the action’s actually happening inside a building, an acclimatized one at that.

"I knew this was NOT a good idea... but would you listen to me...? Nooooooo..." Daniel's husky voice uttered, he was trying not to look at the passers by.
"Oh so now this is my fault. I should have figured..." the other man, Darren, shivered, barely able to utter a word through his pursed lips, his voice coming out muffled.
"Well, you didn't exactly say no, did you??" Daniel shook his head in disapproval.
"I don't remember hearing you utter a word against this either." Darren seethed, his naked knees shaking so hard they hit each other, making him lose his balance slightly from time to time.
Silence ensued.
An old lady, wrapped in a burgundy shawl, bypassed them then, the look of surprise and disapproval soon taking over her formerly calm and favourable countenance. A "tsk-tsk" followed.
Darren swallowed and averted his eyes. This was so embarrassing… but the cause was… what mattered. They were helping a friend. Plus… they had agreed to do this.
“They keep on looking at us with those reprehensive eyes…”
“What did you expect…??” Daniel groaned; having a big peacock feather covering your intimate parts wasn’t what he’d call decent “At least you got the pumpkin… The bloody feather is see-through.”
Darren looked down to the orange smiling vegetable he held covering his crotch and smiled an embarrassed yet mischievous smile.
“The advantages of being the lead man…”
“Only if you’re referring to the band…” Daniel let it fall, a teasing smile bathing his shivering lips.
Ooooh… now he’d done it.
“What EXACTLY do you mean…?” Darren’s voice was acid.
“Well you know… being a bottom and all…”
Darren’s urge to beat the hell out of Daniel was only contained by his self-consciousness… he was afraid of what could happen if he held the heavy pumpkin with only one hand… so he was stuck with just giving his mate the death glare.

“You’re not helping guys… keep the pose…” Troy, their friend AND personal hairdresser, sauntered in front of them, whilst a very low and displeased whisper reached their ears.
Troy had made them promise to play as part of the live sculpture of his debut exposition. He was sculptor, photographer, painter and philanthropist while not on duty, and had finally achieved the dream of having his own exhibition in an art gallery. Of course… Daniel and Darren had been practically shoved into the event. They had promised Troy to help him and ended up being the last-minute replacement models for the live sculpture, the main piece of his exposition. The original models got ill at the last moment (a mysterious illness had touched the two male models, it seemed) and Troy didn’t have a choice, really. Of course neither Daniel nor Darren knew what they were agreeing to, so… when they finally found out what exactly they had committed themselves to… it was too late to back off.

“Oh god… I can’t believe I’m doing this… And what’s with the set? What the fuck does a feather have to do with a bloody pumpkin??”
“They could’ve had the decency of turning the heat a bit higher… it’s fuckin’ freezing here… We’re not some models… we’re goddam royalty!” Darren complained; of course Darren hadn’t paid any attention to what his partner had just said.
A sudden itch in his left cheek began to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Daniel… would you…”
“I’m not going to scratch your bloody cheek with my nose again… and don’t pout. It doesn’t work with me, remember?”
Darren refrained from the pout he had started to make and tried to focus on something else… like the obnoxious picture of a, said to be, penis in the middle of a tomato salad (he was getting hungry all of a sudden), a sculpture made by their friend, of course. The penis looked incredibly uninviting, which Darren thought reassuring… a woody would be quite an uncomfortable condition to add to the awkwardness he was under already.
“Troy’s such a bad artiste…” Daniel groaned, contemplating all the tasteless “works of art” surrounding them, while trying to keep his mind busy too.
“Oh… don’t let him hear you…” Darren giggled.
“Ahem…!” Troy’s voice came from the left, Darren’s head could be seen moving to look beyond his mate’s naked body; a look of terror occupied his face when his fear was proven right.
“Uh-oh…” Daniel whimpered “He’s right beside me, isn’t he?” he closed his eyes, his nose screwed up.
“Time to change the posture…” Troy’s venomous timber made them shiver; both looked sideways to their beheader “You know how it is…”
“Troy… mate… I didn’t… mean… that.” Daniel groaned, a frightened smile fitting him quite well “I was just joking around with Darren. I don’t really think this _shit_ sucks… I mean…!”
Troy smiled malevolently, his teeth showing.
“One… two…”
“Okay! Okay! We’ll do it…” Daniel urged.
Troy nodded and marched away once more.
Daniel could feel Darren’s eyes melting a hole in his head.
“Don’t say anything.”
Darren somehow managed to keep his sarcastic retorts to himself.
“Come on…” Daniel sighed, his hands, copying Darren’s; moving up, carrying the feather, Darren carrying the pumpkin, and moving it to cover his face.

“Ooooh… look! Penises!!” the teenage girl with braces pointed, her mother followed her daughter’s finger “Real ones!”
“Oh my god!” the mother’s voice silenced “It’s huge…” she couldn’t help to utter.

On the other side of the feather, Daniel couldn’t help to let out a small laugh, whilst sending Darren a pleased look.
Darren’s eyes narrowed.
“What makes you think they’re talking about yours…??” he seethed, his voice as silent as he managed.
Daniel kept his cleaver smirk.
“Don’t be an arse… you’ll never win me on this matter… Besides… I can see through the feather. Advantages of being the guitarist.” He winked.
Darren’s face was so red.
“Relax… Doesn’t matter to me… bottoms don’t need big ones. Bottoms like you only need a tight hole… and I can say for a fact that yours is.”
“DANIEL!!!!”

The last thing Troy saw was a mass of red flesh throwing itself against a tanned one, the pumpkin falling on the floor, tinting the carpeted floor with an orangey touch and a blue peacock feather flying above his guests’ heads.
“Why did I ever ask them…? I’ll never learn…” he groaned, falling to his knees. “Why me…?”

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