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Red Edge	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1178 -:- 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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Just in case you didn't realize this is FICTION! this is not real this did not happen...well as far as i'm awear...tho i guess we can always hope....so don't sue me i don't mean any harm...
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Daniel.
I stare at him. He's fragile, vulnerable but hard. He looks as though he's about to shatter any moment now. I smile at him encouraging, willing him to start. He doesn't ask for music, merely opens his mouth and sings. I can't move, can't breathe. He's incredible. When he's finished he stares at the ground near his feet. His voice split about half way through the piece but he's still the best I've seen so far, heard so far. The others are sniggering. "You can go." That's John speaking. "Thanks for showing up though." That's Greg, and that's a dismissal too. I'm staring outright, not trying to hide it. Barely hearing what the others oare saying. He's leaving, not even glancing up, not anohter sound. "So, who are we voting for people?" John asks. "Greg?" "The first guy, Terry was good." "Daniel?" "I want him." "Yes we noticed but for the band Dan?" He's grinning at me. "I'm serious. He sings better than all the others that have auditioned." "He sings like a pansy." Greg mutters. "He is a pansy." John answers. I shrug. "He still has the best voice." "I agree." Aaron finally speaks. "If we're serious about this we need someone who can sing, not just grunt into a microphone." John blinks. They keep underestimating Aaron. "Well that's two for, what's his name?" Greg asks. "Darren." I supply. "Yeah well two for Darren, one for Terry. What's your vote John." Terry rubbed John the wrong way, so normally he wouldn't have gone for him but, still I wondered... "I think we need to see more people." "this is a waste of time." Aaron muttered. "Just get Terry, Darren and anyone else new back and we'll try again." We all groaned at that. "So what do you suggest?" he propmted. "A slab of beer and getting trashed." Greg suggested. John agreeded. Aaron groaned in disgust and left. Aaron was right, we had to do something, but it was obvious John and Greg's attention span had lapsed. I sighed, there was always tomorrow. And anyway, Greg was supplying the grog, why pass up free alcohol?
Darren
That was a mistake. That was so embarrassing. The first two, John? Greg? Had no interest and could barely contain their contempt? Amusement? If they tried. The third guy had just stared, he’d smiled, indicating me to start then continued to check me out so hard as I sung I’m surprised he didn’t just waltz over and ask me to fuck then and there. And I don’t think I’d have said no either, which scared the hell outta me. I stop obediently at red red light and waited. If he hadn’t stared so hard with such obvious desire I’d have never picked him as that way inclined. He looks more the straight, model hetero, gays’ bi’s don’t bother me but if you touch me I’ll punch you’re lights, out kinda guy. The light turns green. Emerald eyes under his pale gold eyelashes. Hair straight gold around his eyes but a decent short length, just the fringe a little overgrown. Before I could realize what had happened my cock was throbbing against the confines of my pants. I groaned, fuck, could things get any more embarrassing? Yes, yes they can I hurriedly add before I jinx myself. I try thinking about anything other than the gold haloed angel and his lust filled gaze. Try not to think about the way he lounged back with his legs wide open. Try not to imagine what his cock would look like, probably long with a perfect sized rosey head. It’s not working. I’m driving faster. Trying to get home before I cum in my jocks. But my mind is flashing images of him naked up for me to agonise over. Of him sprawled naked on my bed, one hand touching himself when all I can do is watch. My hard cock aches for release, demands attention. I’m sweating hard, trying to concentrate on driving, every little detail of it like this is my first time behind the wheel. My hands on the wheel properly spaced. My hands roaming his body. Watching the road, the other cars, the street signs. Watchinm wrm writher under his own touch. I groan, this isn’t going to work. Almost home though.
I fumble with the keys, feeling precum making my cock slide against my briefs. I groan, god that feels so good. I burst into the small house, bolting for the bathroom, yanking my jacket off, ripping open my shirt to graze my nipples. Cry out with desire. I throw myself into the bathroom as I yank open my jeans, my cock literally falls out and my hands there waiting for it, catches it and immediately starts to stroke hard, fast. I stumble into the shower without thought, kicking off my shoes. I’m moaning, groaning, panting. One hand pulling myself off with sure quick strokes, the other hand pushing cloth aside to toy with a nipple. My voice rises as I come closer, both hands increasing their pace and I cum screaming, cum pouring, spurting all over the tiles. Then I’m fighting for breath. I haven’t cum that hard for months. My hand falls from my chest and grabs the wall for support. My knees go weak and I slide down to kneeling feeling dizzy I came that hard. So hard and so fast. I fight to drag air into my lungs. I’ve made a mess, without thought, when have I been thinking, I turn on the cold water. It blasts down upon me, drenching me in seconds. I turn my face up to it, gasping, eyes wide open. I see part of my mess over the tiles. I reach out and touch it then bring my fingers to my lips wondering what he’d taste like. Suddenly realising what I’m doing, what I’ve done I wash off the mess, drink in gulps of water to cleanse myself. And the whole time he’s there in my mind, taunting me with those eyes, that smile, that damn intense stare. I groan, head resting against the now clean tiles, cold water pelting against my shoulders. I slide the wet shirt off my skin and shiver, I’m still fully clothed. My skin tingles. What is going on? Who is this golden angel who’s got me so hot? I’m getting hard again and I stroke myself slowly, my hips rolling backwards and forwards, imagining I’m inside him. Till I’m bucking into my hand, legs on knees spread wide, the friction of my wet jeans sending shock waves up my inner thighs. I cum again, groaning with a need for real fulfilment. I want him.
more to come....
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