There's Always Room For...

One moment, Daniel was floating there silently fuming at Darren. The next he was gone under the green, with Darren looking around in surprise. He managed to turn his head around once or twice before he uttered a startled *yelp!* and dissapeared downward under the jello with a gargled *slurp!*

Daniel emerged leisurely to the surface, a return smirk hovering on his lips as Darren followed him a moment later, spluttering and bursting through the top layer of dessert. Green slid down his pale skin as he vainly tried to toss the goop out of his eyes.

"Dammit, Dan, that was a *really* low trick! Why can't you ever play fair??" Darren demanded, that hot look of rage back in his eyes. Daniel just beamed a smile at him as he lazily lay on his back, his arms under his head. But that smile quickly dissapeared as Darren grabbed his ankle in a iron grip and plunged himself downward again.

Jello began to fling itself all over the place and completely out of the pool as the two men alternately tried to drown each other in the sugary semi-solid. At one point Darren had Daniel in a headlock, at another Daniel was pushing Darren by his butt back into the deep-end. Darren eventually resorted to waiting like a hungry leopard near the bottom, waiting for Daniel to look away from his position before striking. Eventually Daniel got sick of that and turned the tables on Darren again.

"Danny? Danny! Where the heck are you, mate?" Darren called, peering into the murky emerald depths, the jello rendered totally chaotic by their churning. Darren waited a few minutes more, than started to look more frantically.

"This isn't funny Daniel! Come out, you skinny, cowardly moron!" Darren yelled, his voice made sharp with worry. Suddenly Darren felt ghostly hands along his hips and that was all the warning he had before those hands suddenly tightened and pulled.

Daniel emerged a few moments later at the pool and hoisted himself out onto the pavement. He turned to see Darren regarding him with a face more white than normal. Daniel watched with fascination as Darren's skin went from white to red and back again.

"Ok, Daniel, very funny..." Darren said in a near whisper, drowning it in venom "but now it's time to *GIVE ME BACK MY SWIMMING TRUNKS!*"

Daniel turned and looked at the bunched material in his hand like he'd never seen it there before. He did an exaggerated double-take and then glanced back at Darren with a surprised expression.

"What, these?" Daniel said ingeniously, waving the dark material until it fluttered. "But i thought you wanted a good cool down, these'll just get in the way of that."

Darren grit his teeth and counted to 10 forwards, backwards and random-order as he wrestled with his temper and tried to not react in a manner he would probably regret. Namely, do NOT, for any reason, leave the pool.

*That's just what Daniel wants.*

Darren was never more glad that they had muddled up the jello so badly that it was impossible to see anything clearly in it. There were some things Darren didn't particularly want Daniel to see. Especially right now, where he was at the guitarist's mercy, in more ways than one.

"Daniel," Darren said clearly and concisely, speaking like one would to a slow five year old "give me BACK my trunks. Now."

They locked gazes, emerald fighting against steel-grey, as a slow smile spread across Daniel's angular face.

"Or you'll do what exactly?" Daniel replied in a taunting voice, his eyes asking, *daring*, Darren to do something. Against his earlier internal promise, the singer found himself pulled forward, anger flickering and filled with the desire to get his hands on Daniel. As he swam closer to Daniel, the slippery jello coursing slickly around his now-completely-bare skin, Darren could feel the heat of that desire and his temper rising.

Daniel's smile turned fierce and he teased Darren by wiggling the prized Star Wars shorts just out of his reach, not realizing how quickly Darren was moving until the singer seemingly poured upward out of the pool in his rush, almost knocking Daniel off his feet. Darren made a snarling noise and Daniel backpedaled so hard he just about staggered.

Caught up in his personal fires, Darren barely (ha, such a delicious pun) noticed the summer breeze on his uncovered flesh as he advanced like a demon on Daniel. He overtook the tall man in one deadly rush and next thing Daniel knew, he was pinned against the cement floor like a butterfly on display, his eyes tightly shut.

For a long moment, silence reigned except for the harsh sound of Darren panting over Daniel, his pupils dilated and expression burning. Daniel cracked open one eye cautiously and blanched at the look on Darren's face.

"Eep."

Darren's hands tightened against Daniel's flesh for a moment, then slowly relaxed as the anger receeded from Darren's eyes, replaced by a certain smugness.

"Well, well. How the tables have turned." He chuckled quietly. It was Daniel's turn to smirk as he purposely let his eyes work down Darren.

"I dunno Daz, I'd say you are *still* naked. Not a thread. Hardly turning the tables."

Darren quirked an eyebrow upward, eloquently, and Daniel's smile faltered as he felt Darren's hands creeping their way along his hips and waist.

"We can easily change that, dear Danny." Darren whispered silkenly, his tone a mocking promise. Daniel gulped audiably.