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Adult +
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7
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7
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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 6
The guitarist felt Darren hands tighten slowly, lazily, onto the top edge of his shorts, the knuckles digging ever so slightly into his hips. He suddenly felt way too much at Darren's mercy, at his whim. Daniel swallowed again and licked his lips nervously, as Darren gazed at him in a dangerous manner.
"Now Daniel," Darren said lightly, his face looming close to Daniel's, like a lion on its meal "You have two options here."
"And what are they?" Daniel croaked, afraid to move and provoke his body even more. Darren smiled and held up his pointer finger near Daniel's face, causing the blond man to go a little cross-eyed looking at it.
"One. You can be stubborn and not give me back my shorts, resulting in punishment."
"What kind of punishment?" Daniel asked belligerently, eyes flashing.
"So easily you forget?" Darren's tone made Daniel go pale.
He yelped as Darren's hands tightened even more and tugged ever so slightly, exposing one of Daniel's hipbones to the warm summer sun.
"Ok, ok, I get your point!" Daniel cried, his voice cracking a little. Darren's lips twitched, then he held up two fingers.
"Two. You just give me back my shorts and we forget this little misunderstanding. As well as acknowledging my superiority over you."
Looking at Darren in consternation, Daniel nibbled on his lower lip and thought, with Darren watching him intently, not moving in the slightest, never relaxing.
Was his pride really worth his other pride? Would he be able to live it down if he gave in? Would he be able to if he *didn't*?
Daniel could feel the hard cement under his body, and Darren was a heavy weight pressing down on him, a crackling tension he could do without.
*Damn him, he *has* been working out.*
He realized that he was at a disadvantage. Conflicting emotions feredered in Daniel's eyes, as he thought about struggling to get away and then decided that was a bad idea. A *really* bad idea.
"Wellll...?" Darren drawled, regarding Daniel with a quizzical air.
Daniel hemmed and hawed, stalling for time as his brain much-too-slowly started clutching ideas together.
*Stupid Darren and his distracting, controlling body* Daniel thought with resentment.
"Ummmm...I guess I have to..." The guitarist reluctantly spoke up, only to trail off as a faint spark of an idea flickered as he regarded the shorts still held in his thrown-back arm. Hiding a smile, he started to wiggle the dark material again, distracting Darren in turn; the singer turned his head to watch the trunks eagerly. Rapidly taking advantage of the distraction, Daniel snuck his hand towards Darren's side like a slender, tanned spider, going for the kill.
Darren stiffened, then cried out, squirming like a trapped thing on top of Daniel. Openly smirking now, Daniel continued his lightening-fast torture, traveling his hand over other parts of Darren with deadly efficiency. Quest for trunks temporarily forgotten, Darren could only whimper and giggle endlessly, trying to curl himself into a ball and away from Daniel. The guitarist in turn got himself free from Darren's weight and brought in his other hand, his fingers a blur on Darren's mostly-pale skin.
Darren thrashed on the cement and half-moaned, trying to get away from Daniel's evil hands. He threw himself to one side and looked up at Daniel with wild, too-bright eyes, then threw his head back and screamed despairingly
"Daaaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyy! STOOPPPP *TICKLING* MEEEEE!!!!"
Daniel merely chuckled and kept going until he deemed Darren frazzled enough, then beat a strategic retreat to the other side of the pool. When he had gotten enough distance, Daniel turned around and looked back, realizing that beside Darren's shuddering form was the trunks, forgotten in his rush to escape.
*Damn. Oh well, better to leave him his than to have him take mine!...I think.*
Daniel wondered what Darren would do once he got his trunks back on. It wasn't a pleasent picture. Ohhhhh, he was going to be *livid*. Daniel wondered if his brillant idea was quite such a good one.
Darren had his back to him, lying on his side as he panted but was otherwise motionless, seeming to be trying to regain his breath. Then the singer reached out his arm without looking, blindly gropping for the shorts lying barely within reach. Once he grabbed them, Daniel quickly looked away, remembering belatedly that Darren was still el natural. Better to give Darren a little dignity, especially after what Daniel had just done. The guitarist began to feel a little guilty.
A small burst of rustling, then Daniel turned his head back in time to see Darren getting to his feet and walking determinedly, if a little shakily, towards the tall, blond man. Trying not to gulp, Daniel decided to stand his ground and wait for Darren's reaction.
Darren took his time, his grey eyes calm like the sea and betraying nothing. He got within easy conversing distance, then planted his feet wide, crossing arms over chest. Darren regarded Daniel for a very long moment indeed, while Daniel half-cringed and waited for the explosion he was sure was coming.
"Now Daniel," Darren said lightly, his face looming close to Daniel's, like a lion on its meal "You have two options here."
"And what are they?" Daniel croaked, afraid to move and provoke his body even more. Darren smiled and held up his pointer finger near Daniel's face, causing the blond man to go a little cross-eyed looking at it.
"One. You can be stubborn and not give me back my shorts, resulting in punishment."
"What kind of punishment?" Daniel asked belligerently, eyes flashing.
"So easily you forget?" Darren's tone made Daniel go pale.
He yelped as Darren's hands tightened even more and tugged ever so slightly, exposing one of Daniel's hipbones to the warm summer sun.
"Ok, ok, I get your point!" Daniel cried, his voice cracking a little. Darren's lips twitched, then he held up two fingers.
"Two. You just give me back my shorts and we forget this little misunderstanding. As well as acknowledging my superiority over you."
Looking at Darren in consternation, Daniel nibbled on his lower lip and thought, with Darren watching him intently, not moving in the slightest, never relaxing.
Was his pride really worth his other pride? Would he be able to live it down if he gave in? Would he be able to if he *didn't*?
Daniel could feel the hard cement under his body, and Darren was a heavy weight pressing down on him, a crackling tension he could do without.
*Damn him, he *has* been working out.*
He realized that he was at a disadvantage. Conflicting emotions feredered in Daniel's eyes, as he thought about struggling to get away and then decided that was a bad idea. A *really* bad idea.
"Wellll...?" Darren drawled, regarding Daniel with a quizzical air.
Daniel hemmed and hawed, stalling for time as his brain much-too-slowly started clutching ideas together.
*Stupid Darren and his distracting, controlling body* Daniel thought with resentment.
"Ummmm...I guess I have to..." The guitarist reluctantly spoke up, only to trail off as a faint spark of an idea flickered as he regarded the shorts still held in his thrown-back arm. Hiding a smile, he started to wiggle the dark material again, distracting Darren in turn; the singer turned his head to watch the trunks eagerly. Rapidly taking advantage of the distraction, Daniel snuck his hand towards Darren's side like a slender, tanned spider, going for the kill.
Darren stiffened, then cried out, squirming like a trapped thing on top of Daniel. Openly smirking now, Daniel continued his lightening-fast torture, traveling his hand over other parts of Darren with deadly efficiency. Quest for trunks temporarily forgotten, Darren could only whimper and giggle endlessly, trying to curl himself into a ball and away from Daniel. The guitarist in turn got himself free from Darren's weight and brought in his other hand, his fingers a blur on Darren's mostly-pale skin.
Darren thrashed on the cement and half-moaned, trying to get away from Daniel's evil hands. He threw himself to one side and looked up at Daniel with wild, too-bright eyes, then threw his head back and screamed despairingly
"Daaaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyy! STOOPPPP *TICKLING* MEEEEE!!!!"
Daniel merely chuckled and kept going until he deemed Darren frazzled enough, then beat a strategic retreat to the other side of the pool. When he had gotten enough distance, Daniel turned around and looked back, realizing that beside Darren's shuddering form was the trunks, forgotten in his rush to escape.
*Damn. Oh well, better to leave him his than to have him take mine!...I think.*
Daniel wondered what Darren would do once he got his trunks back on. It wasn't a pleasent picture. Ohhhhh, he was going to be *livid*. Daniel wondered if his brillant idea was quite such a good one.
Darren had his back to him, lying on his side as he panted but was otherwise motionless, seeming to be trying to regain his breath. Then the singer reached out his arm without looking, blindly gropping for the shorts lying barely within reach. Once he grabbed them, Daniel quickly looked away, remembering belatedly that Darren was still el natural. Better to give Darren a little dignity, especially after what Daniel had just done. The guitarist began to feel a little guilty.
A small burst of rustling, then Daniel turned his head back in time to see Darren getting to his feet and walking determinedly, if a little shakily, towards the tall, blond man. Trying not to gulp, Daniel decided to stand his ground and wait for Darren's reaction.
Darren took his time, his grey eyes calm like the sea and betraying nothing. He got within easy conversing distance, then planted his feet wide, crossing arms over chest. Darren regarded Daniel for a very long moment indeed, while Daniel half-cringed and waited for the explosion he was sure was coming.