We Meet Again

A/N and disclaimer: I don’t have any affiliation with Darren or Dan. None of this is true. None of it ever happened. This chapter is PURE UNADULTERATED SLASH!

We Meet Again – Pt 7

Darren fussed with the tub handles, trying to adjust the temperature. He wasn’t in the mood for hot or cold today. He heard Daniel enter behind him, saw the flash of white cotton towels dropped onto the bathroom vanity.

He ignored Daniel. When he was happy with the temperate feel of the water, he quickly yanked his shirt over his head, dropping it beside him on the floor. Still ignoring Dan, his jeans and Star Wars boxers quickly followed his shirt. He jumped in the tub, yanked the vinyl curtain, and pulled the stem to start the water flowing to the shower head.

He gasped lightly as the first of the water, a man’s length of cool, hit him. He shivered slightly, then sighed, a slight smile on his lips, as the warmer water began to pulse over him.

He heard the light jangle of the curtain as Daniel entered behind him. His breath caught in his throat when Daniel’s arms surrounded him, pulled him close, as his hardness pressed firmly against Darren’s backside. Daniel hugged him tight, then began kissing the back of his neck.

Darren arched against him, rubbed the back of his head against Daniel’s shoulder. Then Darren leaned forward, arms outstretched; the splayed fingers of his hands pressed against the cool enamel wall, sending shivers through his heated body.

He moaned softly, needfully, as Daniel’s fingers gently prepared him. His breath came in short, ragged pants, as he took a deep breath, forced himself to relax as he felt Daniel’s hardness slowly penetrate him. Filling him. He closed his eyes.

“Oh, god, Danny… You feel so good.”

The water began to feel cooler.

“You okay, Dazza?”

Darren nodded. “I’m fine, Danny… Please… I’ve wanted this so…”

Daniel began moving against him. His arms moving from Darren’s waist, as he placed his hands on Darren’s hips.

“Oh… oh… Danny…”

“You feel so good, Dazza.”

Darren turned his head, tilted it back. Daniel’s chest pressed against his back as Daniel leaned forward to press his lips against Da’s i’s in a lust filled kiss.

They swallowed each others whimpers moa moans.

Daniel’s left arm went back around Darren’s waist as the fingers of his right hand began teasing Darren’s sensitive nipples. Darren felt the electricity rush to his already heated groin. His swollen hardness now throbbed painfully.

‘Oh, Danny.’

Tears of joy slipped from his eyes, lost in the flow of water from the shower that still beat down on them, as their kiss deepened.

Daniel broke the kiss, gulped air. “I’m close, Dazza.”

Darren could only whimper breathlessly. He nearly fainted when Daniel’s right hand moved lower. Would have fallen if Daniel’s strong left arm wasn’t still firmly around hiist.ist.

“Come with me, Dazza,” he whispered huskily.

“Danny… ah… please…” he begged between desperate gasps for air.

“Come, Dazza,” Daniel’s low voice encouraged. “I’ve got you…”

Darren’s back arched as his orgasm washed over him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, as his body convulsed and lights flashed behind his tightly closed eyes.


The first thing Darren sensed was warmth enclosing him. Surrounding him. Sounds were next. Sounds? No… words… someone speaking. So soft. Low. Daniel.

“Dazz
“
“Here…” Darren had no energy… felt so weak. “Danny…”

“I’ve got you, Dazza… it’s okay.”

“God, Danny…” Darren finally managed to open his eyes. They were in bed. Daniel’s bed. His head was on Dan’s chest, he realized. Dan’s arms were wrapped around him. “I – I don’t…”

Daniel kissed his forehead. “It was pretty awesome, wasn’t it? You scared the shit out of me, Daz.”

“Sorry… I… sorry…”

“’S okay. I just don’t think we’ll be able to shower together for a while.”

Darren tilted his head a bit to look up at Daniel, who grinned back at him.

Finding a bit of energy, Darren put his right arm around Dan’s chest. Snuggled under his chin. He sighed contentedly when Dan’s right hand began massaging the small of his back.

“Dazza?”

“Yes, Danny?”

“Thank you.”

“For what, Danny?”

“For caring, Daz.”

Darren started to speak, then stopped. Waited. He felt Danny hesitate.

“Michelle… she could be so vicious…”

Darren moved his arm from Dan’s chest, threaded it around Dan’s neck. Hugged him gently in silent support.

“That night I met you at the movies? It was the first time I’d been out, other than necessities, since… since…”

Darren raised his head, studied Daniel’s sad face as he seemed to gaze at nothing. A tear began to roll down his cheek. Darren kissed it away.

“I was so lonely, Daz. Scared to go. Scared to stay. Michelle never understood. The more I withdrew, the more she screamed, cursed, and ranted—the more I withdrew. I was so sure I was worthless…”

“Oh, Danny,” all of Darren’s sympathy filled those two words. He raised up on his right elbow, gently turned Daniel’s face toward him.

Crystal tears ran freely from the green eyes that met his blue ones.

“She couldn’t have been more wrong,” he said softly, before leaning in to kiss Dan gently on the lips.

He ran his right hand up the back of Dan’s head, tangling his fingers in the unruly locks. Deepened his kiss. Smiled inwardly as Dan gave in to his ministrations. Began to kiss him back.

The sound of the doorbell broke the kiss. Darren looked at Dan. Dan looked at Darren. The doorbell rang again, and they both broke out in laughter.

“What a way to start the evening.” Darren lamented as he scrambled out of bed.

He felt the heat of a blush on his face, and glanced at Dan, who had scrambled out behind him. His face showed a similar effect.

The doorbell sounded again. Longer. More insistent. Dan hastily pulled up his pants and grabbed his shirt as he headed for the stairs.

Darren chuckled as he quickly ran his fingers through his hair before he followed after Danny. He hoped Dan would remember to fasten his pants before he opened the door.

...tbc...