Copyright 2000 by Dazzababe

The last song of Savage Garden's concert is the title track from their disc Affirmation. Darren hugs Daniel from behind, playing with the crowd, enthusiastically cheering them on. Only a lucky few see through the playfulness to the lust bubbling deep down...

After the concert, backstage is bustling with activity. Media, fans, management and record executives all waiting, wondering what the hell the delay is. Why Darren and Daniel are taking so long in their dressing room.

And this is why: Daniel has Darren slammed back against a wall, kissing him so hard it's replaced breathing. Their erections so hard, straining against each other, their arousal obvious in their urgent caresses....

"Jonesy, there's so many people waiting for us...."

"Hmmmm....you care?"

Darren mulls it over before his mouth is once again swept by Daniel's. "Nah..."

A knock on the door--it's Sneaky, their tour manager. "How much longer are you two gonna be?"

"A few minutes!" Darren answers back, trying not to breathe heavily with Daniel's heated breath on his neck. Their hands are completely occupied, one bracing each other, the other softly yet hurriedly stroking their cocks, moving them close together, moaning in each other's mouths.

Daniel flicks Darren's ear. "How about you get down on your knees and suck me?" Darren responds by sinking down, looking at his partner with a gaze of pure lust, smiling with devilish intent. It was Daniel's turn to hold onto the wall now....

Touching Daniel's cock with the lightest of caresses, Darren flicked his tongue across the head. He tasted a drop of precum, traced around the opening, then lowered it into his mouth.

Daniel braced the wall. "Shit---"

Darren giggled to himself. How much so he loved to see his best friend completely at his mercy like this. His own hand wandered down to his penis, using the precum fluid as a lubricant. Inch by inch, he took Daniel into his mouth, savouring the taste, the saltiness, the sweetness, inhaling the male musk as part of the air he was breathing.

Daniel sifted his left hand through Darren's black hair, their eyes meeting. How beautiful Darren looked while sucking Daniel's cock; that angel face looking so violated, only more remarked by Darren's blissful expression.

Later, after they had met their fans, talked to the press, schmoozed with the management, they could spend as much time as they wanted in each other's arms, use the entire night to discover new pleasures, new ways and old to make each other moan.

But not until later.

Another knock on the door. "It's Leonie! Can I come in?" A momentary flash of panic spread across Daniel's face. Darren shook his head, not missing a beat.

"No!" Daniel yelled. "We're changing. Five minutes!" Darren quickened his pace slightly, taking Daniel deeper into his throat, rubbing himself to keep up.

Darren grinned. "Nice save, Jonesy. Only now you know we're going to have to change our clothes."

"Whatever. Just shut up and suck me."

As if to spite him, Darren licked a sensitive trail from base to head. Daniel muttered a curse, force-feeding Darren his cock. Fucking tease. No, Daniel wasn't in any hurry to do a meet-and-greet, he never was, but ever since Darren had been taunting him with his gazes showing off desire, the lustful exchanges he hoped the fans didn't see, all he wanted was culmination. Pure selfish need.

"Darren---" Daniel mouthed. He reached down underneath Darren's t-shirt to flick a nipple. That was all Darren needed. He let Daniel's sex drop out of his mouth, wailing, satisfying his own want with his right hand, cupping and gently squeezing Daniel's with his left, and he was coming, coming....

Pure intensity crashed in waves over Darren's body; it just felt so fucking good. "Jonesy, Jonesy!" he nearly screamed out, trying his best to resume where he left off on his friend, taking Daniel back into his mouth. He dug his fingers into Daniel's firm ass, renewing his hunger, wanting Daniel to share this experience.

"Darren...oh...oh...that's it!" How could their rhythms be so matched that Darren knew, just knew what could take him over the edge, and especially so soon after Darren's orgasm. Was there really time to think? With his cock firmly in Darren's throat, and Darren's fingers strumming his balls, there wasn't, because Daniel was now climaxing as well, his white stickiness spraying all over Darren's beautiful face and down his throat.

"Darren---" Daniel shivered, falling back against the wall. Darren fell atop him, their lips making contact.

"You made a mess," Darren purred, flicking his finger through the goo on his face. Daniel smiled and laughed, taking a finger to taste. In the hurried afterglow, they kissed, sharing Daniel's essence and cleaning up his face as much as possible to look the least bit presentable.

Another knock on the door. "Darren, Daniel, it's Larry Tollin! You two are taking an incredible long time and there are a lot of people waiting out there. Rebecca and I, and the DJs from the radio station and---"

"We'll be right out!" Darren shouted.

"Five minutes, that's it!" They could practically hear him walking away in disgust.

Daniel sighed. "What an asshole." Darren laughed. "I suppose we should neaten up and get out there already."

"You sound like you're dreading it."

"Of course I am. You know these meet-and-greets get on my nerves. I'd rather be back in the bus working on new songs."

Darren took Daniel's hand and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be at your side the entire time. It's just for a few minutes, and there will be fans out there too."

"And then what?"

"And then," Darren gazed at Daniel with his blue-grey eyes, reflecting the love that could only be found from post-physical contact. "I'll hold you all night. I promise."

"Deal." Reluctantly, they let go, and walked out of the dressing room to say hello to the crowd who had waited patiently for a glimpse of their heroes. None of whom even suspected, of course, of the passion that had gone down in that room just moments ago.