Copyright 1999 by Dazzababe

Most pop stars wouldn't have bothered to acknowledge their adoring crowd at all, but then again, Darren Hayes was not most pop stars. Much to the security guard's chagrin, Darren cheerfully and tirelessly signed autographs for as many fans as he could.

"Mr. Hayes, we really must be getting you in the car now," the guard pleaded, to deaf ears.

"Just a few more," Darren insisted; he wanted to brighten the day for as many of the young girls as possible. He remembered what it was like to be a fan, and he wanted to treat these people as he would want to be treated. Not until the last poster was signed, did he finally nod to the guard he was ready to go.

"Bye, Darren!" the girls yelled and squealed. He waved back, blowing them a kiss as he stepped into the black limosine, falling on the rear seat next to Daniel.

"Well, that took a while," Daniel said.

"They're important to us. You know that as well as I do."

Daniel smiled. "I guess you're right. I'm just tired today, that's all." The car pulled out of its spot, traveling north on Broadway toward their hotel. "You've got way more energy than I do."

"Awwww, Jonesy...." Darren playfully touseled his partner's dark blond hair.

It had indeed been a long day. Interviews in the morning, and Total Request Live in the afternoon. Although they had been popular in the States for quite a while now, the sheer number of the crowd still surprised the duo.

They were silent for a few minutes as the limo fought late afternoon New York traffic. Darren looked at Daniel thoughtfully. Their passion had cooled recently for many reasons. The stress of a successful recording career, the breakup of Darren's marriage, their living across the world from each other---all necessary, but something had to give.

But today...in the photo booth prior to their interview, they had been teasing the camera, giving each other kissy faces and teasingly flirting with one another. Just innocent silliness to the average viewer, but Darren could feel his loins stirring as they posed for the cheap photos, knowing that god-knows-how-many million viewers out there would be watching.

And today, Darren wanted Daniel. Badly.

Darren had to break the silence. "Jonesy..." he started to say. Daniel took Darren's hands in his in response, then brought him in close, two pairs of soft lips brushing against each other in a kiss that at first was hesitant, then stronger.

"I want you." The words tumbled out of Darren's mouth before he could stop them. Daniel broke the kiss and smiled his typical sexy, devilish smile.

"I want you too, Darren. We've been behaving ourselves much too long." It was true. Nothing had happened the entire four months they had been at Wallyworld, partly because they didn't want Leonie and the others to know, but also partly because they were growing a bit apart---at least, each had thought so. Now, back in each other's arms, sinking into this luscious, masculine kiss, New York and the world were fading away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Darren saw the hotel from the window. "Last stop, everyone off," he said, reluctantly withdrawing from his friend's embrace.

Waiting for the elevator is enough of a hassle under normal cirucmstances. Under the pretense of desire, it was practically unbearable. As was the trip to the 25th floor, where their rooms were located.

"I bet you regret giving up your apartment now," Daniel said, his fingertips lightly grazing Darren's. They were in the back, and the touch was so

subtle, noone else could have seen it, but Darren withdrew his hand anyway, smiling devilishly.

"I like this much better," Darren said. "Never have to worry about cleaning my room this way." So many people in the elevator, so many stops it had to make before reaching their floor. All the better for their hunger to build, until each man thought he would surely drown in his.

Soon enough, but not too soon, it was only the two of them. They grinned at each other, then laughed. "Last one to the door has to be on the bottom," said Darren, raising his eyebrow.

"And I'll bet you're the last one," replied Daniel.

"Oh, you think so, huh?" Darren playfully lunged toward Daniel, who ducked out of the way just in time, their laughter becoming louder and more flirtatious.

A high-pitched ring came from the top of the car, signalling they had arrived at their floor.

"Race you!" Darren yelled as the doors opened, and when he was able to go through, he darted out and ran toward their rooms.

"I don't think so!" Daniel yelled back, turning backwards, blocking Darren's path. "Remember who almost went into soccer and who didn't." He zoomed past his dark-haired friend, slamming his thin frame against his suite entrance.

"You bastard!" Darren snorted good-naturedly.

Daniel laughed, pointing a finger at Darren's chest. "Remember what you

said, last one has to be on the bottom."

"Yeah, well, I'm a sore loser." Darren's arms lunged toward Daniel, pinning him.

"I'll make sure something's sore," Daniel said, their mouths meeting in a sweet, short kiss, and then another, and then another. "Mmmmm, lest you forget, Daz, we're still in public."

"Twenty-five floors up. None of our fans are up here."

"Mmm, you never know. C'mon." Daniel reached into his right pocket for his key, struggling to slip it into the credit-card sized lock. The light flashed green, and the door opened.

The duo fell down into the entryway as the door suddenly flung open, Darren on top of Daniel, causing them to laugh. In each other's arms, they tumbled from the entryway to the living room of the spacious suite, giggling and kissing all the while."Jonesy...." Darren tried to say between short, sweet kisses.

"Shhh, don't talk." Daniel's long, nimble fingers separated the top button on Darren's shirt from its hole, pressing his lips on the warm flesh.

"Mmmm...is the door closed?"

Daniel glanced over. "Of course the door is closed, and don't worry, there's no young girls hiding in the closets." He undid another button, kissing the flesh exposed from that.

"There could be, you never know. I read things happen like that all the time."

"Then they can join us." Another button gone, more flesh touched by lips. Darren closed his eyes and sighed, inhaling the warmth, the musk, his own cologne. Over so much time, he had forgotten how tantalizing, no, just how good his best friend's touch could be. So rough, so luscious, so male.

Daniel swiftly removed the undone shirt, letting it fall to the floor as their lips swept over each other once more, positioning themselves so they sat erection against erection, pressing against each other, their passion growing. In one move, Darren lifted Daniel's sweater over his head; both men were now naked above the waist.

Finally needing to breathe, they looked directly into each other's eyes. Darren elevated Daniel's wrist so that Daniel's fingers were grazing his lips, darting out his tongue kitten-like, swirling around the index finger first, then sensually placing it in his mouth. In and out, sucking it as if it were a tiny penis, then the same with the middle and ring fingers.

Daniel shuddered. "Shit..."

"Never. You're always worth the wait." Daniel took Darren's hand to his own mouth, kissing the palm softly and then sucking the fingers the way Darren had done before, the dark-haired man nearly losing his concentration, tossing his head back, gasping in both pleasure and surprise. "You're so beautiful. I love watching you in ecstacy." Daniel's hands lowered down to Darren's slacks, unfastening the belt buckle. At the same time, he let his tongue explore Darren's warm flesh, inhaling Darren's personal aroma, a combination of the D&G cologne he always wore and his own body scent. Delicious.

Down Darren's neck, to his chest, veering off to the right to suck on a very hard nipple, causing Darren to cry out, sifting his fingers in his lover's dirty blond hair. Daniel's body was molded against his, so there was no way for him to remove Daniel's pants as his were being removed right then. Pants off, shoes off, socks off, so that all the clothing that remained on Darren consisted of tight gray boxer-briefs.

"Ohhh," Daniel sighed, moving on to kiss and caress Darren's left nipple. "So beautiful. Your body is getting so much harder." With one tug, he lowered Darren's underwear to his knees, and with another, completely off his body, exposing Darren's hard cock, the precum glistening from the tip. "Too beautiful. Do you know how fucking bad I want you right now?"

"Take me. Been too fucking long...." Darren's head was tossing and turning, and Daniel smiled at his partner's predicament. He licked the droplets from Darren's sex, watching his dark-haired lover's face, Darren's mouth dropping down, a slight tremor escaping. "Don't stop," Darren managed to groan between his parted lips.

"I wasn't going to." Daniel gently kissed the dark pink skin from the base upward, little kisses for tantalizing, his eyes still on Darren, culminating in swallowing him whole. Darren gasped, his eyes popping open, his entire body quaking on contact, grabbing fingerfuls of Daniel's hair, encouraging him to go deeper. Despite Darren's growing fervency, Daniel kept to his own pace, taking as much or as little of Darren's cock into his throat as he wanted. Daniel's right hand steadied Darren's trembling muscled thigh, while his left cupped and fondled Darren's sacs; eventually his index finger found its way even lower, to that sweet in-between area, then to the rear opening.

Darren gasped as the careful finger wedged inside, first trapped by the inner muscle, and then somehow, beyond that. All the while, surrounded by the sensation of Daniel's expert sucking. His breathing was becoming rapid, louder, and shorter, even more so as he felt himself closer to the edge. "Daniel--Jonesy--take me---"

Then, suddenly, Daniel stopped. Darren let out a wail of frustration; he was so beyond the point of no return, the room seemed to be spinning in anticipation. He should have been used to Daniel's teasing and taunting by now; he never could.

Daniel crawled back up to Darren's lips, covering his lover's body with his own. "Honestly, Darren, you know I only let you come when you're ready." A sweet, smoldering kiss. "And you know as well as I do you're not ready."

"I'm ready. Please..."

"No, you're not." Skin was burning against skin; Daniel lowered Darren's hands to his belt buckle. "Make me as naked as you, then show me how much you want to come."

Darren started to act upon Daniel's request. "Damnit, I fucking hate you when you do this..."

"But you love it," Daniel's jeans collapsed between his legs, "that's why you always come back for more."

Darren flashed a wry grin. "Fuck you."

"In a while, if you're lucky," Daniel smirked. Holding each other so close, the duo turned over so that Darren was on top now, licking and kissing Daniel's flesh as if survival depended on it--which, right now to Darren, it did. Daniel moaned as he relaxed. Darren was so incredible at making love, passionate as he was in every other aspect of his life. No part of Daniel's body would be untouched or unkissed. Darren sucked on Daniel's toes, one at a time, licking the spaces inbetween each, licking the instep to the point where it almost tickled, Daniel even giggling slightly, before the giggles turned into sighs of expectation, once Darren's mouth began making its way up Daniel's leg.

Up his leg, to his thigh, Daniel felt Darren's tongue, leaving a heavenly trail of goosebumps, leading to the outer reaches of his groin area. More kisses on the inner thighs, as subtle as whispers, yet permeating Daniel with deep hunger. "Suck me, Darren," the blond pleaded.

Darren smiled slightly. "How does it feel to want?"

"Just suck my cock." Daniel clutched the floor as though it could slant up and throw him toward the ceiling--and he thought it very well would when Darren's steaming mouth made contact with Daniel's sex, swallowing him whole with warmth. He felt gentle fingers caressing his swollen balls, Darren loving him as Daniel had before, Daniel shuddering under every delicate contact. The touching turned into kissing as Darren moved downward, pumping Daniel's cock so it was in time with Darren's other movements.

As late afternoon morphed into evening, the shadows in the room changed, fading away the natural light. Neither man wanted to tear himself away to switch the light, so they continued their mutual pleasure in the still darkness, their joyful cries piercing the quiet.

Daniel hated to admit it, but Darren clearly was the one in control here. In control with the media, and now, in control of the lush delights that were surrounding them. It was so invigorating to just lie back and receive, but Daniel once again wanted to share with Darren, to reciprocate, to give back as he was accepting.

"Turn around," Daniel said in a voice shaky with lust, twisting so he was now laying on his side. Without breaking his rhythm, Darren moved position so that he was side-by-side with Daniel, lying head to tail, arms and legs locked together, focused on their oral loving. In each other's mouths, they fit like pieces in a puzzle, the stimulation continuous and flowing until the simultaneous providing became impossible, letting the inevitable happen.

Daniel came first, grinding his hips and pelvis into Darren's face. Darren held on for dear life, kneading his hands into Daniel's tight orbs, drinking all he could handle and the little he couldn't he permitted to flow all over his mouth and chin.

Even after his orgasm, Daniel continued to rouse Darren, strumming his opening, lightly touching his prostate. Darren's muscle ring squeezed the fingers; "ah, ah, ah," he trembled, breathing into Daniel's groin, waiting for his own imminent climax, wishing for it to be there.

And soon enough it was. Every nerve in Darren's body became hypersensitive; he leaned his head on Daniel's thigh as he erupted, his face carrying the look of one completely swept away, which he was indeed. "Jonesy--" he trembled, the strong sucking becoming softer as the intensity was subsiding.

For the next few minutes, it was only them in the dark room, night beginning its full effect. In fluid movement, Darren slid away from between Daniel's legs, back into his arms, pressing their lips together in a kiss once again gentle. "I love you," Darren mouthed. Daniel smiled in response. Nothing more needed to be said.

Except: "Mmmm, Darren?"

"Yeah?" Darren nuzzled into Daniel's shoulder, high from their lovemaking, floating so slowly into the afterglow.

"It's dark in here."

"That's because it would be nighttime," Darren answered.

"Uh-huh, very funny," Daniel said. "Which one of us is going to get up to turn the light on?"

"You could always do it." Darren softly kissed Daniel's neck. "I'm busy."

Daniel sighed--Darren could be so much the celebrity when he wanted to be. He made an attempt to rise, then decided the dark room was the perfect setting for the moment, so he just held Darren closer, keeping reality at bay for as long as possible.

Darren and Daniel had this well-earned night off, and this was the way they wanted to spend it.