They didn't play around every single night, just when they felt the tension was too great; when the stress of finishing the disc was becoming too overbearing. Then they would find themselves in embrace, tongues together as were their cocks, words exchanged or not in their mutual masturbation.
Daniel thought those nights were beyond heaven. Afterward, they would always hold each other close, eyes closing as their breath became even, protecting one another from whatever their dreams could bring. The only thing he liked better was the mornings that followed, when they woke up still in the position they had fallen asleep in. The last few precious moments before another grueling day in the studio, clutching onto them for as long as they possibly could. Just kissing and fondling, nothing more.
One night, Daniel did want more.
They were in a position an average observer might have found humourous; sitting side by side, hands stroking each other's penises, kissing deeply and passionately. Like a bolt of lightning, the urge had hit Daniel: he wanted to taste Darren tonight, take his manhood into his mouth and inhale it in.
"Lay back," Daniel whispered.
Confusion crossed Darren's face. "What are you--"
"Shhhh. Just enjoy." Daniel ran his fingers through Darren's hair before beginning his oral descent. Darren sensed this session was going to be different; it was in Daniel's urgent touch, his kisses trailing down, down. Darren felt a hand gently cupping his testicles, a deft caress on top, and then underneath. A slight moan escaped his parted lips.
The kisses caught up to the caresses, Darren's eyes widening in surprise. Daniel was kissing his cock, sliding it into his mouth. Their eyes met, trusting, before Darren's closed to feel the intensity.
Darren's cock smelled like a combination of male musk and desire; yes, that was the exact word swirling through Daniel's brain: this is what desire smells like. Darren tasted like that desire one hundred times magnified, surrounded by hot flesh warming the back of his throat.
Darren held onto the couch as if for dear life. Sure, he had been on the receiving end of oral sex before, but never like this. Never to the point where he thought orgasm could turn him inside out, or that he could forget...
Colby.
But only for a minute. Darren found himself giving into pure feeling, letting go all he could into Daniel's awaiting mouth, his friend drinking it all and releasing his hold. Daniel slithered his way back up, his tongue separating Daniel's lips, tasting himself. He caressed Darren's cheek, about to murmur Darren do the same to him, so they can share this pleasure once again...
Darren broke away, turning his head. "I can't. No more."
"Darren, what's wrong?"
"We can't do this anymore."
"Why not?" Daniel put his hand on Darren's shoulder, flicking away a forming tear.
"When I married Colby," Darren began, looking at Daniel with wet eyes, "I took vows to always love, honor, and cherish her. You and me, it feels so good, but I'm hurting her, even if she doesn't know it."
Daniel nodded reluctantly. But what about me, don't you worry you're hurting me? Hell with the rules of human society and their insistence on monogamous love. You can have Colby, and you can have me too--I won't stand in your way. Instead of saying what he really felt, he just said, "Is it my turn for the bed or the couch then?"
Despite the three beers he had, Daniel still felt fairly sober, as if the memory had absorbed the alcohol. He chuckled at the absurdity of this. Daniel looked up at Brian, but he had joined the others. It was just as well; thoughts like this weren't meant to be shared.
"Daniel! Daniel! EARTH TO DANNY BOY!!" Ben was right behind him, making up in drunkeness what Daniel lacked. "Where have you been? Have a shot of Jagermeister. Hell, have two, they're small!" Ben slammed two glasses down in front of Daniel. As long as they were being offered. Daniel gulped them down in an attempt to erase the past from his mind.
"Feel better, mate?" asked Ben.
"I don't, actually," said Daniel. "I think I'm gonna turn in."
"Early? It's not even close to last call! Who else is gonna match me for beers?"
"I think Steve and Lee are doing a great job. Not to mention you're doing very well for yourself. Some other night, Ben."
Daniel left the bar to return to his room, leaving behind a puzzled Ben. Stefan came up to him, looked at the empty shot glasses and frowned. "Aw, he drank them."