It was completely dark in the room when Daniel woke up. That was the first thing he noticed. The second was the splitting migraine he had. Hangover. Shouldn't have had those Jagermeister shots--Ben, I'm going to get you for this. Daniel tumbled out of bed to look through his bag, hoping he remembered to pack aspirin. He didn't. Shit. Now he'd have to call room service, and he didn't feel like haggling with them over a bottle of pills.

"Ah, hell, I'm a rock star, they'd better bring it up," he muttered to himself. He tripped over his bag on the way to the phone, when he heard a noise from Darren's room. It sounded like he was warming up his voice for tonight's concert. He squinted at the clock. It read 7:32. Too early. Much too early.

From next door, Darren moaned again, slightly louder. That doesn't sound like he's practicing. It sounds more like a moan of--

Pleasure. As in sexual pleasure. Then murmurred words that didn't sound like Darren's voice. He knew Colby didn't come by overnight. Maybe it was Anna. Daniel ignored the rumours flying around that the two of them had anything going, but it wasn't as if Darren had confided too much lately, so who knew?

Silence.

Daniel wanted to knock on the door. To tell him to knock it off? Let him have his pleasure, he deserves it. He held back, but curiosity did get the best of him. He'd listen at the door to make sure Darren was okay. Sure. His hand slid around the silver knob. To his surprise, it turned. To his further amazement, the door connecting to it was completely open. Daniel almost closed the door quickly, hoping he wasn't spotted.

The door ajar, Daniel rubbed his eyes open to get a better look, still trying to cope with his headache. What he saw shocked him, though maybe, just maybe, he should have expected it.

Brian was holding Darren so that his chest was against Darren's back, his left arm against Darren's waist, his right hand rubbing Darren's manhood. Their tongues were twisting together, and Darren let out an audible sigh.

"Does that feel good?" Brian asked.

"Yes."

Brian lifted Darren's t-shirt above his head, revealing a chest muscular from long workouts and free of hair, even better for showing off his pectoral muscles.

"Make love to me?" Darren pleaded.

"You know I will," Brian answered, turning Darren around so they were now face to face, mouth to mouth, kisses becoming deeper. Darren's mouth slid down Brian's chin, to his neck, and soon Brian's shirt was removed as well. The two tumbled across the bed, hands roaming, removing any clothing in the way, never breaking apart in terms of kiss or caress. "Your body is so beautiful," Brian whispered over Darren's moans. "So exquisite."

Daniel peered closer, his hangover forgotten, his cock beginning to swell from the eroticism of the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" Brian asked between careful kisses placed on Darren's chest. Darren hesitated, not quite knowing what to say. "You have, haven't you?"

"Yes, a long time ago. I haven't been with one since I got married. I've always been faithful to my wife." Daniel couldn't help but smile

"But you're separated from her. Nothing should stop you now, Darren. Tell me what you really want. I know you want me to make love to you, but tell me what else you want." Brian left a trail of kisses from Darren's neck, to his shoulders, to his right nipple, latching onto it and sucking like a baby.

"Ohhhhh," Darren trembled. Daniel was absentmindedly beginning to stroke himself, his own breath becoming ragged.

"I want...I want to explore you everywhere."

"And what else do you want?"

"I want to suck your cock."

Daniel gasped. The very words he had wanted Darren to say to him all those years ago--well, maybe not, but the longing was there, the desire to become one in all aspects, the physical, emotional, and sexual. Now Brian was robbing him of his chance to be his first, his only...

His first and only what? He's your friend, not some pet to be housebroken. Daniel wanted badly to turn away, but something was holding him there, something that couldn't be explained, and he wasn't sure if he wanted it to be explained.

"So unlike you to talk this dirty," Brian whispered, his tongue licking its way to Darren's belly. Darren's head was tossing from side to side, his left hand sifting through Brian's hair, his right hand clutching at nothing. What did he feel, and did he mean it? His thoughts were jarred as Brian took him further away...

"So innocent," Brian taunted. "I like corrupting innocence. Although I bet you're less innocent than you let on." He returned to Darren's lips, crushing them before Darren could respond. "If you're going to suck my cock, then do it."

Brian placed his hand in Darren's short black hair, forcing his head downward. Darren took the hint, touching flesh as he slithered down Brian's body. He placed his right hand on Brian's sex, feeling the satiny skin. It was the first penis he had touched in four years, but it was a familiar touch, warm and firm, and Darren immediately felt comfortable. Brian sighed under Darren's subtle handling. It was as if there had been no break at all.

"Kiss it, Darren."

Darren timidly kissed the hard flesh beneath the head, breathing in the racy scent. His warm lips made the cock grow harder, and he let his mouth slide over it before he let himself touch the tip. With Brian's hand encouraging him, he took the head of the manhood in his mouth, taking it slow, then a little more, then a little more still.