Daniel tried to tell himself to go back to sleep or at least call room service for that aspirin. His hangover was gradually returning. But his hand was still on his cock, he was still fondling himself, and he couldn't deny that even though he wanted to be the one Darren was bringing to ecstasy, there was some kind of sweet turn-on in watching his friend give pleasure to another.

"Take all you can. Take me deeper." Brian's cock was now solidly in Darren's mouth. Darren's fear was gone, replaced by an appetite for more, the throbbing between his own legs growing into a craving. His own hand coasted down, gently touching his own penis, temporarily satisfying his own hunger. But the more he was getting, the more he wanted. Especially when Brian molded his head to show him where the sensations were most intense, placing his hand where it pleased him the most.

"Make me come, Darren." Darren was drowning in Brian's male fragrance, pressing against Brian's balls with his free hand, down to his area inbetween. Brian cried out in response to Darren's handling; his makeup smudged face contorting in pure bliss.

Ensnarled in their passion, the two didn't notice Daniel through the slightly open door, still tumbling through very mixed emotions. If only it were him Darren was tasting for the very first time, if only it were his being being wound with Darren's...

A voice wailing, the lovely sound of consuming, the steady look in Darren's eyes. Brian was coming, everything was being heightened to its peak, and then descending. Darren was riding through it all, breathing, drinking as much as he could of the tangy goo before it became too much, and he nearly choked.

"Are you okay?" Brian asked tenderly.

Darren nodded. "It's just something I'll have to get used to."

Brian grinned slyly. "Come here." Darren rose up, lying next to Brian, their lips softly pushing down against each other's in the afterglow. Brian sensuously licked his liquid from the corner of Darren's mouth, and Darren shivered from the contact, the savory aftertaste from raw lovemaking.

Daniel couldn't take any more. He stepped away from the door, closing it. A private moment he wasn't supposed to see; his best friend and once lover being seduced by someone who had no business doing that. He would never forgive Brian, ever.

Oh, really? It takes two for that, and it didn't look like Darren was too unwilling in there. Then another voice, a completely different voice.

Memories fade because they're designed that way. A lyric from one of their songs, but it wasn't Darren he was hearing. It was Angela Bassett from the film he had watched the previous night. Memories fade...they're designed that way. If that were true, then how come the memory of loving Darren was as fresh as ever, as if it had been moments ago instead of four years.

Daniel slipped back into his bed, doing something he thought he would never do over any lover. He cried himself to sleep.