"Daniel, I wanted to apologize."
"Apologize for what?" They were back in Daniel's room, away from the din of backstage.
"For four years ago, just deserting you like that."
Daniel took him into embrace, looking directly into Darren's steady blue eyes. "You don't need to say you're sorry. You were in love with Colby, and wanted to be faithful to her. I understand."
"All that time, I never stopped loving you." Daniel's hand was running through Darren's short black cut, bringing their mouths closer than close, causing Darren to shiver with excitement.
"I know," Daniel whispered. "I never stopped loving you." Mouths atop each other, sinking into a kiss transporting them into their own world. Sliding off, Daniel offered his index finger to Darren, who took it eagerly, swirling his tongue around it, taking it deep, taking his middle and ring fingers as well, shutting his eyes to absorb. Daniel softly kissed Darren's neck, warmth against the solid flesh.
Wordlessly, they moved to the bed, stretched out erection against erection, moving back to each other's lips. Tasting heaven, falling deeper into passion, they slowly undressed, caressing exposed skin.
"I want to make up for all that lost time," Darren said, starting a warm path down Daniel's body, beginning with his neck and working his way to Daniel's chest, to his belly, further downward.
They had been wide-eyed boys back then, trying to figure out what made each other feel good. Now they were grown up, adult lovers taking their time.
Daniel tensed up as Darren licked his way through his blond intricate maze, all the way to the base of his shaft, kissing his way up to the head, breathing in the musk and swallowing him whole.
"Brian taught you well." Daniel was shaking from Darren's oral loving, trying to tear himself from the intent gaze. Darren answered by moving his right hand so he could fondle Daniel's sacs, his fingers running over the bumpy texture.
"Darren," Daniel whispered. Seeing Darren's angelic looks violated by his appendage was a huge turn-on, and Daniel didn't think he could hold out much longer. He held onto the bed with open palms, waiting for the rush.
Then abrubptly, Darren let Daniel's cock slide out of his mouth. Leaving a kiss behind on his torso, he ascended back to Daniel's lips.
"What--" Darren was softly nibbling Daniel's earlobe, kissing the outer canal.
"Something I wanted to do a long time ago, that we can do at the same time," Darren said, back at Daniel's forehead, eyes, cheeks, his lips yet again.
"Did Brian seduce you like this?"
"Hmmm. Brian?" A slight smile crossed Darren's face. "Brian has--how do I put it--a way about him. You look, you know, you want. He lives for the moment."
"Do you?"
"I live for the moment, but think for the lifetime." Darren was again kissing him, holding Daniel's hands. "No more talking now."
Darren was rearranging himself, motioning for Daniel to follow him, so they were now lying side by side, head to tail, Darren setting the example by nuzzling Daniel. Daniel picked up the pace, savoring Darren as Darren was relishing him. They lay like that, rocking against each other, holding on tight, gripping muscled thighs and buttocks as they probed with ultimate kisses.
Ever so closer, finding out what they liked through moans muffled and not, Darren and Daniel were bringing one another to the point where it was getting impossible to give and receive simulataneously. Burying their heads further, cocks in their throats, every movement of their mouths and tongues bringing them nearer to climax.
Suddenly, they clutched each other as the final wave crashed over them, quivering in mutual orgasm, swallowing each other's essence; their frantic cries calming down to sighs of satisfaction. When breathing became a necessity again, Darren turned around, falling back against Daniel, softly pressing lips together in the afterglow.
Outside, the sky was turning a hazy pinkish blue, signalling the dawn. As the light slowly filtered into the room, the duo looked into each other's eyes, Darren gently caressing Daniel's face.
Daniel was content that at last, Darren had opened his heart to him, confessing what he longed to hear, sharing the deepest of secrets.
Content but not happy. Daniel sighed. He wanted to deny this, but he had always considered himself an honest person, and the truth was this: Michelle was on his mind. Michelle, the woman he was in love with, who would take his name in marriage someday.
Michelle.
"Daniel?" Darren asked, clearly able to read the look on his friend's face. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing." Daniel played with the outline of the muscles on Darren's developed chest.
"Bullshit. You're thinking about Michelle."
"How would you know?"
"Because the way you look now is how I looked back when I was thinking about Colby. You love her, you want to be faithful to her, but you love me too. I know."
Daniel knew Darren was right. Though Michelle was much more understanding of bisexuality than Colby ever was--she had even confessed to a few flings of her own--the result was the same. Who the fuck thought up monogamy anyway, and why do the rules have to be different for boys?
"Daniel, we have to live for the moment. There's no shame in what we did."
"Maybe you were right back then."
"No. What's the concept of 'right' anyway? As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, it's right. If we don't tell, we won't be hurting a soul."
Daniel knew Darren was making sense. Cheating was cheating, bi or straight. But what she didn't know wouldn't harm her. "We can still hold each other."
"Yes. I'll always be here to hold you, Jonsey."
"That's what friends are for." Daniel snuggled into Darren. The sky was becoming bright; the sun's rays smiled down upon them, the warmth helping them fade into sleep. If nothing else, they would be lovers in their dreams.