~I Want You~

I Want You

('I Want You': part 3)

Daniel talked to Ben for about 20 mins, and then got off the phone with him and watched a bit of the X Files on tv; an episode he had already seen before.
That night, before he went to sleep, his mind, once again, was invaded with several scenes from the video, images of Darren flickering through his mind, and in a matter of seconds, that longing for him returned.
The slow movement of his lips, those soft, full pink lips mouthing the lyrics of the song, and those astonishingly possesive eyes staring right at him, which was enough to get him sweating again. He turned over on his left side and looked at the clock on his night table: 12:36 am.
By 12:45 he was fast asleep, and already dreaming about Darren: In his dream, he was back on the set of the new video with his electric guitar, standing only a few feet away from Darren, who was holding a microphone, looking at the camera, singing the song. His long black hair appeared to be made of the softest silk, random strands of it covering his dark blue eyes.
His whole upper body seemed to shudder with each new breath that he took in the song, as his hands gently caressed the microphone stand, as if giving it some tender loving care.
Daniel wanted so badly to throw down his guitar, run up to him and wrap his arms around him in the tightest embrace, but sice it was a dream, as usual, he found that he couldn't even take one step towards him. Frustrated, yet still captivated by the whole scene, he remained still, and watched Darren as he sung like an angel under the spotlight that surrounded him.
When the song was over, Darren turned to look at him, and mouthed the words the 3 words that Daniel had been longing to hear: "I want you"
The alarm clock rang noisily, disturbing him from his wonderful dream.
"Arrr!!" he exclaimed angrily. "I hate you!" he yelled at the bouncing clock that was laughing in his face.
Quickly, he slammed it off, and threw it into the garbage; he had never really liked the sound of it anyway.
He stretched in one slow movement, reluctant to get out of his warm bed so early in the morning.
"Darren, Darren, Darren" he mumbled dreamily. "If only you could see my desire..."

poor boy...