Just a fun little piece� no angst in this one.

Daz an� Dan own themselves. I don�t own �em.

Male/Male sexual innuendo at its best, folks.

Don�t like it? Don�t read it.

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����������� �God! Darren, wake up! You�re going to miss the show!�� Azurites snapped open at the words as a very confused songbird snapped upright, lifting one hand to cradle his forehead. �No way, Danny� it can�t be that late already� I wasn�t asleep for more than ten minutes, I swear it!� His eyes flickered to the one standing in the small �hallway� on the Savage Garden tour bus, who shook his head and pointed to a digital wall clock. Darren�s eyes followed the gesture, then widened in shock as indeed, it stated that it was a half hour until their next concert.

��������������� �Christ! Why didn�t you wake me up sooner? I have to get ready!� The ocean-eyed pop prince was already jumping up from his bunk and rushing to and fro, gathering random items and scurrying about like a foraging chipmunk. He couldn�t believe Daniel hadn�t woken him up! He also couldn�t believe that he�d slept so long� As he was frantically pawing through a drawer, he heard chuckles from over in the direction of his bandmate.

��������������� He turned. Daniel was leaning, arms folded across his chest, against the framework, brows raised as he eyed Darren with a jejune grin. �Danny, don�t just stand around� we�ll be late!� That only brought forth another spurt of chuckles from the baritone. Darren narrowed his eyes, then suddenly let out a long groan. April first. �There is no concert� is there?� His voice sounded helpless. Lost and confused. Humiliated, perhaps.

��������������� �Nope. April fools, Dazza.�

��������������� �Daniel?�

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��������������� �Hm?�

��������������� �I�ll kill you.�

��������������� The immediate reply was a casual shrug from the larger man, accompanied by a simple, �No you won�t.� Darren�s brows furrowed as he slumped against the back wall of his bunk, vision fixated upon his companion. �Because you love me.� And that allowed the musician�s paper-thin lips to curve into a cocky simper. The troubadour let out an exasperated sigh before letting his shoulders roll in agreement and defeat. �Yeah.� But that doesn�t mean I can�t seriously hurt you!�

��������������� Darren felt Daniel sit down next to him, and the musician leaned his head on the poet�s shoulder, staring upwards at his face with emerald, puppy-dog eyes. �Aw, Dazzy, you�d never hurt me� you�re too sweet for that.� An adorable flutter of blonde lashes in Darren�s direction complimented the statement as Daniel forced himself not to burst into a fit of giggles.

��������������� �You�re right�� Darren nodded and leaned his face closer to the one before him, pressing a quick kiss to the other man�s cheek. �But� you�ll have to make it up to me.� And those lips coiled into a knowing smirk. Daniel nodded, then reached upwards to return the kiss. �Do I?� He said with a grin.

��������������� Darren wrapped his arms about him, and pulled the minstrel into his lap, dusting his cheekbones and lips with kisses. �Mhm. You do.�

�Alright, then.� Each of Darren�s kisses was countered by one of his own as Daniel traveled upwards, starting at the other�s neck. He snuggled as close as he could get, nuzzling into Darren�s chest.

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��������������� Darren�s hands dropped downwards, caressing over the flesh of Daniel�s chest, and looping over to massage his back, gentle and careful. Daniel purred. �Mm� Dazza�� He squirmed. The masseuse grinned and leaned downward, giving his lap pet�s neck a quick lick, which caused him to visibly shiver and squirm again. �Dazza� please� can we?�

��������������� Dark brows were raised in apprehension at the question as Darren made a face. He paused for a moment, then shrugged. �I would, Danny� if you weren�t so bloody terrible at it.� Daniel immediately leapt from the confining embrace, plopping himself on the edge of the bed with a gasp. �Say what? I am not!�

��������������� His mind was racing� Darren didn�t like it, or like him? What had he done wrong? He rested his head in his hands with a whimper. Was it something he�d�He felt Darren�s hand on his chest, trailing upwards to toy with the top button of his shirt. He eeped a bit, then felt himself being pulled closer, pushed down onto the mattress as Darren rested against him with a coy smile. What in the bloody�Daniel thought. He felt his bandmate�s lips trailing up his cheek to meet his for a long exchange. He was so very confused� Darren pulled away for a moment, then leaned in closer and breathily whispered into his ear.

��������������� �April fools, Danny.�