Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine :( They all would be much happier if they were but aren't, so...Poor guys. I don't mean any harm to them and if I did, I apologize.
Dedicated to: All good ADM people esspecialy to: Jools (my taste for cuffs? I'll show You cuffs...), Scott Hayes (it's a bribe, for all who doesn't get it yet) and Cheeky Savage aka Cheeky the Murderer

'Thank You' To: Jools- for support and gammareading :), Christie- for doing The Worst Job In The Entire Universe (betareading) and Cheeky- for Inspiration *hugs her really, really, REALLY hard* Comfy? BWAHAHAHAHAHA

Ponies, Bunnies and Other Strange People
by Kirke

I made my way through hotel's corridor, trying very hard not to trip into anything. It was very dark, almost all the lights were off, so I needed to cling to the wall to not get lost. The fact that I was also seriously pissed wasn't helping either and staying straight on my feet was rather a big effort. Still, I wanted more. I wanted to fall unconscious under the table like I hadn't for a long time, just live for a while.

Because Lee and Daniel were more drunk than I was and were probably in their rooms already, I decided that maybe Darren and Ben would appreciate my presence. My brain kinda didn't register the fact that it was way after two a.m. and they'd already had their fun for today. When I was drunk, I believed that banging on someone's door in the middle of the night was a good idea.

I sincerely hoped our two lovebirds could unstick from each other for a while and spend the rest of the night with me. Tomorrow- or rather today if you wanted to be pedantic- everyone had a day off, so we'd decided to make this night a guys' night out, with drinking, smoking, girl chasing (only me and Lee really on this one, Daniel because of Michelle, Darren and Ben for obvious reasons) and other typical male bonding things. Everything had gone great, until Darren and Ben excused themselves an hour earlier than everyone else to, Lee had commented with a snarl, 'screw like bunnies'.

I remembered being truly surprised when Darren agreed to going out with us on that little escapade that started in hotel's bar and ended in some pub.

Normally he didn't like doing things like that. I seriously suspected that he decided to go, to keep his eye on Ben. It was nothing new about how paranoid he was sometimes.

I smiled evilly, a plan already forming in my head. We hadn't succeeded getting our diva even a little drunk, but maybe if I could do that now he would relax and stopped clinging to Ben like to a lifevest on a sinking ship and let he and himself have some filthy fun.

Not that I didn't like idea of Ben and Darren being together. Our singer really wasn't that bad, I just wanted to have my old Ben at least for one night again. Since he became involved with Darren at the beginning of our USA tour, he had changed, even grown up a little. He could still, of course, drink three pints of beer in a row if encouraged properly, but for people that'd known him, the difference was obvious. I knew that he knew about this but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Maybe at some point of every man's life something like this was just meant to happen. I never thought I would see Ben Carey in a monogamous relationship longer than a week. I remembered when the words 'settling down' made him shrug with terror, and now he was an essence of it.

I felt ashamed that at the beginning of their romance I really didn't think they would last long. Ben was too big of a womanizer then (not only *woman*izer) to make a relationship work with anyone. I even had a little chit-chat with Daniel and Lee about this, something about 'poor Darren', 'doomed from the beginning' and 'regretting this'.

While we'd been sure about their breaking up soon, the girls had been encuoraging them, giggling and whispering how cute it was. What was cute about two guys doing 'it'? I wasn't a homophobe, everyone had right to do with their lives what they wanted to...but *cute*?

I'd been surprised, shocked even, when one day Ben just told me that he was in love with Darren and wanted to be *with* him. Now, I envied them sometimes. I really dreamed that one day I would find what Darren and Ben had found...just with a woman, of course.

I didn't bother to knock or maybe I was too drunk to remember to, but anyway I just opened the door and walked in, already ready to scream something like, 'Get yours lazy arses up, we're goin' to have some fun'.

What I saw in their room almost made me faint. Darren was laying sprawled on the bed, arms above his head, completely naked, while Ben, dressed only in very tight black jeans, was covering his chest with slow kisses. The room was almost completely dark, and only the flicker of few candles allowed me to see anything at all. I think that was the reason why they hadn't noticed me. This, and the fact that were tangled in each other like in a blanket on a cold night.

"Fuck!" I cursed silently and pressed my back to a little mobile wall that separated 'the door area' from 'the sleeping area', thanking to whomever's ridiculous idea to put this thing here was. They'd forgotten to close the door. I frantically tried to find some way out of this. I couldn't get in, they were too far into their lovemaking not to be mad at me for this violation of privacy. All I could, or rather should do, was to close the door and pretend this had never happened.

But I couldn't. It was a horrible thing to admit, but a view of them made me rather hot. I knew it shouldn't, they were my best friends, my best *male* friends and I was straight but I was too drunk to care about things like that at the moment.

I had a great view while they couldn't see me at all. The fragment of the wall allowed me to watch while not being seen. I mentally shouted at myself to get the fuck out of there but my feet refused to cooporate. They were too close to my little head to listen to the other one, so I just leaned against the wall, careful not to be spotted, and watched, almost fascinated as Ben slowly licked his way down, sucking and nibbling at every inch of Darren's hot skin. Suddenly, without any warning, he launched onto singer's upper body again, taking his left nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard.

Darren practically bolted upright but something restrained him. I peeked curiously, wondering what could it be. It was then I noticed that Darren's wrists were cuffed to the bed's railing. I recognized those cuffs as one of those little leather thingies our singer was always wearing at concerts. To think of it, we were all wearing things like that, only Darren found a new purpose for them. Or maybe...it was their basic purpose. Darren cried out when Ben bit him roughly and I wondered was it from pleasure or from pain. His next words explained everything.

"More," he moaned pleadingly between sharp breaths. "*more*."

I could see Ben grin evilly and encircle his lover's nipple with his tongue, then whispered something that I couldn't hear from this distance, but it had to be something highly erotic because Darren shivered and hissed, "yesss".

Ben merely smiled again and, taking some of singer's chest hair between his teeth, pulled them a little making him yelp softly. I was more turned on than I remembered being in years, but I didn't touch myself or make any other move, even if I was sure that they couldn't see or hear me. I prayed silently that no one would come here. I left the door slightly ajar, so I could made a retreat at any moment without making too much noise. We had a floor reserved for us, but of course Lee or Daniel could always start looking for me, not to mention one of the girls could've woken up and come out of their room. How would I face any of them later if something like that happened, I wasn't sure.

Strangely enough, none of those thoughts made me stop looking at the show that was playing in front of my eyes.

Ben was still caressing the skin on Darren's chest with his mouth and tongue, his left hand slowly drifting lower, with every second closer to singer's erected cock but not touching it even once. At this point Dazza was reduced to shivering, whimpering pile of flesh. His whole body was glistering lightly and I had to wonder was that his own sweat or maybe Ben's saliva.

I could see that Darren's shaft was erected painfully, dripping with precum and begging for the slightest touch. Darren tried to help himself with it, squeezing his legs tightly and bending his knees. I cringed sympathetically. I knew exactly how he felt at the moment, being so close and yet, so far away, not being able to do anything about it.

Ben continued his sexual torment, the singer's nipples between his fingers, licking, sucking and biting, his left hand still soothing Darren's ribs. I wondered would he come just from this. He sure looked like he could. When I was sure it was just a matter of seconds for him, Ben suddenly stopped and, putting his hand between Darren's squeezed thighs, smiled and said, "Spread your legs, baby"

Darren moaned, arching his body to the touch, but did as he was told and Ben crawled between his thighs, then sat on his heels. He observed Darren's body with a predatory gaze and he needn't say any words aloud, nor even show his eyes to me. I knew what was he thinking. Every muscle of his body was screaming, 'All mine'.

Darren looked up at him pleadingly. "Ben..." "I'm here, baby," he murmured, patting the singer's thigh with his hand, almost like he was acknowledging his presence to the older man. "What do you want daddy to do?"

Darren strained against his cuffs, frustrated, then relaxed again, seeing that his fight was useless. He had to play by Ben's rules if he wanted to get what he needed.

"I want you to suck me off." A hint of desperation coloring Darren's voice was easy to notice even for me, even if he tried to hide it.

On the other hand, Ben's tone was absolutely casual. "Ah, you do?," he said.

I wondered how much self control Ben had to have. I was turned on like hell just watching it and he *was* there. From where I was standing, I could see only his back and some of his left side, so I couldn't tell if he had a bulge in his jeans or not, but somehow I was sure that it was there.
"Yes, *please*..."

Ben grinned lazily. "Well, since you beg so nicely...but you'll have to be a *really* good, boy. No more touching without my permission, understood?"

Darren nodded solemnly, although I was sure that now he would promise anything to anyone. Ben leaned down a little, his face just an inch from Darren's cock, then slowly stuck out his tongue and touched the tip of it to the singer's slit.

The older man's hips bolted upright, almost as if Ben's touch was electric.

The guitarist immediately straightened, leaving his whimpering lover alone again. I thought that it was a really sadistic thing to do.

"You are not very helpful, Dazza," he said in a parental tone.

"*Pleeeeease*..." Darren was on verge of tears now.

"Do you promise to be good from now on?" "Yes Ben, oh please, yes." I saw a drop of moisture on Darren's left cheek that wasn't there before. Was he going to cry? I really needed to know what was Ben going to do with this one.
"Shhhhh, baby," he murmured in a soothing tone, putting his arms on both sides of the dark haired man's body and with a quick motion licked a tear away. "I know I was unfair," he whispered to him like he was a little child, and brushed the singer's hair with his right hand. "You're just a little boy and you need your daddy's attention, don't you?"

Darren's only response was a choked sob, followed by something that sounded like 'yes', but from this distance I couldn't be sure.

Ben regained his posture from a few seconds before, this time putting his arms on Darren's hips, then bent down again and delicately kissed the tip of the singer's cock.

Darren whimpered and buried his face in the crook between his shoulder and neck, his legs jerking a little but not moving any other part of his body even a bit. It had to be a great effort for him. I would probably be screaming and cursing at this point.

I watched as Ben, using the same delicate kisses, made his way down to his lover's balls and started licking them with lazy movements. He looked almost bored, like he didn't care at all, like he could stand up and get out of the room in any second now. Darren, on the other hand, cared a lot. He was moaning, kicking his legs and curling his toes. Ben was looking up at him with an amused expression, probably wondering how much time would it take for the singer to start moving his hips up again. I couldn't tell was if he waiting for this to happen, but he sure enjoyed the power he had over his poor lover.

I observed Ben's movements when he teasingly ran his tongue up the hot shaft, his eyes never leaving the singer's face. Darren threw his head back and groaned loudly.

"Please..." He wasn't even trying to hide his desperation any more "Let me come, Ben...I beg you..."

I bit my lower lip hard, trying to prevent myself from moaning. That was so hot, even I had to admit that. I wondered if maybe Ben filled his jeans with ice cubes. Only this could somehow explain his absolute steadiness. He seemed to be deaf to all of his lover's pleads, licking and sucking Darren's cock slowly, taking his time. I was sure that if Darren wasn't cuffed to the bed and held down by Ben's strong arms, he would thrash around like a madman. I know I would.

Ben's lips left the trail of hot, wet kisses from the tip of his cock to the base of it, then back again. He knew exactly what he was doing, working on Darren's cock with a great skill, stopping every time Darren was too close to orgasm, and resuming when the danger of his uncontrolled cumming passed.

I'd never met a woman that would do a thing like that to me.

Ben wrapped his lips around Darren's cock's head and with one quick motion swallowed it all the way down.

Darren, forgetting his earlier 'punishment', tried arching his hips up but Ben's hands held him down firmly, not allowing for a single motion. The singer kept his eyes closed, an ultimate pleasure drawing on his face while Ben continued deepthroating him.

Soon he was jerking in the cuffs violently, his upper body writhing and arching from what I guessed must have been ecstasy, not caring about anything or anyone. If Ben stopped now I would highly recommended him never getting close to Dazza again. He could, of course, if he had a death wish.

Ben must have known that as well, because he didn't stop even for a second, his head moving up and down with a regular pace, his mouth never above half the length of the singer's twitching cock. I locked my eyes on it, imagining that it was me in Darren's place then. I should have felt ashamed for even thinking like that about my best friend, but it wasn't about Ben at all- it was about the feeling, the sensation of receiving a professional blowjob. Something that hadn't happened to me for a long time.

I parted my lips slightly when Ben finally raised his head up completely, so now he had only the tip of the singer's cock in his mouth. I wasn't an expert but I knew what was coming...or rather *who* was coming.

I didn't make a mistake, cos just a second later Darren screamed and came hard with a choked sob, a few waves of pleasure crashing through him, every one of them announced by another loud sob. Ben swallowed his cum completely, losing only few drops that trailed down his jaw and throat. I could see them thanks to the glimpses of light and I had to admit that it was an amazing view. Ben licked his lips clean with a few lazy strokes of his tongue, then used his hand to clean sticky drops off of his chest. Darren was panting heavily like he'd just run a few miles, trying to catch his breath.

Ben sat on his heels, waiting patiently for his lover to regenerate, his hand stroking Darren's leg slowly. When finally his lover's breath returned to normal, he leaned down and kissed the singer's bellybutton, and then, using both of his arms as a support, he leaned forward so that his face was just few inches from his loved one's.

"Happy?" he asked a little mockingly, a grin spreading on his flushed face.

It was obvious, at least for me, that it wasn't over yet.

Darren mumbled something incoherent in response, slowly opening his eyes again and smiling. I couldn't see the look in them but I was sure they must've shown *something* because Ben chuckled and smiled as well. "And I love you, Darren."

He mumbled something again and I was sure that I heard the word 'sadist', then "Uncuff me...", he whispered with a sigh, but loud enough so I could hear him.

Ben laughed loudly. "You wish, wouldn't you, luv? I have something else in my mind, something..." he licked Darren's cheek with his tongue obscenely "...better." So I was right. That wasn't over yet.

I looked at them curiously, wondering what was Ben up to. What could be better than a blowjob like I've just witnessed?

I knew I was doing wrong, but instead of running away like I should have done ten minutes ago, I leaned at the wall waiting for what was coming next.

I saw Ben get down from the dark haired man's body and crawled to the left side of the bed, his movements showing the same laziness that he'd sucked Darren off with, and reached for something that laid on the floor. I could see what it was if I leaned foward a little, but I couldn't risk being spotted by them. Instead I waited patiently as Ben searched for whatever he was searching for.

"What are you doing?," Darren finally asked, a question that had formed in my head a few moments ago.

Ben crooked his head a little and looked at the singer. I could see that the candlelight gave his eyes a wicked gleam. I wondered was that just a special effect or was he really looking like that. "You'll see," he answered and bent down again, the muscles of his back rippling and moving. Darren waited patiently as Ben continued his searches, apparently finding a great pleasure in observing the younger's man body.

It didn't take long, maybe twenty seconds tops, and then Ben straightened his back again, showing to Darren what he was looking for. I peeked cautiously, my eyebrows rising in a mild surprise. Ben was holding a hat. A blue cowboy hat.

My memory was fogged but soon clicked. I recognized it. Ben had it on few weeks ago, during the photo session. I remembered the look on Darren's face when Ben was posing. It was... intense. We all had a good laugh when our little diva practically dragged him out from the studio.

They didn't show up till an hour later, both looking awfully relaxed and flushed. It didn't take a genius to know what they'd been doing. I didn't know Ben took the hat with him. Seeing the surprised look on Darren's face, it looked like he hadn't known that either.

Ben used the moment of silence and put it on with a quick motion and wiggled his eyebrows.

"How do I look?," he asked, and before Darren could answer, he bent down and kissed him passionately. They broke their kiss a few moments later and Ben replaced his tongue with two fingers. Darren sucked on them greedily, blinking his eyes and moaning, like it was some kind of a nectar, not an ordinary part of a human's body. It looked like he was enjoying himself immensely, like he hadn't cummed his brain out just a few minutes ago. I had to admit that this boy regenerated quickly.

Finally Ben removed his fingers from Darren's mouth, allowing him to speak.

"Will you tell me now what are you *up* to?" Ben's face was colored by a cheeky grin. "I'm gonna ride my little pony."

I whimpered silently, thanking God that Darren did exactly the same so they couldn't hear me. *Ride* a *pony*? Was he planning to do what I thought he was planning to do? I clenched my teeth together, ignoring the throbbing feeling between my thighs. I was just curious, I wasn't some kind of pervert that would jerk off watching his friends having sex; besides, I knew if I started to do something, they would surely notice me. I wasn't exactly the quietest fuck and the fact that I was drunk and really close to losing the rest of my control wasn't helping either.

I watched as Ben knelt between Darren's legs again and slipped his fingers, the same fingers that his lover had sucked just a moment ago, in his own mouth.

He slowly withdrew them to his chin and threw his head back, drawing a wet trail down his throat, chest and belly, reiterating the trip that few drops of Darren's cum made earlier. The singer's eyes followed the movements hungrily. I knew exactly where he wanted those fingers to be at this moment.

When Ben's hand reached the waistband of his jeans, Darren's eyes widened with hope but instead of taking them off, the guitarist grabbed his own bulge and squeezed roughly, the same way our little, horny diva sometimes did on stage during a performance. The sound that escaped Darren's throat at that moment could be described only as a squeak.

He knelt down more, then, really slowly, almost like a stripteaser, reached for the zipper. I looked at Darren. He was licking his lips slowly and I wasn't sure was he aware of his own action. I have to admit, I think being drunk helped a lot, and that if I was in Darren's place, I would have probably acted the same. Not a very good thing to be said by a straight guy but damn, he was beautiful. They both were. *It* was beautiful.

I clenched to the wall, hundreds of thoughts forming in my brain. Would I ever find someone that looked at me like Darren on Ben? Would I ever find someone who took care of me like Ben about Darren?

My trip to my inner self was suddenly stopped by a loud, erotic groan. I regained myself and looked again. Ben's jeans were down to his knees, not even a hint of underwear under them. The guitarist's cock was fully erected and dripping with precum. So he wasn't so completly uneffected by this like he pretended. He sure did fool me. "You would love to touch me, wouldn't you", he teased Darren, a little while getting rid of his jeans. Now they both were naked, not counting Ben's hat, of course, and I could finally admire them both.

*Admire*? I shrugged a little. I was more drunk than I thought.

Ben reached for something that lay on the bedside table but I couldn't see what was it until he brought it to the faint circle of light. A tube of lube. How original.

Ben squeezed some of the cool substance on his right hand and slowly, using it and Darren's own precum, milked the singer's shaft with a few slow strokes. Darren's lips were slightly parted, quiet, incoherent sounds drawn out through them as Ben continued that sweet torment around his balls and the crack of his ass. He casually slipped one finger inside the singer, grinning when Darren's hips bucked up violently.

Now I fully understood why Ben didn't want to uncuff him. I remember a few conversation with him about Darren. He described Darren, using words like 'living silver' and 'the most pushiest bottom he's ever been with'. I was sure that if Darren wasn't restrained, doing this would be physically impossible. I groaned quietly. Was I witnessing some kind of revenge?

Ben removed his finger and finished lubing the singer's shaft. Changing his position a little, he crawled atop Darren, squeezing their cocks together between their bodies.

"You..." Darren was planning to say something but Ben silenced him again with another of his deep kisses.

"I'm fine," he smiled after they parted. "You didn't think I'm improvising, right?" His fingers played with Darren's left nipple a little, then drifted to his abdomen and thighs, caressing them with light strokes. They kissed again...or at least I thought they were. I couldn't see anything because their faces were shaded by Ben's hat. I could only hear a sucking sound for a few seconds then giggles and silent whispers, followed by more kisses. I grew a little impatient, my thoughts from a few minutes back forgotten already.

Couldn't they stop with all that lovey-dovey stuff? Couldn't they just fuck and get this over with?

I sighed in relief when Ben rubbed himself a few last times over his lover, then sat up and slowly positioned himself above Darren's erected cock, taking a short, rasped breath as the head of it broke through the ring of his inner muscles. He froze for a few seconds, then continued his way down.

The intense look on his face fascinated me so much, that I hadn't paid any attention to Darren until I heard his quiet scream, a yell of someone very aroused and waiting for release.

When he finally straddled Darren completely, I clenched to the wall even harder than a moment before, trying to stop my fingers from touching my cock. Little Karl was screaming for attention, fighting over the control in my brain. If *this* didn't stop soon, I would either come without touching myself (something that hadn't happened to me since high school) or I would touch myself and God, please have mercy on me then.

I wanted this to end now, I wanted to get out but I also knew that I couldn't till they ended this. I was too curious of what was about to happened to left the room earlier.

"Comfy?" Darren was looking up at Ben, mixture of worry and love showing on his face.

Blond haired man noded in responce slowly, then opened his eyes and looked down at his lover with a smile.

Darren returned the gesture. "You look like a real cowboy, ya know?"

Ben chuckled in response. "Yeah, and you are my little pony."

"*Just* a pony?" The singer's voice was dripping with false dissapointment and I really needed to restrain myself from going over there and showing them how to do this. I assumed that they knew better than I would about what they were doing.

Guitarist sighed "Ok. You are not a pony. You are my big, manly stallion. Happy?"

Darren stretched like a cat and purred. "Verrry." Ben put his left hand on his head, like he tried to prevent his hat from falling and slowly started to move his hips up and down. It had to be extremely pleasurable, because Darren threw his head back like he did before and moaned loudly. I started to wonder what kind of feeling it had to be.

Having sex with women in a 'normal' way was great, but what would it feel to be entrapped *there*.
Ben had told me once that it's like a bungie jumping, simply undescribable. You had to be there for yourself to understand.

Darren screamed, then screamed again and started to whimper. I gulped hard, already taking a mental note to next time ask a girl to let me take her like that while we were having sex. I knew that they didn't like it, but what the hell, I had to feel it, at least once.

It had to be good not only for Darren but for Ben as well, because he also started panting loudly, quickening the pace. His right hand wandered to his cock and he started jerking himself off with quick motions, the movements of his hips matching the one he made with his hand. I knew it was the point of no return for both of them.

Darren came first, just a few seconds later, a loud, animalistic groan escaping his throat as the second orgasm crashed through his body. Ben jerked himself one last time and followed his lover silently, the release he denied himself for so long finally taking him over.

I bit my knuckles, desperately trying not to moan. My brain felt like someone replaced it with a cotton ball, my blood was boiling in my veins and all I wanted at this moment was to come myself.

I really don't know from where I took so much common sense but instead of reaching for my cock, I used the moment of their postorgasmic bliss to get out to the hall and close the door unnoticingly. Running to my room as fast as I could on jelly legs, I already planned taking an extremly cold shower, jerking myself off and drinking every drop of alcohol I could find in the minibar.

***

Next morning:

The whole male part of Savage Garden, including me, were sitting in Darren's and Ben's hotel room eating a late breakfast. The girls were busy practically since dawn, spending the day off at hunting (they called it shopping) in nearby stores. I'd never understand women. They could be sick, dead tired and brokenhearted, but it was enough for someone to scream 'shopping' and they would run like they'd suddenly grown a pair of wings.

I busied myself with food, even though I wasn't really hungry. My stomach felt like a golfball, hungover and guiltly, making it impossible to swallow.

I couldn't understand why I'd done what I'd done. I wasn't some bloody voyeur or other perv, I was as normal as I could be and even the fact that I'd been drunk didn't justify me. Maybe I needed some spicing up in my life, maybe it was too long since I'd had sex, or maybe I was just curious.
I didn't know. All I knew was that I'd acted like a total shit, violated the privacy of my friends and deserved a good kick.

I shivered at the thought of what could have happened if someone had seen me, or if *they* had noticed me. It would be the end of our friendship. Hell, I could've been thrown out of the band.

My humor must have been shown on my face, because in the middle of the meal I felt Ben's hand on my shoulder.

"You ok, mate?" he asked worriedly. I looked at him and if I wasn't so old, I swear I would blush. "'am fine." I mumbled pretending to be unnaturally interested in the patterns that eggs drew on my plate.

You seem awfully quiet this morning. Something wrong?" He didn't want to give up. I could feel the eyes of everyone on me, now but only Darren's and Ben's ones were like sun on a desert, slowly drilling a hole in my skull.

"It's just a hangover. I had a little too much to drink last night." I tried sounding convincing. It was only a partly true, but I wasn't sure could I never tell him the rest. I doubted he would understand something like, 'I saw you and Darren having sex last night and damn, that was hot'.

Daniel looked at me, surprised a little. "You weren't that drunk when you went to your room."
At this moment I thanked God that I hadn't told them that I went to get Ben and Darren. How would I explain that somehow I never shown up in their room?

"I drank everything that was in the mini bar." Not a lie at all, only the reason was different.

Daniel knew me too well to swallow this without a question. When I had a hangover I wasn't silent- on the contrary, I talked and talked annoying everyone around me. Such a Karl thing to do.

"You *sure* you ok?," he pressed.

"I said I'm fine." I almost barked at him and seeing a shocked expression on his face, quickly explained myself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump at you but I had a rather unpleasent dream".
Not a *big* lie. I had some dreams that disturbed me at night but they were far from unpleasent.

Ben patted my arm friendly and I cringed. "I think we should leave poor Karl alone," he said, obviously unaware of my reaction. "He doesn't want to talk about this."

I nodded gratefully, thanking him silently, but feeling even dirtier than a moment before. He was a good friend, loyal and caring but what was caring about what I'd done last night?

Fortunately for me, everyone quickly forgot about my rotten mood and started to chat about some other 'not me' related subjects. I soon relaxed myself and joined in their conversation, slowly getting rid of my guilty conscience, but when I looked up from my plate, I swear I saw Darren snickering at me.

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