A Time For No Words, part 3

Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: All right, the only place this ever happened is in my over stimulated imagination. The only place I've ever met D.H. and D.J. is in my head and no Savage Garden members were harmed during the writing of this story. I have dreamt about having the ability to make money out of writing-but it sure as hell ain't happening here.
If you can't handle m/m encounters you probably shouldn't read this.
Dedications: To the people who *attempted* to teach me the ancient mysteries of commas and capital letters.

A Time For No Words
by Jools

PART 3
Darren woke as he had slept, with a smile on his face. He curled his legs behind him and raised his arms above his head as he stretched, pushing his right flank against the bed. "I love you, Darren." Daniel's words replayed for the hundred-and-first time.
"Mmmmm," Darren purred to himself, recognizing that the contented feeling that had lulled him softly into sleep, still swam through his body.
Daniel had finally admitted to him, to them both, that he loved Darren.
Not that Darren hadn't already known it.
He saw that every time he charged up to Daniel on stage, burning a hole through that guitar with laser like vision.
Darren had made it clear to Daniel that he saw through the guitar.
"I'm not looking at the wood," he had whispered in Daniel's ear, after fixating on the guitar for the first time, "Well not the wood of the guitar. I've got x-ray vision. One of my *many* talents"
Darren had laughed as Daniel's eyes had shifted, nervously scanning the room for others in earshot.
Now, Darren saw it when their eyes locked on stage and the emeralds sparkled back at him. //Yeah, I want you too//, they blazed fiercely.
Darren knew Daniel loved him. He saw it every time Daniel averted his gaze when their eyes met in public, when they were away from the stage. Darren could sense his friend's fear of betraying himself in some way. Sometimes, Daniel's eyes would lower instantly, others, their gaze would lock and a few seconds were stolen.
It was almost always Daniel that turned his face or lowered his sight or simply stared past Darren. Darren never missed the smile that played across Daniel's face a few seconds later, as he replayed the moment in his head. //You think you're so good at hiding it, Jonesy//
Daniel's love for Darren was visible, most of all, when they shared only the other's company.
When working on new songs, there would come the moment when words and music found that communion. Both sets of eyes would sparkle in the knowledge they complemented each other so perfectly, both in music and in life.
It was there when they brushed against each other in some way and that feral look filled both their faces, fuelled by the hunger that built up between them.
Darren loved that look.
"You look like a goddamn vampire, Jonesy," he would tease, "wanna suck me?"
Darren was always the Diva, even in moments so tense his head and groin pounded.
Even the times when the tension had built up so much, that the only relief was to play the game, as they had done last night.
Darren knew Daniel loved him. Even if Daniel couldn't admit it to himself.
Darren pulled the slightly damp towel from under him and cast it aside. He had almost floated in from the shower last night, asleep before his head hit the pillow, still wet, only the small towel at his hips to collect the moisture.
He stood, brazen as the morning in his nakedness and moved to the basin in the little bathroom.
//My, you've got a positive spring in your step this morning// he chided himself.
As he brushed his teeth, the feel of something foreign in his mouth bought him back to Daniel's tongue. How sweet it had been, given over for the first time other than in jest. He gently pulled the toothbrush down his tongue and sucked it for the barest of moments, before turning it back against his teeth.
//We are gonna talk//, he gently scolded his lover, not caring the other man couldn't hear him, //and we're getting all the cards on the table, *before* you have the chance to run and batten down the hatches against me//.
Darren already knew that Daniel was next door stressing over how he could take back the words he had finally spoken, without hurting Darren.
"Buckle up, Jonesy," he said aloud this time as he spat toothpaste into the sink, "'cause it's my time to take the controls."

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