A Time For No Words, part 4

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 4
Darren swallowed hard. He had opened his hotel door, just as Daniel passed by.
//Shit!// Darren cursed to himself. //He's gonna think I was waiting for him and get all defensive.// He looked over to Daniel who had politely stopped for his friend. Darren saw the suspicion in the other man's eyes.
"Now what are the odds on that?" Darren asked light-heartedly, pulling the door closed as he stepped into the hallway.
"Pretty good I'd say," Daniel returned, a hint of accusation in his voice, "if someone had been sitting behind the door waiting."
Darren laughed and placed his hand on Daniel's shoulder. He tried not to be hurt as Daniel gently dropped his arm, causing Darren's hand to slip away from Daniel and back to his side.
"Aren't we full of ourselves today," sarcasm laced the singer's voice, "but you are *sooo* right. I sit behind that door, waiting for my almighty, blond God to pass by, 'cause I have no other life."
Daniel could feel the blush rise from his neck and flush his cheeks. //Why on earth did I say that?// He turned once again towards the lift, his pace brisk in a sub-conscious attempt to put some distance between the two of them.
Darren smiled to himself and fell into step a couple of paces behind Daniel, his eyes feasting on the view this presented him with.
Darren loved the cut of Daniel's hair. A real man's cut from behind, short and fully exposing that long graceful neck, yet long enough at the top to really run your fingers through. Long enough in the front to fall into his eyes when he lowered his gaze.
Darren allowed his eyes to roam the rest of Daniel's rear view. Daniel had a strong upper body; Darren knew that partly from all the roughhousing they had partaken in over the years, yet it wasn't overtly muscle-bound. His legs were long and perhaps a little on the skinny side, yet full of power. Only last night Darren had witnessed some of that power as Daniel had sustained both men's weight with his strong thighs.
//You've got no ass, Jonesy// Darren concluded lightly in his mind, yet still he pictured his hand gently caressing the tight buns.
Daniel had stopped. It was all Darren could do to stop himself walking straight into the other man.
"Are you checking out my ass?" Daniel asked flatly.
"Shit, Jonesy," Darren laughed, alongside Daniel now. "You *really* are full of your..."
Before Darren could get another word out Daniel had hold of his shoulders and he felt himself almost slammed against the wall. For the barest of moments, Darren struggled to realize what had happened, the suddenness of the action hitting Darren's body before his mind had a chance to take it in.
"Stop it," Daniel hissed angrily at him, "I didn't mean what I said last night, at least not in the way you want me to mean it, so just stop this."
"I haven't done anything Daniel," Darren only partly lied. //O.K., I was checking his ass!// "It *really was* a coincidence, me meeting you like this." Darren lifted his arm to push Daniel's hands away but Daniel held firm.
//Oh God// Daniel's mind screamed. //I want to kiss him. I want to stick my tongue so far down his throat it chokes back all those smart ass remarks.// Daniel felt Darren trying to escape his grasp but he couldn't release him.
"You know I didn't mean what I said last night don't you," he asked staring into Darren's eyes. //Is he laughing at me?// Daniel asked himself seeing the "knowing" twinkle in Darren's eye.
"Yeah, whatever," Darren had given up trying to struggle out of Daniel's grip now, actually revelling in his proximity. He had known this retraction was coming; yet still, to actually hear it, hurt Darren.
"Right," Daniel nodded, his green eyes almost betraying the turmoil behind them. How he loved being this close to the dark haired man in front of him. Every breath he took was filled by Darren's cologne. Blue eyes stared mutely back at him. He felt Darren's hand gently caressing his chest now, but movement had been stolen from him, words of protest would not form in his mind, despite his search for them.
"I'm not going to push you into anything Daniel," Darren breathed, also intoxicated by the sight and scent of the man he loved. "Not anymore."
Daniel stared back at Darren, his green eyes becoming misted over as he fought the confusion in his mind. //What is Darren saying? Doesn't he want me anymore? Have I pushed him away this time?//
"No more teasing, Daniel," the shorter of the two confessed, "no more goading you into something you tell yourself you don't want." Darren's hands reached up for Daniel's face and he cupped it, lovingly. Daniel gently tilted his head to the left and moved his face against Darren's hand for the briefest of moments.
Daniel stopped abruptly, suddenly all his senses returned. He saw himself inches from Darren, pinning him against the wall as he nuzzled against his hands. He moved away from Darren so quickly it was almost beyond perception.
"Right...Good...I'm glad we agree...No more of this shit," words, meaningless words tripped from Daniel's tongue as he turned back towards the lift. This time Darren walked beside him, thankfully fixing his gaze elsewhere, not looking at Daniel, who of course returned the favour.
Daniel stretched out his arm and pressed the oblong button, which summoned the lift. Darren turned his face back up the passage they had just covered.
Daniel's peripheral vision told him Darren's face was turned; yet he was still cautious in the glances he stole.
//Was that it? Is it over now? Can I get on with my life? Do I want to? Can I kiss you? STOP IT! STOP IT!//
Daniel couldn't stop his eyes from roaming Darren.
They skimmed the black jeans that hugged in all the right places, his strong thighs, his round ass. They lingered over Darren's chest, the clingy v-neck sweater resting on those defined muscles, hanging looser over his flat stomach. Daniel could just make out the blue and silver of the necklace Darren always wore.
An image of Darren, naked, wearing only that chain found it's way into Daniel's mind, forcing him to turn his face back to the lift in an attempt to banish it.
Daniel sprang away as Darren turned back his face and outstretched his arm. The singer raised both arms above his head in a mock surrender.
"Right...I'm-gonna-slowly-drop-my-left-hand," each word a drawn out monotone. "and-reach-for-the-lift-button. If-nobody-moves-then-nobody-gets-shot."
Daniel stared back at Darren, his eyes brimming with hate. The singer's smile dropped. He had been trying to make Daniel relax.
Daniel felt totally humiliated. He was struggling so hard to reign in his feelings and now Darren stood before him, mocking him with his eyes and words. He had to get away.
"I'm taking the stairs." He hadn't wanted to sound angry, but that's how it came out. He pushed past Darren and headed back up the hallway.
"It was a joke," Daniel could hear Darren's footsteps, the movement in his voice. "Come on, Jonesy," Darren pleaded now. Daniel quickened his pace. He wanted away from Darren. Now. "I'm sorry. I was just trying..."
"Leave me the fuck alone," Daniel screamed now as he spun to face his pursuer. Darren stopped in his tracks. He saw the anger and pain in his lover's eyes.
"I don't love you. I don't want you. I don't want you to touch me. I don't want to kiss you." //All of that is lies!// "I don't want to be near you another minute." Daniel was walking backwards now, still fighting to be away from those blue eyes. "Is that clear enough now? Do we know where we stand?"
Darren said nothing, bowing his head and dropping his gaze to the floor.
//Yes that's right. Don't even look at me. Don't see me.//
Sensing the wall close behind him now, Daniel spun and reached out his hand to push open the door to the stairwell and then he was through it. The heavy wooden door swung shut behind him, finally the wall he needed to keep Darren out. //Up.// He knew immediately it had to be up. If he went down he ran the risk of Darren jumping in the lift and being back in his face by the time Daniel got to the bottom. He took the steps four at a time, bounding up the thirteen flights with a ferocity born out of frustration. By the time he had reached the eighth, his thighs ached and all breath was gone, yet on he pushed until he burst through the door, onto the roof.
He held in the scream that built in his head, a by-product of the turmoil he felt. Instead he unleashed his frustration by kicking a bag of rubbish, left near the door, so it's contents scattered wildly about the roof.
Daniel leant back against the wall, sliding down till he sat on the floor. Burying his head in his hands he began to sob. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he wept. He wept until his body was racked with spasms and then he wept some more.
He had no idea of how long he had been like this when he heard the door opening beside him. Daniel didn't look up. He had no need to. He knew it was Darren. He knew it was his tormentor that crouched before him now, placing a hand lightly on his head.
"I'm sorry Daniel," Darren whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm sorry about Ipswich."

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