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 6

"Come on in Daniel," Darren smiled softly, throwing the keys on the table. Daniel stood quietly in the doorway, slightly subdued now, a result of all the tears he had shed. "It's your room." Daniel shook his head at the sound of his love's voice, breaking the trance he was in. Slowly, he stepped inside the room, kicking the door closed behind him and made a beeline for Darren.

"What have I done to deserve you?" he asked, gently skimming the other man's cheek with the back of his fingers.

"I dunno," Darren confessed, his lips curled in a gentle smile, his eyes full of love. "Perhaps you should have tried to cop a plea."

Wrapping his arms protectively around the singer's shoulders, Daniel drew him closer until all space between their bodies was gone. "I love you so much, Darren." The warmth in his voice further testament to his words. "I can't believe I can finally tell you that."

Darren lowered his head and rested it against Daniel's chest, listening to the beat of Daniel's heart within.

They simply stood like that for many minutes, Daniel holding his love, both feeling totally content. Neither seemed able to move, reluctant to affect the feeling of total completion they now felt in each other's arms.

It was Darren that eventually gathered the where withal to move, before they became fixed in that silent embrace forever. Backing away from Daniel slightly, but not enough to escape the arms that held him, he looked up once more in to Daniel's emerald eyes.

"Let me draw you a bath."

Daniel nodded back, his spirit dropping a little knowing the creature before him would be out of reach in seconds.

Perhaps Darren saw this in Daniel's eyes. "Don't worry love. We've got time now." He backed fully out of Daniel's grip now, but never breaking eye contact. "You've got me for as long as you want me."

"Forever," Daniel whispered, feeling the tears well in his eyes once more, thankful this time they were tears born out of joy.

"Come on lover," soothing words, as Darren brushed away the tear that fell down Daniel's cheek with his thumb as he had done on the roof. He reached down and caught Daniel's hand in his own. "I don't think your body is used to all this, you look shattered. A nice bath and some sleep is what you need."

"Will you stay with me if I sleep Darren. Will you hold me in your arms and be there when I wake?"

"Try and stop me," gently pulling Daniel towards the bathroom.

"Do you think I'd want to stop you?"

"No. Not any more," Darren admitted as they entered the bathroom. He lowered the toilet seat, guiding Daniel towards it, subtly pulling his love's hand, and encouraging him to be seated.

Darren scanned the toiletries on the washstand.
"Don't you have any smellies Daniel?"

"Smellies?" Daniel looked bemused.

"You know bubble bath, bath oil, pearls, anything?"

"I'm a man Darren."

"Well so am I," Darren pointed out light-heartedly, "but my bathroom looks like an outlet of the Body shop!" A tired smile played across Daniel's face.
"You need some pampering Jonesy. Believe me, I've been through enough tantrums and tears to know how to bring you back to the land of the living."

"Yeah you're probably right," Daniel toyed, "I *should* bow to your vastly superior experience on this subject."

"Oooo Daniel," Darren laughed in his most camp voice, his back to Daniel now as he pushed in the stopper and turned the hot tap so a small stream of water began to pool in the tub.
"You've got claws."

Daniel reached over and ran his nails over Darren's thigh, stopping short of his ass, just firmly enough that the other man could feel it through his jeans. "You better believe it," the blond man countered.

Darren shuddered a little, his knees almost giving out at that simple yet intimate touch. "No you don't," Darren moved away from Daniel's hand, back towards the door, "later." He wasn't sure if that was a request or a promise.

"Where are you going," Daniel's face dropped, fearful that Darren was going to disappear and return after Daniel bathed and slept. He wanted Darren to stay.

"I'm just going to get some stuff from my room," the shorter man admitted, secretly pleased that Daniel didn't want to be out of his company.

He was gone perhaps three minutes, returning with bubbles, oil, crystals and a whole host of other lotions and potions. Daniel sat now on the edge of the bath wearing only his boxers. His hand played in the water as he stared into the half filled tub.

Daniel was so lost in thought that he hadn't heard the other man return. Darren leaned against the doorframe and stared at his lover.

//You're beautiful Jonesy.// The words only in his head, reluctant to disturb the vision before him. As always when Daniel's head was low, blond locks fell forward, partially obscuring those clear green eyes. Darren's gaze fell for a few seconds on to his mouth. Slightly parted full, soft lips giving rise to a glimpse of the perfect white teeth behind them. Whilst there was no smile that moment, Darren couldn't help but see one anyway. //Is there any vision as perfect as your smiling mouth. Yeah, perhaps your smiling eyes.//

"Darren?"

Darren's eyes lifted at the sound of his name. The two pairs of eyes locked and once again there was a stillness as they simply stared, finally able to share the look you could only share with one that you love.

It was Daniel's turn to break the moment. "You weren't kidding," nodding towards the clutter in Darren's arms.

"Which do you want?" Darren asked, lining up the various bottles and tubs alongside Daniel's simple collection of shampoo, deodorant, cologne and toothpaste.

Daniel raised his hands. "I think that's probably your field of expertise. I trust you."

Darren's hand hovered. It almost fell on a particularly sensuous oil, but he moved it and grabbed hold of some bubbles. He loved to play the foam across his skin when he had been sad, he felt sure Daniel would feel the same.

He poured a large blob into the bath and swirled it round with his hand. Daniel, close to Darren now, as they both sat on the edge of the bath, inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of Dolce and Gabbana assaulting his senses. Darren's hand brushed against his own in the water, causing Daniel's whole body to tingle. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the singers shoulder.

"Mmmmm." Darren purred as he pulled his hand out of the water, shaking off the excess moisture and closed of the flow from the tap. Daniel wasn't sure if any sound had ever filled him with as much joy.

"Right. You're all done." Darren stood and made his way to the doorway once more. //Please ask me to stay Daniel.// "I'll be just outside." //I want to stay. I don't want to be away from you for a second."

"You're not going to wash my back?" Disappointment laced the musician's voice.

No further encouragement was needed. Stepping close to Daniel once more, Darren clasped his wrist softly, pulling him up till they stood toe to toe. Gently he caressed the younger man's neck with his hand, trailing it downwards across his chest, tracing the outline of his toned abdomen with his fingers before settling at the waistband of his boxers.

He stared deep into Daniel's green eyes, searching for confirmation that he could proceed. Once again, Daniel leaned in to kiss him. Lips, this time fleeting, yet a sign of full approval.

Sliding his hands between material and skin on either hip, Darren began to slowly push the garment down, squatting before Daniel in the process. He closed his eyes, as Daniel's semi-hard penis escaped the confines of the cloth, not ready to turn his attention there yet. Hands flat against skin, never breaking contact, he pushed lower, revelling in the power beneath his touch as he passed over muscled thighs. Daniel gasped loudly, his knees bending loosely as if they were about to give way, as Darren leant in to bestow the lightest of kisses on the place where thigh became calf. Darren slid the cotton lower still, low enough for Daniel to step out, gently stroking Daniel's ankles even after the clothing was gone.

Standing once more, Darren feasted on Daniel with his eyes, not missing a crease, a curve, a play of light across skin. Perhaps Daniel should have felt vulnerable standing there naked, both physically and emotionally, but he stared back at his lover, the hint of a challenge behind sparkling eyes. //I like you looking at me Darren. I can see the desire in you.//

Darren felt the familiar tightening of his boxers as the prisoner inside stirred lazily. //He's here. He's naked and he's all yours. You could touch him and he wouldn't object. He'd melt into you.// Darren shook his head, not really sure if he was thinking or his penis had developed the ability to speak, communicating independently with his mind.

His mind took charge of the "conversation", determined not to push. Taking hold of Daniel's hand he guided his lover towards the bath. As if suddenly old, Daniel's arm rested on his lover as he climbed into the bath, laying back in the almost scalding water, neck resting on the edge, arms hanging loosely either side of the free standing tub. He lay there, eyes closed, as Darren gently ran a large natural sponge over his body, purring contentedly at the extra attention being paid to the sensitive areas; his raised nipples; the canal between hip and stomach; along his spine. He felt his body move towards Darren's touch, erection growing at each caress.

Lazily he turned his head and stared at Darren, eyes wet and sparkling, full of need. Without shifting his sight, he caught hold of the singer's wrist, slowly pulling his hand down, across his stomach and towards the area between his legs.

"Please," his voice trembling, full of his desire.
"I need you to touch me."

Pure love shone from the other man's face as he leaned in, nuzzling against the wet skin of Daniel's neck, gently releasing water from the soaked sponge over Daniel's twitching shaft. Running his tongue up the full length of Daniel's slender neck, Darren smiled as he felt the other man's hips rise, desperate to make real contact.

"No hurry, Jonesy," breathing heavily in his lover's ear, sucking the lobe between his lips, gently clamping his teeth around it.

"Please," Daniel gasped, a hint of frustration behind the words.

"Shhh," dipping the sponge back beneath the water, coating it with thick scented bubbles, once again dropping the moisture slowly over his lover's groin. How he revelled at being in the driving seat, calling the shots.

"I need you," Daniel moaned, trying to meet Darren's lips with his own. Darren ignored the pleas and turned his mouth to the other man's throat, tasting the strong Adam's apple with his tongue.

"Can I get in?" Whispered into Daniel's throat in a voice thick with longing.

"What do you think?" Darren felt the vibration of Daniel's manly voice on his tongue. Kicking off his shoes he gently pulled Daniel to a sitting position, climbing in behind the musician, still fully clothed. Placing his legs either side of the body before him, allowing Daniel to move close against him, resting the back of his head against his chest. "You could have taken some of this off first," tugging at the sleeve of Darren's shirt.

"Now where's the fun in that," whispered into Daniel's hair as he stretched his arm down, this time wrapping his hand lightly around Daniel's manhood. Lightly he stroked, gently running the tips of his fingers up and down the shaft, tickling the sack beneath it before taking Daniel once more in hand squeezing and pulling slowly, softly.

"Don't play with me," Daniel pleaded, alternating between raising his hips, trying to up the pace and pushing against Darren, feeling his clothed erection pressed against the small of his back.

"Shhhh," Darren murmured, close to Daniel's ear, ignoring the frustrated groan that escaped his lover's lips at that sound. "You know the song; caresses soft and gentle, I want you crying for more."

Another tortured moan escaped Daniel's lips, fearful that Darren would toy with him forever. His hips thrust upwards, almost without direction from his mind as Darren's other hand moved round to gently toy with a nipple. His body continued to move of its own volition as he felt himself getting closer.

Mercifully, Darren upped the tempo of his caress, moving his mouth to the place Daniel's neck met his shoulder, mouthing words of love as he pushed harder against Daniels back.

Daniel knew he couldn't hold back much longer, he felt his balls tightening as Darren lightly thumbed his erect nipple. He pushed his feet against the edge of the bath, backing further against Darren as the first wave left his testes, travelling up the length of his shaft before bursting forth.

Darren pushed the erupting member under the water, still firmly in hand, not wanting the semen to cover his lover's clean belly. Over and over he felt the twitch and spasm as Daniel shot reams, built up by denying himself the truth for so long.

"Oh God Darren," the blond man moaned," Oh yeah, Darren. Darren...so good." The singer moaned himself now, almost cumming in his pants at the sound of his own name. He had wanted so much for Daniel to acknowledge who he was with in the past, to finally hear it nearly sent him over the edge.

With the last timid spout, Darren felt Daniel begin to soften in his hand, but he was in no hurry to let go. Lightly he continued to stroke as the man in front of him collapsed against him, struggling to regain his breath.

Slowly Daniel's breath returned. He felt his eyes begin to slide. He was so tired now, partly from all the emotion he had spent over the past twenty-four hours, but more so from the lazy feeling you get when you are truly contented.

"That was so good, Darren," dreamy words as he felt himself drifting into sleep, "I love you so much."

"And I love you," Darren confessed once more, tilting Daniels head back so their lips could meet. Darren knew at that moment that he'd never been happier in all his life, to be able to hold Daniel, to kiss him, to whisper words of love and hear them returned. The kiss was lazy; Daniel so close to sleep his tongue barely moved, contented growling noises rising from his throat as the singer did all the work. Finally, when he wasn't sure that Daniel hadn't actually fallen asleep against his kiss, Darren pulled back, releasing Daniel's now flaccid cock at the same time.

He knew immediately his lover wasn't asleep, the disappointed groan testament to that.

"Come on sleepy," pushing Daniel forward to give himself space to climb out of the bath, "You need to sleep and I think if we stay here, you'll wake up shrivelled up like a prune. Stepping out of the tub, he turned to the towel rack and selected a large white number, holding it out to his lover, ignoring the water seeping from his wet clothing.

Daniel climbed out beside Darren; staring back with such innocence as the singer began soaking up the moisture from his body with the heavy cotton bath sheet.

"Do you want me to get you something to wear?" Darren asked when Daniel was dry, still ignoring the fact he was soaked. Daniel shook his head. Darren smiled back at him warmly. "Daniel Jones, sleeping buff, you devil."

"I love you." It seemed to Daniel that they were the only words he could remember any more.

"Come on Jonesy," Darren placed and arm protectively about the other man's shoulder, guiding him out of the room and towards the bed. He pulled back the sheet and motioned with his head that Daniel should get in.

"Will you stay with me?" Daniel asked, suddenly frightened that Darren wouldn't be there when he awoke and it would all be just a dream.

"Do you think, in your semi-conscious state, that you'd be able to stop me?"

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