10

Still not quite able to believe what had just happened Darren knocked rapidly on his door.

'It's me,' he hissed, 'open up.'

As soon as Daniel opened the door Darren shut it behind them, turning the key just to be on the safe side.

'So did you get them?' Daniel demanded impatiently, the look on his face causing Darren to crack up again.

'Ta da!' Darren jubilantly produced the goods from his pockets and waved them about in front of Daniel.

'Thank fuck for that.' He replied flopping down on the bed then looked up at the still smirking Darren, 'Hey what's got into you?'

Darren shook his head, 'Tell you later…but for now.' He walked over, deliberately sashaying his hips as he did so. Daniel reached for him and drew him onto his lap.

'Did I ever tell you…' Darren said as he wrapped his legs around Daniel's waist, 'that fucking is fun?'

'No shit Sherlock.' Daniel laughed as his hands crept up under Darren's shirt once more. 'It took you fourteen years to figure that one out?'

'And you know what else?' Darren retorted his fingers slipping down between them to toy with the waistband of Daniel's trousers. 'fucking you is even more fun.'

'Very pleased to hear it. Now how about we stop talking about it and get on and do it.'

'I take it all back,' Darren pouted playfully, 'you haven't changed in the slightest.' Pushing Daniel to lay flat, Darren slid off of his lap making sure to bring Daniel's trousers, underwear and socks with him, Daniel considerately raising his hips to speed the task.

Picking up the precious box from the bed Darren ripped it open and tipped out a single foil wrapped pack. Tearing the protective covering off he took out the condom and advanced once more towards Daniel.

Daniel's hands gripped himself and worked his erection back up to full hardness. Sinking to his knees and swatting his hands away Darren finished the job.

'Darren…please.' Daniel whispered.

Not wanting to waste any further time, Darren rolled the condom on snuggly and then stood back up to discard his clothing, nearly falling flat on his face as he struggled to get his sweatpants off.

His heart beating nineteen to the dozen, his mind still unable to comprehend that despite the fact that Daniel was laying there his chest heaving, waiting for him, that this was really happening, that this was really going to happen.

Pausing he glanced around the room, thinking, hmm…

'What?' Daniel asked.

Some improvisation was called for. Darting into the bathroom he grabbed his washbag and upended the contents out onto the floor, surveying the options.

Baby oil, nope.

Hair gel, ick no, far too sticky.

Facial moisturer, definitely not. He wasn't going to let Daniel 'waste' his expensive face cream again.

'Fuck it.' He cursed.

'What?' Daniel called out again.

'They're all oil based.' Darren blatantly lied.

'Come here you doughnut.'

Obediently Darren wandered back into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Daniel's spread legs.

'What?' it was his turn to ask.

In reply Daniel grabbed his head and shoved it downwards.

'Mmmm, I like your thinking.' Darren said appreciatively as his nose made contact with Daniel's pubic hair, the scent of arousal filling his senses and making his head reel. Raising his head slightly he lowered his lips around Daniel's sheathed erection, drawing it in and out of his mouth depositing as much moisture there as he could manage, his hands holding on firmly to Daniel's muscled thighs.

Daniel sighed and Darren felt him twitch under him, his body jumping, reacting.

'Enough.' Hands roughly brought his head back up. 'Much more of that and you'll be waiting another forty minutes.'

'Your turn.' Darren said huskily, the desire laden atmosphere practically robbing him of the power of speech. He wasn't sure how much more of this impromptu foreplay he could take. Every nerve in his body was alive, tingling, sending bolts of electricity through him.

Darren moved off of Daniel expecting him to get up and rearrange himself but Daniel merely took hold of Darren's legs and pulled them towards him.

'On your knees boy.' He commanded and a light dawned in Darren's mind. Grinning broadly he swung a leg over so that he was kneeling on either side of Daniel's chest, Daniel's hands snaking round his waist to hold him steady.

Moments later a hot, wet tongue started licking around the only area on his body more sensitive than his nipples.

Daniel was right, much more of this and it would be a while before they were able to go round two.

Automatically his hands gravitated towards his arousal, languidly stroking it, feeling it begin to seep it's precious liquid onto his fingers.

This certainly wasn't how he expected to be spending his evening, it was more than he could ever have hoped for in his wildest dreams. He would have been happy just to be back on talking terms with Daniel but this went far, far beyond that. They hadn't been this intimate since Mexico and even then it was plain old fashioned fucking, hard and fast, not making love and this Darren concluded through the fog that surrounded his higher functions, was most definitely making love.

'Oh yeah,' Darren sighed, 'so good, feels so good.'

One hand left his hip and two fingers were presented to him, Darren eagerly sucking on them, tasting all the different flavours, sweat, cigarettes, himself, Daniel, working his cheeks to produce maximum saliva before they were withdrawn, a tiny glistening trail alighting on his chin as Daniel did so.

'Oh yes.' Darren moaned as the fingers were relocated, instinctively pushing back and down as Daniel scissored them gently within him.

This was what he had missed, had craved for on all those long, lonely nights. Somehow do it yourself wasn't quite the same and besides it made wanking off at the same time nigh on impossible.

'Now.' He breathed, his breath coming in short little pants, his lungs working fit to burst, Daniel's a matching echo. 'Now Danny, take me now.'