I love Thursday nights.

Actually, hang on, that might be a little too general. I mean, I don't love the late night shopping traffic: the grumbling mums, the whiney kids, the yobs flicking through the racks seeking out the next Chisel 'best of' album. (Like that isn't a contradiction in terms.) I could do without all that.

But from about 8:45pm, with all but the last secure-a-door rolled down to ward off any last minute stragglers, when the last sale's been rung up and the store's deserted - that's the bit I love. That's when I rule Woody's. I can put on any music I like, as *loud* as I like and just go to town.

That Thursday night's pick was Madonna. I'd just nudged the volume up to ten and was involved in a rather complex dance routine as I reshelved the store's somewhat limited collection of cassingles.

"Like a virgin - hey! Touch for the very first time..."

I threw down the last Rod Stewart and did the actions. With a one-handed caress down the body from nose to navel, hips rotating like a hula-hooper, I tried to outdo her volume on the lead vocals. The song was kinda fitting I thought considering the things I'd been getting up to lately. Like, Monday night. I couldn't help a little shiver I got when I thought about it, or more specifically, when I thought about *him*.

"Oooh-hoo like a virgin... feels so good inside..."

//Felt good inside alright.// I continued my little performance - quick spin with an elaborate arm movement, and a little three step around the Top Gun standee.

Fuck I love doing closes. 8pm Chris pisses off and the store is just *mine*. I adjusted an INXS display and checked my watch. Right on 9pm - time to seal the last door. I spun around and started to strut over the the store entrance, shaking my 17 year old thang like there was no one watching. Except there was someone watching.

The next Madonna line died in my throat as my face flushed red as an overcooked lobster.

//Shit.//

//Daniel's here.//

He's *so* fucking adorable.

He had no idea I was watching him. I could tell.

He had no idea I was coming either. Hell, I didn't even know I was coming until two minutes before I got in the car and headed over. Sure I'd thought about it all afternoon. Well, all day actually, since it'd been kinda pounding on my mind since I'd seen him first period for music. And again at recess. And then at lunch. Yet somehow all that contact wasn't enough. I got home and started getting Darren withdrawal. Started thinking about borrowing Dad's car and staking out the little pretty boy.

Next thing I know I'm standing in the doorway to Woody's Music Store watching Darren strutting round the joint like he was possessed by the Material Girl herself. Shaking his sweet little arse. Thrusting his hips like he knew what I was there and he knew what I was thinking. Getting me all steamed up, I'll admit, but not to the point where I was ready to give myself up just yet. I just had to catch a little more of the Darren Hayes dance routine, hear a little more of his husky, confident, surprisingly in-tune voice.

It was definitely not what I was expecting to see. I thought he'd be like any of my other mates with part-time jobs. Bored, overworked and made to wear an ugly uniform. I definitely wasn't expecting this confident but coy, innocently seductive little diva putting on a performance for me alone. My eyes raked over him possessively as he sang and cavorted and I became suddenly aware that I really, really wanted to kiss him.

I was considering going over, cutting in on his imaginary dance partner and doing just that when the boy in question spun round and saw me.

//Oops. Busted.//

//Oh god this is *so* embarrassing.//

My face wasn't just burning it was on fire. I swear I could feel flames licking my eyeballs. There he was - just standing there, leaning against the secure-a-door support and grinning like a cheshire cat.

"Nice moves, Darren." He drawled in that low, too-sexy-for-high-school voice. "Ya know, I hear they have dance classes in the PA Block on Wednesday nights. You should sign up."

I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Then I decided I was still young enough to be childish and did it anyway. He cocked an eyebrow at me, eyes raking me from head to toe.

"That an invitation?" He jibed with a grin.

I felt my face burn up again. I stuttered, half tempted to grab the emergency fire extinguisher on the wall and try foam this blush away.

"How long have you been standing there?" Ugh, my voice had gone all high and wavery, why can't I have a nice low sexy voice like his?

He grinned that meltingly gorgeous grin and I forgot to be snipey at him for making fun of me, instead finding I wanted to kiss him in the worst way.

"Long enough." He let that one hang in the air for a moment, unable to hide his mirth. Then he tipped his pretty golden head and glanced at his watch. "It's nine - you want me to get this?" He gestured at the one remaining secure-a-door still halfway open.

Before I could come up with an answer he was already on it. Spun around and rolled the bastard down, bending over to shove it home and I found my eyes on his arse, looking pretty nice in fitted dark blue jeans. I licked my lips. Pretty darn nice.

The door crashed home with a deafening bang and I only just had time to tear my eyes off Dan's arse before he'd spun around to face me again.

"Actually Dan, the-" I started to say, but had to shut up cos his tongue was in my mouth. Just like that. He'd straightened up, grabbed me by the upper arms and covered my mouth in a sudden feverish kiss. And cos kissing Daniel is heaps more fun than arguing with him I wrapped my arms round his neck and kissed him back.

//So *this* is why I wanted to come tonight.// I hadn't been entirely certain til the moment my lips found his. I mean, I knew I wanted to see him - desperately wanted to. So much so that I'd been watching the clock since six, willing the hands to move faster.

I'd considered dozens of reasons why I wanted to meet up with Daz so much that night - maybe I wanted to talk about Monday, try to figure out what was going on, two heads are better than one and all that... but the answer didn't really click with me til he was sucking on my tongue. And doing it rather skillfully too. I tried, then gave up trying to contain a rather wolfish growl.

I guess it should've tipped me off when the second I saw him all I wanted to do was kiss him.

And now I was. Tangling my tongue with his, stroking his lips, slipping my hands down his back to hold him tight against me. His body felt so good against mine, ya know? Kissing Darren was like... ah fuck, I don't know how to put it - like fireworks and rollercoasters and the first time you watched porn. I don't think I could ever get sick of it.

He slid his hands down my back and into the back pockets of my jeans, and I shifted us closer so I was straddling his thigh and he was mine. He started to gyrate immediately, kinda like he had been when he was dancing, 'cept I gotta say *feeling* it was even better than watching it. He was slowly thrusting, rubbing his crotch up and down my leg as he sucked my lower lip. Christ, I don't know how he'd gone from innocent little music store clerk to Darren Hayes - Boy Slut so fast, but I wasn't about to argue.

At some point in the kissing and groping we kinda toppled over, falling back against the counter. It didn't really interrupt the proceedings, we kept pashing on, only stopping long enough to take rushed panting breaths, then getting right back into it. We somehow managed to knock over a stack of cassettes, but that didn't seem to faze Darren much. He just shoved the whole mess aside - lips never leaving mine once - and went back to driving me mad with lust. Man, that boy is talented.

I don't know how it got so out of control so fast. Basically it went from //Oh shit - Daniel's here// to //Oh shit - he's closing the door// to //Oh shit - he's kissing me// to //Oh *fuck* that feels good.

There I was, sprawled across the counter - the bloody filthy Woody's counter where I'd sold hundreds of tapes to hundreds of customers - my arms full of a gorgeous blonde babe, with his cock digging into my leg.

Not that I minded at all. In fact, I would've been quite happy to stay that way indefinitely - if it wasn't for one thing...

"Dan?" It was *such* an effort to speak.

"Mmmph?" He lifted his head from where he'd been devouring my way-too-sensitive neck, laying a carefully placed hickey on me (well below the neckline). His eyes were all hazy, his hair was all messed up and he had that blissed-out dopey look on his face. He's *so* fucking gorgeous.

"Ummm..." What was I saying? His hands were rubbing around my arse and it was distracting me. "Oh yeah - um..." (his hands found my fly) "ah... security closes up the centre - AH!" (and squeezed) "at ah... ah... 9:30." Christ, did I even make sense?

I lost one of his sneaky and talented hands for a moment then as he checked his watch.

"Five minutes." He said with a frown.

"Shit." I whined, reluctantly climbing down off the counter, highly disappointed. I straightened my clothes up with sharp frustrated motions and started for the exit, not letting myself look at Daniel, cos I knew if I did, I'd buckle and we'd both wind up being locked in til 8am the next day.

"Wait." Dan caught my arm and I turned around. "You got a phone in here?"

Definitely not what I was expecting to hear, but I nodded docilely and pointed at the handset on the counter. He continued -

"Call your Dad. Tell him you're going to my place to study for a big exam."

I furrowed my brow in confusion,

"Dan - we don't have any exams for ages."

He regarded me with a smirk and a flare of mischief in those pretty green eyes.

"He doesn't know that."

"So where are we going?"

We hadn't even gotten to the car and he was already quizzing me.

"You'll see." I dropped non-chalantly, trying to sound mysterious.

To be honest, I wasn't really sure myself. I mean, for all the time I'd had to plan I really hadn't given tonight much thought beyond 'I want to see Darren.' The idea to take a drive had popped into my skull as we we'd headed toward my Dad's beast of a car and it'd occurred to me that both my place and his were out due to The Parentage Factor.

I was out of the car park and on the road, and I still had no idea where to go.

I know the kind of place I wanted. Ya know in the movies when Boy takes Girl to dinner and a movie and afterwards they wind up on some hill overlooking the city - some place quiet and private with a nice view and a name like Inspiration Point? Yeah. Some place like that. But despite the fact that just about every small town in the USA seems to have one of these little rendezvous, Logan was severely lacking in Inspiration Points.

I'd say the closest thing we had to it in all of Brisbane would be...

//Well, I guess it'll do.//

I got on the south east freeway and headed for Mount Coot-tha.

Now there aren't many reasons people go to Mount Coot-tha. Some go for the views, some to eat at the horrifically overpriced restuarant. And some go there to park their cars in a dark spot far away from the spectacular views and fog up the windows.

Now I'm not admitting to anything here, but I wasn't looking at spending much money, or staring at the Brissy skyline if you know what I mean.

I sure hoped Darren didn't mind.

I can't remember if I'd ever gotten into a car before without having the merest inkling of where I was going. It was pretty liberating.

Dan's a fairly careful driver. The car - his Dad's - was pretty spec'ed up - a Commodore (*ugh*) real beast of a thing, with a huge engine and lots of modifications. But Dan got by with a minimum of screeches and squealies. I like that he isn't a revhead. There's too many in Logan as it is.

Getting north-bound on the freeway didn't give me much of a hint as to our destination. 9:30 on a Thursday night and the city's just about the only place where anything'll be open anyway. Dan still wasn't letting on anything, so I gave up asking him and dug around in my pocket for a tape I flogged from work on my way out. U2.

"There a tape deck in here?" I asked my mysterious babe. He grinned and pointed it out. I chucked on the tape and soon Bono's fabulous voice filled the car.

We drove for about 20 minutes, cruising along easily with me singing along and Dan tapping out the beat on the steering wheel. And whenever he wasn't changing gears, he'd steer one-handed and reach over and hold my hand, sending little tingles of electricity all up my arm. It was so cool. Almost like a date.

I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I figured it out, but somewhere along the way I managed to drag my attention away from Dan long enough to take note of where we were going, and notice that most of the signs we passed seemed to indicate Mount Coot-tha.

Now at first I was a little offended. I mean, everyone knows why people drive up Mount Coot-tha and I didn't want Dan to think he could be, well... presumptuous. I mean, come on - I'm not really a Make-out Point kinda guy and I didn't think he was either.

Then I thought some more about the 'making out' bit and I started to change my mind. My body hadn't exactly been behaving itself since we had to cut it short back at Woody's (the name of the store seemed very fitting right about then.) Then I started thinking about how much I loved kissing Dan, and how if he could make my arm buzz with just his fingers, what he could do with the rest of his body. And it was about then that I decided I didn't care if Dan took me to a dingy motel that rented rooms by the hour, I just wanted to make out with him again, and *soon*.

I smiled to myself as we started to ascend.

I saw Dan sneak a look at me as we passed the final road sign to Mount Coot-tha.

"Figure it out?" He asked, not very loudly. He looked a bit... pained. He's so adorable when he's being all un-confident.

"Yeah, I knew *ages* ago." Ok, so I was exaggerating slightly, but I *had* figured it out.

"Is it ok?" He glanced away from the road for a moment and I could see the so-unsure-it's-almost-agonized look on his face. //Man, he's really worried.//

I briefly considered pouting and putting up a fight, then decided I'd rather ease his mind.

"Course it is, ya stud." I joked, snickering a little. I watched his chest deflate as he released what looked like a very nervous held breath.

"Cool." Was all he said. I was touched he'd been so worried, and now I wasn't concerned at all about this seeming cheap. He'd obviously never done this before either.

I reached over and placed my hand over his on the gearshift, squeezing his fingers reassuringly. He slipped me one of his secretive little smiles sideways and my stomach flipped over.

Oh yeah, I was *definitely* looking forward to getting to the top.

How bloody long does it take to get to the top of a mountain? I mean, shit, it was Mount Coot-tha, not Mount Kosciousko! I don't know how many turns I had to take, or how long I'd been driving but it felt like forever and I'm *sure* they laid that road the longest way. The whole time I was driving my fingers were itching to touch Darren and my body was not-too-gently reminding me that it was extremely pissed off with me for the sudden stop to our earlier activities.

Finally //FINALLY!!// the summit loomed and I managed to pull Dad's Beast into one of the miniscule car parks. I shot Daz and smile as I threw on the brake and we both got out.

This is where it got a little awkward.

The place was packed. Fucking Thursday night - late - and there's couples *everywhere*. Husbands holding wives hands, girlfriends tucked under boyfriends arms. From young-uns like us to old wrinklies - the place was milling with them. I started to feel very unoriginal and suddenly *very* conspicuous.

You see, despite the stacks of other lovebirds on the mountain that night, me and Daz were the only couple that wasn't boy/girl. Now that shouldn't have bothered me. I mean, I'm not ashamed of Daz or anything, he's great, he's fucking *excellent*. I just don't like being stared at.

My nervousness must've begun to show 'cos Daz poked me in the arm.

"You right?" He asked carefully, brow all creased up and concerned. He looked so worried I just wanted to put his mind at rest, so I swallowed all the icky-ness down and tried on a smile.

"Yeah, fine. Come on." I almost went to grab his hand but aborted the move before it even started. I was cursing at myself inside for being such a chicken-shit but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Not with all these people around. I settled for gesturing with my head, feeling kinda like Lassie.

We were walking pretty close on the way out of the car park, so much that the back of his hand brushed mine. My body almost took it as a cue to hold his hand, but I ignored Daz's hopeful look and stuck my hands in my pockets resolutely. What was I thinking when I decided to come here? That's right - I wasn't thinking.

We wandered over to the lookout railing and looked out. Stars. Houses. Sparkly lights. Yay. What's so special about all this shit? I'd rather look at Darren. I did, a little, but I felt like I could only shoot quick glances over at him, lest people get the wrong - albeit the right - idea about us. He seemed fine, perfectly comfortable, climbing up to sit on the railing, swinging his legs, all hyperactive and cute.

"So why'd ya wanna come here?" He asked as he bounced, his ink-black hair flopping into his eyes.

//Great Daz, say it a little louder, now everyone'll know it was my idea to come here.// I tried to ignore the evil little voice inside me.

"Dunno." I grunted. "Nice view." I'd suddenly lost any art with words. Daz didn't seem fazed by it. He levered himself forward, leaning into to get his face close to mine.

"Yeah - but why'd ya wanna bring *me* here?"

//Aw shit Daz, do ya hafta say that stuff? Now everyone'll think we're...//

I screamed at the voice inside my head to shut up, but it wouldn't listen.

//Say it - fags. Poofters. Fairy boys.//

//I am NOT!!//

I bit my lip and just shrugged, not trusting myself to answer. It's awful, I knew I was being a total bastard to Daz, but I couldn't help it. I felt like every single pair of eyes on the mountain was looking at us. Judging us.

He was being weird. And not in a good way, or even an amusing way. No, it was more like in an antisocial bastard way.

He wouldn't even look at me. Let alone hold my hand, or touch me, or even stand that close to me. I mean shit, I wasn't asking him to declare his undying love for me before all these strangers. I just wanted him act like a friend. Friends talk to each other.

I tried to ease the mood, being playful and stuff, but he wouldn't lighten up. Just clamped down even further and barely spoke. I was starting to get a bit miffed. I mean, here I was trying to be understanding and everything and he wouldn't even look at me.

"Dan?" I asked in a small voice. "You ok?"

"Yeah - why?" He answered so sharply I almost winced. My fingers tightened on the handrail and I spoke even softer.

"You're being weird."

He didn't turn his head to look at me, just kept staring blankly out at distant Brisbane.

"Am not." He muttered acidly.

"Christ, if you're that uncomfortable-"

"I'm fine." He interjected abruptly, sounding like his teeth were stuck together.

"No you're not." I couldn't believe I was saying it. Were we having our first fight? Here? In one of the most romantic spots in Brisbane? God, that was disappointing.

He didn't respond. Didn't look at me either, just kept on staring out into nothing. I was livid. I mean - shit, it was *his* idea to come here and now he was being a total prick. I didn't have to take this.

"Fine. Great. Wonderful." I retorted, jumping down from the railing and putting out my hand. "Gimme your keys. I'm gonna go wait in the car since you're having such a *wonderful* time." I put a real twist on the word wonderful, so sarcastic I was practically spitting. He pulled a hand out from deep in his pocket and held up the keys, eyes trained away from me the entire time. I snatched them rudely and marched away, brimming with fury.

I slammed the car door so hard I'm surprised I didn't shatter a window or something. It's funny but the moment I was inside, hearing nothing but my own breathing, all the anger just drained out of me and I suddenly felt like crying.

Pride kept me from going after Darren for oh, maybe three minutes. And then a voice in my head that I actually *wanted* to hear finally decided to speak up.

//What are you doing, dipshit? Go after him!//

I dragged myself off the railing and went to face my doom.

I could half make him out through the window as I walked over. Even in shadow I could see he was still huffy and miffed. //And he has every right to be. You're a dickhead, Jones.// I internally berated myself as I went to open the door. It wouldn't give. It was still locked.

I tapped on the window and Darren pretended he'd just seen me. He managed to lean over, unlock the door, then sit back in the passenger seat, all the while retaining his pout and giving off "I'm really pissed at you" vibes. Quite a talent.

I slunk into the Commodore and got ready eat some crow.

Darren was playing with my keys, deliberately not looking at me. The silence was heavy between us as I tried to come up with some explanation for my prick-iness. Impatient, he spoke up first.

"What was that?" He spoke softly, all his attention focussed on the keys he twisted between stiff fingertips. They jangled slightly as he manhandled them and I tried to come up with something to say.

"I dunno." //Great one, Jones - way to fucking go.//

I heard Darren sigh. He sounded so sad. I felt like the worst arsehole in the world.

"Daz..." I tried to find the right thing to say. "I'm sorry. I'm such a prick."

"Yeah." He agreed, with a facetious snort.

"It's just..." I struggled to explain, "All those people, it was... too much... and I just..." I tailed off, failing, coming back to the one thing I knew I wanted to say. "I'm sorry, Daz."

He kinda blinked and glanced at me for a split second. The keys didn't seem to be so fascinating to him anymore. I felt like he was coming around so I pushed my advantage.

"I was an arsehole."

This time he didn't agree with me. He just looked up at me, apprehensive, blue eyes glistening like gems in the slanted half-light. He looked so vulnerable, so pretty, so innocent. I hated that I'd hurt him.

He kept that expression for a moment, then slowly, so slowly, a tiny smile curved his lips. I just about fainted with relief.

How could I possibly stay mad at him when he was being so sweet? Hell, I tried as hard as I could to stay pouty with him, but he just wore me down with all that talk. Besides, he looked just about edible, his golden hair all backlit by streetlights. All I wanted to do was kiss him til my lips ached. I'm such a sucker.

Finally, I couldn't fight the smile anymore and I let him see it. He looked so relieved I just about melted. Reaching over, he took my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on my palm, the contact absolutely electric.

"We ok?" He asked gently, his brow creased with concern.

I counted to ten in my head, just to make him sweat.

"Yeah, I 'spose."

He smiled so wide it looked like it might break his face in half. I had to bite my lip to keep from donning a matching expression. Sure I was glad we'd patched things up too, but I didn't want him to know that just yet. I wanted to keep him on his toes for just a tad longer.

"So you wanna go home then?" He asked me very, very carefully. I nodded and 'mmm-hmmmed' non-chalantly like I wasn't really fussed. He kinda sighed, looking a little disappointed, but knowing he was in no position to argue. He revved his Dad's beast into action and backed out, trying for all the world to look optimistic as we started our descent.

//Man, he really thinks he's blown it.//

Boy was he in for a surprise.

//Christ Jones, you really blew it. You dumb, pathetic fuck.//

I called myself all the names under the sun as the Commodore slowly wound it's way down Coot-tha. My big chance to do something spontaneous, romantic, hell even *carnal* with Darren and what do I do? I blow it by acting like a total prick. //Nice one, Einstein. You fucking sad case.//

Man I was really letting myself have it. And I had a helluva lot of 'making up for it' to do with Darren too. Though I didn't mind that so much. I kinda liked the idea of sitting around coming up with ways to make him smile at me again. //Maybe I should get him a present or something...//

I was so lost in my plans and self-loathing I almost missed it when Darren yelled,

"Quick - turn here!"

I glanced up and he was pointing at a side road rather excitedly.

"But Darren this isn't the way-"

"Just turn!"

I yanked the wheel so hard the tyres screeched, glancing at a sign as I pulled onto an unfinished road. We were heading for some place called 'Slaughter Falls'

"Uh Daz... where are we going?" The road was getting kinda dark as we progressed, and it was looking pretty deserted.

"I went here for a school excursion once. This road goes down a little further. It should be pretty..." He tailed off, and I glanced over to see his eyes sparkling at me in the light from the headlights, "Private." He finished, with a little smile that made some big promises.

//Hooooo-wee. Someone's gonna *get some* tonight!//

I know I had a huge stupid arse grin on my face as I pulled over a little ways further. Far enough from the main road for 'privacy' but not so far the light from a few streetlights didn't still pierce the darkness. No use driving into pitch black and getting us both spooked.

I looked over to Darren expectantly, reaching forward to shut off the engine.

"Wait - wait!" He rushed, reaching a hand out to stop me. "Leave the accessories on, I wanna hear this song." A little confused, but not about to argue with him, I did as instructed. Hell he coulda told me to stand on my head and recite the alphabet backwards and I would've complied. I wasn't ready to go home yet and if doing this got me a little more time with Darren, I'd do it.

Besides, I was eager to make up for my earlier fuck-up-of-mammoth-proportions.

I leaned back in the seat and listened, registering for the first time, music that must've been playing the entire drive down from the summit. Still U2. It was a ballad. Slow, sincere and meaningful. I recognised it as 'All I Want Is You'.

Just as the intro was winding up, Darren popped the passenger door open and jumped out, rushing round to my side of the car and yanking open the driver side door. He grabbed my hands and tried to pull me out of the car.

"What? What?" In my confusion, I kinda forgot about my self-promise to 'just do whatever Darren says til he likes you again' and refused to stand up.

Darren turned those eyes on me. He was a little puffed, his hair was flopping in his eyes, and he looked like an absolute angel. He whispered fervently,

"Dance with me." and tugged on my arms again.

He didn't have to ask me twice.

He was on his feet in seconds. Man, I musta overdone the guilt trip thing, cos he didn't even try to fight me on what shoulda been a 'way uncool' thing to want to do.

He stood right up on the loose asphalt, leaving the car door open so we could still hear the stereo. There was a moment of awkwardness as we tried to figure out whose hands went where, before discarding traditional dance positions and just resting our hands on each other's waists.

It wasn't much of a dancing song, really just meant for gentle swaying, and that's all we did, shifting our weight from side to side, shoes scraping softly on the loose gravel. Dancing so close I could feel his body heat, even though the only place he touched me was on my waist.

It was heaven, just heaven. My gaze traced the outline of his hair in the half light, the sparkle of his green eyes, the perfect planes of his face. Our bodies moved in time, incrementally inching closer together with each sway, until our legs were scissored together and our chests brushed. His hands slipped up my back, one resting between my shoulder blades, softly stroking circles on my back, the other one cupping the back of my neck. His fingers furrowed into my hair, stroking the sweet spot at the base of my skull. I just about purred with pleasure, tipping my head into his touch.

As Bono's voice lifted into the chorus, I slipped tightly into Dan's warm embrace letting my hands glide up his back and hold him close. I leaned my head on his shoulder, just the right height for me. We are such a perfect fit.

The music called to me, so I started to sing. Just softly, almost whispering the words, my voice about an octave higher than Bono's. When I got to the line 'and all I want is you', I turned my head slightly to whisper it directly into Dan's ear. I followed it with a brief soft kiss on his cheek and I swear I felt him shiver in my arms.

He looked at me then, green eyes glistening in the half light, his expression open and clear of any apprehension or doubt. And I knew I had to kiss him. Slipping one hand up to his jaw, I brushed my thumb across his lips. I felt him shiver again as I leaned in to claim his mouth.

His lips are so soft. He knows how to use them too. I thought I might melt. We kissed softly, slow and lazy, just revelling in the taste of each other. Like we had all the time in the world.

He has the voice of an angel. I didn't realise it until then. I know I'd heard him sing heaps of times before that, in class and stuff, but when he sang to me in that parking lot, it was like... magic. I know that sounds really dicky, but I don't care. His singing really did something to me that night. I could feel it coursing right through my body, and I knew I was hearing something special.

I went to tell him, but I didn't have the words. But the way he looked at me right then, I think he understood anyway. Then he kissed me.

It started off so innocently. Just a little kiss. Then one led to two and three and they all started running together in this big swirling mass of desire. I love kissing Darren. I love his taste, the feel of his body, everything.

As usual with us, things heated up fast. Hands started wandering. Tongues, lips and teeth were thrown into the mix. Bodies stopped swaying and started rubbing against each other. Oh yeah, I was *liking* this. I was rubbing up his chest, trying to find his nipples through his shirt. He was moaning and squeezing my arse, kissing my neck and just generally driving me crazy.

Soon it got difficult to stay upright. Our legs were all tangled up, I was lightheaded, and I couldn't really get close enough to Darren while I was worrying about that whole balance thing. We drew apart slightly, panting.

I looked into his face and almost toppled over. Not only did he look stunningly pretty in the half-light, he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me. It was *so* fucking sexy.

"Car?" He asked, short of breath, lips still shiny from kissing me into oblivion.

I just nodded, not trusting my voice not to crack if I spoke. He took my hand and headed back to the car.

"Back seat?" he asked innocently

My knees just about gave way.

I love kissing Daniel. I could just do it indefinitely. I mean, who needs air when you've got a pair of lips like his on yours? I love the way he tastes. I love the stroke of his tongue. I love the way he makes my body feel like its literally sizzling.

What a package I'd gotten in him. Good-looking, great personality and a fucking excellent kisser. I am sooooo lucky.

At that moment the back seat of Dan's dad's car was looking an awful lot like heaven. I swung the driver door shut and crawled onto the back seat. Dan was right behind me. He'd barely gotten the door closed before my lips were on his again.

We kissed and kissed, me crawling onto his lap to straddle him, our cocks pressing together from behind layers of denim. He let out a low growl, deep in his throat and hauled me even closer. Then he deliberately set out to drive me out of my mind. I felt his hands slide up under my shirt and the next thing I knew I was moaning mindlessly as he stroked my way-too-sensitive nipples. When he yanked my shirt upwards and started bathing them with his tongue I just about screamed.

It was too good. Just *too* good.

I got in on the action too, unbuttoning his shirt and stroking the firm golden muscles of his chest. God, how long had I wanted to touch him like this? I couldn't keep my hands still, I needed to feel all of him. I was drawing my hands up his abs, tracing his chest muscles and nipples when he groaned, tore his mouth from my chest, head falling backward to hit the seat rest.

"What? What is it?" Confused, I dragged my head upright again from where it had fallen back while Dan had been feasting on my chest. I wasn't happy with this lack of contact.

Dan was panting, his chest heaving, his eyes bright and his mouth swollen and looking so, so kissable.

"I can't... I just..." He tried to speak between racking breaths. I started to get nervous, my fingers curling into fists on his chest. I didn't think I was gonna like what was coming. "When you..." He panted, "I can't think when you touch me like that. You're driving me out of my fucking head." He finally finished with a grin.

My sigh of relief just about winded me, and I was on his mouth again in a split second. He reciprocated immediately, sliding his tongue in to meet mine and we kissed full on and noisily for ages. Without even realising what I was doing, I started grinding my hips against Dan. He moaned into my mouth and started thrusting his hips too, so we were rubbing our cocks together. It was so intense. We were getting right into it.

And it just kept getting better.

He was purposely trying to drive me crazy. I know what his plans were. He was gonna turn me into a raving loon and they were gonna have to lock me up, I'd be so wired with lust for him.

At least, that's what it felt like at the time. I'd just get used to something, just reach the point where I felt like I was in control again, and then he'd find some other spot on my body to touch that'd set off alarms in my head and fire jet-rockets into my cock.

And he looks so innocent, too.

So there I was with my shirt open, getting thoroughly kissed, my hands on his arse as he sat on my lap humping my cock through my jeans. Not that I was complaining, not at all. I just wanted to send him as mad as he was me.

With that in mind I hauled him off my lap, lowering him gently backwards onto the long backseat - still kissing him the entire time, mind you, I wasn't about to give that up. He made a little surprised noise as I shifted him, but he didn't fight me. Just kept on kissing me, letting me manhandle him til he wound up stretched out on the back seat, with me draped along the length of him. And for the first time since I started driving I was glad my Dad drove a big car. Suddenly all the twenty-try reverse parallel parks, impossible traffic maneuvres and too-small parking spaces were inconsequential. The satisfaction of feeling Darren's whole lucious body pressed against mine was *so* worth it.

We kissed and kissed. Groped and stroked. I know I was rubbing my cock against his leg, but he was doing the same, and it all felt so good it never occurred to either of us to stop. When his hands inched down from my back, trailing over my arse, round my waist to settle at my fly, I had proof he was deliberately trying to sabotage my sanity. I had to tear my mouth from his to take a startled breath. He kept moving that sneaky hand, his grip getting firmer through the denim. I let out a strangled moan.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I panted. He just grinned at me and rubbed me through my jeans, inciting another moan. //Yep. He *is* trying to kill me.//

I decided to try a little payback and slid a hand between our bodies to cock-tease *him* for a bit. I stroked around his fly, gently at first then a little more confidently. I was rewarded with several dead-sexy breathy little moans. //Take that!// He didn't stop with the hands though (not that I wanted him to), kissing up my jaw at the same time to lay a soft kiss by my ear. I continued trying to drive him as mad as he was driving me, til I heard his voice, a strong whisper by my ear.

"Oh God. Dan... there's so much I want to do to you..."

And I just about came in my pants from those words alone.

He was absolutely masterful. The bastard knew just where to touch, just what to do, and it was all frightfully erotic. It became like a competition to see who could push who the furthest. I don't know about him, but I was barely hanging onto my sanity by a thread - but stopping was totally out of the question.

He was stroking my aching hard on with one hand, rubbing my nipples with the other while devouring my mouth with his too-luscious lips. I was *so* turned on I could hardly draw breath. I figured it was time to tip the scales.

With one hand still working him, I concentrated on getting my other hand down to his fly. I thanked christ he wasn't wearing a belt as I forced my hand between our still-gyrating bodies. Meanwhile Dan had decided it wasn't enough to just touch my nipples, no, he had to lick them too. I had to put my plan in a holding pattern for a mo' to ride out a few waves of pleasure, then I was back on the horse.

I don't know at what point he realised my intentions, but he barely had time to let out a startled gasp before I had his fly open and my hand inside. I watched in satisfaction as his mouth fell open and his expression melted into ecstacy. It felt good to hold him without a bulky zip getting in the way. I could feel his heat emanating through his boxers, could feel the texture of his cock through the fine cloth.

It felt so good - I had to bite my lip and concentrate really hard on not coming. //Get a grip, Hayes - you're sposed to be driving *him* out of his mind, not yourself.// I'd just managed to get myself under control when Dan decided to turn the tables on me, *again*.

He'd gotten my fly down and wedged his hand inside before I even had time to take a steadying breath. It coulda been fine, 'cept he skipped the whole underwear thing and just went straight for the goods. And oh my god, the feel of his hand on the bare flushed skin of my dick was so good and so intense, the sigh that slipped from my lips was almost a scream.

"You bastard." I accused - smiling and gasping with pleasure, so he probably didn't take much offence. He just grinned and squeezed *down there*, making me gasp again and bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.

I evened the score immediately and worked my hand into his boxers. And if I thought his dick felt nice through his boxers, feeling it naked, hot in my hand was fucking wonderful. I took great delight in watching his face shift into a grimace of pleasure as I played with him - teasing as much as I could. I almost regretted it when he locked his mouth onto mine, kissing me with force and working my cock over with his hand. I could only gasp into his mouth, kiss him back and try to imitate his motions.

I don't know where I was at that moment. I was lost in some hazy world where desire ruled and the only thing I could think was 'Darren'. I mean, a few weeks ago, the thought of me dancing 'round Third Base with another *guy* in my dad's Commodore would've had me in stitches. But there I was. Touching another guy's cock for the first time and loving it so much I could barely keep from coming in his hand. Trying very *very* hard to make him come in mine. Matching him stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss and doing my best to make it as pleasureable for him as it was for me.

I would've been shocked, if I'd had any brain cells left that weren't drunk with lust.

Darren kissed me again, suckling my tongue. I could feel him shifting around underneath me, getting things a bit more comfortable. I suddenly noticed a coolness around my arse and realised he dragged my jeans and boxers down for easier access. I decided to return the favour, but got distracted halfway as Darren started working pre-come from my leaking dick up and down my shaft. Without my clothes in the way, he was able to make a real go of it, and I had to stop for a minute to collect my thoughts or risk blowing my wad.

//God, that boy's talented.//

"Christ Darren, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I accused him, as I yanked his pants down to his thighs. His pretty cock sprung free and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Darren smiled, curved his lean little body upward in a cat-like stretch and said,

"Same thing you're doing to me I bet." Then he released a sharp breath as my hands found his cock again.

"I can't believe we're doing this." I confessed. I honestly hadn't planned to go anywhere near this far, but with Darren... I just have no control. I licked my palm, tasting Darren's heady flavour on me.

"Me either." He sighed, and then gasped as I started to work his cock with my now-slicked hand. "We're such sluts."

I smiled at my pretty boy lover and firmed my grip on his cock.

"But we are doing it." I stated obviously, starting to work him in long strokes. I watched with satisfaction as his face crumpled in pleasure, releasing some more too-sexy breathy moans. I'm sure my expression looked much the same as he re-continued his assault on my straining cock.

"We sure are." He whispered, panting, then dragged my face down and devoured my mouth with a kiss that shut us both up for ages. After that the only sounds in the car were moans, groans, growls and the occasional squeak of the back seat being bounced on.

Now like any guy my age, I've wanked off a lot. I know how to do it so it feels good. But let me tell you, I have *never* been able to make it feel as good as it felt with Darren. Never. I felt like my cock was gonna explode, like I might lose consciousness, like I might see god. I've never come so hard in my entire life. And I know it was all because of Darren.

It was so good, so perfect. I guess it should feel cheap, or dirty cos it happened in a public car park, in the back seat of a Commodore. It should, but it doesn't. I wouldn't change it for anything. It was as perfect as if we'd gotten a perfect hotel room with champagne and satin sheets.

I wasn't lying when I told him there was so much I wanted to do to him. There is. I want to touch him in so many places, kiss him, lick him, suck him everywhere. It didn't happen that night, we were too far gone, and in a way it felt to soon to go any further just yet. I hope I get to, though. I'd love to suck his cock.

I've relived the climax so many times. Wanked off over it. Dreamt about it. Committed it to memory in every way possible.

We'd been kissing messily the whole time - but we'd pulled apart at that moment. He was staring into my face as we both panted and groaned, hands working faster and faster on each others cocks, knowing we were close and pushing the advantage. His grip on my dick was just perfect, slickened with saliva and pre-come and just firm enough to *feel it*.

We were going at it fast and hard, sighing, groaning, louder and louder as we felt it coming on.

When it happened, we came almost simultaneously, and I'll never forget the look on his face when he lost it. Pure joy. Perfection. His face creased with pleasure and he just groaned this perfect groan. I joined in about then and soon we were both trembling with orgasm as we spurted jism between our bodies.

Afterward, his body just collapsed on top of me, and he kissed me - deeply, searchingly. I almost felt like crying. He sighed,

"Thank you..." Softly into my ear, and I held him as the aftershocks quivered through us both.

No, it didn't feel cheap at all.

I just wanted to stay like that forever. In Darren's arms, with this sated warm feeling coursing through me. I knew later on I'd probably start thinking about it and get outraged with myself over how risky and irresponsible it was. And I knew I'd never be able to look at the back seat of dad's car in quite the same way again. But right then, I was just so content.

Darren's hand feathered through my hair and he dropped a light kiss on my forehead. We stayed like that for a while, before I started to get worried about us sticking together (not to mention dad's upholstry) and I reluctantly plied myself off him to dig around for some rag-on-a-roll dad kept in the car.

Darren smiled sleepily at me as I cleaned us up. We both redressed ourselves and checked the back seat for any evidence of our activities. Once satisfied I dragged Darren over for a lingering kiss, our last kiss before we had to get out of the car, get back into the car, and set off home.

Daz cranked the radio and sang the whole way home. I even joined in sometimes. And for once I was glad I lived in the sticks, cos it took that much longer to get back, so I had that much more time with my boyfriend.

At least I hope he's my boyfriend. I reckon we've earnt the title, haven't we?