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Birthday Prezzies
by Lau
Author's Note: Rating: NC-17, this is total pwp, written for the one year
anniversary of A Deeper Meaning!
Disclaimers: Don’t own em, never will, wish i did. Don’t
sue, imitation is the highest form of compliment. Happy
Birthday, Darren.
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After a final rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday To You,”
the men of Savage Garden slammed back down their shot
glasses and burst into cheers. Darren’s world swam and he
steadied himself on the table as he stood. He glanced at his
watch and back at the group.
“Guys, I’m gonna crash. No practice tomorrow...I’m gonna
need to sleep this off,” he said, lying through his teeth. He
wasn’t nearly as drunk as he wished he could be.
Ben, Lee, and Karl cheered his decision with another round
of shots, while Dan nodded sharply at him and hoisted up
out of his seat. “I’m gonna turn in, too. Wouldn’t want to
wake you up coming in later.”
~*~*~
Darren stared at his hotel bed angrily. He hated it. He
wanted his own fluffy pillow, his own paint job, his own
books on his own shelf by his own window. Was this
fame? Sacrificing your identity to Styrofoam blankets,
single serving mints, single serving shampoo, single serving
conditioner, single serving pats of butter and single serving
sugar in one cup of coffee? And ever since his separation,
he had been living a single serving life. He missed the
human contact, the comfort of rolling over and finding
another body next to him.
Toeing off his shoes and stripping down quicker than usual,
he slid between the cold starched sheets.
Then he heard something from Dan’s room. He slid
through the darkness of the hotel room to the connecting
door between his room and Dan’s, and pulled it slightly
ajar.
After his eyes had finished adjusting to the dark that their
rooms shared, Darren realized with a shock that his friend
was naked, sprawled on top of the bed. Darren felt guilty,
felt that he should move, but couldn’t. He slid down to the
floor, leaning against the wall slightly, his eyes locked to
Dan’s body.
When Dan started stroking himself, Darren still didn’t
move. A shaft of city light bounced in through the window
to rest across the bed, almost a spotlight for Dan’s activity.
Dan continued sliding his hand along his hard cock, some
sort of lubricant shining in the artificial light. The
glimmering caught Darren’s eye, and he felt himself
hardening. His hand went involuntarily to his crotch, and
he realized with a start that he was watching his
friend...another man, for Christ sake, do some-
“Oh God, Darren,” interrupted his thoughts. He whipped
his head around to spot Daniel again, afraid he’d been
caught, and even more aroused that when he found that he
hadn’t been. Dan, his best friend, jacking off right next
door, pretending it was him? Fantasy after fantasy began
spilling into Darren’s head as he let his fingernails scrape
along his turgid shaft before continuing his stroking.
Daniel’s hips were rising to meet his rhythm now, toes
curling and the muscles in his thighs straining as his knees
came up to spread his legs farther. He added a second
hand, slowly inserting his index finger into his hole,
moaning at the contact.
Darren bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep in his sighs.
Those breathy moans that felt so right on stage would
definitally alert his friend now. The heat in his abdomen
swiftly turned into a fire as he watched Daniel begin his
acent.
Seconds later Daniel’s body gave one last sharp jolt and he
spilled his seed all over the hotel comforter. It was all
Darren needed to cum all over his hand. He let out a
strangled moan and let his head thunk against the wall.
Silence. Then:
“Darren?”
Daniel was sitting up, one lanky leg sprawled out, the other
crooked at the knee. Darren didn’t say anything, held his
breath.
“Dazza? Happy Birthday.”
Darren broke into a grin and pulled the door back.
“Anything left to unwrap, Dan?”
FIN
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