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Magic Moments
By Sunhawk
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*Ring ring ring! Ring ring ri-*
"Hello?"
"Is it ready yet??"
"No Danny, it is not ready yet, I told you I would phone you when it was!"
"Oh. Ok." *click*
*** a much too short time later**
*Ring ring ring! ring ring ri-*
"Hello?"
"Is it ready NOW??"
"Oh my god Daniel, I SAID I would phone when it is ready!! Just a little while longer!"
"But you said it would be ready by noon!"
"Yes, but I also didn't know that you would be phoning me every 5 minutes to ask if it's ready! I cannot check the pool out AND answer the phone at the same time!"
"...Oh."
"Now I'm going to go finish looking, and it's not as easy as the last time; at least the jello was transparent! So no more phoning me, promise?"
"....."
"PROMISE??"
".....*sigh* Ok fine."
"Good." *click**
*** 2 minutes later ***
*Ring ring ring! Ring ring ri-* *sound of telephone being thrown across the room* *CRASH*
"......Oh crap. Now he's gonna come check in PERSON!"
*sound of Darren hurrying*
******
Darren stepped back and regarded his handiwork with pride - the cement around the pool was perfectly spotless, all remains of powder and spilt water carefully cleaned away. He tossed a stray broom into its tiny shed at the back of the backyard, then turned and smiled at the pool glinting cheerfully in the afternoon sun. It wasn't quite as hot out as the last time he had used his pool, but it made it a lot easier for what was in the pool to....set.
Darren was about to bend over and take a last taste-test when he was interrupted by the sound of frantic pounding on his door. Rolling his eyes, Darren abandoned the backyard and waltzed back into his house, quickly jogging down hallways to the front door. He was afraid that if he didn't hurry, Daniel was going to knock down the door, the frame and probably the house with it.
The golden oak swung open with a faint creak as Darren turned the knob, revealing a panicky Daniel leaning against the doorframe and panting with exertion, his lean chest heaving and his tanned face shiny with sweat.
"Why hello Daniel, fancy seeing you here." Darren said serenely, grinning at Daniel's condition. The guitarist blinked a few times and tried to wipe some sweat off his golden brow, looking suddenly self-concious.
"I (pant) tried to (pant) phone you and (pant) then your (pant) phone died and I thought (pant) maybe you were trying to (pant) hog the whole pool - I mean I thought (pant) you were in trouble!" Daniel looked stricken at his slip of the tongue, fearfully watching Darren for signs of anger.
"Really! I was concerned for YOU!" He hurriedly added. Darren laughed and rolled his eyes again.
"Right. Concerned for me in the same way little kids care for the ice cream man." Darren smirked and Daniel tried to look hurt.
"....Can I come in Darren? Please? I want to see it!"
Darren pretended to consider.
"Wellll, though you don't really seem interested, perhaps I could let you in....but I'm sure that I would be just boring you, after all I have been babbling in your ear about this all week..."
Daniel looked like he was about to have a heart attack, his eyes wide and his face pale. And he was actually beginning to shake, his lower lip trembling like a 5 year old's.
"Please??"
Darren made a face.
"Of course, of course! Come in before you die on my front porch or something! I *don't* want to have to explain that one to the neighbors. Geez Daniel, and I thought *I* was obsessive!"
"I'm *not* obsessed!" Daniel shot back automatically. Darren shook his head sadly.
"Oh right, what was I thinking, a million apologies, oh sugar junkie."
Daniel brushed past Darren and into the house, making a face back at Darren as he went by.
"So what *did* happen to your phone?"
"....Long story."
*****
It was the most beautiful thing Daniel had ever seen. It lay before them in that cement mold ever so carefully cleaned, a glistening pool of lush velvety brown that beckoned to him. Called to him in a sweet siren-song of temptation. And, oh was he ever tempted.
"Pudddddddiiiinnnggggggg..." Daniel purred in a tone of complete lust, eagerly licking his lips. Darren turned and regarded him with an eyebrow quirked upward, as he did often these days.
"Not obsessed eh?"
"Quiet. You are ruining my moment of triumph."
"Triumph over what? Dessert? Sara Lee?"
Daniel ignored him, edging closer towards the chocolatey goo. It rippled like sleek satin, and Daniel's mouth watered as he imagined how it would taste, how it would melt in his mouth and leave him saturated with chocolate goodness. Just a little further and he could be in....
"Oh no you don't!" Darren's stern tone interrupted Daniel's dreamy state, as he felt Darren's hand firmly gripping his shoulder, and the guiarist realized he was perilously close to toppling into the pool.
"First things first, mate. You simply cannot go in there fully clothed my friend."
Daniel pouted and glanced yearningly at the brown dessert waiting for him.
"Whyyyy? Such a delay! I want it nooowww!" He whined, trying to get around Darren. Darren laughed and rebuked his efforts with an easy hand.
"Well, one: it's not sanitary-"
"That didn't stop you with the jello!"
"Don't interupt. Two: you will totally RUIN your clothes, seeing as chocolate is a stubborn stainer, and I rather love you in that shirt you are wearing, so it has to go."
Daniel settled at that, giving Darren a long look. Then he sighed and nodded reluctantly.
"You have a point. I like this shirt too. Alright, is it swimming trunks again?"
"Unless you care to skinny dip?" Darren replied coyly, giving Daniel a purposely suggestive look.
".....Um, we did that last time."
"No, Daniel Jones, I *believe* you just stole my trunks and wouldn't give them back."
".....Oh. Um, well, let's skip that idea anyway, what would the neighbors think?" Darren cracked up at Daniel's quip, remembering his earlier comment when Daniel was panting at his door.
"Right you are. So come on, let's go upstairs and get out of these clothes." Darren said airily. Daniel grinned wide and gestured for Darren to lead the way.
******
Darren swore later that he had never seen two men get undressed so quickly. Daniel shucked his garments at warp speed, with Darren rushing to keep up and not trip over his own growing sprawl of clothes on the floor. In a matter of moments Daniel started to bolt out of Darren's room, his eyes alight with unholy passion and hyperactivity.
"Daniel!!"
The guitarist paused, slowing just outside the room and looking back at Darren.
"Yeah?"
"Aren't you forgetting a little something?"
"No....what?"
Darren playfully fluttered a familiar bit of cloth festooned with large lightning bolts.
"And unless you are changing your mind and taking me up on my skinny dip offer...."
Daniel quickly looked down at himself and paled, then flushed a deep crimson that, from what Darren could see, went all the way down. Darren could not resist a long, sultry chuckle, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement.
Resolutely looking at the floor, Daniel shot out his arm and presented his palm to Darren.
"Please give me the swimming trucks." Daniel said quietly, his voice a study of neutrality, his expression unreadable.
"Don't you want to get a nice even tan, Danny?" Darren teased, enjoying this moment to the hilt. Daniel merely kept silent and shook his hand in an impatient manner, virtually demanding the trunks.
"And someone has been keeping in shape I see." Darren couldn't resist adding, and was rewarded with the sight of Daniel blushing, right down to his feet. The singer positively chortled, then took pity on the guitarist, tossing the trunks his way. Daniel snatched them up and yanked them on as fast as he could, still not looking at Darren.
"Oh don't be that way, Daniel. It's nothing i haven't seen before, after all we *did* live together in that tiny apartment remember?" Darren grinned wide, and Daniel finally lost his strange expression, giving Darren an exasperated look.
"Well. You've had your fun, Darren." Daniel replied smoothly "Now it's my turn. RACE YA!"
He was already halfway down the stairs before Darren registered what he had said.
"Hey! That's no fair!" Darren exclaimed, giving chase to the lean body sprinting towards the back door.
Darren barely got down the stairs before Daniel had flung himself out the backdoor and right back outside, where golden sunlight glinted off his equally golden hair. And he wasn't slowing his pace one aota as he hurtled towards the awaiting pool of chocolate pudding. Darren blanched and tried to speed up and somehow beat Daniel. But he sensed that he hadn't the slightest chance against a determined, chocolate-crazed guitarist.
"Danny, no! Wait for me, dammit!"
Oblivious to Darren's panicked shouting, Daniel reached the pool's edge and sprung his tawny form into the air without a moment's pause, his tanned body seeming to float for an indefinite amount of time. Blond hair rippling from the breeze, he pulled his slim limbs towards his equally slim body and tucked himself into a large, spherical shape.
"CANNNOONNNNNBAAAAALLLLLLL!!....."
*KER-SPLOOOT!*
Darren froze at the backdoor frame as he watched Daniel quickly slide and dissapear under the smooth surface of the pudding, which slide over top until it looked like nothing had happened at all.
"Oh...my...God..." Darren suddenly burst into giggles and laughed so hard that he went limp. His knees buckled and he slumped down the doorframe's plastic edge, eyes tearing from the force of his laughter.
"And just *what* is so funny?"
Darren opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Daniel's voice. One look at Daniel's completely besmeared appearance and he totally lost it again. Daniel crossed his arms and sighed patiently as Darren collapsed on the floor, laughing like one possessed until all he could do was wheeze.
"Are you quite finished yet?" Daniel asked in a rather eye-rolling manner. Trying to get some semblance of control back, Darren sat up and wiped some stray tears from his grey eyes, grinning in Daniel's direction.
"Ohhh, if I had only installed a mirror by the pool's edge Dan, then you'd be on the floor too."
Now Daniel really did roll his eyes.
"Really! You look like a mole!" Darren insisted, his grinning becoming mocking.
*Actually, he looks more like some sort of earthy sprite...what are they called?...a brownie! Yeah, that's it!*
Daniel frowned and narrowed his eyes at Darren, while the singer stood up and ambled towards the chocolate-covered guitarist.
"Are you comparing me to a *rodent?*" He asked quietly. Darren took a minute to look Daniel over again. The blond man wasn't even blond anymore, his hair was the same brown as the pudding, and it stuck out at odd angles. Daniel's skin was also covered, but in thin layers that tended to let his golden skin show through here and there. Only his eyes were unchanged, their emerald tones glittering in a dangerous manner.
*He looks more like a brown panther than anything else* Of course, Darren didn't say this out loud.
"Hey, you said it, not me." The singer replied slyly "No, really, it looks very becoming on you!"
Daniel snorted and tapped his fingers idly on his crossed arm, making little dots of clean flesh appear underneath.
"Yeah, becoming I'm sure," He said flatly, moving closer to Darren.
*Uh-Oh..*
"Let's see how it becomes YOU!" Daniel's hands snaked out like lightning and gripped Darren's ankle before he could do anything more but squeak. A wicked grin spread across Daniel's face and the next thing Darren knew, a sea of brown was rushing up to greet him.
*Why, hellloooo chocolate...*
*SPLASH!*
Darren felt the pudding slip over top of him as Daniel let his iron grip loosen and fall away. The sun rapidly faded into wet darkness as he sunk deeper into the opaque goo, faint sloshing noises marking his passing. It was so different from jello, from *water*, that Darren let himself just drift for a long moment in the lightless sea of chocolate. Then he decided a little air was in order. Darren started to paddle forward and grope blindingly towards what he thought was up.
*That had better BE up...uh oh...*
The singer had a momentary panic attack as he became disoriented in the murkiness, thrashing about and trying not to gasp his precious air out of his suddenly straining lungs. For a second he thought himself lost forever, then his hand met with startling emptiness and Darren writhed in that direction, bursting through the pudding's surface with remarkable force, panting and eyes wide.
He blinked, then realized that Daniel was watching him with an alarmed expression.
"You ok, mate?"
Darren managed a weak grin.
"Yeah, just got a little...uh..lost."
Daniel chuckled and shook his head, causing little drops of pudding to hit his browned shoulders. His expression indicated that he thought Darren was just acting in a typical Darren manner. Darren in turn made a face and tried to resist acting in a way he knew was *really* Darren-ish.
*Oh god, listen to me, I'm actually using his terms now.*
Feeling peevish, Darren scooped up a glob of pudding and lobbed it at Daniel's unsuspecting form. It hit his cheek with a slurpy *plish!* and Darren felt a little bit better, grinning at Daniel's surprised expression.
"You didn't."
"I did. Whatcha gonna do about it?" Darren replied smugly, sticking out his tongue at Daniel and waggling his fingers at the side of his head.
"This." Darren waited for Daniel to hit him in a similar manner, but instead Daniel looked like he was going to dive under the pudding; sticking his arms in up to the shoulder. Completely curious, Darren let Daniel glide closer and by the time he had an inkling of what Daniel was up to, it was much, *much* too late.
"Oh man.." was all Darren got out before a tidal wave of pudding raced towards him, powered by a huge upward surge of Daniel's arms and hands.
*GOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!*
Once again, chocolate had invaded his senses. Darren spluttered and shook himself as he surfaced again, casting Daniel a dark look. Grinning large and covered in brown dessert, the guitarist really did look like a mischivous brownie, tricking hapless mortals.
"You are a very bad man, Daniel Jones." Darren said in a tone as dark as his look had been, pouting. Daniel's eyes glinted in a very suspicious manner.
"I'm just getting started, *Darren Hayes*"
And laughed so deviously that Darren began to get *really* worried this time.
Darren swam backwards, keeping a wary eye on Daniel as he made for the other side of the pool. Daniel merely kept grinning and watched him, treading slowly to keep his shoulders and head out of the pudding. Darren suddenly thumped against the pool's edge with a little painful knock, and he glanced at the cement with a grimace. He turned back his head just in time to catch the movement of Daniel's arm swinging and then Darren was attacked by an airborne blob. He shrieked and clawed at his face, trying to wipe away the goo before Daniel could reload his hands. But too soon he could feel pelts of many little pudding bullets hitting his pale body, like half-melted hail.
Twisting sideways, Darren exclaimed and scrambled to grab his own pudding, blindly flinging it in the direction of Daniel's smug chuckling. A few mirroring exclamations told the singer he had at least scored a hit or two on Daniel, and he smiled under his mask of chocolate.
Viciously scrapping the remaining pudding from his eyes, Darren finally regained his sight and found Daniel wiping away the splattered globs on his lean chest with a disdainful expression.
"Dan, why the face, you are *swimming* in pudding!" Darren called out incredulously.
"Yes but that pudding I *wanted* there, you have messed my carefully prepared even spreading of it." Daniel replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Darren snickered and tossed another shot Daniel's way, feeling right tickled when Daniel's expression grew harassed. Darren grabbed a double handful and tried to toss it ontop of Daniel but the guitarist squirmed out of the way at the last second, a defiant call falling from his lips.
"Is that the best you can aim, Darren?" he jeered, slashing his hand through the pudding so that it scattered rapidly in Darren's direction. Putting up his hands in defence, Darren tried to think of a way to top Daniel, watching the blond man smile at him with a self-assured look.
A light bulb practically glowed above his head as an idea came to Darren. A very *bad* idea. An idea that would cause a lot of trouble and get Daniel very, *very* mad at him. Perfect.
Darren gave Daniel a sudden, cat-whose-got-the-cream smile, a real Mona Lisa-type grin, then took a deep breath. While Daniel paused in curiosity, Darren quickly submerged himself once again into the depths of the pudding. Trusting his memory to guide him through the dark, Darren tried to make his way towards Daniel with as little dessert disturbance as possible. Daniel became apparent to him as a series of waves more felt than seen, growing stronger the more he swam in one direction. Darren pictured Daniel's strong, muscled legs churning the pudding faster and faster as his agitation over Darren's whereabouts grew.
Hoping a trickster's luck was with him, Darren edged a little closer, then shot out his hand in Daniel's direction. A sudden sensation of fabric under his fingers, he tightened his grip.
*Yank!* *Tug!* *Thrashing*
Darren's mirth escaped as murmuring bubbles as he drifted towards the surface again. He once again wiped the pudding from his face and found Daniel staring at him with a shocked expression, his complexion ashen. The guitarist's mouth opened, then shut again without a word escaping, those emerald eyes racing with many, many angry and surprised words. Darren smirked large and brought his left hand to the pudding's surface, letting the fabric in his hand land with a wet *slap!*
"Guess you are skinny dipping after all." Darren said lightly, arching his eyebrow at the still silent Daniel.
For one brief, paralyzed moment, Darren was so very sure that Daniel was going to lose his temper. He could see the fire in those green eyes, the blond man's complexion went from white to red to white again and Darren prepared for a full-out explosion.
Silence. Daniel pinned Darren down with his red-hot gaze. Then he broke into loud chuckles and grinned wide. Darren had to struggled to keep his jaw from dropping.
*And I thought **I** was unpredictable*
Daniel ran a hand through his golden hair with an easy grace, as he sunk a little lower in the pudding.
".......you ok, Daniel?" Darren ventured, wondering if Daniel had lost it. How could someone go from anger to amusement in 2 seconds flat? It had to be a trick. A ploy. But Darren wasn't going to be fooled.
Daniel laughed again and nodded, eyes now twinkling.
"You forgot something Darren; this isn't jello!"
Darren's brow scrunched in puzzlement.
"What does that mean?"
"It's opaque." Daniel replied smugly, trying to patt the chocolate surface only to have his hand sink through the unresistive dessert. "This is no different than me wearing a HUGE swimsuit."
Darren could not help but quirk an eyebrow skyward.
"I see." He commented, his tone indicating he still doubted Daniel's sanity. "Huge swimming trunks. Right."
Daniel rolled his eyes at Darren's disbelief and started to swim about languidly. He paused for a moment and then suddenly lifted his left hand out of the water to consider it; all covered in chocolate so that his skin was nut-brown.
"You know, I never *did* try this stuff."
Darren's eyes bulged.
"You're *kidding*. After ALL that fuss, you didn't even eat any yet??"
Daniel shrugged unconcernedly, still looking at his hand.
"It slipped my mind after I jumped in because I heard a *certain* hyena laughing at me." He replied offhandedly and then, without warning, lifted his hand to his face and licked the back of it in one long, near-rasping stroke, like a cat lapping up milk.
Any retort Darren had died at the sight, he was held in place with astonishment as Daniel continued to lick the pudding off his hand with every sign of enjoyment. Darren could even hear him making little sounds of pleasure under his breath, and he looked away; feeling a little like some sort of chocolate voyeur.
Tossing Daniel's shorts right out of the pool, he tried to ignore Daniel's strange behavior, instead diving under the pudding again and enjoying the feel of the velvety dessert slide over his body like a million tiny carresses. Darren pretended he was a sort of arctic seal, swimming under thick ice flows but the water was too warm a temperature for that fantasy to last long. Forgetting his earlier fear of getting lost, Darren started to spiral underpudding, arm muscles twisting him around with the help of his equally muscled legs. He was enjoying himself and got so dizzy that when he hit something with a *bump*, Darren didn't even know what had happened.
Darren let himself float to the surface, wondering if he had misjudged and hit the side. His head broke through the pudding and he wiped the chocolate from his eyes, blinking in an effort to see clearly.
And found himself nearly nose to nose with Daniel.
"Whoops." Darren muttered, as Daniel regarded him with startled surprise, his left hand cleaned completely of pudding and his right half-way done. Daniel's pupils were dialated and he licked his lips absently, still in the throes of chocolate lust.
"Uh, hey Darren."
"Hello Sugar Fiend." Darren said slyly, smiling that sexy smirk of his. Daniel blinked and his eyes finally regained some sense, so that he raised an eyebrow in a gesture echoing Darren's earlier one.
"Are you enjoying attacking my legs, or did you just pull a Ditzy Darren again?"
Darren pouted, trying to look hurt.
"You are so mean! I mean, at least *I* still have my shorts on," Darren said with that smirk back on his face "how's the pudding doing down there?"
Daniel smiled an evil smile at Darren's words.
*Oh man, that did it. Way to push him over the edge, Hayes*
Darren knew that look and desperately tried to get away, splashing pudding in Daniel's direction as he made an escape. But Daniel merely shook off the chocolate and pursued him relentlessly, cutting through the liquid like a lean, tanned shark. Darren squealed and tried to put more speed on but it wasn't long before once again he felt Daniel's hands on his waist, tightening on the fabric of his trunks.
Darren squirmed and twisted, trying to shove Daniel's hands and body away, but they slid down Daniel's chest and back into the pudding.
"Why don't you try it out, dear Darren?" Daniel purred, as Darren felt him bunch his hands.
*Yoink!*
Darren gasped and shivered, pulling away violently from Daniel and blindly away. Daniel's lips curled in a sly smile and for a brief moment his canines flash in a predatorily smug manner as he let Darren swim away.
The singer let himself sink deeper into the pudding until he was up to it to his neck, then turned to glare at Daniel with a frazzled, outraged look. Daniel waggled Darren's stolen trunks at him in reply, giggling under his breath; Darren looked so flustered.
"Oh come on Dazza, I grabbed your shorts off ya last time without you blushing like a maiden fair!" Daniel called out laughingly, wraggling his eyebrows lavishly at Darren's expense. Darren muttered something under his breath. Daniel grinned and lightly asked.
"What was that, eh?"
Darren scrowled at him, eyes throwing daggers among other things.
"I said," he replied, teeth partly clenched "That the last time you grabbed my trunks you did NOT tweak me afterwards!" His voice nearly cracked halfway through, as his cheeks reddened very cutely. Daniel adopted a look of unfailing innocence.
"I did nothing of the sort!"
"Daniel!!!" Now Darren's voice *did* crack.
"You have nothing on me Darren Hayes, for my heart is pure." Daniel replied solemnly.
"Yeah, pure. Pure *what*, I'm not sure." Darren growled loudly. Daniel sniffed and tossed Darren's trunks in the direction of his own. Getting a hold of himself, Darren resolutely ignoring any lower, possibly painful, throbbing and swam like he hadn't a care in the world. Daniel copied him and soon they were lazily swimming 'round, Daniel's teasing seemingly forgotten.
But oh, it wasn't. Not by a long shot. Darren was merely waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. No one messes around with Darren Hayes' pride like that.
*Heh heh heh...* Darren's mind murmured in a voice of pure evil.
"So have *you* tried the pudding yet?" Daniel's curious voice interupted his planning and Darren blinked at the guitarist.
"Uh, not yet actually."
"No?? Why were you bugging *me* for not having any then?"
"Hey, I'm not the person who phoned me 6 times today then just about knocked down my door to get to the pudding."
Daniel made a face at Darren and splashed him playfully with some dabblings of pudding. Darren grabbed a quick handful of chocolate in turn and slurped it up, eyes thoughtful as he smacked his lips.
"Not bad."
"What, no 'undercurrents'?" Daniel said, leering at Darren. The singer snorted.
"Not that I can taste, it's so overloaded with chocolate!"
"That it is," Daniel sighed dreamily, his face blissful "Except, there is only one way to test that for sure..."
Darren looked puzzled, not catching Daniel's drift though he was sure he really should. Daniel tilted his head, grinned wickedly, then whipped his head forward. Before Darren had a chance to react, Daniel had rasped his tongue from the middle of Darren's chest to his collarbone. Darren shrieked and pudding went everywhere in a turbulent bout of splashing.
Eventually Darren ended up with his back pressed against the edge of the pool as he gripped the cement, panting hard and looking at Daniel with hot eyes.
Daniel smirked once more, a look that had never really left his face since he jumped into the pool.
"Nope, no undercurrent."
Darren narrowed his near-glowing grey-blues and muttered under his breath murderously.
*You are going to pay, Daniel. Pay and pay **dearly**. That was MY gag!*
"Hardly an original joke, was it now Danny?" Darren said airily, moving away from his death-grip on the wall like he hadn't been trembling with emotion a few moments earlier, many of those emotions white-hot.
"Yeah, but was it ever delicious!" Daniel crowed around a mouthful of pudding, slowly slurping it down.
"Was it now? I wouldn't know since you just ever so rudely stole MY pudding right off MY body!" Darren replied tartly. Daniel shrugged unconcernedly as he carefully swallowed, using his index finger to catch a stray trail of chocolate slowly creeping down his chin from his besmirched lips. Darren's eyes narrowed even furthur, but this time in speculation, as he noticed that Daniel's mouth seemed pretty full for someone who had just gotten one lick, no matter how long.
"Why not juff 'ick up some *new* 'udding, not like we are lacking!" Daniel said slowly, trying to not let anymore pudding escape his full mouth, and an *especially* naughty idea blossomed in Darren's head. It was going to be a Masterpiece of mischief and a little voice in Darren's mind laughed gleefully.
"You know what? That isn't good enough for me." Darren replied in that same airy tone as Daniel wobbled by, looking at him funny.
"So wha 'ou 'onna 'o in'ead?"
"Take what is mine." Darren replied smugly and lunged for Daniel while the guitarist froze like a deer in the headlights. He crashed into Daniel with a near-bruising impact, chest against chest, as the singer crushed his lips against Daniel's like lightning striking.
Darren's mouth open slightly, Daniel's shocked emerald gaze blazed then fluttered, and the pool was unearthly still except for a very faint sucking sound, a slow hiss.
Then the pudding exploded into a fury of motion, an outraged shriek and suddenly Daniel was on the other side of the pool, mimicking a breathless, angry-eyed pose that Darren had assumed earlier. Darren chuckled in a low voice, licking up a stray drop of recovered chocolate while Daniel bit his tenderized bottom lip until it shone white.
"I think it's time to get out of the pool." Daniel said, his tone a little uneven as he glared at Darren.
"Can't take the heat eh Danny?" Darren mocked, while Daniel rolled his eyes.
"I've..had enough of pudding."
Darren's eyes went wide in incredulousness, and he dramatically put his brown hand over his equally brown heart.
"Daniel Jones - tired of *chocolate*?? Has the world gone mad?? Are you sure you are feeling alright?"
Daniel snorted in disgust as he drifted over to the pool's half-submerged ladder. The guitarist gripped the sides of the metal, then paused for a long moment as a thought seemed to strike him.
"What, afraid to leave your big protective and concealing "trunks", Danny?" Darren called out, leering as he swam around.
"No, Mr.Funny-no-trunks-either, I was *trying* to remember where you flung mine!"
"Over there, over there!" Darren said impatiently, pointing to the other side of the pool.
"Are you coming?"
"Eh?"
"Coming! Are you coming out with me?" Daniel repeated with some of Darren's impatient tone.
"...Nahh...gonna stay in here and...relax...yeah..."
Daniel shrugged. "Suit yourself."
"Nope, that's what you're gonna do." Darren laughed and Daniel rolled his eyes again.
Darren carvoted around the pool, feeling keyed up and in need of some fun. He caught sight of Daniel's brown-covered backside and found the target too much to resist. Darren scooped up one last handful of pudding, took careful aim and let the glob fly through the air, hitting Daniel right square in...
THE END!
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