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The Miserably Hot Spacesuit Incident
by Sunhawk and Savage Vampire
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Darren lounged long-haired in a weird blue spacesuit, sitting a little tensely under the bright photo lights. His grey eyes are wide with a look of slight bewilderment, his glossed lips left slightly open. He carefully licks them and ducks his head, long black strands falling into his face as he wonders if he really wants to be in photos at all.
"Daniel," he calls plaintively, "Please come on the set, i'm scared of the lights!"
Daniel enters the room, also wearing a very similiar style blue spacesuit outfit as his partner. His mop of blond locks are tinted to a darker shade, which involuntarily accentuated his grey-green eyes, making them appear penetrative. Visible yet thin eyeliner had been applied around those piercing eyes. Darren stared at his photogenically smooth face, thanks to clever makeup tricks - covering very blemish and flaw on his skin.
"Hmmmmm, so what does to feel like to be pampered as superstars?" he giggled, smoothing his carefully gelled hair.
Darren pouted slightly and pulled up his knees, idly tapping the top of his bare foot with a single finger.
"I'm soo hooot in this spacesuit thing Dan." he complained, trying not to whine. Daniel grinned at the childish tone and gracefully ambled over to the strange couch Darren was on top of. He stretched out and leaned back on his elbows, giving Darren a look that wasn't very sympathetic. The material of the suits reminded one of leather as they creaked when Daniel leaned back, causing the fabric to stretch tight ever so slightly over his lean chest.
"Then undo the zippers a little Daz, that's what they're for silly." Daniel replied, mock-leering at Darren.
Just then, the photographer entered the room. Darren straightened up and ignored the discomfort as much as he could. He simply wanted the shoot to be over and done with as quickly as possible.
"Alright boys, you ready?" the photographer asked crisply as he took out his equipment.
"Yep," the duo both murmured at the same time as they lazily got up. It was getting rather warm in the room.
Darren stood in the centre in front of the pure white backdrop. The camera was immediately directed in front of him. Inwardly he made himself relaxed as he always did for any photo shoot - he learnt that the camera never lied so any pretense on his part would surely show in the pictures.
Daniel carefully stood a little behind his partner and quickly smoothed his outfit once more before focussing his gaze towards the camera. He licked his lips and slightly cocked his head to one side. Posing.
click click
After a couple of shots the camera man paused and straightened up, looking at the duo with a faintly frustrated expression.
"I can't get you both in, one of you is too tall." he said with a pointed look in Daniel's direction. Daniel just looked back at him mildly and put his hands on slim hips. Darren just looked confused.
"Soooo?" Darren asked, dragging out the "o" with pursed lips, which looked almost ready for a kiss.
"So move closer!" the photographer exclaimed, the "you idiots" left hanging unsaid but felt in the air. Darren and Daniel shared a look, then shrugged and obliging shifted over, with Daniel nearly-automatically moving behind Darren.
Click click.
Click click.
Darren slightly looked down to the floor, then demurely peered from under his lashes towards the flash. He licked his lips to moisten them and looked a little to the right, parting his mouth a little. Widening his eyes as he lazily turned his gaze towards the camera. He knew the fans loved his little-boy-lost look.
Daniel, who was directly behind him, shifted closer and stared at the lenses. The flashes momentarily blinded him but after a while his eyes adjusted and had gotten used to it. He lowered his head just a little and narrowed his intense eyes, his gaze probing deeper and deeper for all the world to see. As the camera continued clicking away, he also widened his eyes with a most innocent expression - ah, how he knew to play games with the camera too.
Darren stood as still as he could, feeling like a little porcilean figure, even though the tempurature seemed to be rising by the minute. The bright lights were beginning to burn him, and Daniel's close proximity behind him wasn't helping. Gods, he could almost feel the heat pulsing off Daniel, being warm-blooded as he was.
Darren swallowed and wished for a bottle of water, nice and cool on his generous lips. Darren realized he could feel a drop of sweat slowly trickling down his cheek; pausing, then sliding down his smooth pale neck. He almost wished he could lick it, he was that in need of a drink.
When the photographer stopped to change film, Darren slumped slightly onto the couch and panted a few times before he could stop himself. Daniel just looked at him curiously.
The raven-haired singer wiped his brow, careful not to smudge the cake of makeup there. Ick. Sure concealer can make your skin as smooth as glass, but sweat and makeup do not make a very pretty mix. He tersely flicked a lock of hair behind his ear which had come over his right eye.
"Are we nearly done yet?" he asked, trying not to whine.
"Just a few more," the photographer mumbled as he started to adjust the stand once again.
Darrren looked over to his bandmate, who was watching him with mild amusement.
"What?" he asked, irritated. Inside his suit, he was boiling. Damn the Australian summer heat.
"Tsk tsk, my dear Darren. Patience is a virtue."
"I'm so hot!"
"Yes, I'm sure the fans know that too."
Darren rolled his eyes and looked towards the photographer once again. Daniel... can be too calm for his own good sometimes.
"Boys, just a few more shots, okay?" The photographer had the camera ready in his hand. "Let's make 'em good ones!"
Sighing, Darren reluctantly got up and sauntered his way in front of the backdrop once again.
Darren stood up and ran a hand through his long hair, strands twisting sinously as he pulled his fingers by. Stepping back behind him, Daniel leaned forward and put his head near Darren's ear.
"I'm boiling too, if it's any comfort." Daniel murmured in an amused but tolerant tone, his words tickling Darren's ear. The singer repressed a giggle and squirmed, a smile spreading quickly across his face. Daniel chuckled.
"There, that's a better expression Daz." came the smug comment from the guitarist. Darren rolled his eyes a bit and his smile grew impish. He waited until the last possbile second, as the photographer was pressing the shutter, and turned his expression back to scared. Darren turned back to Daniel, new expression still on his face, and pretended to whimper.
Daniel laughed and called his bluff.
"Scared Darren? Want me to give a big hug?" Daniel teased, wraggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Darren looked so adorable with his 'scared' expression playing on his face, that Daniel couldn't help but giggle as he reached out to pinch his cheeks. The singer smirked and grabbed his hand.
"No thank you. I'm very hot and sweaty underneath this thing I'm wearing and I'm sure you are too."
Before the guitarists could make a smart reply, the photograper barked: "Boys! Last one now. I want it to be one of you two both smiling, since all the others seem too serious. Come on, show us your pearly whites!"
Daniel decided this time he would sit on one of those cyber-like chairs. He walked over to them and plonk himself down, already feeling the sweat sticking to his back like glue. Ick. And isn't this a professional photo shoot? Shouldn't there be air-conditioners in the room, for God's sake? He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, lost in thought.
Darren stood close behind him as he stared down at the golden gleam of the guitarist's mop of hair. The photographer was still fiddling around a bit with the lights. A mischievious idea was forming in his head. Very slowly, he lowered himself until he was just behind Daniel's head. He moved closer until his lips were directly in his right ear. Then, taking a deep breath, he screamed: "BLOODY MURDER!"
With a strangled cry, Daniel was up in the air in a second. His eyes were dazed and wide and he was clutching his thumping heart. Then, as silence once again descended, he turned his head and looked at the hysterical culprit lying soundlessly on the floor.
"What the..."
Darren was helpless with mirth.
In an instant, Daniel had pinned himself on top of him as the gasping singer struggled to control himself.
"God, you could have given me a stroke!" he hissed, trying not to laugh but failing.
"Heheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeee!!" was all Darren could breath.
Suddenly there was a flash and both men stopped instantly. The photographer had his camera triumphantly in his hand and he was grinning at them.
"Perfect lads! I could sell this one to 'Who Weekly' for a nice price too!"
Daniel turned pale while Darren simply clutched his sides once again with laughter.
"Oh no, you are NOT going to embarrass us like this..."
Daniel lunged for the photographer, and he must have had a murderous look in his eyes for the man gulped, dropped the camera and fled the room without a look back. Picking up the battered peice of photography, Daniel turned around to find Darren still on the floor, giggling madly.
Rolling his eyes, Daniel started to fiddle with the back of the camera.
"Wait," Darren panted suddenly "don't expose the film or we'll have to do the whole shoot again!" Daniel froze and considered, remembering just how hot their suits still were. He grimaced.
"Well, what do you propose we do, little laughing boy?" Daniel said sarcastically, walking over to poke Darren in the chest. Darren giggled again and stuck his tongue out at Daniel, who pretended to exclaim in disgust.
An idea suddenly sparked in Daniel's mind. With the camera still in his hand, he looked through the lenses and clicked the button.
Click!
A shot of Darren with his pink tongue sticking out, like a 5 year old begging his mummy for a sweet.
Immediately Darren was horrified.
"Daniel! You can't play around with his camera like that!"
Daniel simply poked his stomach again in reply. "Watch me." And he proceeded to take a couple more pictures of Darren lying on the floor, still holding his sides, looking very dazed and flustered indeed.
"Dan, he's going to be back! And mad too!" Darren whispered frantically. He didn't want them to get into any trouble. Daniel chuckled good-humouredly and this time prodded the singer with his foot.
"Ouch! That hurt you know!"
Click!
A shot of Darren holding his stomach with a scowl on his face. Too too cute.
"Bet Leonie and Carla, along with the fans, would love to see you like this, Dazza." he giggled as he continued snapping away.
Darren gave Daniel a non-plussed look, which the guitarist immediatly took a picture of. Growling, Darren scrambled up and made a grab for the camera. Daniel grinned wide and pulled it out of his grasp.
"Nya, Nya Daz, yooouu can't haaave it!" he taunted, skipping away backwards, looking like some sort of strange alien in that pale blue suit.
"Gimme gimme gimme!" Darren shouted, giving chase as Daniel ran around, behind and sometimes on top of the strange space-furnature.
It was doomed from the start to tragedy, seeing as Daniel was watching Darren more than where he was going. All it took was one wrong step and Daniel found himself tripping over a black chair and ending up sprawled on the white floor.
Darren managed a yelp of startlement before tripping over Daniel and crashing into him, camera flying out of reach from the impact. The guitarist saw stars as the breath got knocked out of him, Darren was heavy, darn it.
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Everything was flashing before him, just as the camera was five minutes ago. For a few seonds Daniel felt light and numb at the first shock of impact then gradually a throbbing ache was felt coursing through every joint of his body.
He squinted and tried to open his eyes. The light above overhead was too bright.
Moaning, he shifted under Darren's weight, which was bearing him down. "Daz, get the hell off me!"
Darren slowly opened his eyes and made a sound that sounded like a muttered curse. He suddenly found himself only centimetres away from his bandmate's bemused face, his long lashes almost touching the blond man's cheek.
"Eh? What happened Dan?" His whispered words so close to Daniel's face caused the blond man to close his eyes.
Daniel winced in discomfort. "Dar-ren, could you please get off me first and then I'll tell you? I am in agony under your weight."
"Ha-ha." the singer scoffed, clearly annoyed by the remark and moved off his sprawled body.
Daniel remained lying down and groaned. "Owwww, I think I might have cracked my skull..."
"Come off it, you pussycat," and with that, Darren promptly grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
"Who's the macho man now, eh?"
Daniel glared back at him. "Hey, at least I didn't shriek like a girl as you did!"
His partner simply fluttered his lashes. "Ouch. Should I be insulted?"
Before either of them could say another word, the door opened and the nervous looking photographer came back in again. He took one look of the overturned chairs and tables in the room, glanced at the duo, hastily grabbed his camera then quickly rushed out again.
Darren and Daniel both looked at each other and began to laugh hysterically again.
Chuckling and looking around the room, Daniel realized that the photo shoot was probably over. Certainly it looked like that frightened photographer was not planning on returning, not after he'd snatched his precious camera.
"Well Darren, we've managed to frighten the hired help, make a mess of the room and bruise ourselves silly. I'd say our work is done." Daniel said in a satisfied tone, pretending to dust off his hands.
Darren tried to keep a straight face and frown at Daniel but a giggle escaped him before he could get his hand over his mouth. Daniel patted the singer on a pale blue shoulder and gestured towards the dressing room.
"How bout we finally get out of these bloody suits that are cooking us alive?"
Darren nodded in earnest agreement
"Ugh, yes. If we can ever get them off, i think mine has been glued to my back from sweat. Oh bother!"
"Oh i can help ya with that!" Daniel said with a leer so exagerated is was almost comical, and Darren had to hold his sides again as Daniel pushed him towards the dressing room.
"In! In! Lazy space boy, we don't have all day!"
Darren tried to turn around and stick out his tongue but Daniel kept pushing.
"Ack, cut it out, you big bully!"
"Shhh, you wimp!"
"Meanie!"
"Pansy!"
With an evil glint in his eye, Daniel held on to Darren's shaking shoulders and firmly planted his form against the wall. Darren was choking mercilessly with silent laughter.
"Dan-Dan!" the singer gasped as he clutched his sides once again. He was laughing so hard, he could barely make out the words. "What are you planning to do to me this time?!"
Daniel's lips curled to another one of his famous seductive grins. "Now wouldn't a thousand girls absolutely kill to be in my position at this very moment, hey?" He pressed Darren harder, a most comical expression on his face.
It was all Darren could do to keep from bursting with laughter once again. He withered and giggled.
"And you know it." An exaggerated pout which had so charmed millions.
"You little princess, you!"
Darren stuck his tongue out and pulled away from his grasp. "Let's get out of these. We have an interview in half an hour." He ran his hand through his 'spidery' hair and looked at it. "Ick. Waaay too much gel. What a day - prancing around in girly makeup and acting like space oddities - I just wanna go home."
Daniel chuckled as he watched Darren skip off as if he hadn't a care in the world. The guitarist shook his head and followed him into the dressing room.
He paused for a moment to look over the strange set they had be placed on, the shiny chairs and appliances, the almost blindingly-pale colors. Who choose these things anyway? Daniel had to admit they looked pretty good in those suits, but he wasn't sure the heat had been worth it. Too much heat!
Mentally shrugging his shoulders, Daniel turned back around and strolled in the dressing room, where Darren was already fumbling with and cursing at his zipper. The tall lad rolled his eyes until he could see the gleaming blond strands of his hair.
"Here, you goose, let me help you out or we'll never leave!" he exclaimed, exasperated, as he pulled the
dressing room door closed, leaving behind the empty photoshoot room that was now as silent as could be.
~THE END~
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