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Fic: The Cost (At Any Cost Sequel)
Wow with a whole day to spare too. I really didn't think I was going to pull it off, but hey look at that - my first slash in like 7 years WOO! Somehow strangely fitting that my first fic back in the game should be a sequel to my first SG fic ever. A lot of people said this one needed a sequel. Here it is.
Fandom: Savage Garden
Type: slash
Rating: NC-17 all over the place
Pairing: Darren/Daniel
Summary: Sequel to At Any Cost What happened after Darren left Daniel's room on that fateful night of revelations and heartbreak? Follows on immediately after At Any Cost so it might be good to check that one first unless you have a really good memory or something.
I am numb.
I am standing outside Daniel’s house. The street before me is a blur, as seen through my tear clouded eyes.
I step off the curb and feel the roughness of bitumen beneath my bare feet. I didn’t even stop to put my shoes on. Too late now. For a lot of things.
Climbing into my car, the door slams closed, shutting out the noises of outside, placing me in a cocoon. Suddenly my laboured breathing is so much louder. It all starts to crash home. What I’ve done. What I know. What I’ve destroyed. An image of Michelle’s anguished face flashes in my mind. I force it away, only to have it replaced by Daniel’s face, his lips kiss-swollen, his hair mussed, his eyes shining with joy and love.
Of its own volition my hand starts to reach for the door release and I fight an overwhelming urge to go back inside and find him, kiss him, love him. Damn the consequences.
Get it together Hayes.
I place two trembling hands on the steering wheel as firmly as I can muster, take two long steadying breaths and turn on the ignition.
My vision is still blurry as I pull away from the kerb, the pinpoints of light from streetlamps starring prettily, the shadows of the street around me jumbled and shifting. I imagine I can see a tall figure in my rear vision mirror run out into the street as I drive away. I can almost hear him calling my name. I keep driving.
I arrive home to my darkened house. My bare feet whisper soundless across the floorboards. I head straight for my bed and crawl inside, not even bothering to undress.
I close my eyes and wait for oblivion to swallow me. I don’t get what I want. All I see is Daniel. The look on his face when he first entered the bedroom. The sensual curve of his neck as he kissed down my body. The press of his chest against mine. The firmness and gentleness of his touch. The heat of his kiss.
I bury my face in the pillow with a moan. I really am a basket case.
I remain that way for what could be minutes or hours, until I am startled to consciousness by the sound of my doorbell ringing. My mind in a haze, I drag myself upright and stagger to the front door on barely stable legs. When I open the door there is only one person I expect to see on the other side. I am not disappointed.
Daniel stands on my doorstep, the porch light casting a golden halo on his hair and I’m not prepared for the strength of my reaction to him. All the fuzziness drains from my brain at the sight of him and I am suddenly fighting twin simultaneous urges to slap and to kiss him, hard.
His expression is somewhat sheepish and I belatedly realise that in one hand he is holding my forgotten shoes. I feel a tug at my lips but I’m not sure if it’s a smile or a sob I’m fighting, so I bite my lip, take a step backwards and let him in.
“Hey,” my voice sounds like something fragile to my own ears
“Hey yourself” he replies, “You forgot these.” He indicates the shoes and I take them from him, placing them on the floor.
“Thanks.” I offer. I try to give him a smile but I can’t make it work. “That’s not why you came, is it.” It’s not a question.
He gives me a rueful look and drops down onto my couch uninvited. I remain standing, hovering uncomfortably, not ready to have him here, so close, after what almost happened.
I start to say something - ask him to leave, offer him a drink - I’m not sure, but he cuts me off.
“She left.” He says simply. “Took all her stuff. Even her toothbrush.” I’m having a hard time reading his tone of voice. I’m not sure what he wants me to say.
“I’m sorry.” I try.
“Don’t be.” He counters. “It wasn’t working. It hasn’t worked in a long time.” He sighs as he says this, running fingers absently through his hair.
Not sure if I can keep myself upright, I sink to the couch beside him.
“How could it work?” He turns to pin me with his gaze, his eyes are searching, “When I’m in love with someone else.”
It is suddenly hard to breathe. My heart is beating fit to burst. I’m grateful to be seated, I feel I might swoon. My face flushes with heat and adrenaline races through my body.
Love, he said love. A voice in my head is screaming. My mind is in chaos. It’s like the world has turned on its axis, the sky has fallen in, some higher being has taken me from my normal life and placed me in a new one – and we haven’t even moved an inch.
He is still staring at me, gauging my reaction, those eyes searching for a response. I become aware of my strained breathing, my rising excitement, the smile tugging at my lips. He leans closer to me, filling my senses with the smell of his cologne, the heat of his body. Before I know it his hand is on my neck, his lips a breath away from mine.
“Tell me this is OK.” He whispers, a plea in his voice.
In lieu of an answer, I kiss him.
And it’s like we were never interrupted. His mouth is hungry, his lips firm and his tongue is stroking into my mouth to find mine. My hands lock in his hair, trapping him to me and soon it is impossible to stay upright. I fall backwards onto the couch and he moves over me, pinning me with the weight of his body. His hands slide down my arms to twine around my wrists, holding me down as he continues his assault on my mouth. I moan into him, thrilling in the sensuality of capture, drowning in his taste.
I can’t help but writhe against him, our legs scissoring, our chests mashing together. He tears his mouth from mine, breathing heavily those green eyes flashing desire. I know I’m staring but I can’t help it. I can’t believe this is real, he’s really here, he’s really on top of me, want in every line of him, every atom buzzing with sensuality. He grins at me – fucking grins – then his hands leave my wrists to unbutton my shirt. With each button he undoes he presses his mouth to the freshly exposed skin, like he’s unwrapping a present very, very slowly. I sigh, somewhere between lust and frustration at how slow he is going. One button, two kisses, two buttons, three kisses, four buttons, he starts licking, I start panting and I swear I am lost to the world.
My head drops backwards with a hiss when the last button falls open. His breath is hot on my stomach. I feel his hands on my belt, drawing my hot gaze down to him. He is peering up at me, a look of diabolical wickedness on his face. I feel faint, I don’t know if I can take it. He starts to undo my belt. I think I might hyperventilate. He undoes my fly, lowering the zipper so very very slowly. My cock is straining through before it is even fully open. He ducks his head, pressing his face into my crotch, his nose pressing my cock as he inhales deeply what must be the scent of pure unadulterated sex. When he looks up again he is incensed with it, his hands claw down my undershorts and his mouth is on my cock before I have time to breathe in.
It is pure. Intense. Heaven. It feels so good, I can’t believe he hasn’t done this before. The heat of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue I am so close to losing control already. I don’t want to. Not yet.
My hands flutter to his head, gently prying him upwards. He looks up, dazed, confused, worry flitting across his browline.
“Am I doing it wrong?” His look of concern twists my heart.
“No, no!” I rush to answer, my voice heavy with desire and sex. “If you keep doing that it’s going to be over way too soon. You’re driving me crazy.” His smile is reward enough, and his eyes light with pride. “Now get up here.” I pull him up into my arms and take his mouth again. He has the flavour of sex on him, the heady musk of cock and I groan with appreciation, levering us upward so I can attack the buttons on his shirt. We are kneeling up against each other on the couch now, my cock still sticking out of my pants brushing the front of his jeans.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.” I mutter between kisses.
“So are you.” He adjoins, his mouth by my ear, and I can feel his smile against my cheek. Soon he’s pulling my unbuttoned shirt down off my arms, dropping it to the floor before his hands return to push my jeans and shorts down to my thighs. I’m fumbling with the buttons on his shirt when he grabs my arse in both hands, kneading me and pulling me to him, our bodies crushing together. He lets out a shaky sigh at the contact and I can barely keep a coherent thought in my mind. My hands are trapped between our bodies. The sensitive skin of my cock is pressed against the denim of his jeans. I’ve managed three buttons. I am in no frame of mind for this. Breathing is chore. His mouth is pure sin on mine, I can feel his heat through his shirt and I want the shirt... off...now.
“Take it off.” I demand between kisses, a somewhat whiney tone in my voice. I tug on his shirttails in frustration. “I want it off!” He laughs, the reverberations thrumming through me as he does and I am greeted by his thousand-watt smile.
“All you had to do is ask.” His hands already on the buttons and I want to choke him for being so smug. How can he still retain so much functionality when I feel like I am drowning? Thank god one of us is though, I think with relief as his buttons come apart one by one. As each inch of golden skin comes into view I greet it with lips and tongue, kissing my way down his firm chest, breathing him in, tasting him, revelling that I am actually, actually doing this. With Daniel. My Daniel.
The shirt is finally off and I am devouring every inch of skin I can reach. My hands roam his chest and back, my mouth sucks at his neck, shoulder. His arms are tracing all over the hot skin of my back and his breath is warm on my neck. My hands encounter his belt and I want to scream in frustration.
“Belt too.” I demand, a touch of diva in my voice. He laughs, a low rumbling chuckle and regards me with mischief in his eyes.
“You could say please.” He is grinning like an idiot and being deliberately obtuse. I lean in to his ear,
“Daniel, if you don’t undo your pants, I wont be able to suck your cock. And that would be a shame.” I lean back and regard his reaction. His eyes are unfocused and the smug look is gone. His hands fly to his belt and he is unbuckling speedily.
“Thank you.” I whisper pointedly, as he finishes unbuttoning his fly. His breathing is shallow now, his whole body seemingly tensed for the onslaught. I take my time, running my hand slowly from his shoulder, down his chest, fingers hovering at the patch of skin above his underwear. He inhales a shaky breath as my fingertips slip beneath the waistband of his underwear. I lean my head on his shoulder and watch his face as I reach further inside to caress the silky skin of his arousal. He shudders, eyes falling closed as I find my grip. His face is beautiful like this, twisted in ecstasy. And I haven’t even begun.
He is trembling like he won’t be able to stay upright much longer. I push him backwards on the couch , my body arching over his, capturing his mouth again and he kisses back like a man inflamed, plundering my mouth, moaning into me, all the while I still have his cock in my hand, moving on him slowly. We are necking madly, I’m pressing him into the cushions, humping his leg as I do, our pants still in a tangle around our legs. I push his down with my free hand, then all the way off with my foot. And he is finally and gloriously naked. I break apart from our kissing to admire him. All that golden skin, long long legs, his cock straining in my hand, his hair mussed, his eyes dazed and lustfilled. My mouth is watering.
I shuck my pants and slide on top of him, length to length our bodies press, our cocks, chests, hands, skin to skin. I feel lightheaded. I’ve wanted this so long. Daniel lets out a strangled noise. I meet his eyes questioningly.
“Feels... So good.” He gasps out.
“Hmmmm.....” I rumble back, pressing my lips to his neck and sliding my way down his body, kissing and nipping his skin as I go. His shaky sighs are encouraging as my hands trail down his sides, my mouth moving inexorably downwards. When I reach his cock it is already straining to be touched, licked. I rest my cheek on his abdomen, letting my warm breath feather over his erection. I’m rewarded with little moan. I take him into my hand, gently stroking downward, holding him firm as I close my mouth over his tip. I push down slowly, slowly taking him all in. Smelling him, tasting him, feeling him filling my mouth like I’ve fantasised so many times. I’m rewarded with an appreciative moan and I start to move on him. Up and down, cupping his balls as I go, my other hand holding the base of his shaft.
His hands lock on my head, gently encouraging me. His hips are shifting under my ministrations and I sneak a look upwards - he looks like an angel who’s just discovered how to sin. I lick, suck, nip at him. I massage him with my tongue, humming, sucking and I know he’s loving it in the clutch of his hands, the moans and curses slipping from his mouth. I can feel him getting close. I can feel him hardening and pulsing under my tongue and I know he’s going to come soon and I am eager to taste him, to drink him down. I almost don’t feel the gentle pressure on my head, his fingers tugging on my hair, his hands under my chin, pulling my head up. With infinite disappointment and a little confusion I look up at him questioningly.
The effort of stopping at this point is obvious on his face.
“Not yet.” His voice is thick with lust. His hands grasp my wrists and drag me up to lie over him. “I want... us... together...” he pants out between breaths. His eyes are willing me to understand his tortured words. I do.
“We’re gonna need lube.” He kisses me with relief.
I hop off the couch and head to the bedroom, slightly wobbly, my still-hard cock bouncing as I go. I don’t expect Daniel to follow me but he does and if there’s one thing I never thought I’d see, it’s Daniel in my bedroom doorway naked and sporting an impressive erection. I save the image in my mind for later study, before crawling across the bed to reach the bedside table where I keep my lube. Sadly, this tube has really only seen solo use, with the blonde in my doorway generally providing um... inspiration, let’s say.
I am sprawled across the bed face down, scrabbling in the drawer and I barely have the tube in my hand when he tackles me. His body falls over mine, pressing me into the bed and I can feel every inch of him against me. His lips on my neck, his chest warm on my back, his cock pressed against the back of my thigh. I am on fire. I want him in me. Now.
I squirm around until I’ve flipped over and we are face to face again. His expression is lustful but tender and he takes my mouth in a searching kiss. As our lips entwine I am unscrewing the lube, squeezing it on my fingers. I raise knees on either side of him and the motion pushes his hips to mine, making our cocks rub together and I can’t help hissing out at the sheer bliss of that intimate touch. I slide my lubed fingers to my arse and slide one, then another inside, preparing myself for his cock. I am so on the brink that even my own fingers are dangerously erotic and I moan into our kiss.
Daniel has cottoned on to my motions, looks down and sees my buried fingers.
“Hey!” He almost sounds hurt. “Let me do that.” He takes the lube from me and smears it on his fingers. He gently pulls my hand from my arse and soon his own fingers are delicately entering me. I gasp with pleasure and grab his cock with my slippery hand, gripping him and pulling him off gently. His fingers are driving me insane and he knows it. He is stroking inside me now with them, wicked grin on his face. I am moaning almost nonstop now with the pleasure of it all and I have to grab his wrist, stop him, or I’m gonna come all over the place.
“Now your cock.” I instruct, my hand firm on his erection, already directing it towards my arse. I’ve dropped my legs back to my shoulders now, I’m open and wanting, waiting for him. The look on his face is intense, he’s staring into my face, the very tip of his cock pressing into me. I grasp his arse and pull him in further, biting my lip, a sighing moan trembling out of me as he slips in further, further until his hips are flush with my arse.
I draw his mouth to mine for a kiss, twining our tongues together as he responds to the firm direction of my hands on his arse, making him move. In and out.
He tears his mouth from mine, breath coming in pants. “Ohhhh Daz... oh yesss.... I’m not gonna last....”
“Me neither... oh I’m gonna....”
His still slippery hand finds my cock and my completion races towards me.
“Ahhhhhhh.....” His hips are moving faster now and I can feel him pulsing inside me, he’s pulling me off as he pumps inside me and his touch is fire, sin, pure love. Our eyes are locked on each other and I watch him careen to completion.
His face distorts with pleasure, my name on his lips
“DAAARRRRREEENN!” and then a groan and I feel him spasm inside me, hot white heat. It’s my undoing and his hand pumping me brings me off too, spattering my release between our bodies, and he’s collapsing on me, kissing me all over my face, neck, until I capture his head in my hands and draw him down for a long lazy lingering kiss. After forever his lips leave mine and he presses our foreheads together, beaming that smile at me, that smile I’ve loved all these years.
“Wow.” He says with a breathy laugh. “Just wow.”
He rolls off me to lie at my side and I miss his weight immediately. I turn on my side to face him, still not quite able to believe he is here, in my bed, naked, with my come on his chest. Flushed with release he is positively glowing. I find I can’t stop smiling.
He twines his hand with mine, staring at me like he’s looking at me for the first time.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It was you all along.” He says with something like wonderment. He kisses me tenderly. “I loved you all along.” He pulls me into his embrace and his arms around me are warm, solid, and promise me forever.
“I was always you Darren. It just took me a while to figure it out.”
I fall asleep in his arms, with a smile on my lips.
end
Fandom: Savage Garden
Type: slash
Rating: NC-17 all over the place
Pairing: Darren/Daniel
Summary: Sequel to At Any Cost What happened after Darren left Daniel's room on that fateful night of revelations and heartbreak? Follows on immediately after At Any Cost so it might be good to check that one first unless you have a really good memory or something.
I am numb.
I am standing outside Daniel’s house. The street before me is a blur, as seen through my tear clouded eyes.
I step off the curb and feel the roughness of bitumen beneath my bare feet. I didn’t even stop to put my shoes on. Too late now. For a lot of things.
Climbing into my car, the door slams closed, shutting out the noises of outside, placing me in a cocoon. Suddenly my laboured breathing is so much louder. It all starts to crash home. What I’ve done. What I know. What I’ve destroyed. An image of Michelle’s anguished face flashes in my mind. I force it away, only to have it replaced by Daniel’s face, his lips kiss-swollen, his hair mussed, his eyes shining with joy and love.
Of its own volition my hand starts to reach for the door release and I fight an overwhelming urge to go back inside and find him, kiss him, love him. Damn the consequences.
Get it together Hayes.
I place two trembling hands on the steering wheel as firmly as I can muster, take two long steadying breaths and turn on the ignition.
My vision is still blurry as I pull away from the kerb, the pinpoints of light from streetlamps starring prettily, the shadows of the street around me jumbled and shifting. I imagine I can see a tall figure in my rear vision mirror run out into the street as I drive away. I can almost hear him calling my name. I keep driving.
I arrive home to my darkened house. My bare feet whisper soundless across the floorboards. I head straight for my bed and crawl inside, not even bothering to undress.
I close my eyes and wait for oblivion to swallow me. I don’t get what I want. All I see is Daniel. The look on his face when he first entered the bedroom. The sensual curve of his neck as he kissed down my body. The press of his chest against mine. The firmness and gentleness of his touch. The heat of his kiss.
I bury my face in the pillow with a moan. I really am a basket case.
I remain that way for what could be minutes or hours, until I am startled to consciousness by the sound of my doorbell ringing. My mind in a haze, I drag myself upright and stagger to the front door on barely stable legs. When I open the door there is only one person I expect to see on the other side. I am not disappointed.
Daniel stands on my doorstep, the porch light casting a golden halo on his hair and I’m not prepared for the strength of my reaction to him. All the fuzziness drains from my brain at the sight of him and I am suddenly fighting twin simultaneous urges to slap and to kiss him, hard.
His expression is somewhat sheepish and I belatedly realise that in one hand he is holding my forgotten shoes. I feel a tug at my lips but I’m not sure if it’s a smile or a sob I’m fighting, so I bite my lip, take a step backwards and let him in.
“Hey,” my voice sounds like something fragile to my own ears
“Hey yourself” he replies, “You forgot these.” He indicates the shoes and I take them from him, placing them on the floor.
“Thanks.” I offer. I try to give him a smile but I can’t make it work. “That’s not why you came, is it.” It’s not a question.
He gives me a rueful look and drops down onto my couch uninvited. I remain standing, hovering uncomfortably, not ready to have him here, so close, after what almost happened.
I start to say something - ask him to leave, offer him a drink - I’m not sure, but he cuts me off.
“She left.” He says simply. “Took all her stuff. Even her toothbrush.” I’m having a hard time reading his tone of voice. I’m not sure what he wants me to say.
“I’m sorry.” I try.
“Don’t be.” He counters. “It wasn’t working. It hasn’t worked in a long time.” He sighs as he says this, running fingers absently through his hair.
Not sure if I can keep myself upright, I sink to the couch beside him.
“How could it work?” He turns to pin me with his gaze, his eyes are searching, “When I’m in love with someone else.”
It is suddenly hard to breathe. My heart is beating fit to burst. I’m grateful to be seated, I feel I might swoon. My face flushes with heat and adrenaline races through my body.
Love, he said love. A voice in my head is screaming. My mind is in chaos. It’s like the world has turned on its axis, the sky has fallen in, some higher being has taken me from my normal life and placed me in a new one – and we haven’t even moved an inch.
He is still staring at me, gauging my reaction, those eyes searching for a response. I become aware of my strained breathing, my rising excitement, the smile tugging at my lips. He leans closer to me, filling my senses with the smell of his cologne, the heat of his body. Before I know it his hand is on my neck, his lips a breath away from mine.
“Tell me this is OK.” He whispers, a plea in his voice.
In lieu of an answer, I kiss him.
And it’s like we were never interrupted. His mouth is hungry, his lips firm and his tongue is stroking into my mouth to find mine. My hands lock in his hair, trapping him to me and soon it is impossible to stay upright. I fall backwards onto the couch and he moves over me, pinning me with the weight of his body. His hands slide down my arms to twine around my wrists, holding me down as he continues his assault on my mouth. I moan into him, thrilling in the sensuality of capture, drowning in his taste.
I can’t help but writhe against him, our legs scissoring, our chests mashing together. He tears his mouth from mine, breathing heavily those green eyes flashing desire. I know I’m staring but I can’t help it. I can’t believe this is real, he’s really here, he’s really on top of me, want in every line of him, every atom buzzing with sensuality. He grins at me – fucking grins – then his hands leave my wrists to unbutton my shirt. With each button he undoes he presses his mouth to the freshly exposed skin, like he’s unwrapping a present very, very slowly. I sigh, somewhere between lust and frustration at how slow he is going. One button, two kisses, two buttons, three kisses, four buttons, he starts licking, I start panting and I swear I am lost to the world.
My head drops backwards with a hiss when the last button falls open. His breath is hot on my stomach. I feel his hands on my belt, drawing my hot gaze down to him. He is peering up at me, a look of diabolical wickedness on his face. I feel faint, I don’t know if I can take it. He starts to undo my belt. I think I might hyperventilate. He undoes my fly, lowering the zipper so very very slowly. My cock is straining through before it is even fully open. He ducks his head, pressing his face into my crotch, his nose pressing my cock as he inhales deeply what must be the scent of pure unadulterated sex. When he looks up again he is incensed with it, his hands claw down my undershorts and his mouth is on my cock before I have time to breathe in.
It is pure. Intense. Heaven. It feels so good, I can’t believe he hasn’t done this before. The heat of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue I am so close to losing control already. I don’t want to. Not yet.
My hands flutter to his head, gently prying him upwards. He looks up, dazed, confused, worry flitting across his browline.
“Am I doing it wrong?” His look of concern twists my heart.
“No, no!” I rush to answer, my voice heavy with desire and sex. “If you keep doing that it’s going to be over way too soon. You’re driving me crazy.” His smile is reward enough, and his eyes light with pride. “Now get up here.” I pull him up into my arms and take his mouth again. He has the flavour of sex on him, the heady musk of cock and I groan with appreciation, levering us upward so I can attack the buttons on his shirt. We are kneeling up against each other on the couch now, my cock still sticking out of my pants brushing the front of his jeans.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.” I mutter between kisses.
“So are you.” He adjoins, his mouth by my ear, and I can feel his smile against my cheek. Soon he’s pulling my unbuttoned shirt down off my arms, dropping it to the floor before his hands return to push my jeans and shorts down to my thighs. I’m fumbling with the buttons on his shirt when he grabs my arse in both hands, kneading me and pulling me to him, our bodies crushing together. He lets out a shaky sigh at the contact and I can barely keep a coherent thought in my mind. My hands are trapped between our bodies. The sensitive skin of my cock is pressed against the denim of his jeans. I’ve managed three buttons. I am in no frame of mind for this. Breathing is chore. His mouth is pure sin on mine, I can feel his heat through his shirt and I want the shirt... off...now.
“Take it off.” I demand between kisses, a somewhat whiney tone in my voice. I tug on his shirttails in frustration. “I want it off!” He laughs, the reverberations thrumming through me as he does and I am greeted by his thousand-watt smile.
“All you had to do is ask.” His hands already on the buttons and I want to choke him for being so smug. How can he still retain so much functionality when I feel like I am drowning? Thank god one of us is though, I think with relief as his buttons come apart one by one. As each inch of golden skin comes into view I greet it with lips and tongue, kissing my way down his firm chest, breathing him in, tasting him, revelling that I am actually, actually doing this. With Daniel. My Daniel.
The shirt is finally off and I am devouring every inch of skin I can reach. My hands roam his chest and back, my mouth sucks at his neck, shoulder. His arms are tracing all over the hot skin of my back and his breath is warm on my neck. My hands encounter his belt and I want to scream in frustration.
“Belt too.” I demand, a touch of diva in my voice. He laughs, a low rumbling chuckle and regards me with mischief in his eyes.
“You could say please.” He is grinning like an idiot and being deliberately obtuse. I lean in to his ear,
“Daniel, if you don’t undo your pants, I wont be able to suck your cock. And that would be a shame.” I lean back and regard his reaction. His eyes are unfocused and the smug look is gone. His hands fly to his belt and he is unbuckling speedily.
“Thank you.” I whisper pointedly, as he finishes unbuttoning his fly. His breathing is shallow now, his whole body seemingly tensed for the onslaught. I take my time, running my hand slowly from his shoulder, down his chest, fingers hovering at the patch of skin above his underwear. He inhales a shaky breath as my fingertips slip beneath the waistband of his underwear. I lean my head on his shoulder and watch his face as I reach further inside to caress the silky skin of his arousal. He shudders, eyes falling closed as I find my grip. His face is beautiful like this, twisted in ecstasy. And I haven’t even begun.
He is trembling like he won’t be able to stay upright much longer. I push him backwards on the couch , my body arching over his, capturing his mouth again and he kisses back like a man inflamed, plundering my mouth, moaning into me, all the while I still have his cock in my hand, moving on him slowly. We are necking madly, I’m pressing him into the cushions, humping his leg as I do, our pants still in a tangle around our legs. I push his down with my free hand, then all the way off with my foot. And he is finally and gloriously naked. I break apart from our kissing to admire him. All that golden skin, long long legs, his cock straining in my hand, his hair mussed, his eyes dazed and lustfilled. My mouth is watering.
I shuck my pants and slide on top of him, length to length our bodies press, our cocks, chests, hands, skin to skin. I feel lightheaded. I’ve wanted this so long. Daniel lets out a strangled noise. I meet his eyes questioningly.
“Feels... So good.” He gasps out.
“Hmmmm.....” I rumble back, pressing my lips to his neck and sliding my way down his body, kissing and nipping his skin as I go. His shaky sighs are encouraging as my hands trail down his sides, my mouth moving inexorably downwards. When I reach his cock it is already straining to be touched, licked. I rest my cheek on his abdomen, letting my warm breath feather over his erection. I’m rewarded with little moan. I take him into my hand, gently stroking downward, holding him firm as I close my mouth over his tip. I push down slowly, slowly taking him all in. Smelling him, tasting him, feeling him filling my mouth like I’ve fantasised so many times. I’m rewarded with an appreciative moan and I start to move on him. Up and down, cupping his balls as I go, my other hand holding the base of his shaft.
His hands lock on my head, gently encouraging me. His hips are shifting under my ministrations and I sneak a look upwards - he looks like an angel who’s just discovered how to sin. I lick, suck, nip at him. I massage him with my tongue, humming, sucking and I know he’s loving it in the clutch of his hands, the moans and curses slipping from his mouth. I can feel him getting close. I can feel him hardening and pulsing under my tongue and I know he’s going to come soon and I am eager to taste him, to drink him down. I almost don’t feel the gentle pressure on my head, his fingers tugging on my hair, his hands under my chin, pulling my head up. With infinite disappointment and a little confusion I look up at him questioningly.
The effort of stopping at this point is obvious on his face.
“Not yet.” His voice is thick with lust. His hands grasp my wrists and drag me up to lie over him. “I want... us... together...” he pants out between breaths. His eyes are willing me to understand his tortured words. I do.
“We’re gonna need lube.” He kisses me with relief.
I hop off the couch and head to the bedroom, slightly wobbly, my still-hard cock bouncing as I go. I don’t expect Daniel to follow me but he does and if there’s one thing I never thought I’d see, it’s Daniel in my bedroom doorway naked and sporting an impressive erection. I save the image in my mind for later study, before crawling across the bed to reach the bedside table where I keep my lube. Sadly, this tube has really only seen solo use, with the blonde in my doorway generally providing um... inspiration, let’s say.
I am sprawled across the bed face down, scrabbling in the drawer and I barely have the tube in my hand when he tackles me. His body falls over mine, pressing me into the bed and I can feel every inch of him against me. His lips on my neck, his chest warm on my back, his cock pressed against the back of my thigh. I am on fire. I want him in me. Now.
I squirm around until I’ve flipped over and we are face to face again. His expression is lustful but tender and he takes my mouth in a searching kiss. As our lips entwine I am unscrewing the lube, squeezing it on my fingers. I raise knees on either side of him and the motion pushes his hips to mine, making our cocks rub together and I can’t help hissing out at the sheer bliss of that intimate touch. I slide my lubed fingers to my arse and slide one, then another inside, preparing myself for his cock. I am so on the brink that even my own fingers are dangerously erotic and I moan into our kiss.
Daniel has cottoned on to my motions, looks down and sees my buried fingers.
“Hey!” He almost sounds hurt. “Let me do that.” He takes the lube from me and smears it on his fingers. He gently pulls my hand from my arse and soon his own fingers are delicately entering me. I gasp with pleasure and grab his cock with my slippery hand, gripping him and pulling him off gently. His fingers are driving me insane and he knows it. He is stroking inside me now with them, wicked grin on his face. I am moaning almost nonstop now with the pleasure of it all and I have to grab his wrist, stop him, or I’m gonna come all over the place.
“Now your cock.” I instruct, my hand firm on his erection, already directing it towards my arse. I’ve dropped my legs back to my shoulders now, I’m open and wanting, waiting for him. The look on his face is intense, he’s staring into my face, the very tip of his cock pressing into me. I grasp his arse and pull him in further, biting my lip, a sighing moan trembling out of me as he slips in further, further until his hips are flush with my arse.
I draw his mouth to mine for a kiss, twining our tongues together as he responds to the firm direction of my hands on his arse, making him move. In and out.
He tears his mouth from mine, breath coming in pants. “Ohhhh Daz... oh yesss.... I’m not gonna last....”
“Me neither... oh I’m gonna....”
His still slippery hand finds my cock and my completion races towards me.
“Ahhhhhhh.....” His hips are moving faster now and I can feel him pulsing inside me, he’s pulling me off as he pumps inside me and his touch is fire, sin, pure love. Our eyes are locked on each other and I watch him careen to completion.
His face distorts with pleasure, my name on his lips
“DAAARRRRREEENN!” and then a groan and I feel him spasm inside me, hot white heat. It’s my undoing and his hand pumping me brings me off too, spattering my release between our bodies, and he’s collapsing on me, kissing me all over my face, neck, until I capture his head in my hands and draw him down for a long lazy lingering kiss. After forever his lips leave mine and he presses our foreheads together, beaming that smile at me, that smile I’ve loved all these years.
“Wow.” He says with a breathy laugh. “Just wow.”
He rolls off me to lie at my side and I miss his weight immediately. I turn on my side to face him, still not quite able to believe he is here, in my bed, naked, with my come on his chest. Flushed with release he is positively glowing. I find I can’t stop smiling.
He twines his hand with mine, staring at me like he’s looking at me for the first time.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It was you all along.” He says with something like wonderment. He kisses me tenderly. “I loved you all along.” He pulls me into his embrace and his arms around me are warm, solid, and promise me forever.
“I was always you Darren. It just took me a while to figure it out.”
I fall asleep in his arms, with a smile on my lips.
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I never expected a sequel, so seeing the boys finally get a happy ending is most rewarding after years of wanting Daniel to go running after him. I think what makes it all work so well is that Michelle isn't a caricature. I really feel for her in this. She's not just the evil!girlfriend stopping our heroes from getting it on. It actually matters when Daniel leaves her.
Welcome back! Write lots and lots. :)
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I guess that, considering anime-like bouncy hearts that sparkle between them when Kris looks at Adam, nobody really considers Katy to be any sort of obstacle to the Epic Love that is Kradam. I mean, the sheer fact alone of them referring to themselves as Kradam speaks volumes. *snorts*
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There have not, to my knowledge, been any fics in which she invites Adam into the bedroom to get it out of Kris's system and keep him home. That's what I would love to see, especially if it were as well done as this is.
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There have not, to my knowledge, been any fics in which she invites Adam into the bedroom
From my perspective, it's just easier to ignore the wife/gf/whatever than deal with her. In popslash, even after Joey got married, many writers just ignored her existence. As long as NSync were on the road, Kelly didn't exist. Granted, rumour has it that Joey thought so too upon occasion, but you know what I mean.
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Really? You mean you didn't expect a sequel after 7 years? *laughs maniacally*
Glad you liked. It very quickly degenerated into smut, but that is oh so common for me anyway.
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At the time it was a one shot and I never planned a sequel either. It was only after it was out in the world for a while and I had a couple of comments asking for one that the idea got planted somewhere in the back of my mind, finally grew into this one.
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Since then, I don't: read het - at all. Read threesomes - of any kind. Read fics written in first person - ever.
"It was you all along." He says with something like wonderment.
Not too bright, though, is he? God, Daniel, soooooo oblivious!
But I'm ridiculously gleeful that they do, ultimately, get their happy ending - even if it is seven years (!!!) down the road.
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You don't read fics in 1st person? That is so interesting, why is that? I only ever seem to write in 1st Person. I'm not sure why, it's just what comes out naturally.
Thanks for commenting, so nice to be sharing fic with you again. It's fun to be back in the game.
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Her and Cae. As I remember, I asked Sunhawk about the absence of females in her fics (because, at the time, I already knew about Michelle and Colby) and they thought I might make a good convert.
As far as first experiences go, first non-G-rated slash fic was traumatizing. I'm still amazed I decided to give it another go. ;)
First person... I don't know how to explain it without sounding accusing or rude so, you know, fair warning - it might sound rude and offensive but I don't mean it?
I guess to me, I-stories (first-person) feel like they have too much potential of turning into Mary Sues and Marty Stus? At some point between early slash in the 90's and now, slash became the 'cool thing' to write, and het sort of... not so much. And many writers who used to write Mary Sue het fics found a way out with first-person narrative.
I'm not saying everyone does it. It's only my personal opinion. And also, cynicism because I did wade through... a LOT of crap in Lord of the Rings fandom and just... in not-good hands, a first-person narrative turns into self-indulgent fantasy featuring the author as the main character. It takes skill and talent to NOT make it seem like so.
Your stuff works for me in first person. It's a fact - sky is blue, sun is hot, it's the only way you write. *shrug*
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My very first fics were third person. It was around my 4th or 5th that I thought I'd try something wacky and that's when I started on the first-person-in-present-tense thing and it just ended up being my favoured style. Though it did limit my ability to switch perspectives. Thus the whole Darren/Daniel switching POVs in Wagger and Fairy. No other way around it.
Strangely enough the newest nugget of an idea I have for a fic keeps rolling around in my head in third person. Maybe things are a-changing. We'll see how it comes out.
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It's amazing how differently I read SG slash these days than when I first started in the fandom! Hot, tender little scene you have there ;)
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Having said that, this was quite a treat. I remember wondering
obsessivelywhat happened after the scene in the bedroom, hoping the boys worked it out and hopefully ended up together in some fashion.I still love your voice guiding us through this little journey of theirs.
His expression is somewhat sheepish and I belatedly realise that in one hand he is holding my forgotten shoes. I feel a tug at my lips but I’m not sure if it’s a smile or a sob I’m fighting, so I bite my lip, take a step backwards and let him in.
Now see this made me totally have a quirked half smile.
if there’s one thing I never thought I’d see, it’s Daniel in my bedroom doorway naked and sporting an impressive erection.
Haha, I just liked that line quite a lot.
Was quite nice to read something from you and just SG in general again. Very nicely done! :)
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I know I was a bit surprised too. In all seriousness I had no idea what I was going to write and then this came out. I don't know if I'll keep writing SG, it feels like there aren't really anymore stories left to tell, but it was nice to close up shop on this one after all this time.
Thanks for sharing your like-it parts! I'm chuffed.