A Gift to a Friend
Title: A Gift to a Friend
Disclaimer: I do not know any member of Savage Garden, nor am I related or have permission to write such FICTION. You are reading at your own free will!
Pairing: Darren/Daniel
Rating: Over All “R”
Summary: Darren and Daniel give a friend a birthday gift.
Chapters: Ficlet
Stammering my feet across the cracked pavement in attempt to dodge the mulish rain, I reached the staircase. The porch roof overhead was refuge as I picked my coat off my shoulders and shook slightly - droplets of today falling away from me.
Gaining composure at the door, I hesitated to knock…the events that led me here were uncanny. Curiosity, was it? Interest had to be a mass portion of the moment…however, I was indeed very curious. I had never witnessed the act in front of me. Then again, I had never been invited to witness it before as well.
My knuckles sung upon the oak and I waited, still contemplating myself.
What possessed me to just try the doorknob after knocking again was unbeknownst… as if my hand were in a craze to enter the territory. I stepped in, slipping off my high heels at the doorway (once seeing the other shoes displayed). Quietly closing the door behind me, I could already hear the raunchy moans coming from the next room.
The temperature in the apartment was warm and humid. I peeled off my trench and bundled it together atop the shortened bookcase. My knees seemed to be pointed in their own direction, forcing my limbs to walk toward that sound of pleasure.
In the doorway I remained unmoved, watching as partially clothed Daniel hunched over an unclothed Darren. Artistic fingers went to work in an attempt to drawl out a release from my gingered hair friend. Both faces writhed in an enjoyment that my panties grew wet just watching. My back from the wall next to the doorway and I pressed up against it, trying to make myself invisible. Suddenly, the awkward feeling of watching an act that didn’t involve me was overpowered by the arousal of two men (my best friends nonetheless) entwining in sexual conduct.
Darren’s eyes opened partially, cascading along my frame as I drew in a quick breath of anticipation. It kept everything in me from placing my fingers inside the hem of my skirt to rub at the itch that awaked in my own desires. The rapture in my heightened as I watched Darren place a hungry hand behind him, grabbing a hold of Daniel’s taunt ass and pulling it closer… where I realized his sex had hid. This I witnessed, watching Darren’s hand strain, tightening as he forced Daniel to thrust into him, faster, Daniel’s hand brewed intense ecstasy along the rigid shaft, inflexible with a pain to deliver. My body shuddered as I listened to the gratification escaping Darren’s throat, his face twisted in a thrill… a thrill and a need all in once.
Daniel fought to pull away in a manner of teasing him, which drenched my under garments just watching. My hips danced, hitting my ass silently against the wall behind me in a matter of calming myself. Without realizing I demanded in an overheard whisper, “Fuck him.” Just with saying the phrase my shoulders rolled back in the moment. Darren cheered with me in panting begs, “Yes, please, Danny.”
The bed moved with them, the clock above the headboard tumbled down, cracking against the frame peg and rolling to the ground hidden in discarded fabrics. Fighting against myself, my hands smoothed down my skirt, gripping at my thighs.
Daniel came hard… he whaled. Draping his body atop Darren, while he bent over, Darren begged he release as well, claiming he was almost there. Conjuring up strength, the blonde used every muscle in his arm to summon out a release from Darren, his wrist pumping with such lock and force.
My friends, sprawled out among each other, looked over at me with a smug grin with the knowing of the state I was in. I didn’t wish to be released… I wanted to linger in this feeling of heat for moments more. They knew this by the fight with my hands, my fingers becoming talons in sub conscience battle. Daniel smiled, “Happy Birthday”
- Amanda, attempting
Disclaimer: I do not know any member of Savage Garden, nor am I related or have permission to write such FICTION. You are reading at your own free will!
Pairing: Darren/Daniel
Rating: Over All “R”
Summary: Darren and Daniel give a friend a birthday gift.
Chapters: Ficlet
Stammering my feet across the cracked pavement in attempt to dodge the mulish rain, I reached the staircase. The porch roof overhead was refuge as I picked my coat off my shoulders and shook slightly - droplets of today falling away from me.
Gaining composure at the door, I hesitated to knock…the events that led me here were uncanny. Curiosity, was it? Interest had to be a mass portion of the moment…however, I was indeed very curious. I had never witnessed the act in front of me. Then again, I had never been invited to witness it before as well.
My knuckles sung upon the oak and I waited, still contemplating myself.
What possessed me to just try the doorknob after knocking again was unbeknownst… as if my hand were in a craze to enter the territory. I stepped in, slipping off my high heels at the doorway (once seeing the other shoes displayed). Quietly closing the door behind me, I could already hear the raunchy moans coming from the next room.
The temperature in the apartment was warm and humid. I peeled off my trench and bundled it together atop the shortened bookcase. My knees seemed to be pointed in their own direction, forcing my limbs to walk toward that sound of pleasure.
In the doorway I remained unmoved, watching as partially clothed Daniel hunched over an unclothed Darren. Artistic fingers went to work in an attempt to drawl out a release from my gingered hair friend. Both faces writhed in an enjoyment that my panties grew wet just watching. My back from the wall next to the doorway and I pressed up against it, trying to make myself invisible. Suddenly, the awkward feeling of watching an act that didn’t involve me was overpowered by the arousal of two men (my best friends nonetheless) entwining in sexual conduct.
Darren’s eyes opened partially, cascading along my frame as I drew in a quick breath of anticipation. It kept everything in me from placing my fingers inside the hem of my skirt to rub at the itch that awaked in my own desires. The rapture in my heightened as I watched Darren place a hungry hand behind him, grabbing a hold of Daniel’s taunt ass and pulling it closer… where I realized his sex had hid. This I witnessed, watching Darren’s hand strain, tightening as he forced Daniel to thrust into him, faster, Daniel’s hand brewed intense ecstasy along the rigid shaft, inflexible with a pain to deliver. My body shuddered as I listened to the gratification escaping Darren’s throat, his face twisted in a thrill… a thrill and a need all in once.
Daniel fought to pull away in a manner of teasing him, which drenched my under garments just watching. My hips danced, hitting my ass silently against the wall behind me in a matter of calming myself. Without realizing I demanded in an overheard whisper, “Fuck him.” Just with saying the phrase my shoulders rolled back in the moment. Darren cheered with me in panting begs, “Yes, please, Danny.”
The bed moved with them, the clock above the headboard tumbled down, cracking against the frame peg and rolling to the ground hidden in discarded fabrics. Fighting against myself, my hands smoothed down my skirt, gripping at my thighs.
Daniel came hard… he whaled. Draping his body atop Darren, while he bent over, Darren begged he release as well, claiming he was almost there. Conjuring up strength, the blonde used every muscle in his arm to summon out a release from Darren, his wrist pumping with such lock and force.
My friends, sprawled out among each other, looked over at me with a smug grin with the knowing of the state I was in. I didn’t wish to be released… I wanted to linger in this feeling of heat for moments more. They knew this by the fight with my hands, my fingers becoming talons in sub conscience battle. Daniel smiled, “Happy Birthday”
- Amanda, attempting