Darren sat on the bed with a mischievous look in his eye. He'd sworn off, but he was finding the enforced break somewhat difficult. A couple of minutes wouldn't do any harm while Richard wasn't here.

"Darren...."

"I was only going to have a quick look," Darren whined, pleadingly.

"No."

"But...." Realising that whining wasn't going to work, Darren changed tack, "please, Rich, it's just a couple of minutes."

"No. No internet. You said you were taking a break from it, and that's what you're doing."

"But it's so hard," Darren pouted. None of his usual tricks for getting his own way were working.

"Is it now?" Richard raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"Yes, it is," Darren's eyes lit up, and he restrained himself from laughing.

"Maybe I can help with that," Richard picked up the laptop, carefully placed it on the floor, and crawled towards Darren. The singer backed up against the headboard, grinning. "now what are you finding hard Darren?"

"Ummmm," the usually loquacious man was for the moment struck dumb. His partner seemed to always have that effect when he looked at him with that predatory look in his eyes.

"Do you need me to help you with something Darren?"

"Rich," Darren whined, "you're so mean to me."

"Am I mean?" Richard pondered this for a moment, "if I was mean, surely I'd do this," he motioned for Darren to lift his hips and pulled his trousers and boxers down to around his ankles, "and this," leaning down, he licked at the entire length of Darren's cock, "and then I'd do this." He stood up and made to walk away.

"Don't you bloody dare."

"Don't I bloody dare what?"

"Walk away when you've got me all excited," Darren kicked his trousers off and began to pump his cock in earnest.

"But I thought you wanted to surf the internet for a while. Go right on ahead Darren, I don't mind," Richard sat on the end of the bed with an evil smile.

"No, I don't want to go anywhere near the computer, I just want you to suck my cock, please please please."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," Darren hissed.

"Okay then," Richard pushed Darren's hand out of the way and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking and teasing until the entire street must have known what was going on in that room. Darren probably came close to shattering windows with his impassioned screams, demands and cries.

Breathing harshly Darren finally fell silent. Richard sat up and watched his boyfriend struggle to gather his wits and his thoughts.

"Better?" He asked with a curious smile.

"Much," Darren breathed, "I think I needed that."

"So to break this internet habit you have, what are you going to do?"

"I'll just ask you to fuck me instead."

Richard grinned, "the things I do for you Darren. The sacrifices I make to help you get over your addiction."

"You're a martyr," Darren laughed, "I know what a strain it must be for you."

"Oh I don't know how I put myself through it."

"You're so noble."

"I am. It's such a hardship fucking you through the mattress."

"So if I ever feel an urge to surf the internet... I'm to just strip off and throw myself at you, is that right?"

"Yes."

They both collapsed onto the bed in fits of giggles. Darren was starting to think that this break could be a lot more fun than he imagined it would be.