Darren looked tired, and Daniel knew that was only partly to do with how hard he'd been working recently. It wasn't easy working all day and then spending all evening writing and singing, and performing in grotty, smoky nightclubs. Darren had never wavered in his commitment though, he had total faith in his and Daniel's ability to become superstars. Plus, Daniel knew that it wasn't anything specifically careerwise that was causing Darren's lack of sleep, but it was starting to affect both his performances and his relationship with Daniel, so something would have to be done.

Daniel knew just the thing. To be entirely honest, it wasn't exactly a big sacrifice; it was something he'd been wanting for a while, although he questioned whether it would be appropriate in the long run. It wasn't something that he'd be able to ignore for much longer though, so he figured now would be as good a time as any.

Living in a small one bedroom apartment with another person meant that you learned an awful lot about their likes, dislikes, hopes and dreams. It wasn't as if Darren was the sort of person to keep his opinions to himself either, so Daniel knew a lot about the singer's hopes, dreams and fantasies. He had to confess though, that he knew a little more of Darren's fantasies than Darren realised, courtesy of Darren's penchant for talking in his sleep.

Daniel busied himself making the apartment as tidy as he could. There wasn't much room to store all their clutter, but he hid as much out of sight as possible. If this was going to happen, he wanted it to be perfect. As perfect as their poverty would allow, at least. He'd found some half-burned candles in the kitchen drawer, and had carefully stuck them on to saucers, sitting them on the coffee table in the lounge. The lights were dimmed, and a takeaway pizza was on its way - veggie supreme, Darren's favourite. All that was needed now was the singer himself.

Sure enough, Daniel soon heard the front door open, the clattering of keys on the hall table, and an exhausted sigh. Hiding a smile, Daniel sat back and waited for Darren's presence to fill the room.

Darren walked in, and a shy smile crossed his face, "Danny? It looks great in here, what's going on?"

Daniel shrugged nonchalantly and patted the sofa cushion next to him, "sit down. Pizza's on its way."

"Can we afford pizza Danny?" Nervous, Darren sat down and leaned back, closing his eyes and attempting to force all the pressure and stress in his head into a little box where it wouldn't be able to bother him until tomorrow.

"We can. I've saved especially," Daniel watched as the singer's face started to relax, and he himself smiled and some of his nerves disapated. "I just wanted you to be able to relax tonight, you've been so stressed recently."

Darren's blue eyes revealed themselves and he stared intently at the guitarist. "You're too good to me Danny."

Daniel blushed, "I'm not, but I could be."

Darren's eyes widened. Was Daniel saying what Darren thought he was saying? "Do you mean what I think you mean?" He whispered, a little shocked, a little scared, and very hopeful.

"Definitely."

Darren swallowed deeply, and nodded, giving Daniel the indication he needed. The blond haired man leaned forward and captured Darren's full lips with his own, smiling behind the kiss as he felt Darren respond eagerly.The only questioning Daniel was doing right now was 'why had it taken him so long to do this?'

The sound of knocking made Daniel break the kiss, and all of a sudden he was nervous again. "Ah, that'll be the pizza," he quickly made for the door.

Darren sat back, a little worried, a little excited. When Daniel returned with the food he had only one question. "How did you know?"

"You talk in your sleep," Daniel grinned, and placed the pizza box with a couple of napkins on the table.

"I do?"

"You do. You know what Darren? I don't think you ever stop talking."Daniel laughed and grabbed a slice of pizza.

"I can think of at least three occasions when I don't talk," Darren pouted indignantly.

"Oh yeah?"

"One, when I've got a mouth full of pizza," Darren grabbed a slice and shoved half of it into his mouth. Once he'd swallowed, he laughed, "two, when I'm kissing you," to prove this to be the truth he kissed the guitarist again.

The kiss continued for longer than either realised it would. When Darren eventually broke the kiss with a cheeky grin and a nod to the pizza, "it's getting cold," Daniel laughed, reflecting at how natural and right this was. His worries quickly dispersed.

They both ate a little more, but Daniel's curiosity was piqued, "what was number three?"

Darren looked a little confused, "number three?"

"Yeah, you said there were three occasions when you don't talk," Daniel prompted.

"Oh right, yeah," Darren flushed a little, then raised his eyebrows and watched Daniel carefully as he leaned closer. "The third occasion, would be when..." the rest of the words were for Daniel's ears only, and made the younger man go bright red with embarassment. Darren sat back triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear.

Suddenly Daniel's appetite for food was gone. "Er, Darren, I think we should test your theory," he stuttered.

"I was hoping you'd say that," standing up, Darren held out his hand, "to the bedroom?"

To the bedroom indeed.