Oi you, stop channelling my Muses...

*glares at Ellie*re: 'Eight Miles High - The epilogue'I read it, and I liked it, and now I think (*evil grin*) that you should write The Diva and The Bassist throwing a strop, or something upon discovering their SOs in bed together the next day. (*pokes you whilst giggling*) G'on, y'know ya wanna!!!okay, okay here 'tis... *gets the little sucker out of head from where its been gestating and gesticulating all evening*Disclaimed as always. Don't know/own etc. etc. Please see user profile for main disclaimer.‘Well well well, lookey what we have here.’ Darren’s voice dripped sarcasm like the condensation off of a bathroom wall. ‘You boys wouldn’t happen to be hungry now would you?’‘Huh?’ Daniel and Ben turned round from where they were half buried in the fridge of Daniel and Darren’s suite.Daniel was clad in nothing but a bedsheet wrapped clumsily around his lower half whilst Ben had managed to fare a little better and was wearing a pair of red silk boxers.Lee recognised them immediately. They were Ben’s ‘lucky’ red boxers. As in the pair he always wore when he thought he was going to get lucky that night which had obviously been his intention the night previous except that Lee had decided that a strung out, giggle fit prone boyfriend was not to his liking. Daniel on the other hand it appeared had not had any such qualms. Not if the fingernail marks down his back were any indicator anyway. And knowing Ben as he did, they were.‘So have you left any food for me?’ Darren demanded, hands squarely affixed to his hips where they seemed to have barely moved from in the last twelve hours. Amused Daniel wondered whether they had ever left or whether he had slept with them like that.‘Sure – plenty.’ Daniel said drawing back and falling from his crouching position, his modesty pooling around his ankles.Instinctively Ben went to redress the balance, earning him a reproachful glare from his lover.Darren peered in, moved a few bottles of still water to one side, drew back, fixed Daniel with yet another ‘teacher stare’ ‘Where are the strawberries?’‘What strawberries would they be Doze?’ Daniel enquired innocently.‘The ones we brought the other day for you know…’Daniel smirked. ‘No, which ones?’‘My you know…’ he dropped his voice. ‘My fetish strawberries. The ones I use to…’Ben burst out laughing. ‘Your FETISH strawberries?’‘Hey I don’t know what you’re laughing about Mr ‘lets cram the fridge of every room we stay in with ice cubes.’ Lee interjected.Now it was Daniel’s turn to laugh.‘The point being.’ Darren said testily. ‘Is that they have somehow miraculously disappeared.’‘Oh those strawberries.’ Daniel said with a wave of his hand.’ We ate them.’‘You ATE…you ate the fetish strawberries? You have got to be joking. You know that any strawberries we have are never for eating. Not under any circumstances.’‘But we were feeling a bit peckish.’ Daniel replied.Darren sighed. And processed the two pieces of information to come out of this little exchange.His creative, flamboyant mind was pissed that he had now been deprived of one of the most enjoyable activities he and Dan could indulge in.Likewise his rational mind argued that of course Daniel needed to eat and it was unfair of him to deprive a man of one of the most basic of human necessities however much it impinged on his own personal fun.Whilst the left and right side of Darren’s brain wrangled on with this train of philosophical thought his mouth went into gear independently. ‘That’s it. I am not letting you come anywhere near me for at least the next week.’ Darren said with what Daniel thought he purported to be a threat.‘Whatever.’ Daniel said, having successfully located half a tub of chocolate ice-cream and trying to wrack his brain to remember where the spoons lived.‘Oh sod you then.’ Darren gave up and made to leave.Lee deigned to give Ben a swift whup upside the head as a parting gift before he followed Darren out.‘Now what?’ Ben asked, eschewing the notion of a spoon completely and just diving into the ice-cream with his fingers.Daniel hauled himself to his feet, not caring as the bedsheet deserted him completely.Rummaging around in his travel bag he came up with a pair of rolled up socks.Ben frowned. What on earth was Dan up to now?He frown soon turned to a very wide grin indeed as Daniel fished around in the bundle and produced a little bag of the kind usually used to store sandwiches except that this one was folded over and over to keep safe the fragrant green buds that represented the ‘emergency’ stash he kept. Just in case by any remote, and as of yet unrealised, chance none of the roadies at each venue they visited could score the guys any.Ben shrugged, Really when you thought about it, when Darren was in full Diva mode and Lee was in whatever the Bassist-ese for such behaviour was, there wasn’t anything else you could do EXCEPT get stoned.As the door shut behind their children Darren cocked his head and looked at Lee ‘Wanna fuck?’Lee glanced back at the door, knowing that if nothing else Ben was at least relatively safe for the next few hours. ‘Might as well.’(*pokes you*) The morning after... g'on!!!Happy now?