"Yeah! Shake that sexy thang!"

"DANIEL!"

"What?"

"I am really really really trying to get dressed."

"Oh, but your parents aren't due for another three hours...Can't we have a little bit of fun?"

"No Dan, I really do not want a repeat of last months episode."

"But it was funny, you have to admit. Besides, they've seen you crazy before..."

"Not being tackled and smooshed into the carpet by my boy toy..."

"Boy Toy? Is that what I am now?"

Darren nodded eagerly, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that one, boy..."

Daniel bounced up from his perch on the head of the bed, darting after Darren who clasped his boxers tightly in his fist. Trying at first to stutter out the fact that he should put something on, Darren dashed out of the door and down the hallway with Daniel close on his heals.

"I swear to God, we really should be getting something on!"

"Not until you apologize for that comment."

"What? You are, I love to play with you......"

Daniel came close to grabbing the singer's tight little rear, but he squirmed out of the way just as he leaned in to grab it. The resulting crash didn't slow Darren's run of the house, instead turning him around to leap back over Daniel and out to the other rooms.

"Come here you...I only want to give you rug burns on that little butt of yours!"

"But that would hurt Jonesy!"

"Just as much as your ego is going to in a minute...."

Darren ducked as Daniel came flying out of the hallway, and over his head.

"No more smooshing into the carpet! The 'rents have already seen that."

"It will be more of a novelty now that we aren't wearing anything."

"If you would give me more than a millisecond, I could change that. And why is that?"

"What?"

"It always takes so much longer to put clothes back on than taking them off..."

"Because you usually don't want to put them back on, Dare..."

"Good point."

He dropped his boxers on the piano bench that sat lovingly in the living room before grinning sheepishly at Daniel.

"Well, come on then, if you are so intent on giving me what I supposedly deserve. From what I've seen so far, you're the only one getting any rug burns."

"You'll have a wonderful time explaining why you'll be walking a bit funny when your parents want to go out."

"No, I think they already know what's gotten into me..."

"Yeah, me most of the time."

Darren did a small dance around the living room as Daniel stood up, giving his 'clothes' an imaginary brushing off as he thought over his next move, choosing to pounce over the kitchen railing and down onto the living room couch as Darren bolted with a squeal.

"How can I punish you if you won't let me catch you?"

"Isn't that a stupid question? I hate pain, therefore I refuse to let you catch me. Hard to catch someone in their skinnies anyway, don't you think?"

"Not all that hard if you have them in certain places."

"Mr. Jones! Are you suggesting that I am easy in bed?"

"No, not at all!"

"Fine, I'm not putting out for a month. You can pleasure yourself!"

Daniel rolled off of the couch, looking up in time to see a streak of flesh run by. He grumbled slightly to himself about pulled muscles and twisted joints as he climbed the short stairs and began the chase again. Darren slid into one of the bathrooms that was connected through a hallway and a bedroom, giving somewhere to escape to once Daniel decided to catch up again.

"What's the matter? You getting too old to keep up?"

"No, but I'm going to strap you to that bed and whip you til you can't run no more when you finally pass out from exhaustion."

"Is that a promise?"

That smile flirted with the edges of his mouth, giving him a devilish appearance in an angel's disguise.

"Where are you going to run now, Flash?"

"Right through here!"

Darren turned, attacking the door that lead into the bedroom only to find it locked from the other side. A quick expression of panic flitted across his features before he turned back to Dan, leveling his hands on his hips.

"Alright, you win, come and get me."

Daniel shouted in triumph before advancing on the singer, unaware of the plot running through Darren's mind. As soon as he got close enough, Darren charged, making the guitarist stumble back and into the shower, where Darren gleefully slid the door shut.

After a sudden diliberation that it would be a greater novelty to see Daniel running through the house naked rather then himself, he ran again for the front room where he had left his boxers. He had gotten one leg into them when Dan came barreling in, not bothering to stop when he found Darren. Running into him, both men fell to the carpet, Darren's feet tangled up in his boxers.

"Well, boys, nice to see you too..."

Both heads turned to see Darren's parents standing up in the kitchen. Blushes flowed over normally covered areas as they struggled for something to cover up with.

"Aren't they just adorable?"

Darren turned from red to purple, complete lack of oxygen driving him to hide under the blanket he had found.

"You know, I'm glad we saw it now before the videos came out...."