Title: The Voltage Running Through Our Skin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Darren/Chris
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 8024
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Electric Feel by MGMT
Summary: It's Chris' 21st birthday, and everyone's going to go out to celebrate. But all Chris really wants is Darren. Too bad he's straight and they're co-workers.
Warnings: swearing, some angst, some fluff, some tequila and a whole lot of vodka.
A/N: This...spiraled out of control. What was just supposed to be smutty birthday!fic turned into this 8k-monster that I wrote in about 7 hours. Also written for my friend Sol, hope you like it, bb.
When Chris Colfer wakes up on his 21st birthday, it’s not to the sound of his alarm clock. No, instead, it’s to the sound of quiet whisperings and hushed giggles. He stayed completely still in bed as he weighed his options. On one hand, he could keep his eyes closed, keep his breaths regulated. He’s a damn good actor after all; surely faking sleep shouldn’t be that hard. But on the other, he knew it would only be a matter of time before someone jumped on the bed and forced him to open his eyes.
He inwardly sighed as he lifted his head off the pillow and cracked an eye open.
A chorus of ‘happy birthday!’s rang through the air and he suppressed the urge to groan at the loud noise.
He began to slowly turn over in bed and sure enough, not two seconds later, Ashley and Lea were jumping onto bed with him, hugging him tightly from either side as he struggled to sit up.
He rolled his eyes as he looked at his friends, all of whom were either standing in a circle around his bed or sitting across the room on Darren’s, and all looking way too happy at –what time was it? Jesus Christ, 7am—. But their smiles were infectious and soon enough Chris was grinning along with them.
“Here ya go, birthday boy.” Mark said as he magically pulled a lighter out the pocket of his basketball shorts and lit a small candle on top of a cupcake, handing it over to Chris.
“Make a wish!” Dianna called out.
Chris glanced up at the group of people around him, eyes searching around the room before he found what he was looking for. He locked eyes with Darren for the briefest of moments before looking back down at the cupcake and blowing out the candle.
**
An hour later, after many hugs (well, dog piles), cupcakes, laughs, and promises to go out later that night, everyone decided to leave the room.
Chris collapsed back onto his bed, throwing an arm over his face when he heard a soft chuckle come from across the room.
“What?” He asked, muffled by his arm.
Darren shrugged even though Chris wasn’t looking at him and walked across the room to sit on the edge of Chris’ bed.
“Nothin’, just…for a guy who’s finally 21, you don’t seem too enthused.”
Chris lifted the arm off of his face and turned his head, raising an eyebrow, “You try going to bed at 3 in the morning after a show and then being woken up at 7am by–…actually, never mind. You could probably go three days without any sleep and still jump around like Tigger on acid.”
Darren didn’t say anything. Instead he just laughed his stupidly adorable laugh in return; the one that made him look all of five years old and the one that makes Chris want to do nothing more than to pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him senseless.
But he can’t and he won’t.
Instead Chris sits back up again, crossing his legs under him and turning to face Darren, “So, any plans for the day before the show?”
“That depends.”
“On?” Chris asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“On whether or not you decided to get your lazy ass out of bed or not, Colfer,” Darren told him grinning, his tongue sticking out between his teeth like a child.
Chris rolled his eyes but then uncrossed his legs, scooting down the bed until he was sitting next to Darren.
They were inches apart, close enough that Chris could feel Darren’s breath on his skin, close enough that Chris could see specks of color in Darren’s hazel eyes, close enough that Chris could…
“Well, come on then,” Chris said, suddenly breathless as he sprung off of the bed and towards his suitcase, “It’s my birthday and I want to eat something not covered in frosting.”
With his back turned as he rummaged around for clothes to wear for the day, Chris missed the way Darren’s eyes followed his every movement around the room.
**
In the end, breakfast ended up being Darren dragging him into an old diner a few blocks away from their hotel.
A few people looked at them with recognition in their eyes, but thankfully they were left alone.
Their waitress was an older woman, with her greying hair up in a messy bun and when she looked at them, she just smiled, “Good morning, boys, I’m Amy and I’ll be your waitress. What can I get two cuties like yourselves?”
Chris looked down, his cheeks flushing, but Darren laughed and grinned at her, nudging Chris’ foot with his own and nodding towards him, “It’s this one here’s birthday, so he can have whatever he wants.”
Chris’ flush deepened but he looked up and gave the waitress a small smile.
“Oh! Well, in that care, happy birthday, dear! How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” Chris answered, kicking Darren under the table when the other boy wouldn’t stop laughing under his breath.
“Well then, I hope you have a really great day and hopefully remember most of it tomorrow.”
Darren lost it again, laughing loudly, not caring about the people around them, and Chris had to resist the urge to reach over the table to smack him all the while biting his lip to keep from laughing himself.
“Alrighty, I’ll just leave you boys with some coffee and come back once you’ve decided. And you,” She said, turning towards Darren, “You better treat him right on his birthday.” She told him with a small smile.
“Oh trust me, ma’am, I will.”
Chris sat in shock, the smile wiped off of his face completely. Did that really just…did she actually imply that…oh my god.
Darren seemed to finally take notice in Chris’ change of demeanor because he sobered up fairly quickly and reached over, grabbing Chris’ hand in his.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Chris jumped, looking over at Darren before looking down at their hands, quickly pulling his out from under Darren’s as if it had been burned.
“I-I…Darren, she thinks we’re together.”
Darren pulled his hand back across the table slowly and shrugged as he folded his arms on top of the table.
“So?”
“So? So?! Darren, if something like this gets out, the media will have a field day! Not to mention that you’re straight.” Chris said it all in a loud whisper, hunched over the table.
Darren scoffed, and Chris could have sworn he heard the word ‘labels’ come out of Darren’s mouth, but then Darren was folding his hands and leaning across the table.
“Chris, stop worrying so much, please. Nobody’s going to find out anything because nothing…because nothing is going on. You’re one of my best friends and today is your birthday, and as such, I’m treating you to breakfast, because that’s what friends do. Okay?”
Chris stayed silent, staring at Darren, worry lines still etched into his features.
“Chris. Okay?” Darren prompted again, raising his eyebrows slightly, his voice quieter than before.
“Y-yeah…okay.” Chris agreed, pulling back and sitting upright in the booth just as Amy came began walking back to them.
“So, what will you boys be having?”
**
After Chris’ freak-out, the rest of the morning went by smoothly.
Darren insisted on paying for breakfast, threatening to burn Chris’ wallet if he even took it out of his back pocket, so Chris conceded, bitchfacing Darren the entire time.
They still had a few hours to kill before they needed to start heading to the venue for the show, so they just started…walking.
They ended up at a street market littered with hundreds of people and dozens upon dozens street vendors.
In other words, Darren was like a kid in a candy store.
He continuously dragged Chris towards tables and pulled random things off of racks. He tried on ridiculous hats and made even more ridiculous faces until Chris was gasping for air at laughing so hard.
Chris stopped at one vendor who had various paintings on display, fascination and awe clear on his face.
“Hey Chris?”
“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head towards Darren but keeping his eyes on the artist as he painted the people around them on his canvas with ease.
“I’ll be right back, stay here, yeah?”
Chris nodded and replied, “Yeah, sure.” But Darren had already gone off.
Chris moved onto the next vendor, another painter, but this time it was a woman. Where the first painter drew people, she painted landscapes. Pictures of oceans, of forests, cities, lakes, each one more beautiful than the last.
It made him think about when he was little, finger-painting with his sister and joking that one day he would become an artist and people all over the world would love him for his art.
In a way…Chris supposed it came true.
As an actor, his art was his performances, and people all over really did love him for it.
It gave Chris comfort, to know that what he was doing really was what he had always wanted to do.
“Hey.” Darren said, popping up next to him suddenly, a bit breathless.
Chris jumped, being rocked from his thoughts as he turned to face Darren.
“Where did you run off to?”
Darren shrugged, “Nowhere. You seemed really into the art, so I figured I’d let you stick around a bit.”
Chris raised an eyebrow in suspicion but said nothing. His phone began vibrating in his pocket and he checked it, seeing a text from Lea saying they had to be at the venue within the next two hours.
“We should be heading back.”
Darren nodded and grabbed Chris’ elbow gently, turning them both in the direction that they came in.
Chris couldn’t be certain, but he thought that maybe Darren’s face looked…disappointed.
**
Darren and Chris were greeted by Mark when they got to the hotel lobby and he handed them each a drink from Starbucks.
“Amber and Naya went on a coffee run. They might’ve melted a bit, but should taste just the same.”
“Thanks man.” Darren said smiling as he drank his.
“What’s up dude, you usually down coffee like it’s oxygen.” Mark asked when Chris just stared at his cup.
“There’s not like…vodka in this, is there? Or tequila? Because Mark, I swear—”
Mark rolled his eyes before grabbing the cup out of Chris’ hand and drinking some himself, “There see, completely alcohol-free.”
Chris took the cup back but still eyed it warily; “Somehow I still don’t trust you.”
“Just drink your damn coffee, Colfer, the bus will be here soon.”
Chris knew he was being overdramatic, but after being friends with them all for a few years, he had a right to be cautious, especially now since he could legally drink.
Still, his coffee was perfect (thank the lord for Amber Riley and her ability to remember exactly how Chris liked his drinks) and soon enough they were all piling into the party bus.
Heather, Naya, and Lea commandeered Chris immediately, talking about what they were going to do that night and Chris tried to pay attention, he did, but instead his focus was predominately on Darren and Cory having some sort of drum-off competition in the back of the bus.
Yup. The guy he was totally crazy about was…totally crazy.
Just perfect.
**
The show, as always, was amazing.
Chris didn’t care that they did the same thing over and over again each night because he still just couldn’t get over it.
A few years ago he was the biggest loser in high school and nobody could give two shits about him.
But now? Now he was on the most popular show in the country (maybe even the world) and he got to sing to sold-out crowds almost every single night. He’s won awards and been in magazines and he has best friends who are pretty much his family and he matters.
Sometimes he was afraid that he was going to wake up still in 4th period algebra and this was all just one, big elaborate dream.
He pinched himself every once in a while just to keep that fear at bay.
After changing into street clothes and going out to greet the fans, everyone got back onto the bus and headed back to the hotel.
The atmosphere in the bus was vastly different to how it was earlier. Everyone was excited, practically bouncing in their seats.
But Chris was just sitting in between Chord and Ashley, nervous energy making his leg bounce up and down.
“You okay, babe?” Ashley asked, nudging his shoulder.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, just…I dunno, winding down from the show still, I guess.” He told her, smiling for emphasis.
She seemed to believe his answer because she nodded and grinned back, “Yeah, it was awesome. Great way to start off your night, huh birthday boy?”
At the mere mention of ‘birthday’, everyone in the bus exploded, cheering and laughing and just acting completely carefree.
Chris wished that he knew why there was a knot in his stomach, he really did.
But everyone was excited, and he wasn’t going to be the one to put a damper on their night, so he sucked it up and grinned along.
**
The girls all practically raced into the same room (Heather and Naya’s) while all the guys just watched them with raised eyebrows before going off into their own rooms.
“You were great tonight,” Darren told him as he swiped his key card and held the door open for Chris to enter first.
“Thanks. So were you.”
Darren shook his head as he closed the door, quickly unzipping his hoodie and throwing it over to his bed, “Nah man, not nearly as good as you. I completely fucked up and almost made Dianna fall over. Not to mention I flubbed the lyrics to Teenage Dream again. You’d think that after singing that song almost every day for months on end would sear the lyrics into my brain.”
Chris laughed as he lugged his suitcase up onto his bed, “You? Remembering lyrics? Please. What’re you gunna tell me next, the sky is green?”
“Oh, ha ha. Laugh it the fuck up, Chris. Keep it up and you’ll regret it.”
Chris turned around, raising an eyebrow and putting a hand on his hip, “Oh really. And how exactly will I ‘regret it’ Darren?” He asked challenging.
“Well, for starters…I won’t give you this.” Darren rummaged around in his bag for a second before pulling his hand out, a small box lying flat on his palm.
Chris dropped the hand from his waist and his mouth opened slightly in shock.
“Darren…you…you didn’t. You didn’t have to get me—”
“Shut up, Chris.” Darren cut him off, speaking quietly as he closed the distance between them, palm up in offering.
Chris stared at the small, brown cardboard box in Darren’s hand for a moment before flicking his gaze up.
All joking was gone now. Darren’s face was sincere as he stared back into Chris’ eyes.
The moment went on forever, seconds ticking by like days as Chris just…stared, finding it impossible to look away.
He thought it should be disconcerting, that by now he knew every spec of color in Darren’s eyes, the slant of his nose, the bow of his lips. Every freckle, every scar, the way his hair curled up behind his ears no matter how much gel they used on him.
Chris knew it all.
And suddenly it was like someone flipped a switch, making time speed up, move faster than normal.
Chris shook his head a bit, clearing it as he tore his eyes away from Darren’s and back down to the hand in front of him.
“Darren, are you s—”
“Chris…please?”
Chris didn’t even have to look up to know that Darren was giving him that face. The one that was all puppy-dog eyes and pouting lips and made Chris was to stand up and offer him the world.
He took the box slowly and opened it, revealing a small brown, beaded bracelet, much like the one Darren was currently wearing.
“I…when I saw a jewelry vendor earlier today, I knew I had to get you something. I mean, it’s nothing fancy or anything. I mean, god, it was like fifteen bucks, so it’s actually pretty crappy, but for some reason I thought of you when I saw it and so I just—”
“Darren?”
“Yeah?” he replied on the same breath as before.
“Thank you.”
**
It was more than an hour later when everyone finally emerged from their rooms, Chris and Cory being the first ones out and waiting in the lobby.
The girls all had on either the tightest pair of jeans imaginable or skirts that were so short they left nothing to the imagination.
Most of the guys just wore the same jeans they had on earlier and just changed shirts; Kevin, Harry and Cory now having their hair spiky and messy instead of flat on their head.
Chris wore one of his many pairs of black skinny jeans with his favorite pair of boots and one of his tighter grey button downs with a skinny tie under his black leather jacket, leaving his hair alone since it was still styled from the show.
When Chris saw Darren though, time did that whole slowing down thing again.
Darren’s jeans were tight. Chris has seen Darren wear skinny jeans before but these were just in a league of their own. And he was wearing that shirt. The one that made Chris want to cry because it just wasn’t possible for someone to look that good wearing something that simple.
He was pretty sure there were blogs dedicated to this damned white shirt with its tight cuffs around his biceps and the open buttons down the front and Jesus Christ, Chris needed some alcohol in him now.
“Alright, everyone’s here, let’s party!” Lea yelled, looping her arm through Chris’ and leading the way outside to where four large taxi’s waited.
Everyone paired off and Chris looked over to Darren for a second before Dianna was grabbing his other arm and the three of them, joined by Ashley, all piled into one of the cabs.
“I so call getting you your first shot, Chris!” Lea said excited, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from the side tightly.
Chris just rolled his eyes exasperatedly and smiled at the tiny brunette next to him as they all drove off to whatever club it was that Harry and Kevin decided on.
**
Okay, Chris had to admit, getting his hand stamped legally to drink for the first time was pretty awesome, especially since the whole group cheered when it happened, their excitement becoming infectious.
They filed in and soon enough, Harry, Heather, Kevin and Naya were making a bee-line towards the dance floor.
Lea, Dianna, Amber and Ashley all pulled Chris over to the bar and Lea excitedly bought them all a round of vodka shots.
“Here’s to a night you hopefully won’t remember in the morning!” Ashley yelled as they all clinked their glasses together and downed their shots.
It took two more rounds before the girls let him go and Chris could still feel the slow burn of his throat from the alcohol.
“So, ready for another?”
Chris turned around at the voice and saw Darren smirking at him, a shot in his hand.
“I don’t think I’m quite ready for more vodka right now, sorry.”
“Well it’s a good thing that isn’t vodka then, huh.”
Chris raised an eyebrow as Darren handed him the shot but said nothing as his eyes followed Darren’s movements, watching as he walked away for a moment towards a small table where Cory and Mark were on their third round of beers.
Darren reached around them to grab something off the table before coming back.
There was mischief in his eyes, that much was for sure.
But there was something else too.
Something darker.
Something that made Chris’ stomach tighten and his knees suddenly feel weaker.
Without saying a word Darren reached out, grabbing Chris’ hand and bringing it to his lips, taking the junction between his thumb and pointer finger into his mouth and sucking on the skin, laving at it with his tongue.
Chris swore he felt his knees buckle.
Darren’s eyes stayed on his the whole time and the moment lasted forever and not nearly long enough.
Darren then took Chris’ hand away from his mouth and brought his other hand up, one that was holding a slice of lime, and spilled salt all over the wet skin.
Darren crowded into his space even closer than before, still holding Chris’ hand in his own.
“Lick.” He commanded, and Chris did, his body moving on autopilot as his body obeyed Darren’s every word, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking away the salt.
“Drink.” With a shaky hand, Chris brought the shot glass up to his lips and knocked it back.
“Suck.” Darren told him, holding the wedge between them at face-level. Chris leaned forward and did as he was told, sucking the sour juice from the lime into his mouth and down his throat with the tequila and salt, his eyes never once leaving Darren’s.
Electric.
That was the only word Chris could think of that could explain how everything felt at that moment.
It was like there was electricity in the air above them, around them, in them.
If one of them didn’t make a move soon Chris was sure he would explode.
He was knocked back into reality by Jenna yelling “Hey guys!”, a margarita in her hand.
“Come on, everyone’s waiting for you two!” She told them as she got behind Darren and pushed them both into the crowd on the dance floor.
The moment they got there, everyone formed a circle. It was hard to tell who was who as everyone moved to the beat, a tangled mess of body parts surrounding him as the beat from the bass thrummed through the room and into Chris’ very being.
Soon enough they were all sweaty and letting the music control them, not even bothering to look at who they were grinding on.
Mark and Amber stopped dancing first, so they took it upon themselves to get drinks for everyone. And by everyone, that mostly meant Chris.
He stopped asking what drinks were after his fourth shot from Mark, just taking the glasses and downing them as they were handed to him.
He moved to the beat with Dianna in front of him when he suddenly felt two hands grab his waist and a body pressing up close to his from behind.
He began to freak out but then he saw a flash of hazel and curly hair and he relaxed into the hold, far too gone to care as he leaned back into it.
Darren’s hold on his hips tightened when Dianna moved away to dance with Lea and suddenly it was just them.
The beat changed to something slower, harder, the bass pumping out through the speakers and making his heart beat in time to it.
Darren slipped one arm from his hip to around his waist and Chris reached down to it, lying his arm over Darren’s and twining their fingers together across his stomach as they rocked to the beat that strummed through their veins.
Chris’ other arm reached up and tangled into the curls at the nape of Darren’s neck, pulling his head down so it was settled into the crook of Chris’ neck.
They stayed moving like that for the rest of the song.
At one point Kevin came over with another shot (because seriously, it was everyone’s mission to make sure Christopher Colfer was plastered before the night was over) but before he could grab it, Darren’s hand was shooting out and taking the shot out of Kevin’s hand.
Chris glanced through his peripheral to Darren’s eyes in confusion but then Chris felt a thumb on his lip and when he turned his eyesight back forwards, he saw Darren had the glass up against his lips.
Chris let Darren coax his mouth open with pour the burning liquid into his mouth, tilting his head back until it rested on Darren’s shoulder as he swallowed.
Without thinking about it, Chris turned in Darren’s grasp, throwing both of his arms over Darren’s shoulders, a hand quickly sinking into Darren’s hair to keep their heads close and low.
Darren kept one arm firmly around Chris’ waist and let the other wander. Chris quickly thought about just where the hell Darren put the shot glass, but then his hand was trailing up and down his back, over his arms, across his neck and chest. Constantly moving and touching, never stopping in one place long enough for Chris to really feel it.
Darren shifted them, moving his legs and suddenly slipping one of his legs through Chris’, his thigh right there and oh…that…that was kind of perfect.
Instead of pushing away like he knew he should, Chris pulled closer into Darren, rolling his hips up into Darren, eliciting a small gasp from the other boy, his hand stuttering on the side of Chris’ ribcage.
This was wrong. This was so so wrong. Darren was straight and they were co-workers. But he couldn’t stop.
Everything was so hot and slow and intense and all Chris knew was that he wanted more, he needed more. He very well may die if this didn’t continue.
One of Chris’ arms slid down from Darren’s neck and trailed down his spine before resting at Darren’s hip, squeezing in time with the roll of his hips.
The breathy noises Darren was making next to his ear were some of the hottest things Chris has ever heard and knew it had to be wrong to want to get off on it, but the music and the alcohol and all he was feeling just didn’t seem to care.
And then suddenly Darren’s lips were on his neck, kissing, licking, biting, constantly moving as his hips and body found the perfect counter-rhythm to Chris’.
Chris clutched at Darren’s head harder, forcing his head to stay down and for his mouth to just keep doing that
Chris had a vague thought of how PC it would be to come in his pants on the middle of the dance floor when Darren found a spot in the dip of his collar bone and all thoughts of being politically correct flew out the window.
Darren moaned in his ear, whispering a breathy “Oh my god, Chris.” and just like that, the illusion shattered.
They couldn’t be doing this.
Chris pulled back suddenly, disentangling himself from Darren, a look of shock on both of their faces.
“We…we can’t…Darren…” Chris tried to take a step back but stumbled, and Darren was suddenly there again, holding on tightly to his arms to keep him upright.
“Chris, we—”
“No, Darren, we can’t…I can—I need to lie down.”
Darren frowning slightly at Chris but then looked over to their table where mostly everyone now resided.
“Come on.”
“Dar—”
Chris’ complaints were drowned out by the music as Darren held his hand and pulled him along.
“Hey guys, Chris has had enough, so I’m gunna take him back to the hotel.”
A few of the girls looked at Chris worriedly while a few of them looked at their linked hands, knowing smiles beginning to form on their lips.
“You sure you don’t want us all to come?”
Darren shook his head, reaching behind Mark’s chair to grab Chris’ jacket, “Nah, it’s cool. You guys stay and enjoy the rest of the night; we’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Everyone agreed, a few girls standing to hug them both goodbye before Darren led the way out of the club.
Once they were outside, Chris ripped his hand out of Darren’s grasp.
“I don’t need a babysitter, Darren.”
“I never said you did.” Darren responded as he hailed a taxi.
“Then why are you coming back?”
“Because,” Darren answered as a cab stopped next to them and Darren opened the door for Chris, “We need to talk.”
**
The entire ride back to the hotel was tense.
Darren threw a $20 at the cabbie without even looking at the fair, muttering for the driver to keep the change as they both stepped out of the car.
Chris was wobbly on his feet and thankfully didn’t protest when Darren kept a firm hand on his elbow, leading the way into the hotel and up to their room.
Darren could feel the emotions rising through Chris with every step they took closer to their room and the second they stepped inside, he exploded.
“What the fuck was that, Darren?!” Chris yelled, wrenching his arm out of Darren grasp and spinning to face him, eyes blazing.
Darren clenched his jaw and raked a hand through his hair as he walked by Chris straight over to his bed, sitting on the edge and sinking his head down into his hands.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? That’s bullshit, Darren! We practically fucked on the dance floor! And I know you’re totally not into the labels shit, but last time I fuckin’ checked you.are.straight.” Chris followed him over to towards the bed, looming over him, anger and hurt lacing the words he was throwing at Darren.
“I’m not going to fucking be your experiment or whatever, okay, Darren, I’m not!”
“You think that’s what this is?” Darren asked quietly, lifting his head to face Chris, his face broken.
“I don’t know what to think!” Chris bit out through clenched teeth, trying to keep his emotions at bay.
“I don’t know Chris!” Darren finally yelled back, standing up and crowding into Chris’ space again.
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on or why I feel like this, but I do! I’ve never fucking felt like this with anyone! And it’s fucking scary and I have no fucking clue what to do but all I know is that I need you, Chris, okay?!"
Chris shook his head, unconsciously moving a few steps back. Darren followed without thinking, like they were tethered together, like magnets or gravity was forcing them to move together.
“You don’t get to say things like that. It’s….it’s not fair to me.” Chris said quietly, breathing shakily.
“Why?”
Chris shook his head again, keeping his head down, his hands becoming tight fists at his side as he felt the familiar burn of tears beginning to prick at his eyes.
“Why not, Chris. Tell me…”
Chris stayed quiet, head down, a few stray tears rolling over the bridge of his nose and falling to the carpet between them.
With a shaky hand Darren reached out and placed his fingers under Chris’ jaw, tilting his head up slowly, his thumb wiping away a tear by Chris’ lip.
“Because,” Chris said quietly, voice shaking, lip trembling as he stared into Darren’s eyes, “It’ll hurt too much when you decide you were wrong and want to end it.”
Darren’s composure completely cracked then, like broken dam, because suddenly tears were pooling in his eyes and his hands were shaking and his breaths were coming out stuttered and uneven.
“Chris, I…I swear—I, I wouldn’t do that to you. You mean…you’re so important to me and I know I act like a total idiot most of the time but...God, I would never hurt you like that.”
Chris didn’t say a word, just kept looking into Darren’s eyes while he held Chris’ face in his hand gently.
“I know you want me too.” Darren said after a beat of silence, voice whispered, as quiet as a breath, hand twitching on Chris’ face.
“I’ve known for a while, which is why…which is why I had to be sure about how I felt before I…before I did—”
They didn’t even realize they had moved until their lips were a hair’s breadth apart.
“Chris,” Darren breathed against his lips and that was all it took for Chris.
He surged forward, capturing Darren’s lips with his. He sucked Darren’s bottom lip into his mouth and tugged on it, laving it with his tongue, making Darren groan into his mouth.
Darren then backed them up without breaking the kiss, trapping Chris between the heat of his body and the wall and suddenly Darren was everywhere, his hands roaming over Chris’ body, leaving trails of sparks and fire in his wake.
Chris could do nothing more than hold on as Darren took over, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Chris pushed his tongue into Darren’s mouth, needing more. Needing to taste Darren as he breathed.
One of Darren’s hands found his skinny tie and he wrapped it around his fist, pulling Chris’ head closer to his own, making Chris moan brokenly into Darren’s mouth.
He didn’t realize how hard he was until Darren bucked forward with the sounds Chris was making, small stuttering gasps heaving out of both of them when their hips lined up perfectly.
“C-Chris?” Darren bit out questioningly, trying and failing to keep his hips still.
Chris just nodded frantically, his lips trailing wetly over Darren’s stubbled jaw and down his throat, kissing and sucking his way down, loving the noises Darren kept making.
Chris felt Darren’s hands on his lower back squeeze his hips tightly before moving lower. Before Chris could register what was happening, Darren moved lower for a second and the next thing he knew, Darren was picking him up and wrapping Chris’ legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” Chris groaned, pulling his mouth away from Darren’s neck and snapping his head back against the wall, the sudden change in positions lining their dicks up perfectly.
Chris locked his ankles tightly behind Darren and helped to loosen his tie off his neck as Darren began to unbutton the top of Chris’ shirt, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on the skin that was slowly being revealed.
“Fuck…Darren, move,” Chris bit out, yanking Darren’s head back by the hair and colliding their mouths together again, all finesse flying out the window and being replaced and knocking teeth and bitten lips.
Darren rocked his hips up into Chris and they both groaned at the contact and how the change in angle made all the difference.
Chris gave up on trying to keep a rhythm and just focused on how everything felt so close and so hot and so strong.
He focused on Darren.
On the way sweat began to bead on his temple and the way his eyes were blown wide with lust. The way he kept up the tempo they were moving in, just like they were back at the club.
It was all too much and not enough.
“D-Darren…” Chris mumbled breathlessly, arms and legs shaking with how hard he was clutching Darren’s body to his, how close he was.
“It’s okay, Chris,” Darren responded, finding a spot behind Chris’ ear that sent shivers down his spine.
“Let go.” Darren whispered.
Chris felt it more than heard it, the vibrations of Darren’s voice coursing through him and being just enough for Chris to do as asked of him.
He came hard, hips stuttering against Darren’s, a broken moan ripping out of his throat and against Darren’s face as he kept the movements up, slowly slowing down until he was just holding Chris, kissing up Chris’ neck, his jaw, his face, his temple.
Chris slowly untangled himself from Darren, his legs wobbly before pressing close to kiss him again.
That’s when Chris felt it. That’s when Chris realized that even though he had just gotten off (Jesus fuck had he gotten off), Darren hadn’t.
“D-Darren, I—”
Chris looked down between them pointedly and Darren blushed a bit before shrugging, leaning over to try and kiss Chris again.
“Don’t worry about it, this was about you and—”
Chris pulled his head back before their lips could make contact, making Darren whine a bit. Chris smirked before placing both of his hands on either side of Darren’s neck and pulling his head over until his lips were right next to Darren’s ear.
“I want you to fuck me.”
The air punched out of Darren like a gunshot because whoa, what.
Darren pulled his head back to look Chris in the eye, but then Chris’ mouth was on his again and he was backing them up until they hit the closest bed –Chris’ apparently—and then Chris was on top of him, pushing and pulling them both up the bed.
He pulled away and sat up, removing the few remaining buttons on his shirt before pulling it off, throwing it onto the floor.
He reached down for the hem of Darren’s shirt, but Darren’s hand stopped him, grabbing his left wrist and pulling his hand up.
Chris was about to protest but then he realized Darren was looking at his wrist.
The wrist that was currently wearing the bracelet Darren had given him, matching the one on Darren’s right.
Darren looked up at him again, dozens of emotions passing through his gaze before he pulled Chris’ hand up to his mouth, kissing his wrist under the bracelet and releasing his hold.
Things slowed down after that, became less frantic and more heated, the slow burning build-up of everything that was about to happen making their movements slower, more precise.
They undressed each other slowly, almost reverently, kissing and feeling and touching each other as more skin was revealed.
Chris kind of wanted to cry over how perfect everything felt.
Soon they were completely naked and Chris was coming back to the bed, a small bag in his hand (“I’m a guy on a country-wide tour; I’m not stupid enough to go on a trip this long without…supplies.”)
Darren laughed and rolled them over so he was on top, hovering over Chris, keeping his weight up on his arms and he bent down to slowly kiss Chris everywhere he could, he forehead, eyelids, nose, each cheek.
He hovered over Chris’ face, their lips barely grazing, “You’re sure?” He asked.
Chris looked up at him, really looked.
Darren was giving him an out.
After all they had already said and done, Darren was still telling him that it was okay if they didn’t do this, if he didn’t want this.
Darren cared about him that much that he was willing to sacrifice his own feelings for Chris’.
Chris closed the small gap between them, kissing Darren slowly.
This kiss was different from all the rest.
Where the others were hard and forceful, this one was soft and gentle.
And it was all that Chris needed to know that this is exactly where he wanted to be.
Chris had hooked up with guys in the past, sure, but it never went anywhere beyond a fumbling hand job or horrible blow jobs.
He never let anyone get that close.
Not until now.
Not until Darren Criss walked into his life with his ridiculous hair and his pink sunglasses and his guitar that seemed to be an extra appendage, completely throwing Chris’ world off its axis and changing absolutely everything about Chris’ life for the better.
Darren broke the kiss before reaching over, tearing the bag open and taking out the small bottle of lube and the condom.
He glanced up one more time at Chris’ face as he dribbled the liquid over his fingers, coating them liberally.
Chris saw the change in Darren’s eyes as he shifted his hips. He watched as the bright hazel color turned dark, his pupils blowing wide and swallowing up his irises with pure want.
Darren worked painstakingly slow, not wanting to hurt Chris in any way, and really, Chris appreciated it, but he was getting hard again and at this point he was toying with the idea that maybe Darren was doing it on purpose, prolonging it for as long as possible, getting off on the way Chris fell apart by his hand.
“D-Darren, please,” Chris bit out, his chest heaving, fingers grappling over the sheets and the pillow behind him, his head thrashing.
Darren just hummed in response, crooking one of his fingers inside of him making Chris scream out, his back arching off of the bed because holy fuck.
Chris was panting, trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could as he looked over at Darren who was smirking.
Chris decided to pay him back by untangling his hand from the sheet and reaching over, pumping Darren’s dick in his hand.
Darren made a choked-off noise before moaning low in his throat, his fingers stuttering.
“F-fuck, Chris,” Darren groaned, his head falling forward, breaths coming out in pants.
Chris pulled his hand away before reaching down, pulling Darren’s hand out from him and grabbing the condom.
“I…I need you in me, Darren, stop making me wait.” Chris said breathlessly as he sat up, making Darren sit back on his knees.
Chris tore open the condom before surging forward to kiss him hard, claiming Darren’s mouth with his.
They both looked down, panting together as Chris rolled the condom onto Darren. Darren leaned his forehead on Chris’ shoulder, his sweaty curls matted down onto his forehead, as Chris then poured more lube onto him, jacking Darren’s dick one, twice, before pulling away.
“It’ll be easier if you—”
Chris shook his head before resuming his previous position of lying on his back, looking up at Darren.
“Wanna see you.” Was all Chris said, and Darren understood. He understood completely.
They needed to look into each other’s eyes for this, needed to be connected in as many ways as possible.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop.” Darren mumbled as he got into position before, hovering over Chris.
“Not gonna happen,” Chris answered, looking Darren straight in the eye, trying to convey as much sincerity as he could through his stare.
Darren pushed in slowly, stopping his movements all together when Chris winced, waiting for Chris’ nod to continue.
Darren was shaking above him when he bottomed out, arms trembling and breaths coming out shakily.
Chris reached up to push Darren’s hair off his forehead, trailing his finger down the side of his face and across Darren’s mouth, tracing his lips.
Darren kissed his finger before taking it into mouth, swirling his tongue around it, making Chris let out a soft moan. Darren let it out with a wet pop before he leaned down to kiss Chris and started moving, his hips shallowly thrusting.
Chris began to meet Darren’s thrust and they soon created a pace for themselves.
One of Darren’s hands trailed over Chris chest and down, tracing lines of sinewy muscle, down his ribcage, his thumb stroking over his hip bone and further.
Chris’ breath hitched in his throat when Darren wrapped his hand around his dick, everything feeling so intense he felt like he was about to fly out of his skin.
Darren picked up the pace, thrusting hard inside of Chris in time with the strokes of his hand.
It was all way too much.
Chris’ chest heaved as he tried to get air in his lungs to breathe, his head thrown back on the pillow as Darren hit that spot again, over and over, his whole body arching off the bed.
Darren leaned down, taking advantage of Chris’ exposed neck, sucking lightly where his Adam’s apple was before moving over, laving at the skin near Chris’ collarbone, sucking it into his mouth.
His hand lost its previous rhythm, but Chris didn’t seem to care as he pulled Darren’s head over and fused their mouths together again, forcing his tongue into Darren’s mouth, tasting the saltiness of his own skin on Darren’s tongue.
Chris was close, sososo fucking close, the kiss turned into them panting into each other’s mouth, sharing oxygen as Darren twisted his hand just so and completely ended it for Chris.
Even though he had gotten off earlier, Chris was pretty sure he had never come so hard in his life. He moaned loud and long and brokenly, the noise ringing throughout the room as Darren continued to stroke him through it until it became too much.
Chris reached down for Darren’s hand and without preamble, started sucking Darren’s fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
Darren’s body jerked and he groaned loudly and Chris continued to lick at his hand, his eyes hooded and dark.
Darren yanked his hand away and leaned over, kissing Chris hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth, gathering Chris’ taste into his own mouth.
Suddenly Chris was grabbing his arm and pushing, making Darren freeze. Did he want to stop?
But no, Chris was maneuvering them until Darren was flat on his back and Chris was straddling his hips.
“Christ, Chris, what’re you—”
Without a word, Chris rose up and grabbed Darren’s dick from behind, positioning himself before sinking down slowly.
“Holy fuck, Chris!” Darren screamed, back arching and shoving himself further into Chris, making the other boy moan above him.
Chris planted one of his hands on Darren’s chest, fingers splayed. The other reached up to twine with Darren’s near his head, resting on the pillow.
Chris rose up before sinking back down, quickly setting a pace for himself.
Every time Chris sank down, Darren would thrust up and he felt so fucking full this way. He couldn’t believe his spent this long without feeling like this. He looked down at Darren to see his eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open, breaths puffing out in spurts intermitted with groans and bitten-off curses.
He did this. He turned Darren, someone who was usually very verbose and extremely well-spoken, into a thrashing, groaning mess.
Darren’s hold on Chris’ waist tightened enough to almost bruise but Chris didn’t even care.
He wanted it.
He wanted to be marked by Darren, wanted to look in the mirror tomorrow and see his body and know that none of this was a dream, that it really happened.
He wanted to look in the mirror and know that he belonged to someone. And that someone belonged to him.
Darren’s thrust became erratic and then he was coming, long and hard, his choked-off groan bouncing off the walls.
Chris let him catch his breath; thumb rubbing circles on Darren’s chest before he slowly pulled up and off, hissing softly at the change.
Darren tied off the condom and threw it across the room in the general vicinity of one of the garbage cans.
“That’s gross.” Chris huffed out before Darren wrapped his arms around Chris and pulled, making Chris fall on top of him, knocking the air out of both of them.
“Tired. Clean up later.” Darren mumbled against his neck, kissing it softly.
Chris settled into the crook of Darren’s arm, snuggling closer when Darren leaned down to grab the sheet that was pushed to the edge of the bed, draping it over them.
“You’ll be here, right?” Chris asked quietly, his hold around Darren’s waist tightening subconsciously.
Darren raised an eyebrow in question, confused.
"I mean...you won't...if I wake up tomorrow, you won't suddenly be gone and start avoiding me or anything?" Chris asked, worry lacing his words.
Darren looked down before pushing Chris’ sweaty hair back off his forehead and kissing his temple, “I swear I’ll be here. I’ll be here til you don’t want me to be.” Darren answered quietly, squeezing Chris back, tangling their fingers together over his chest.
“Then you better get ready to stick around for a long time?” Chris told him, waiting a moment before lifting his head up to look Darren in the eyes, his answer coming out more like a question.
Darren smiled gently and closed the gap between them to kiss Chris softly, “I’ll be here.” He whispered against Chris’ lips again.
Chris smiled in return and laid his head back down onto Darren’s chest, closing his eyes and syncing up his breaths in time with Darren’s heartbeat.
“Hey Chris?”
“Hmm?” Chris hummed back quietly.
“Happy birthday."
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Darren/Chris
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 8024
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Electric Feel by MGMT
Summary: It's Chris' 21st birthday, and everyone's going to go out to celebrate. But all Chris really wants is Darren. Too bad he's straight and they're co-workers.
Warnings: swearing, some angst, some fluff, some tequila and a whole lot of vodka.
A/N: This...spiraled out of control. What was just supposed to be smutty birthday!fic turned into this 8k-monster that I wrote in about 7 hours. Also written for my friend Sol, hope you like it, bb.
When Chris Colfer wakes up on his 21st birthday, it’s not to the sound of his alarm clock. No, instead, it’s to the sound of quiet whisperings and hushed giggles. He stayed completely still in bed as he weighed his options. On one hand, he could keep his eyes closed, keep his breaths regulated. He’s a damn good actor after all; surely faking sleep shouldn’t be that hard. But on the other, he knew it would only be a matter of time before someone jumped on the bed and forced him to open his eyes.
He inwardly sighed as he lifted his head off the pillow and cracked an eye open.
A chorus of ‘happy birthday!’s rang through the air and he suppressed the urge to groan at the loud noise.
He began to slowly turn over in bed and sure enough, not two seconds later, Ashley and Lea were jumping onto bed with him, hugging him tightly from either side as he struggled to sit up.
He rolled his eyes as he looked at his friends, all of whom were either standing in a circle around his bed or sitting across the room on Darren’s, and all looking way too happy at –what time was it? Jesus Christ, 7am—. But their smiles were infectious and soon enough Chris was grinning along with them.
“Here ya go, birthday boy.” Mark said as he magically pulled a lighter out the pocket of his basketball shorts and lit a small candle on top of a cupcake, handing it over to Chris.
“Make a wish!” Dianna called out.
Chris glanced up at the group of people around him, eyes searching around the room before he found what he was looking for. He locked eyes with Darren for the briefest of moments before looking back down at the cupcake and blowing out the candle.
**
An hour later, after many hugs (well, dog piles), cupcakes, laughs, and promises to go out later that night, everyone decided to leave the room.
Chris collapsed back onto his bed, throwing an arm over his face when he heard a soft chuckle come from across the room.
“What?” He asked, muffled by his arm.
Darren shrugged even though Chris wasn’t looking at him and walked across the room to sit on the edge of Chris’ bed.
“Nothin’, just…for a guy who’s finally 21, you don’t seem too enthused.”
Chris lifted the arm off of his face and turned his head, raising an eyebrow, “You try going to bed at 3 in the morning after a show and then being woken up at 7am by–…actually, never mind. You could probably go three days without any sleep and still jump around like Tigger on acid.”
Darren didn’t say anything. Instead he just laughed his stupidly adorable laugh in return; the one that made him look all of five years old and the one that makes Chris want to do nothing more than to pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him senseless.
But he can’t and he won’t.
Instead Chris sits back up again, crossing his legs under him and turning to face Darren, “So, any plans for the day before the show?”
“That depends.”
“On?” Chris asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“On whether or not you decided to get your lazy ass out of bed or not, Colfer,” Darren told him grinning, his tongue sticking out between his teeth like a child.
Chris rolled his eyes but then uncrossed his legs, scooting down the bed until he was sitting next to Darren.
They were inches apart, close enough that Chris could feel Darren’s breath on his skin, close enough that Chris could see specks of color in Darren’s hazel eyes, close enough that Chris could…
“Well, come on then,” Chris said, suddenly breathless as he sprung off of the bed and towards his suitcase, “It’s my birthday and I want to eat something not covered in frosting.”
With his back turned as he rummaged around for clothes to wear for the day, Chris missed the way Darren’s eyes followed his every movement around the room.
**
In the end, breakfast ended up being Darren dragging him into an old diner a few blocks away from their hotel.
A few people looked at them with recognition in their eyes, but thankfully they were left alone.
Their waitress was an older woman, with her greying hair up in a messy bun and when she looked at them, she just smiled, “Good morning, boys, I’m Amy and I’ll be your waitress. What can I get two cuties like yourselves?”
Chris looked down, his cheeks flushing, but Darren laughed and grinned at her, nudging Chris’ foot with his own and nodding towards him, “It’s this one here’s birthday, so he can have whatever he wants.”
Chris’ flush deepened but he looked up and gave the waitress a small smile.
“Oh! Well, in that care, happy birthday, dear! How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” Chris answered, kicking Darren under the table when the other boy wouldn’t stop laughing under his breath.
“Well then, I hope you have a really great day and hopefully remember most of it tomorrow.”
Darren lost it again, laughing loudly, not caring about the people around them, and Chris had to resist the urge to reach over the table to smack him all the while biting his lip to keep from laughing himself.
“Alrighty, I’ll just leave you boys with some coffee and come back once you’ve decided. And you,” She said, turning towards Darren, “You better treat him right on his birthday.” She told him with a small smile.
“Oh trust me, ma’am, I will.”
Chris sat in shock, the smile wiped off of his face completely. Did that really just…did she actually imply that…oh my god.
Darren seemed to finally take notice in Chris’ change of demeanor because he sobered up fairly quickly and reached over, grabbing Chris’ hand in his.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Chris jumped, looking over at Darren before looking down at their hands, quickly pulling his out from under Darren’s as if it had been burned.
“I-I…Darren, she thinks we’re together.”
Darren pulled his hand back across the table slowly and shrugged as he folded his arms on top of the table.
“So?”
“So? So?! Darren, if something like this gets out, the media will have a field day! Not to mention that you’re straight.” Chris said it all in a loud whisper, hunched over the table.
Darren scoffed, and Chris could have sworn he heard the word ‘labels’ come out of Darren’s mouth, but then Darren was folding his hands and leaning across the table.
“Chris, stop worrying so much, please. Nobody’s going to find out anything because nothing…because nothing is going on. You’re one of my best friends and today is your birthday, and as such, I’m treating you to breakfast, because that’s what friends do. Okay?”
Chris stayed silent, staring at Darren, worry lines still etched into his features.
“Chris. Okay?” Darren prompted again, raising his eyebrows slightly, his voice quieter than before.
“Y-yeah…okay.” Chris agreed, pulling back and sitting upright in the booth just as Amy came began walking back to them.
“So, what will you boys be having?”
**
After Chris’ freak-out, the rest of the morning went by smoothly.
Darren insisted on paying for breakfast, threatening to burn Chris’ wallet if he even took it out of his back pocket, so Chris conceded, bitchfacing Darren the entire time.
They still had a few hours to kill before they needed to start heading to the venue for the show, so they just started…walking.
They ended up at a street market littered with hundreds of people and dozens upon dozens street vendors.
In other words, Darren was like a kid in a candy store.
He continuously dragged Chris towards tables and pulled random things off of racks. He tried on ridiculous hats and made even more ridiculous faces until Chris was gasping for air at laughing so hard.
Chris stopped at one vendor who had various paintings on display, fascination and awe clear on his face.
“Hey Chris?”
“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head towards Darren but keeping his eyes on the artist as he painted the people around them on his canvas with ease.
“I’ll be right back, stay here, yeah?”
Chris nodded and replied, “Yeah, sure.” But Darren had already gone off.
Chris moved onto the next vendor, another painter, but this time it was a woman. Where the first painter drew people, she painted landscapes. Pictures of oceans, of forests, cities, lakes, each one more beautiful than the last.
It made him think about when he was little, finger-painting with his sister and joking that one day he would become an artist and people all over the world would love him for his art.
In a way…Chris supposed it came true.
As an actor, his art was his performances, and people all over really did love him for it.
It gave Chris comfort, to know that what he was doing really was what he had always wanted to do.
“Hey.” Darren said, popping up next to him suddenly, a bit breathless.
Chris jumped, being rocked from his thoughts as he turned to face Darren.
“Where did you run off to?”
Darren shrugged, “Nowhere. You seemed really into the art, so I figured I’d let you stick around a bit.”
Chris raised an eyebrow in suspicion but said nothing. His phone began vibrating in his pocket and he checked it, seeing a text from Lea saying they had to be at the venue within the next two hours.
“We should be heading back.”
Darren nodded and grabbed Chris’ elbow gently, turning them both in the direction that they came in.
Chris couldn’t be certain, but he thought that maybe Darren’s face looked…disappointed.
**
Darren and Chris were greeted by Mark when they got to the hotel lobby and he handed them each a drink from Starbucks.
“Amber and Naya went on a coffee run. They might’ve melted a bit, but should taste just the same.”
“Thanks man.” Darren said smiling as he drank his.
“What’s up dude, you usually down coffee like it’s oxygen.” Mark asked when Chris just stared at his cup.
“There’s not like…vodka in this, is there? Or tequila? Because Mark, I swear—”
Mark rolled his eyes before grabbing the cup out of Chris’ hand and drinking some himself, “There see, completely alcohol-free.”
Chris took the cup back but still eyed it warily; “Somehow I still don’t trust you.”
“Just drink your damn coffee, Colfer, the bus will be here soon.”
Chris knew he was being overdramatic, but after being friends with them all for a few years, he had a right to be cautious, especially now since he could legally drink.
Still, his coffee was perfect (thank the lord for Amber Riley and her ability to remember exactly how Chris liked his drinks) and soon enough they were all piling into the party bus.
Heather, Naya, and Lea commandeered Chris immediately, talking about what they were going to do that night and Chris tried to pay attention, he did, but instead his focus was predominately on Darren and Cory having some sort of drum-off competition in the back of the bus.
Yup. The guy he was totally crazy about was…totally crazy.
Just perfect.
**
The show, as always, was amazing.
Chris didn’t care that they did the same thing over and over again each night because he still just couldn’t get over it.
A few years ago he was the biggest loser in high school and nobody could give two shits about him.
But now? Now he was on the most popular show in the country (maybe even the world) and he got to sing to sold-out crowds almost every single night. He’s won awards and been in magazines and he has best friends who are pretty much his family and he matters.
Sometimes he was afraid that he was going to wake up still in 4th period algebra and this was all just one, big elaborate dream.
He pinched himself every once in a while just to keep that fear at bay.
After changing into street clothes and going out to greet the fans, everyone got back onto the bus and headed back to the hotel.
The atmosphere in the bus was vastly different to how it was earlier. Everyone was excited, practically bouncing in their seats.
But Chris was just sitting in between Chord and Ashley, nervous energy making his leg bounce up and down.
“You okay, babe?” Ashley asked, nudging his shoulder.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, just…I dunno, winding down from the show still, I guess.” He told her, smiling for emphasis.
She seemed to believe his answer because she nodded and grinned back, “Yeah, it was awesome. Great way to start off your night, huh birthday boy?”
At the mere mention of ‘birthday’, everyone in the bus exploded, cheering and laughing and just acting completely carefree.
Chris wished that he knew why there was a knot in his stomach, he really did.
But everyone was excited, and he wasn’t going to be the one to put a damper on their night, so he sucked it up and grinned along.
**
The girls all practically raced into the same room (Heather and Naya’s) while all the guys just watched them with raised eyebrows before going off into their own rooms.
“You were great tonight,” Darren told him as he swiped his key card and held the door open for Chris to enter first.
“Thanks. So were you.”
Darren shook his head as he closed the door, quickly unzipping his hoodie and throwing it over to his bed, “Nah man, not nearly as good as you. I completely fucked up and almost made Dianna fall over. Not to mention I flubbed the lyrics to Teenage Dream again. You’d think that after singing that song almost every day for months on end would sear the lyrics into my brain.”
Chris laughed as he lugged his suitcase up onto his bed, “You? Remembering lyrics? Please. What’re you gunna tell me next, the sky is green?”
“Oh, ha ha. Laugh it the fuck up, Chris. Keep it up and you’ll regret it.”
Chris turned around, raising an eyebrow and putting a hand on his hip, “Oh really. And how exactly will I ‘regret it’ Darren?” He asked challenging.
“Well, for starters…I won’t give you this.” Darren rummaged around in his bag for a second before pulling his hand out, a small box lying flat on his palm.
Chris dropped the hand from his waist and his mouth opened slightly in shock.
“Darren…you…you didn’t. You didn’t have to get me—”
“Shut up, Chris.” Darren cut him off, speaking quietly as he closed the distance between them, palm up in offering.
Chris stared at the small, brown cardboard box in Darren’s hand for a moment before flicking his gaze up.
All joking was gone now. Darren’s face was sincere as he stared back into Chris’ eyes.
The moment went on forever, seconds ticking by like days as Chris just…stared, finding it impossible to look away.
He thought it should be disconcerting, that by now he knew every spec of color in Darren’s eyes, the slant of his nose, the bow of his lips. Every freckle, every scar, the way his hair curled up behind his ears no matter how much gel they used on him.
Chris knew it all.
And suddenly it was like someone flipped a switch, making time speed up, move faster than normal.
Chris shook his head a bit, clearing it as he tore his eyes away from Darren’s and back down to the hand in front of him.
“Darren, are you s—”
“Chris…please?”
Chris didn’t even have to look up to know that Darren was giving him that face. The one that was all puppy-dog eyes and pouting lips and made Chris was to stand up and offer him the world.
He took the box slowly and opened it, revealing a small brown, beaded bracelet, much like the one Darren was currently wearing.
“I…when I saw a jewelry vendor earlier today, I knew I had to get you something. I mean, it’s nothing fancy or anything. I mean, god, it was like fifteen bucks, so it’s actually pretty crappy, but for some reason I thought of you when I saw it and so I just—”
“Darren?”
“Yeah?” he replied on the same breath as before.
“Thank you.”
**
It was more than an hour later when everyone finally emerged from their rooms, Chris and Cory being the first ones out and waiting in the lobby.
The girls all had on either the tightest pair of jeans imaginable or skirts that were so short they left nothing to the imagination.
Most of the guys just wore the same jeans they had on earlier and just changed shirts; Kevin, Harry and Cory now having their hair spiky and messy instead of flat on their head.
Chris wore one of his many pairs of black skinny jeans with his favorite pair of boots and one of his tighter grey button downs with a skinny tie under his black leather jacket, leaving his hair alone since it was still styled from the show.
When Chris saw Darren though, time did that whole slowing down thing again.
Darren’s jeans were tight. Chris has seen Darren wear skinny jeans before but these were just in a league of their own. And he was wearing that shirt. The one that made Chris want to cry because it just wasn’t possible for someone to look that good wearing something that simple.
He was pretty sure there were blogs dedicated to this damned white shirt with its tight cuffs around his biceps and the open buttons down the front and Jesus Christ, Chris needed some alcohol in him now.
“Alright, everyone’s here, let’s party!” Lea yelled, looping her arm through Chris’ and leading the way outside to where four large taxi’s waited.
Everyone paired off and Chris looked over to Darren for a second before Dianna was grabbing his other arm and the three of them, joined by Ashley, all piled into one of the cabs.
“I so call getting you your first shot, Chris!” Lea said excited, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him from the side tightly.
Chris just rolled his eyes exasperatedly and smiled at the tiny brunette next to him as they all drove off to whatever club it was that Harry and Kevin decided on.
**
Okay, Chris had to admit, getting his hand stamped legally to drink for the first time was pretty awesome, especially since the whole group cheered when it happened, their excitement becoming infectious.
They filed in and soon enough, Harry, Heather, Kevin and Naya were making a bee-line towards the dance floor.
Lea, Dianna, Amber and Ashley all pulled Chris over to the bar and Lea excitedly bought them all a round of vodka shots.
“Here’s to a night you hopefully won’t remember in the morning!” Ashley yelled as they all clinked their glasses together and downed their shots.
It took two more rounds before the girls let him go and Chris could still feel the slow burn of his throat from the alcohol.
“So, ready for another?”
Chris turned around at the voice and saw Darren smirking at him, a shot in his hand.
“I don’t think I’m quite ready for more vodka right now, sorry.”
“Well it’s a good thing that isn’t vodka then, huh.”
Chris raised an eyebrow as Darren handed him the shot but said nothing as his eyes followed Darren’s movements, watching as he walked away for a moment towards a small table where Cory and Mark were on their third round of beers.
Darren reached around them to grab something off the table before coming back.
There was mischief in his eyes, that much was for sure.
But there was something else too.
Something darker.
Something that made Chris’ stomach tighten and his knees suddenly feel weaker.
Without saying a word Darren reached out, grabbing Chris’ hand and bringing it to his lips, taking the junction between his thumb and pointer finger into his mouth and sucking on the skin, laving at it with his tongue.
Chris swore he felt his knees buckle.
Darren’s eyes stayed on his the whole time and the moment lasted forever and not nearly long enough.
Darren then took Chris’ hand away from his mouth and brought his other hand up, one that was holding a slice of lime, and spilled salt all over the wet skin.
Darren crowded into his space even closer than before, still holding Chris’ hand in his own.
“Lick.” He commanded, and Chris did, his body moving on autopilot as his body obeyed Darren’s every word, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking away the salt.
“Drink.” With a shaky hand, Chris brought the shot glass up to his lips and knocked it back.
“Suck.” Darren told him, holding the wedge between them at face-level. Chris leaned forward and did as he was told, sucking the sour juice from the lime into his mouth and down his throat with the tequila and salt, his eyes never once leaving Darren’s.
Electric.
That was the only word Chris could think of that could explain how everything felt at that moment.
It was like there was electricity in the air above them, around them, in them.
If one of them didn’t make a move soon Chris was sure he would explode.
He was knocked back into reality by Jenna yelling “Hey guys!”, a margarita in her hand.
“Come on, everyone’s waiting for you two!” She told them as she got behind Darren and pushed them both into the crowd on the dance floor.
The moment they got there, everyone formed a circle. It was hard to tell who was who as everyone moved to the beat, a tangled mess of body parts surrounding him as the beat from the bass thrummed through the room and into Chris’ very being.
Soon enough they were all sweaty and letting the music control them, not even bothering to look at who they were grinding on.
Mark and Amber stopped dancing first, so they took it upon themselves to get drinks for everyone. And by everyone, that mostly meant Chris.
He stopped asking what drinks were after his fourth shot from Mark, just taking the glasses and downing them as they were handed to him.
He moved to the beat with Dianna in front of him when he suddenly felt two hands grab his waist and a body pressing up close to his from behind.
He began to freak out but then he saw a flash of hazel and curly hair and he relaxed into the hold, far too gone to care as he leaned back into it.
Darren’s hold on his hips tightened when Dianna moved away to dance with Lea and suddenly it was just them.
The beat changed to something slower, harder, the bass pumping out through the speakers and making his heart beat in time to it.
Darren slipped one arm from his hip to around his waist and Chris reached down to it, lying his arm over Darren’s and twining their fingers together across his stomach as they rocked to the beat that strummed through their veins.
Chris’ other arm reached up and tangled into the curls at the nape of Darren’s neck, pulling his head down so it was settled into the crook of Chris’ neck.
They stayed moving like that for the rest of the song.
At one point Kevin came over with another shot (because seriously, it was everyone’s mission to make sure Christopher Colfer was plastered before the night was over) but before he could grab it, Darren’s hand was shooting out and taking the shot out of Kevin’s hand.
Chris glanced through his peripheral to Darren’s eyes in confusion but then Chris felt a thumb on his lip and when he turned his eyesight back forwards, he saw Darren had the glass up against his lips.
Chris let Darren coax his mouth open with pour the burning liquid into his mouth, tilting his head back until it rested on Darren’s shoulder as he swallowed.
Without thinking about it, Chris turned in Darren’s grasp, throwing both of his arms over Darren’s shoulders, a hand quickly sinking into Darren’s hair to keep their heads close and low.
Darren kept one arm firmly around Chris’ waist and let the other wander. Chris quickly thought about just where the hell Darren put the shot glass, but then his hand was trailing up and down his back, over his arms, across his neck and chest. Constantly moving and touching, never stopping in one place long enough for Chris to really feel it.
Darren shifted them, moving his legs and suddenly slipping one of his legs through Chris’, his thigh right there and oh…that…that was kind of perfect.
Instead of pushing away like he knew he should, Chris pulled closer into Darren, rolling his hips up into Darren, eliciting a small gasp from the other boy, his hand stuttering on the side of Chris’ ribcage.
This was wrong. This was so so wrong. Darren was straight and they were co-workers. But he couldn’t stop.
Everything was so hot and slow and intense and all Chris knew was that he wanted more, he needed more. He very well may die if this didn’t continue.
One of Chris’ arms slid down from Darren’s neck and trailed down his spine before resting at Darren’s hip, squeezing in time with the roll of his hips.
The breathy noises Darren was making next to his ear were some of the hottest things Chris has ever heard and knew it had to be wrong to want to get off on it, but the music and the alcohol and all he was feeling just didn’t seem to care.
And then suddenly Darren’s lips were on his neck, kissing, licking, biting, constantly moving as his hips and body found the perfect counter-rhythm to Chris’.
Chris clutched at Darren’s head harder, forcing his head to stay down and for his mouth to just keep doing that
Chris had a vague thought of how PC it would be to come in his pants on the middle of the dance floor when Darren found a spot in the dip of his collar bone and all thoughts of being politically correct flew out the window.
Darren moaned in his ear, whispering a breathy “Oh my god, Chris.” and just like that, the illusion shattered.
They couldn’t be doing this.
Chris pulled back suddenly, disentangling himself from Darren, a look of shock on both of their faces.
“We…we can’t…Darren…” Chris tried to take a step back but stumbled, and Darren was suddenly there again, holding on tightly to his arms to keep him upright.
“Chris, we—”
“No, Darren, we can’t…I can—I need to lie down.”
Darren frowning slightly at Chris but then looked over to their table where mostly everyone now resided.
“Come on.”
“Dar—”
Chris’ complaints were drowned out by the music as Darren held his hand and pulled him along.
“Hey guys, Chris has had enough, so I’m gunna take him back to the hotel.”
A few of the girls looked at Chris worriedly while a few of them looked at their linked hands, knowing smiles beginning to form on their lips.
“You sure you don’t want us all to come?”
Darren shook his head, reaching behind Mark’s chair to grab Chris’ jacket, “Nah, it’s cool. You guys stay and enjoy the rest of the night; we’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Everyone agreed, a few girls standing to hug them both goodbye before Darren led the way out of the club.
Once they were outside, Chris ripped his hand out of Darren’s grasp.
“I don’t need a babysitter, Darren.”
“I never said you did.” Darren responded as he hailed a taxi.
“Then why are you coming back?”
“Because,” Darren answered as a cab stopped next to them and Darren opened the door for Chris, “We need to talk.”
**
The entire ride back to the hotel was tense.
Darren threw a $20 at the cabbie without even looking at the fair, muttering for the driver to keep the change as they both stepped out of the car.
Chris was wobbly on his feet and thankfully didn’t protest when Darren kept a firm hand on his elbow, leading the way into the hotel and up to their room.
Darren could feel the emotions rising through Chris with every step they took closer to their room and the second they stepped inside, he exploded.
“What the fuck was that, Darren?!” Chris yelled, wrenching his arm out of Darren grasp and spinning to face him, eyes blazing.
Darren clenched his jaw and raked a hand through his hair as he walked by Chris straight over to his bed, sitting on the edge and sinking his head down into his hands.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? That’s bullshit, Darren! We practically fucked on the dance floor! And I know you’re totally not into the labels shit, but last time I fuckin’ checked you.are.straight.” Chris followed him over to towards the bed, looming over him, anger and hurt lacing the words he was throwing at Darren.
“I’m not going to fucking be your experiment or whatever, okay, Darren, I’m not!”
“You think that’s what this is?” Darren asked quietly, lifting his head to face Chris, his face broken.
“I don’t know what to think!” Chris bit out through clenched teeth, trying to keep his emotions at bay.
“I don’t know Chris!” Darren finally yelled back, standing up and crowding into Chris’ space again.
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on or why I feel like this, but I do! I’ve never fucking felt like this with anyone! And it’s fucking scary and I have no fucking clue what to do but all I know is that I need you, Chris, okay?!"
Chris shook his head, unconsciously moving a few steps back. Darren followed without thinking, like they were tethered together, like magnets or gravity was forcing them to move together.
“You don’t get to say things like that. It’s….it’s not fair to me.” Chris said quietly, breathing shakily.
“Why?”
Chris shook his head again, keeping his head down, his hands becoming tight fists at his side as he felt the familiar burn of tears beginning to prick at his eyes.
“Why not, Chris. Tell me…”
Chris stayed quiet, head down, a few stray tears rolling over the bridge of his nose and falling to the carpet between them.
With a shaky hand Darren reached out and placed his fingers under Chris’ jaw, tilting his head up slowly, his thumb wiping away a tear by Chris’ lip.
“Because,” Chris said quietly, voice shaking, lip trembling as he stared into Darren’s eyes, “It’ll hurt too much when you decide you were wrong and want to end it.”
Darren’s composure completely cracked then, like broken dam, because suddenly tears were pooling in his eyes and his hands were shaking and his breaths were coming out stuttered and uneven.
“Chris, I…I swear—I, I wouldn’t do that to you. You mean…you’re so important to me and I know I act like a total idiot most of the time but...God, I would never hurt you like that.”
Chris didn’t say a word, just kept looking into Darren’s eyes while he held Chris’ face in his hand gently.
“I know you want me too.” Darren said after a beat of silence, voice whispered, as quiet as a breath, hand twitching on Chris’ face.
“I’ve known for a while, which is why…which is why I had to be sure about how I felt before I…before I did—”
They didn’t even realize they had moved until their lips were a hair’s breadth apart.
“Chris,” Darren breathed against his lips and that was all it took for Chris.
He surged forward, capturing Darren’s lips with his. He sucked Darren’s bottom lip into his mouth and tugged on it, laving it with his tongue, making Darren groan into his mouth.
Darren then backed them up without breaking the kiss, trapping Chris between the heat of his body and the wall and suddenly Darren was everywhere, his hands roaming over Chris’ body, leaving trails of sparks and fire in his wake.
Chris could do nothing more than hold on as Darren took over, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Chris pushed his tongue into Darren’s mouth, needing more. Needing to taste Darren as he breathed.
One of Darren’s hands found his skinny tie and he wrapped it around his fist, pulling Chris’ head closer to his own, making Chris moan brokenly into Darren’s mouth.
He didn’t realize how hard he was until Darren bucked forward with the sounds Chris was making, small stuttering gasps heaving out of both of them when their hips lined up perfectly.
“C-Chris?” Darren bit out questioningly, trying and failing to keep his hips still.
Chris just nodded frantically, his lips trailing wetly over Darren’s stubbled jaw and down his throat, kissing and sucking his way down, loving the noises Darren kept making.
Chris felt Darren’s hands on his lower back squeeze his hips tightly before moving lower. Before Chris could register what was happening, Darren moved lower for a second and the next thing he knew, Darren was picking him up and wrapping Chris’ legs around his waist.
“Fuck,” Chris groaned, pulling his mouth away from Darren’s neck and snapping his head back against the wall, the sudden change in positions lining their dicks up perfectly.
Chris locked his ankles tightly behind Darren and helped to loosen his tie off his neck as Darren began to unbutton the top of Chris’ shirt, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on the skin that was slowly being revealed.
“Fuck…Darren, move,” Chris bit out, yanking Darren’s head back by the hair and colliding their mouths together again, all finesse flying out the window and being replaced and knocking teeth and bitten lips.
Darren rocked his hips up into Chris and they both groaned at the contact and how the change in angle made all the difference.
Chris gave up on trying to keep a rhythm and just focused on how everything felt so close and so hot and so strong.
He focused on Darren.
On the way sweat began to bead on his temple and the way his eyes were blown wide with lust. The way he kept up the tempo they were moving in, just like they were back at the club.
It was all too much and not enough.
“D-Darren…” Chris mumbled breathlessly, arms and legs shaking with how hard he was clutching Darren’s body to his, how close he was.
“It’s okay, Chris,” Darren responded, finding a spot behind Chris’ ear that sent shivers down his spine.
“Let go.” Darren whispered.
Chris felt it more than heard it, the vibrations of Darren’s voice coursing through him and being just enough for Chris to do as asked of him.
He came hard, hips stuttering against Darren’s, a broken moan ripping out of his throat and against Darren’s face as he kept the movements up, slowly slowing down until he was just holding Chris, kissing up Chris’ neck, his jaw, his face, his temple.
Chris slowly untangled himself from Darren, his legs wobbly before pressing close to kiss him again.
That’s when Chris felt it. That’s when Chris realized that even though he had just gotten off (Jesus fuck had he gotten off), Darren hadn’t.
“D-Darren, I—”
Chris looked down between them pointedly and Darren blushed a bit before shrugging, leaning over to try and kiss Chris again.
“Don’t worry about it, this was about you and—”
Chris pulled his head back before their lips could make contact, making Darren whine a bit. Chris smirked before placing both of his hands on either side of Darren’s neck and pulling his head over until his lips were right next to Darren’s ear.
“I want you to fuck me.”
The air punched out of Darren like a gunshot because whoa, what.
Darren pulled his head back to look Chris in the eye, but then Chris’ mouth was on his again and he was backing them up until they hit the closest bed –Chris’ apparently—and then Chris was on top of him, pushing and pulling them both up the bed.
He pulled away and sat up, removing the few remaining buttons on his shirt before pulling it off, throwing it onto the floor.
He reached down for the hem of Darren’s shirt, but Darren’s hand stopped him, grabbing his left wrist and pulling his hand up.
Chris was about to protest but then he realized Darren was looking at his wrist.
The wrist that was currently wearing the bracelet Darren had given him, matching the one on Darren’s right.
Darren looked up at him again, dozens of emotions passing through his gaze before he pulled Chris’ hand up to his mouth, kissing his wrist under the bracelet and releasing his hold.
Things slowed down after that, became less frantic and more heated, the slow burning build-up of everything that was about to happen making their movements slower, more precise.
They undressed each other slowly, almost reverently, kissing and feeling and touching each other as more skin was revealed.
Chris kind of wanted to cry over how perfect everything felt.
Soon they were completely naked and Chris was coming back to the bed, a small bag in his hand (“I’m a guy on a country-wide tour; I’m not stupid enough to go on a trip this long without…supplies.”)
Darren laughed and rolled them over so he was on top, hovering over Chris, keeping his weight up on his arms and he bent down to slowly kiss Chris everywhere he could, he forehead, eyelids, nose, each cheek.
He hovered over Chris’ face, their lips barely grazing, “You’re sure?” He asked.
Chris looked up at him, really looked.
Darren was giving him an out.
After all they had already said and done, Darren was still telling him that it was okay if they didn’t do this, if he didn’t want this.
Darren cared about him that much that he was willing to sacrifice his own feelings for Chris’.
Chris closed the small gap between them, kissing Darren slowly.
This kiss was different from all the rest.
Where the others were hard and forceful, this one was soft and gentle.
And it was all that Chris needed to know that this is exactly where he wanted to be.
Chris had hooked up with guys in the past, sure, but it never went anywhere beyond a fumbling hand job or horrible blow jobs.
He never let anyone get that close.
Not until now.
Not until Darren Criss walked into his life with his ridiculous hair and his pink sunglasses and his guitar that seemed to be an extra appendage, completely throwing Chris’ world off its axis and changing absolutely everything about Chris’ life for the better.
Darren broke the kiss before reaching over, tearing the bag open and taking out the small bottle of lube and the condom.
He glanced up one more time at Chris’ face as he dribbled the liquid over his fingers, coating them liberally.
Chris saw the change in Darren’s eyes as he shifted his hips. He watched as the bright hazel color turned dark, his pupils blowing wide and swallowing up his irises with pure want.
Darren worked painstakingly slow, not wanting to hurt Chris in any way, and really, Chris appreciated it, but he was getting hard again and at this point he was toying with the idea that maybe Darren was doing it on purpose, prolonging it for as long as possible, getting off on the way Chris fell apart by his hand.
“D-Darren, please,” Chris bit out, his chest heaving, fingers grappling over the sheets and the pillow behind him, his head thrashing.
Darren just hummed in response, crooking one of his fingers inside of him making Chris scream out, his back arching off of the bed because holy fuck.
Chris was panting, trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could as he looked over at Darren who was smirking.
Chris decided to pay him back by untangling his hand from the sheet and reaching over, pumping Darren’s dick in his hand.
Darren made a choked-off noise before moaning low in his throat, his fingers stuttering.
“F-fuck, Chris,” Darren groaned, his head falling forward, breaths coming out in pants.
Chris pulled his hand away before reaching down, pulling Darren’s hand out from him and grabbing the condom.
“I…I need you in me, Darren, stop making me wait.” Chris said breathlessly as he sat up, making Darren sit back on his knees.
Chris tore open the condom before surging forward to kiss him hard, claiming Darren’s mouth with his.
They both looked down, panting together as Chris rolled the condom onto Darren. Darren leaned his forehead on Chris’ shoulder, his sweaty curls matted down onto his forehead, as Chris then poured more lube onto him, jacking Darren’s dick one, twice, before pulling away.
“It’ll be easier if you—”
Chris shook his head before resuming his previous position of lying on his back, looking up at Darren.
“Wanna see you.” Was all Chris said, and Darren understood. He understood completely.
They needed to look into each other’s eyes for this, needed to be connected in as many ways as possible.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop.” Darren mumbled as he got into position before, hovering over Chris.
“Not gonna happen,” Chris answered, looking Darren straight in the eye, trying to convey as much sincerity as he could through his stare.
Darren pushed in slowly, stopping his movements all together when Chris winced, waiting for Chris’ nod to continue.
Darren was shaking above him when he bottomed out, arms trembling and breaths coming out shakily.
Chris reached up to push Darren’s hair off his forehead, trailing his finger down the side of his face and across Darren’s mouth, tracing his lips.
Darren kissed his finger before taking it into mouth, swirling his tongue around it, making Chris let out a soft moan. Darren let it out with a wet pop before he leaned down to kiss Chris and started moving, his hips shallowly thrusting.
Chris began to meet Darren’s thrust and they soon created a pace for themselves.
One of Darren’s hands trailed over Chris chest and down, tracing lines of sinewy muscle, down his ribcage, his thumb stroking over his hip bone and further.
Chris’ breath hitched in his throat when Darren wrapped his hand around his dick, everything feeling so intense he felt like he was about to fly out of his skin.
Darren picked up the pace, thrusting hard inside of Chris in time with the strokes of his hand.
It was all way too much.
Chris’ chest heaved as he tried to get air in his lungs to breathe, his head thrown back on the pillow as Darren hit that spot again, over and over, his whole body arching off the bed.
Darren leaned down, taking advantage of Chris’ exposed neck, sucking lightly where his Adam’s apple was before moving over, laving at the skin near Chris’ collarbone, sucking it into his mouth.
His hand lost its previous rhythm, but Chris didn’t seem to care as he pulled Darren’s head over and fused their mouths together again, forcing his tongue into Darren’s mouth, tasting the saltiness of his own skin on Darren’s tongue.
Chris was close, sososo fucking close, the kiss turned into them panting into each other’s mouth, sharing oxygen as Darren twisted his hand just so and completely ended it for Chris.
Even though he had gotten off earlier, Chris was pretty sure he had never come so hard in his life. He moaned loud and long and brokenly, the noise ringing throughout the room as Darren continued to stroke him through it until it became too much.
Chris reached down for Darren’s hand and without preamble, started sucking Darren’s fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
Darren’s body jerked and he groaned loudly and Chris continued to lick at his hand, his eyes hooded and dark.
Darren yanked his hand away and leaned over, kissing Chris hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth, gathering Chris’ taste into his own mouth.
Suddenly Chris was grabbing his arm and pushing, making Darren freeze. Did he want to stop?
But no, Chris was maneuvering them until Darren was flat on his back and Chris was straddling his hips.
“Christ, Chris, what’re you—”
Without a word, Chris rose up and grabbed Darren’s dick from behind, positioning himself before sinking down slowly.
“Holy fuck, Chris!” Darren screamed, back arching and shoving himself further into Chris, making the other boy moan above him.
Chris planted one of his hands on Darren’s chest, fingers splayed. The other reached up to twine with Darren’s near his head, resting on the pillow.
Chris rose up before sinking back down, quickly setting a pace for himself.
Every time Chris sank down, Darren would thrust up and he felt so fucking full this way. He couldn’t believe his spent this long without feeling like this. He looked down at Darren to see his eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open, breaths puffing out in spurts intermitted with groans and bitten-off curses.
He did this. He turned Darren, someone who was usually very verbose and extremely well-spoken, into a thrashing, groaning mess.
Darren’s hold on Chris’ waist tightened enough to almost bruise but Chris didn’t even care.
He wanted it.
He wanted to be marked by Darren, wanted to look in the mirror tomorrow and see his body and know that none of this was a dream, that it really happened.
He wanted to look in the mirror and know that he belonged to someone. And that someone belonged to him.
Darren’s thrust became erratic and then he was coming, long and hard, his choked-off groan bouncing off the walls.
Chris let him catch his breath; thumb rubbing circles on Darren’s chest before he slowly pulled up and off, hissing softly at the change.
Darren tied off the condom and threw it across the room in the general vicinity of one of the garbage cans.
“That’s gross.” Chris huffed out before Darren wrapped his arms around Chris and pulled, making Chris fall on top of him, knocking the air out of both of them.
“Tired. Clean up later.” Darren mumbled against his neck, kissing it softly.
Chris settled into the crook of Darren’s arm, snuggling closer when Darren leaned down to grab the sheet that was pushed to the edge of the bed, draping it over them.
“You’ll be here, right?” Chris asked quietly, his hold around Darren’s waist tightening subconsciously.
Darren raised an eyebrow in question, confused.
"I mean...you won't...if I wake up tomorrow, you won't suddenly be gone and start avoiding me or anything?" Chris asked, worry lacing his words.
Darren looked down before pushing Chris’ sweaty hair back off his forehead and kissing his temple, “I swear I’ll be here. I’ll be here til you don’t want me to be.” Darren answered quietly, squeezing Chris back, tangling their fingers together over his chest.
“Then you better get ready to stick around for a long time?” Chris told him, waiting a moment before lifting his head up to look Darren in the eyes, his answer coming out more like a question.
Darren smiled gently and closed the gap between them to kiss Chris softly, “I’ll be here.” He whispered against Chris’ lips again.
Chris smiled in return and laid his head back down onto Darren’s chest, closing his eyes and syncing up his breaths in time with Darren’s heartbeat.
“Hey Chris?”
“Hmm?” Chris hummed back quietly.
“Happy birthday."
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