Fic (Complete): The Getaway (NC-17, Glee RPS, Chris Colfer/Darren Criss) 2 of 2
Part 1 here.
“We should go out. Get some dinner.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe walk around.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Check things out.”
“Uh-huh.”
A pause. “…I don’t want to leave this room.”
“Nope.”
“Okay-room service it is.”
“I’ll call. I think you’ve tested the staff’s fortitude enough for one day.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
“Bet I can change your mind about that.”
They had time for a quick shower before the food arrived. They ate slowly, cuddled on the couch and kissing between bites. The luxury of time-having so much time, nowhere to go and nothing to do except be together-kept catching Chris unawares; not just the novelty of it, but a revelation: that they could do this, have this, that this too could be a part of what they were to each other. A precious part, something he wanted to keep as long as he could.
He led Darren to the bedroom and laid him down, then kissed him and stroked him and used way too much lube before he climbed on and rode. Darren’s soft groans and gasps were a counterpoint to his own, strong hands on Chris’ hips keeping him anchored. Chris worked himself up and down until the muscles in his spread thighs burned and quivered, until his spine went liquid and molten-feeling. Darren was so fucking gorgeous spread out under him, sweat-wet skin and bunched muscles sliding underneath and softly parted lips and wide, luminous eyes, and it was so easy to get lost, so easy to forget everything else.
Darren’s breath hitched, his hips hitched, his hands squeezed. “I’m gonna come now.” His voice was deep, scratchy. Chris whined a little without meaning to, but Darren shook his head. “We’ll keep going, okay? It’s just… you feel too good, I can’t-oh, fuck-” the rest was lost when Darren groaned and pulled him down sharply, grinding into him, moving in tight circles and pushing deep, his head pressed back into the pillows. Chris gasped and shivered and went with it, clawing Darren’s shoulders a little, dizzy when all the blood in him rushed to his head, to his cock, tingling everywhere while Darren throbbed inside him.
Darren didn’t stop fucking him, but his thrusts slowed, became lazy and indulgent, just reveling in him, which was somehow even hotter than the gripping need had been. Chris let his head drop back, let himself groan until his throat ached, let his legs spread wider until his hips protested.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” Darren was hoarse, breathless-sounding, the words something that was usually hard for Chris to hear unless he had the wherewithal to spin it into a joke-but not now, not like this, not when Darren sounded like he was stripping his heart bare to say it.
Darren sat halfway up and wrapped around him, hot hands pressed against his back while cool, dry lips traced over his chest, his nipples, tender-wet flashes of tongue there, then teeth when his nipples hardened to tiny, sensitive points. Chris panted and cried out softly, then again when one of Darren’s hands smoothed down his back to his waist, around and down to his cock, stroking him lightly.
Chris pulled his heavy head up and let it drop forward. It made him dizzy all over again, but he couldn’t resist-Darren’s face was pressed close against his chest, his eyes drooping nearly shut, his expression somewhere between rapturous and reverent. Chris cupped his cheeks, slid shaking fingers into his damp curls, tilted him up. “Kiss me,” he breathed, “I’m gonna-” Darren’s mouth was silky and spicy and wet, so soft in comparison with the delicious rasp of his stubble, and Chris let his hips do exactly what they needed to and then groaned in Darren’s mouth and came, riding and pushing into Darren’s hand, shuddering with bone-deep pleasure.
Darren flipped him over before he was even finished, driving into him hard while he gasped. Chris let himself go lax and open-he was wet with sweat and come, his nerves still pulsing and far too sensitive, but it felt way, way too good to stop. He was sprawled bonelessly on the sheets, not even trying to suppress the soft, stunned sounds he made while Darren fucked him.
Darren kissed him through it, held him through endless, stretched-fragile moments while their bodies and breath synced, hands finding each other and lacing tight together, squeezing. They were both working hard, both sweating, straining into and against each other and moaning into each other’s mouths. Everything built slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and the world closed down and narrowed until there was just the two of them, just Darren holding him and fucking him and wringing ecstasy out of his cells, making him shake, making him need, making him come.
***
He slept like he never, ever slept: hard, and dreamlessly, and-he realized when he woke up to Darren singing and the room flooded with late-morning sunlight-for so many hours that he felt kind of drugged.
It was hard to wake up under those circumstances, and impossible to even contemplate leaving the soft, cozy, luxurious (if extremely messy) cocoon of the bed.
That got a lot more possible once he realized that Darren had been up for a while, had in fact, been out-and in the pool, which became apparent when Darren stripped the covers off the bed, tossed away the towel that wrapped his hips, and flopped down on top of Chris in all his soggy, frigid, wet-swim-trunk-wearing glory.
Chris shrieked, shoving Darren’s shoulders-but his hands just slipped off wet slick skin. “Oh my God, you dick-get off me!”
“Come swimming with me-it’s very bracing.”
“No!”
“Then take a bath with me.”
“No-baths with you in that tub are like simmering in sex broth. Get off me!”
Darren grinned. “No good-morning kiss?”
He finally got enough leverage to pitch Darren off him and onto the floor, and he didn’t spare any time worrying about any damage that might have been done, as the sound of contented giggles drifting up made it clear that any concern was unnecessary.
He took a long, lingering shower, shaved, brushed his teeth, and was debating between diet coke and coffee as he left the bathroom-only that was as far as he got, since Darren caught him around the waist the minute he came through the door, tossing him back on the bed.
“Hey-” he stopped abruptly, pushing himself up on his hands and looking around. “You put clean sheets on the bed?”
“Nope.” Darren jumped on the bed with both feet, straddling him, bouncing gently and grinning like a maniac. “I called guest services, told them what I needed, and how quickly I needed it. Two very nice gentlemen from housekeeping showed up and obliged. I tipped them lavishly. They left.”
Chris eyed him. Darren had toweled off, and swapped his swim trunks for a pair of ratty briefs that left very little to the imagination. “Were you dressed-so to speak-like that, when they got here?”
The grin widened. “Yep.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “And did your account of your needs include a description of exactly why you needed it?”
“Of course.”
He sniffed. “You couldn’t possibly have tipped lavishly enough-oof-” Darren belly-flopped onto him with no warning, and Chris barely avoided kneeing him in the balls. He meant to scold, but then they were kissing, and it was kind of hard to hold onto his desire to chastise when Darren was pressing him deep into clean sheets, hands on his wrists and wet-hot kisses, and the amazing body that Chris never seemed to get enough of sliding against his own.
“Mmm… good morning,” he said finally, with a little gasp between the words that he didn’t bother trying to cover. He was naked-he figured his erection was already telling Darren everything he needed to know.
“Good morning-it is, indeed.” Darren pinned him with one arm and leaned away, reaching down towards the floor at the far side of the bed. “I never even got to unpack, yesterday,” he said. “Never got to give you your present.”
It was curved. It was huge. It was… purple. “That’s… a present?”
“It vibrates,” Darren said brightly, showing him the base, which had buttons and a dial. Darren sounded enchanted, and he was staring at the damn thing like it was some kind of adorable pet. “It’s a butt plug.”
“I… I know what it is, Darren.” He swallowed. “It’s kind of… big.”
“Yeah,” Darren agreed enthusiastically. “I was gonna go for the standard-sized one, but then I thought about watching you try to take this one, and…” he shrugged, grinned. “Well, of course I had to go for it.”
Chris cleared his perfectly-dry throat. “Of course you did.”
***
Darren stripped off his briefs, then put a condom on the plug and liberally coated it with silicone lube, whistling the entire time. Chris tried to keep his eyes trained on his ridiculous, absurd, Geppetto-in-the-workshop dork of a boyfriend, and not on the giant, greased, purple monstrosity that said boyfriend was about to jam in his ass-but he kept getting distracted, feeling a little woozy and swimmy and fluttery in the stomach every time he did.
Of course, he needn’t have worried. Darren knew his body. Darren knew him.
“You look so fucking good like that, all spread out and taking it-” just hearing Darren say it with his voice hot and low made Chris pull his knees tighter to his chest, made his ass flex and relax, made him whine a little as he managed another half-inch of the plug Darren was twisting, working into him. “You’re such a hungry little slut, aren’t you?” Darren said, squirting more lube.
“I… fuck-”
“Take it.” Darren’s free hand stroked his thighs, then scratched with his blunt nails, and Chris bucked helplessly, rocking himself down on the deep, breaching stretch, feeling his ass throb with each beat of his heart. “You want it in you, filling you up, don’t you?”
Oh God, he did. Chris let go of his knees and covered his face with both hands, panting hard for breath and uttering short, soft cries as his body took over, aching and wanting and needing so badly…
“That’s it-get yourself fucked nice and deep, just like that, just like-” Darren broke off with a gasp and Chris groaned loudly as the widest part of the plug eased into him-and then it was in, and he’d done it, and his hands fell away from his face and fisted into the sheets because he was crammed so full he was fucking dizzy and had sparks firing all over his body, making him twitch.
“Oh God,” he said, panting.
Darren was staring, wide-eyed, at the place where the plug was inside him, his expression abruptly awed and solemn. “Oh, God,” he echoed. He looked up then, and his cheeks flushed instantly red. “I just want to yank it out of you and fuck you until you scream.”
“Uhh-” oh, hell-his hips moved on their own at that, and sparks flew everywhere. He was tingling from his scalp to his toes. “Okay-yeah, you can-”
“Oh, no,” Darren cut him off, sinking down to his elbows and eating him up with his dark eyes. “I haven’t even turned it on yet.”
Chris twitched again, and his toes curled. He whimpered.
“You get one,” Darren said absently, stroking his balls, the stretched-taut ring of his ass, gently adjusting the flared base of the plug.
“One…” Chris managed, shivering, his voice high and breathy. “One… what?”
“You can get off-once, whenever you want, however you want,” Darren answered, adding more lube-and fuck, it was dripping off his balls, there was so much. “Just once, and after that, not again-not until I tell you, okay?”
“I… oh my God-” Darren squeezed Chris’ thighs when he jumped, stilling him. The thing was quiet, only the faintest, most discreet buzz could be heard-but inside there was nothing discreet about it: his prostate was throbbing like someone was drumming on it and his nerves were firing crazily and he could feel it fucking everywhere-
“Oh, no,” Darren said when Chris reached blindly for his cock, guiding his hands back to the sheets. “Allow me, please.”
“Touch me-please, fuck, Darren, touch me, I need, I’m, oh-” he really couldn’t move much, but he didn’t need to. Everything was moving, shaking, and his nerves were overloaded and his dick was so fucking hard and red and wet and needful that whether or not there was a hand on him, he was going to come-really fucking soon.
Lapping waves of vibration, excruciatingly good. It undid his muscles, made him limp and lax everywhere but his raging erection. It was impossible not to give into it, impossible to resist the seductive hum and buzz that made him moan and spread and press his head back into the pillows, arching his neck.
Darren was watching him avidly, his eyes dark and hungry, pouring yet more lube into his hand. Chris was probably going to have to find time to be embarrassed later, but for now it was just an added fillip of desire, Darren’s eyes on him in this moment a distinct, shameful twinge that just made him hotter. He cried out when Darren took him in hand, a whisper-light touch, frictionless and ephemeral, more a tease than anything else.
“Such a hot little whore,” Darren murmured approvingly. “So fucking hot. You want to get off?”
“Please-”
Slow stroking. Slow, and light. Torture. “You love getting fucked so much, don’t you?”
“…yes…”
“Is it good?”
“Yes!”
“Deep?”
“Yes. Yes. Oh-”
Strong fingers cupping his balls, cradling them, before sliding lightly back to his cock. “Want me to turn it up?”
The noise he made couldn’t be translated. He shook his head instead. He had tears in his eyes, and his vision was blurred.
“Okay.” Darren’s strokes on him slowed, then stilled. “Fuck my hand.”
“Can’t.” He really couldn’t. His muscles no longer worked.
“You can if you want to come. Do it.”
He started small, just the tiniest rocking motion-and even that was overwhelming, but it also somehow deepened everything, and it was really, really strange to have so much, and still need more-but he did. Chris dug his heels into the sheets, clenched his fists, then closed his eyes and went for it, moaning endlessly and letting need have its way with him, giving in and giving up while his hips rode and twisted and bucked. He went past the point of no return long before he actually came, hanging there and twitching, waiting from one devastating heartbeat to the next until he got off so hard he felt hot streaks of come land on his face, and his whole body curled up on itself while he shoved his cock greedily, desperately, into Darren’s hand.
Coming down wasn’t anything like what he was used to-not with the plug still buzzing away inside him. Nothing faded, nothing ended; he went from being utterly limp with delirious relief to shivering with overstimulated nerves within the space of two seconds.
“Are you… will you… are you going to turn it off?”
“No.” Darren’s voice was serious, almost angry-sounding, but there was no time to wonder why because Darren had him around the waist, flipping him effortlessly onto all fours. He yelped a little-his nerves bombarded, his dick twitching and trying to get hard again-but then there was a fist in his hair and he was being hauled face-first towards Darren’s hard cock, veins prominent and the satiny skin flushed, leaking at the tip. “Suck me. And don’t come.”
Darren was salty, slick, thick and heavy on his tongue, heavenly. Chris closed his eyes. Darren didn’t wait for him to adjust, but aimed right for the back of his throat and just kept on going, one hand in his hair and one cupping the back of his neck, making him take it. Deep, full thrusts with Darren groaning somewhere above him, agonized-sounding and desperate-but only a few before he pulled out again.
“Keep your mouth open.” Chris couldn’t possibly close it-he was too desperate for air, his whole body rocking from the intense waves shooting through his ass, through everything else. He felt Darren’s fingers on his face, and opened his eyes. Darren carefully wiped up the streaks of come there, then gave Chris his fingers to suck. Chris swallowed greedily, humming a little, until Darren pulled his fingers free and pushed his cock back in.
“That’s so good-you’re so good,” Darren told him, his voice ragged and shaky. Chris used his tongue and sucked and choked a little when Darren pushed into his throat-but like flipping a switch, somehow that hooked everything together: his flooding-wet drooling mouth and his tender throat and barely any air and his hard nipples scraping across the sheets and the endless waves of way-too-much from his ass. He was hard in seconds, needy, thighs spreading and sliding and desperate to keep his dick up out of the sheets because if anything so much as touched him, he would explode.
Darren fucked his mouth for a long, long time, until Chris saw flashes of brilliant color behind his closed eyes from the lack of air, until his chest was heaving and his eyes were tearing and his hips were twisting, thrusting into nothing. He was on the edge, trapped, no way to express anything except through his mouth, so he sucked and licked and swallowed with such fervent abandon that he heard Darren hiss, then growl a little, then groan deeply while the hands on him tightened. “Fuck-take it-” Chris choked and sobbed and swallowed again, and then braced himself and somehow did not come when Darren shot down his throat, making deep, pained-sounding noises that Chris could feel everywhere.
When Darren pulled him up and kissed him afterwards he couldn’t stop gasping, couldn’t stop shaking in Darren’s arms, surging and rocking and still on the edge. Darren’s mouth was cool, sweet and wet, delicious. Chris kissed him deeply, then ducked his head down into the sweaty curve of Darren’s neck and rested there, moaning softly.
“You…” Darren’s voice was hoarse. He stopped, and cleared his throat. “You want to come, don’t you?”
Chris nodded, shuddering.
“I… soon, I promise, okay?” Darren’s hands-gentle now-guided him back down, but only held him there, one hand cupping his face while Darren stroked himself with the other.
Chris let himself pant, not knowing quite where to look-Darren’s spit-wet, flushed and filling cock, his abdomen, glazed with sweat and quivering lightly, or up above to his eyes, full of heat and dizzying desire. His prostate twinged, throbbing erotic pulses through him that weakened all his muscles, and he whimpered a little.
“You’re so good-so gorgeous when your ass is full,” Darren murmured to him, breathing fast and heavy. “You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he managed shakily. “But-it’s better when… when it’s you.”
Darren was fully erect, beautiful sliding through his own clever fingers. “Okay. Let’s do that, then.”
Chris let himself sag down onto his folded hands when Darren let him go, and tried to stay still-but it was hard, so hard… “I might come,” he said faintly, his hips still twitching.
“Not yet,” Darren said, and Chris lost the rest of anything else there might have been when Darren switched the plug off, then twisted it and slid it slowly out of him. The lack of vibration left him gasping, left his internal muscles rippling, clenching and relaxing, terrifyingly strong. He was making noise-some kind of noise, and he grabbed a pillow and stuffed his face into it and hung on.
Given what he’d been subjected to, it didn’t seem fair that he could clearly, distinctly feel Darren’s fingers-two, he was pretty sure-sliding into him, into where he ached and needed-only for an instant, before they were gone. Darren moaned softly. “Oh-you’re so wet, so open… I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard-”
Darren thrust into him, and Chris’ spine arched while his head went back, rising up out of the sheets-hot, Darren felt furnace-hot inside him, hot and wet and right where he needed it, hitting him perfectly. Darren’s hands slid from his hips to his waist, squeezing there and yanking him back viciously hard, pounding into him. It was so loud-his groans and Darren’s mingled, agonized gasps and the slide and slap of flesh, and Chris held himself as still as he could, as open as he could, and tried not to do anything that was going to make it harder to hold back.
“Come when I do,” Darren gritted behind him, then let go of his waist and got one fist in his hair, one hand on his shoulder, fucking him with wrenching twists of his hips that made Chris wail softly. “Just like that,” Darren breathed. “So wet… your ass is so sweet… fuck yeah, gonna come in you… oh fuck-”
Chris held on until he heard Darren groan, until the cock in his ass shoved in and stayed there, throbbing, and then he let go, collapsing into Darren’s arms and coming so hard the world just floated away from him.
***
When he opened his eyes, the light had changed-late-afternoon light, golden and somehow soporific. Darren was holding him, regarding him from the other end of the pillow with sleepy, sated, adoring eyes. Chris stretched, and winced a little. He was incredibly sore. And he felt fucking fantastic.
“Hi.”
Darren smiled softly, and licked his lips. “Hi.”
Chris blinked. His eyes felt sticky. “I guess I fell asleep.”
“Little bit, yeah. Me, too.” Darren leaned in, and kissed his forehead gently. “I love sleeping with you.”
Chris bit his lip. He was sure Darren hadn’t intended it, but his words brought the world back with stunning suddenness, puncturing the fragile bubble around them. They had to work tomorrow, which meant heading back to L.A. very soon, which meant… Chris took a deep breath. “Will you stay with me, tonight?”
Darren blinked, his eyebrows drawing down a little. “You mean, stay over? At your house?”
“Yes.” They generally didn’t, always careful to maintain their separate lives. And maybe it was ridiculous under the circumstances, but nevertheless Chris had to swallow past the nervous lump in his throat to get the rest of the words out. “I’m just… I love sleeping with you, too.”
Darren snuggled close to him, nose-to-nose under the covers, as if they were kids telling secrets. “I’m… yeah.” He reached out and took Chris’ hand, lacing their fingers together and pulling it close to his chest. “I’d love to. That would be… yeah.”
There were things unspoken-on his end, anyway. No way to tell if Darren heard the things he didn’t say, if he could sense the shape of the conversation they were eventually going to have to have-but Darren was grinning, that gee-whiz, joyful, goofy grin that lit up his face like a pinball machine hitting tilt… so maybe he did. Chris grinned back. He couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry I don’t have any staff for you to scandalize.”
“Mmm,” Darren hummed, pulling Chris’ hand up and kissing his knuckles. “That’s okay-you have neighbors-”
“Darren!” Chris only got that much out before Darren rolled on top of him, stopping his mouth with a deep, happy, hungry kiss.
~End
Author’s endnote: I have so much fucking fun when I stop taking myself so seriously. I really should do that more often.
“We should go out. Get some dinner.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe walk around.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Check things out.”
“Uh-huh.”
A pause. “…I don’t want to leave this room.”
“Nope.”
“Okay-room service it is.”
“I’ll call. I think you’ve tested the staff’s fortitude enough for one day.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
“Bet I can change your mind about that.”
They had time for a quick shower before the food arrived. They ate slowly, cuddled on the couch and kissing between bites. The luxury of time-having so much time, nowhere to go and nothing to do except be together-kept catching Chris unawares; not just the novelty of it, but a revelation: that they could do this, have this, that this too could be a part of what they were to each other. A precious part, something he wanted to keep as long as he could.
He led Darren to the bedroom and laid him down, then kissed him and stroked him and used way too much lube before he climbed on and rode. Darren’s soft groans and gasps were a counterpoint to his own, strong hands on Chris’ hips keeping him anchored. Chris worked himself up and down until the muscles in his spread thighs burned and quivered, until his spine went liquid and molten-feeling. Darren was so fucking gorgeous spread out under him, sweat-wet skin and bunched muscles sliding underneath and softly parted lips and wide, luminous eyes, and it was so easy to get lost, so easy to forget everything else.
Darren’s breath hitched, his hips hitched, his hands squeezed. “I’m gonna come now.” His voice was deep, scratchy. Chris whined a little without meaning to, but Darren shook his head. “We’ll keep going, okay? It’s just… you feel too good, I can’t-oh, fuck-” the rest was lost when Darren groaned and pulled him down sharply, grinding into him, moving in tight circles and pushing deep, his head pressed back into the pillows. Chris gasped and shivered and went with it, clawing Darren’s shoulders a little, dizzy when all the blood in him rushed to his head, to his cock, tingling everywhere while Darren throbbed inside him.
Darren didn’t stop fucking him, but his thrusts slowed, became lazy and indulgent, just reveling in him, which was somehow even hotter than the gripping need had been. Chris let his head drop back, let himself groan until his throat ached, let his legs spread wider until his hips protested.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” Darren was hoarse, breathless-sounding, the words something that was usually hard for Chris to hear unless he had the wherewithal to spin it into a joke-but not now, not like this, not when Darren sounded like he was stripping his heart bare to say it.
Darren sat halfway up and wrapped around him, hot hands pressed against his back while cool, dry lips traced over his chest, his nipples, tender-wet flashes of tongue there, then teeth when his nipples hardened to tiny, sensitive points. Chris panted and cried out softly, then again when one of Darren’s hands smoothed down his back to his waist, around and down to his cock, stroking him lightly.
Chris pulled his heavy head up and let it drop forward. It made him dizzy all over again, but he couldn’t resist-Darren’s face was pressed close against his chest, his eyes drooping nearly shut, his expression somewhere between rapturous and reverent. Chris cupped his cheeks, slid shaking fingers into his damp curls, tilted him up. “Kiss me,” he breathed, “I’m gonna-” Darren’s mouth was silky and spicy and wet, so soft in comparison with the delicious rasp of his stubble, and Chris let his hips do exactly what they needed to and then groaned in Darren’s mouth and came, riding and pushing into Darren’s hand, shuddering with bone-deep pleasure.
Darren flipped him over before he was even finished, driving into him hard while he gasped. Chris let himself go lax and open-he was wet with sweat and come, his nerves still pulsing and far too sensitive, but it felt way, way too good to stop. He was sprawled bonelessly on the sheets, not even trying to suppress the soft, stunned sounds he made while Darren fucked him.
Darren kissed him through it, held him through endless, stretched-fragile moments while their bodies and breath synced, hands finding each other and lacing tight together, squeezing. They were both working hard, both sweating, straining into and against each other and moaning into each other’s mouths. Everything built slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and the world closed down and narrowed until there was just the two of them, just Darren holding him and fucking him and wringing ecstasy out of his cells, making him shake, making him need, making him come.
***
He slept like he never, ever slept: hard, and dreamlessly, and-he realized when he woke up to Darren singing and the room flooded with late-morning sunlight-for so many hours that he felt kind of drugged.
It was hard to wake up under those circumstances, and impossible to even contemplate leaving the soft, cozy, luxurious (if extremely messy) cocoon of the bed.
That got a lot more possible once he realized that Darren had been up for a while, had in fact, been out-and in the pool, which became apparent when Darren stripped the covers off the bed, tossed away the towel that wrapped his hips, and flopped down on top of Chris in all his soggy, frigid, wet-swim-trunk-wearing glory.
Chris shrieked, shoving Darren’s shoulders-but his hands just slipped off wet slick skin. “Oh my God, you dick-get off me!”
“Come swimming with me-it’s very bracing.”
“No!”
“Then take a bath with me.”
“No-baths with you in that tub are like simmering in sex broth. Get off me!”
Darren grinned. “No good-morning kiss?”
He finally got enough leverage to pitch Darren off him and onto the floor, and he didn’t spare any time worrying about any damage that might have been done, as the sound of contented giggles drifting up made it clear that any concern was unnecessary.
He took a long, lingering shower, shaved, brushed his teeth, and was debating between diet coke and coffee as he left the bathroom-only that was as far as he got, since Darren caught him around the waist the minute he came through the door, tossing him back on the bed.
“Hey-” he stopped abruptly, pushing himself up on his hands and looking around. “You put clean sheets on the bed?”
“Nope.” Darren jumped on the bed with both feet, straddling him, bouncing gently and grinning like a maniac. “I called guest services, told them what I needed, and how quickly I needed it. Two very nice gentlemen from housekeeping showed up and obliged. I tipped them lavishly. They left.”
Chris eyed him. Darren had toweled off, and swapped his swim trunks for a pair of ratty briefs that left very little to the imagination. “Were you dressed-so to speak-like that, when they got here?”
The grin widened. “Yep.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “And did your account of your needs include a description of exactly why you needed it?”
“Of course.”
He sniffed. “You couldn’t possibly have tipped lavishly enough-oof-” Darren belly-flopped onto him with no warning, and Chris barely avoided kneeing him in the balls. He meant to scold, but then they were kissing, and it was kind of hard to hold onto his desire to chastise when Darren was pressing him deep into clean sheets, hands on his wrists and wet-hot kisses, and the amazing body that Chris never seemed to get enough of sliding against his own.
“Mmm… good morning,” he said finally, with a little gasp between the words that he didn’t bother trying to cover. He was naked-he figured his erection was already telling Darren everything he needed to know.
“Good morning-it is, indeed.” Darren pinned him with one arm and leaned away, reaching down towards the floor at the far side of the bed. “I never even got to unpack, yesterday,” he said. “Never got to give you your present.”
It was curved. It was huge. It was… purple. “That’s… a present?”
“It vibrates,” Darren said brightly, showing him the base, which had buttons and a dial. Darren sounded enchanted, and he was staring at the damn thing like it was some kind of adorable pet. “It’s a butt plug.”
“I… I know what it is, Darren.” He swallowed. “It’s kind of… big.”
“Yeah,” Darren agreed enthusiastically. “I was gonna go for the standard-sized one, but then I thought about watching you try to take this one, and…” he shrugged, grinned. “Well, of course I had to go for it.”
Chris cleared his perfectly-dry throat. “Of course you did.”
***
Darren stripped off his briefs, then put a condom on the plug and liberally coated it with silicone lube, whistling the entire time. Chris tried to keep his eyes trained on his ridiculous, absurd, Geppetto-in-the-workshop dork of a boyfriend, and not on the giant, greased, purple monstrosity that said boyfriend was about to jam in his ass-but he kept getting distracted, feeling a little woozy and swimmy and fluttery in the stomach every time he did.
Of course, he needn’t have worried. Darren knew his body. Darren knew him.
“You look so fucking good like that, all spread out and taking it-” just hearing Darren say it with his voice hot and low made Chris pull his knees tighter to his chest, made his ass flex and relax, made him whine a little as he managed another half-inch of the plug Darren was twisting, working into him. “You’re such a hungry little slut, aren’t you?” Darren said, squirting more lube.
“I… fuck-”
“Take it.” Darren’s free hand stroked his thighs, then scratched with his blunt nails, and Chris bucked helplessly, rocking himself down on the deep, breaching stretch, feeling his ass throb with each beat of his heart. “You want it in you, filling you up, don’t you?”
Oh God, he did. Chris let go of his knees and covered his face with both hands, panting hard for breath and uttering short, soft cries as his body took over, aching and wanting and needing so badly…
“That’s it-get yourself fucked nice and deep, just like that, just like-” Darren broke off with a gasp and Chris groaned loudly as the widest part of the plug eased into him-and then it was in, and he’d done it, and his hands fell away from his face and fisted into the sheets because he was crammed so full he was fucking dizzy and had sparks firing all over his body, making him twitch.
“Oh God,” he said, panting.
Darren was staring, wide-eyed, at the place where the plug was inside him, his expression abruptly awed and solemn. “Oh, God,” he echoed. He looked up then, and his cheeks flushed instantly red. “I just want to yank it out of you and fuck you until you scream.”
“Uhh-” oh, hell-his hips moved on their own at that, and sparks flew everywhere. He was tingling from his scalp to his toes. “Okay-yeah, you can-”
“Oh, no,” Darren cut him off, sinking down to his elbows and eating him up with his dark eyes. “I haven’t even turned it on yet.”
Chris twitched again, and his toes curled. He whimpered.
“You get one,” Darren said absently, stroking his balls, the stretched-taut ring of his ass, gently adjusting the flared base of the plug.
“One…” Chris managed, shivering, his voice high and breathy. “One… what?”
“You can get off-once, whenever you want, however you want,” Darren answered, adding more lube-and fuck, it was dripping off his balls, there was so much. “Just once, and after that, not again-not until I tell you, okay?”
“I… oh my God-” Darren squeezed Chris’ thighs when he jumped, stilling him. The thing was quiet, only the faintest, most discreet buzz could be heard-but inside there was nothing discreet about it: his prostate was throbbing like someone was drumming on it and his nerves were firing crazily and he could feel it fucking everywhere-
“Oh, no,” Darren said when Chris reached blindly for his cock, guiding his hands back to the sheets. “Allow me, please.”
“Touch me-please, fuck, Darren, touch me, I need, I’m, oh-” he really couldn’t move much, but he didn’t need to. Everything was moving, shaking, and his nerves were overloaded and his dick was so fucking hard and red and wet and needful that whether or not there was a hand on him, he was going to come-really fucking soon.
Lapping waves of vibration, excruciatingly good. It undid his muscles, made him limp and lax everywhere but his raging erection. It was impossible not to give into it, impossible to resist the seductive hum and buzz that made him moan and spread and press his head back into the pillows, arching his neck.
Darren was watching him avidly, his eyes dark and hungry, pouring yet more lube into his hand. Chris was probably going to have to find time to be embarrassed later, but for now it was just an added fillip of desire, Darren’s eyes on him in this moment a distinct, shameful twinge that just made him hotter. He cried out when Darren took him in hand, a whisper-light touch, frictionless and ephemeral, more a tease than anything else.
“Such a hot little whore,” Darren murmured approvingly. “So fucking hot. You want to get off?”
“Please-”
Slow stroking. Slow, and light. Torture. “You love getting fucked so much, don’t you?”
“…yes…”
“Is it good?”
“Yes!”
“Deep?”
“Yes. Yes. Oh-”
Strong fingers cupping his balls, cradling them, before sliding lightly back to his cock. “Want me to turn it up?”
The noise he made couldn’t be translated. He shook his head instead. He had tears in his eyes, and his vision was blurred.
“Okay.” Darren’s strokes on him slowed, then stilled. “Fuck my hand.”
“Can’t.” He really couldn’t. His muscles no longer worked.
“You can if you want to come. Do it.”
He started small, just the tiniest rocking motion-and even that was overwhelming, but it also somehow deepened everything, and it was really, really strange to have so much, and still need more-but he did. Chris dug his heels into the sheets, clenched his fists, then closed his eyes and went for it, moaning endlessly and letting need have its way with him, giving in and giving up while his hips rode and twisted and bucked. He went past the point of no return long before he actually came, hanging there and twitching, waiting from one devastating heartbeat to the next until he got off so hard he felt hot streaks of come land on his face, and his whole body curled up on itself while he shoved his cock greedily, desperately, into Darren’s hand.
Coming down wasn’t anything like what he was used to-not with the plug still buzzing away inside him. Nothing faded, nothing ended; he went from being utterly limp with delirious relief to shivering with overstimulated nerves within the space of two seconds.
“Are you… will you… are you going to turn it off?”
“No.” Darren’s voice was serious, almost angry-sounding, but there was no time to wonder why because Darren had him around the waist, flipping him effortlessly onto all fours. He yelped a little-his nerves bombarded, his dick twitching and trying to get hard again-but then there was a fist in his hair and he was being hauled face-first towards Darren’s hard cock, veins prominent and the satiny skin flushed, leaking at the tip. “Suck me. And don’t come.”
Darren was salty, slick, thick and heavy on his tongue, heavenly. Chris closed his eyes. Darren didn’t wait for him to adjust, but aimed right for the back of his throat and just kept on going, one hand in his hair and one cupping the back of his neck, making him take it. Deep, full thrusts with Darren groaning somewhere above him, agonized-sounding and desperate-but only a few before he pulled out again.
“Keep your mouth open.” Chris couldn’t possibly close it-he was too desperate for air, his whole body rocking from the intense waves shooting through his ass, through everything else. He felt Darren’s fingers on his face, and opened his eyes. Darren carefully wiped up the streaks of come there, then gave Chris his fingers to suck. Chris swallowed greedily, humming a little, until Darren pulled his fingers free and pushed his cock back in.
“That’s so good-you’re so good,” Darren told him, his voice ragged and shaky. Chris used his tongue and sucked and choked a little when Darren pushed into his throat-but like flipping a switch, somehow that hooked everything together: his flooding-wet drooling mouth and his tender throat and barely any air and his hard nipples scraping across the sheets and the endless waves of way-too-much from his ass. He was hard in seconds, needy, thighs spreading and sliding and desperate to keep his dick up out of the sheets because if anything so much as touched him, he would explode.
Darren fucked his mouth for a long, long time, until Chris saw flashes of brilliant color behind his closed eyes from the lack of air, until his chest was heaving and his eyes were tearing and his hips were twisting, thrusting into nothing. He was on the edge, trapped, no way to express anything except through his mouth, so he sucked and licked and swallowed with such fervent abandon that he heard Darren hiss, then growl a little, then groan deeply while the hands on him tightened. “Fuck-take it-” Chris choked and sobbed and swallowed again, and then braced himself and somehow did not come when Darren shot down his throat, making deep, pained-sounding noises that Chris could feel everywhere.
When Darren pulled him up and kissed him afterwards he couldn’t stop gasping, couldn’t stop shaking in Darren’s arms, surging and rocking and still on the edge. Darren’s mouth was cool, sweet and wet, delicious. Chris kissed him deeply, then ducked his head down into the sweaty curve of Darren’s neck and rested there, moaning softly.
“You…” Darren’s voice was hoarse. He stopped, and cleared his throat. “You want to come, don’t you?”
Chris nodded, shuddering.
“I… soon, I promise, okay?” Darren’s hands-gentle now-guided him back down, but only held him there, one hand cupping his face while Darren stroked himself with the other.
Chris let himself pant, not knowing quite where to look-Darren’s spit-wet, flushed and filling cock, his abdomen, glazed with sweat and quivering lightly, or up above to his eyes, full of heat and dizzying desire. His prostate twinged, throbbing erotic pulses through him that weakened all his muscles, and he whimpered a little.
“You’re so good-so gorgeous when your ass is full,” Darren murmured to him, breathing fast and heavy. “You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he managed shakily. “But-it’s better when… when it’s you.”
Darren was fully erect, beautiful sliding through his own clever fingers. “Okay. Let’s do that, then.”
Chris let himself sag down onto his folded hands when Darren let him go, and tried to stay still-but it was hard, so hard… “I might come,” he said faintly, his hips still twitching.
“Not yet,” Darren said, and Chris lost the rest of anything else there might have been when Darren switched the plug off, then twisted it and slid it slowly out of him. The lack of vibration left him gasping, left his internal muscles rippling, clenching and relaxing, terrifyingly strong. He was making noise-some kind of noise, and he grabbed a pillow and stuffed his face into it and hung on.
Given what he’d been subjected to, it didn’t seem fair that he could clearly, distinctly feel Darren’s fingers-two, he was pretty sure-sliding into him, into where he ached and needed-only for an instant, before they were gone. Darren moaned softly. “Oh-you’re so wet, so open… I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard-”
Darren thrust into him, and Chris’ spine arched while his head went back, rising up out of the sheets-hot, Darren felt furnace-hot inside him, hot and wet and right where he needed it, hitting him perfectly. Darren’s hands slid from his hips to his waist, squeezing there and yanking him back viciously hard, pounding into him. It was so loud-his groans and Darren’s mingled, agonized gasps and the slide and slap of flesh, and Chris held himself as still as he could, as open as he could, and tried not to do anything that was going to make it harder to hold back.
“Come when I do,” Darren gritted behind him, then let go of his waist and got one fist in his hair, one hand on his shoulder, fucking him with wrenching twists of his hips that made Chris wail softly. “Just like that,” Darren breathed. “So wet… your ass is so sweet… fuck yeah, gonna come in you… oh fuck-”
Chris held on until he heard Darren groan, until the cock in his ass shoved in and stayed there, throbbing, and then he let go, collapsing into Darren’s arms and coming so hard the world just floated away from him.
***
When he opened his eyes, the light had changed-late-afternoon light, golden and somehow soporific. Darren was holding him, regarding him from the other end of the pillow with sleepy, sated, adoring eyes. Chris stretched, and winced a little. He was incredibly sore. And he felt fucking fantastic.
“Hi.”
Darren smiled softly, and licked his lips. “Hi.”
Chris blinked. His eyes felt sticky. “I guess I fell asleep.”
“Little bit, yeah. Me, too.” Darren leaned in, and kissed his forehead gently. “I love sleeping with you.”
Chris bit his lip. He was sure Darren hadn’t intended it, but his words brought the world back with stunning suddenness, puncturing the fragile bubble around them. They had to work tomorrow, which meant heading back to L.A. very soon, which meant… Chris took a deep breath. “Will you stay with me, tonight?”
Darren blinked, his eyebrows drawing down a little. “You mean, stay over? At your house?”
“Yes.” They generally didn’t, always careful to maintain their separate lives. And maybe it was ridiculous under the circumstances, but nevertheless Chris had to swallow past the nervous lump in his throat to get the rest of the words out. “I’m just… I love sleeping with you, too.”
Darren snuggled close to him, nose-to-nose under the covers, as if they were kids telling secrets. “I’m… yeah.” He reached out and took Chris’ hand, lacing their fingers together and pulling it close to his chest. “I’d love to. That would be… yeah.”
There were things unspoken-on his end, anyway. No way to tell if Darren heard the things he didn’t say, if he could sense the shape of the conversation they were eventually going to have to have-but Darren was grinning, that gee-whiz, joyful, goofy grin that lit up his face like a pinball machine hitting tilt… so maybe he did. Chris grinned back. He couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry I don’t have any staff for you to scandalize.”
“Mmm,” Darren hummed, pulling Chris’ hand up and kissing his knuckles. “That’s okay-you have neighbors-”
“Darren!” Chris only got that much out before Darren rolled on top of him, stopping his mouth with a deep, happy, hungry kiss.
~End
Author’s endnote: I have so much fucking fun when I stop taking myself so seriously. I really should do that more often.