fic: right where you want me
title: right where you want me
pairing: crisscolfer
word count: 1000 or something
summary: Chris and Lea design a game so Darren can decide who is the better kisser once and for all.
a/n: obnoxious crisscolfer obligatory fic. tumblr readmore still not working. huff.
The bass thumped hard against the technicoloured walls of the exclusive club. Chris was sitting at the bar, sipping his drink tentatively, watching his friends dancing as the latest Adele hit poured from the large speakers. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of a boringly sober Cory being grinded against by an entirely smashed Heather. The cast was smattered over the club, Naya and her boyfriend making out in one of the booths, Kevin chatting up a girl by the bathroom and Lea slurring drunkenly into his ear.
“You are sooo lucky, Chris,” she slurred, half hanging off him. He winced at the smell of tequila that clouded her usually classy scent, “that in your job, you and Dare get to… to make out all the time. He’s such a good kisser.”
Chris rolled his eyes. Sometimes Lea could be a little inconspicuous about the massive crush she harboured for their curly haired friend. Said friend was laughing into his colourful drink, meeting Chris’s eyes with a playful smirk.
“It’s true,” he said unabashedly. Chris rolled his eyes once more and Darren winked. “But Chris isn’t too bad either.”
Chris nearly choked on his drink. Darren shouldn’t just say things like that.
Lea’s expression grew almost angry at his words. “You know, Dare,” she continued thickly, “I totally saw that interview where you said Chris was a better kisser than me. That made me sad, Dare. Because I said you were a better kisser than Cory…”
Darren smiled good naturedly. “Sorry, Le,” he apologised. “But you know I didn’t say Chris was a better kisser. Frankly, I’ve never kissed either of you - just your characters.”
Lea scowled. “Why are you still so sober?” she complained. “If you were drunk, you would kiss me, and I would show you that I was a better kisser than Chris.”
“Well, maybe I should get drunk then,” Darren said with a flirty look at Chris. “Then maybe I’ll kiss you both and we’ll know for sure.”
Chris felt his throat constrict at the very idea. Of course he had been longing to kiss Darren out of character for a very long time now. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had a thing for Harry Freaking Potter since he saw him in AVPM, and then when he met him in the flesh, that hadn’t intensified.
Lea cackled. “I like this idea,” she declared loudly, ordering Darren another drink as he gulped down the remnants of his previous one.
Another drink later, Darren was decidedly more unsteady on his feet and Lea made grabby hands at him. With a doting smile, Darren lent closer and allowed her to initiate the kiss and deepen it. He grabbed her face, delving his tongue deeper into her mouth.
From behind him, Chris felt his stomach turn with jealousy and rage as he watched his two best friend’s eat each other’s faces. When they finally pulled away, both panting for breath a little, Lea grabbing at him again and Darren pulling away with a good natured chuckle, Chris tapped Darren’s shoulder.
“That was a good kiss,” Darren reasoned before turning to Chris. He jumped a little at the sight of Chris’s eyes, darker than he’d ever seen them, lust and desire buried deep inside them.
“I think I can do better,” Chris whispered before gently caressing his cheek. He leant closer, until their lips were just a fraction apart. Darren swallowed audibly in anticipation and a shiver ran through him as Chris let out a tinkling giggle. His breath hitched as Chris closed the gap, pressing their lips together lightly before pressing deeper and thrusting his tongue in as Darren moaned into the kiss.
It was hot and wet, much less neat and polished than the kiss as Kurt and Blaine. It was messy and all teeth and tongue and hot and almost dirty as Chris longingly wound his fingers tightly into Darren’s hair, enjoying the hot whimper he was rewarded with as he experimentally tugged.
Darren’s left hand began to wander, slipping from his shoulder, tracing down the expensive fabric of his shirt, down his back, pausing at the dip in his waist before sliding to his ass, squeezing lightly. Chris pushed himself flush against Darren and he could feel that he was enjoying this just as much as he was.
Suddenly, Darren’s hand whipped back up and soon they were both threaded in his hair, running through it lovingly.
“Fuck, Chris,” Darren murmured against his lips, still caught in the passionate embrace, “so soft, so fucking hot.”
His words spurred Chris on even longer and he felt himself colliding against the bar. He broke off with a gasp, his eyes immediately searching for his other best friend, only to find Harry smiling amusedly at him.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” he smirked.
“Where’s Lea?” Chris asked quickly, face hot with embarrassment.
Harry nodded his hair towards the dance floor where she was grinding up against some guy that Chris could have sworn he saw off the latest Bonds advertisement.
“Oh,” Chris mouthed.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Harry laughed, walking off to where Jenna was waiting for him at a booth.
Chris turned back to Darren, his mouth agape with confusion. What had just happened?
Darren met his eyes with a smouldering look and Chris decided that they didn’t need to figure this out tonight, instead lunging forward and capturing his lips again.
**
And in the morning they woke up entangled together, their soiled sheets splayed out across the bottom of Darren’s bed. Waking to the press of Chris’s lips against his neck, he turned in his embrace, nuzzling for his neck.
“For the record,” Darren murmured, smirking against his skin, “you are a much better kisser than Lea.”
pairing: crisscolfer
word count: 1000 or something
summary: Chris and Lea design a game so Darren can decide who is the better kisser once and for all.
a/n: obnoxious crisscolfer obligatory fic. tumblr readmore still not working. huff.
The bass thumped hard against the technicoloured walls of the exclusive club. Chris was sitting at the bar, sipping his drink tentatively, watching his friends dancing as the latest Adele hit poured from the large speakers. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of a boringly sober Cory being grinded against by an entirely smashed Heather. The cast was smattered over the club, Naya and her boyfriend making out in one of the booths, Kevin chatting up a girl by the bathroom and Lea slurring drunkenly into his ear.
“You are sooo lucky, Chris,” she slurred, half hanging off him. He winced at the smell of tequila that clouded her usually classy scent, “that in your job, you and Dare get to… to make out all the time. He’s such a good kisser.”
Chris rolled his eyes. Sometimes Lea could be a little inconspicuous about the massive crush she harboured for their curly haired friend. Said friend was laughing into his colourful drink, meeting Chris’s eyes with a playful smirk.
“It’s true,” he said unabashedly. Chris rolled his eyes once more and Darren winked. “But Chris isn’t too bad either.”
Chris nearly choked on his drink. Darren shouldn’t just say things like that.
Lea’s expression grew almost angry at his words. “You know, Dare,” she continued thickly, “I totally saw that interview where you said Chris was a better kisser than me. That made me sad, Dare. Because I said you were a better kisser than Cory…”
Darren smiled good naturedly. “Sorry, Le,” he apologised. “But you know I didn’t say Chris was a better kisser. Frankly, I’ve never kissed either of you - just your characters.”
Lea scowled. “Why are you still so sober?” she complained. “If you were drunk, you would kiss me, and I would show you that I was a better kisser than Chris.”
“Well, maybe I should get drunk then,” Darren said with a flirty look at Chris. “Then maybe I’ll kiss you both and we’ll know for sure.”
Chris felt his throat constrict at the very idea. Of course he had been longing to kiss Darren out of character for a very long time now. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had a thing for Harry Freaking Potter since he saw him in AVPM, and then when he met him in the flesh, that hadn’t intensified.
Lea cackled. “I like this idea,” she declared loudly, ordering Darren another drink as he gulped down the remnants of his previous one.
Another drink later, Darren was decidedly more unsteady on his feet and Lea made grabby hands at him. With a doting smile, Darren lent closer and allowed her to initiate the kiss and deepen it. He grabbed her face, delving his tongue deeper into her mouth.
From behind him, Chris felt his stomach turn with jealousy and rage as he watched his two best friend’s eat each other’s faces. When they finally pulled away, both panting for breath a little, Lea grabbing at him again and Darren pulling away with a good natured chuckle, Chris tapped Darren’s shoulder.
“That was a good kiss,” Darren reasoned before turning to Chris. He jumped a little at the sight of Chris’s eyes, darker than he’d ever seen them, lust and desire buried deep inside them.
“I think I can do better,” Chris whispered before gently caressing his cheek. He leant closer, until their lips were just a fraction apart. Darren swallowed audibly in anticipation and a shiver ran through him as Chris let out a tinkling giggle. His breath hitched as Chris closed the gap, pressing their lips together lightly before pressing deeper and thrusting his tongue in as Darren moaned into the kiss.
It was hot and wet, much less neat and polished than the kiss as Kurt and Blaine. It was messy and all teeth and tongue and hot and almost dirty as Chris longingly wound his fingers tightly into Darren’s hair, enjoying the hot whimper he was rewarded with as he experimentally tugged.
Darren’s left hand began to wander, slipping from his shoulder, tracing down the expensive fabric of his shirt, down his back, pausing at the dip in his waist before sliding to his ass, squeezing lightly. Chris pushed himself flush against Darren and he could feel that he was enjoying this just as much as he was.
Suddenly, Darren’s hand whipped back up and soon they were both threaded in his hair, running through it lovingly.
“Fuck, Chris,” Darren murmured against his lips, still caught in the passionate embrace, “so soft, so fucking hot.”
His words spurred Chris on even longer and he felt himself colliding against the bar. He broke off with a gasp, his eyes immediately searching for his other best friend, only to find Harry smiling amusedly at him.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” he smirked.
“Where’s Lea?” Chris asked quickly, face hot with embarrassment.
Harry nodded his hair towards the dance floor where she was grinding up against some guy that Chris could have sworn he saw off the latest Bonds advertisement.
“Oh,” Chris mouthed.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Harry laughed, walking off to where Jenna was waiting for him at a booth.
Chris turned back to Darren, his mouth agape with confusion. What had just happened?
Darren met his eyes with a smouldering look and Chris decided that they didn’t need to figure this out tonight, instead lunging forward and capturing his lips again.
**
And in the morning they woke up entangled together, their soiled sheets splayed out across the bottom of Darren’s bed. Waking to the press of Chris’s lips against his neck, he turned in his embrace, nuzzling for his neck.
“For the record,” Darren murmured, smirking against his skin, “you are a much better kisser than Lea.”