fic: the taste of your lips i'll never get over
title: the taste of your lips i'll never get over
pairing: chris/darren, mild chris/chord
word count: 1300+ words
warnings: shotgunning. use of illegal drugs. sweet boy kisses.
summary: after a long, hard night on tour the guys decide to loosen up a bit.
a/n: apologies for any innaccuracy. inspired, somehow, by this picture
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The hotel room wasn’t dingy, per se. but the cast was so used to luxuries that this was a big leap down.
Chris had surprised everyone by becoming the optimist of the situation. He was the first to pick up his bags and head on down to the guys room, promptly picking a bed.
They all took on his lead, the girls heading off to their shared room and the guys taking theirs. While Chris began to meticulously unpack, the guys made the group decision not to go out tonight, too tired to do anything but chill.
“We can at least have a little fun while we’re here,” Mark compromised, pulling out a few bottles and some weed he’d picked up from one of the guys on the street. Chris smiled to himself, thanking whatever direty there was that they were staying in a secluded area…
“Don’t give me that look, Chrissy,” Mark said teasingly as Chris rolled his eyes. “You can’t be a party pooper tonight…”
Chris stook his tongue out at him. “Bite me,” he returned.
Mark winked. “If you’re lucky.”
The guys spread themselves out on the floor in a circle, Chord getting to work setting up the bong in the centre of them. Chris curled his feet up under him on the bed, still in the circle but not on the floor. Darren sat on the floor in front of him and leant up against the mattress, tilting his head up at him expectantly. Chris smiled, tangling his fingers in his hair and
Darren sighed contentedly as he began to play with his curls.
“That feels good,” he whispered.
“Not as good as this, I’m willing to bet,” Mark challenged as Chord finally set the bong up.
It’s a shitty old thing, clear glass with rusty gold piping. Chris has seen it many a time before at their more infamous gatherings and they often break if out for tour, when they need to relax after a long hard night.
They’re careful though, and make sure they air out the space after their done and always have plenty of water on hand. They’ve never messed this up.
Chris doesn’t participate often. He preferred to sit back and watch. They all got rather amusing, really. Usually he would have his laptop open and at least attempt to look like he was busy, but he had Darren between his fingertips and he wasn’t letting go now.
Harry was the first to light up and as usual, Chris was captivated by the grace with which he handled it, the elegant column of his neck tensing, his muscles carrying the force of his smoke as he inhaled deeply, and then relaxing out again as he exhaled, an eerily pretty string of grey smoke dancing through the air. His fingers tighten subconsciously in Darren’s hair at the sight.
He knew it was wrong, and he knew it was silly, but there was something inexplicably sexy about the drug. It was dark and alluring and mysterious, and Chris couldn’t help the light fluttering in his chest as Harry passed the bong on to Kevin.
Fuck Ryan, hiring stupidly good looking cast members. This would be a lot easier if they were all ugly.
Finally the bong reached Darren and he grinned messily around at his friends before taking it himself, he thumbed over the carb and lit the instrument, his actions quick and precise. After the bong is full he inhaled deeply, and Chris tightened his now free fingers in the sheets under him at the way Darren’s throat moved as he took in all the smoke. After a moment he let out it, spluttering just a little bit, his eyes watering as he heaved out a loud cough. Cory tossed him a water bottle which he drank down eagerly and Chris kissed his hair soothingly. Darren smiled gratefully, tilting his head back so he could look up at him. Chris smiled at his silly expression, his eyes vivid and just a little bloodshot as they smiled back at him. Chris couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing his nose.
“You’re gonna have some, right Chris?” Harry called from across the circle. Chris shook his head, smiling serenely back, utterly content where he was.
“Come on,” Mark urged, “you only live once!”
“Guys,” Darren said warningly, but Chord ignored him, smirking up at Chris as he took the bong for his own once more, lighting up. Chris watched curiously at the mischievous expression in his eyes as he inhaled, taking the smoke in deeply before getting to his feet.
Oh god.
Chris’s heart hummed just a little nervously in his chest as Chord walked towards him, holding the smoke in as he sat on the bed beside him. Chris was sure everyone was watching them now but he couldn’t see for the dark glint in Chord’s eyes as he traced a thumb gently over Chris’s lips. They parted at his touch and Chord leaned in closer, exhaling the smoke right into his open mouth.
Chris pressed his lips to Chord’s softly and their mouths move together for a moment before Chris pulled away, unable to take the burn gathering in his throat any longer. He exhaled a ghosty cloud and Chord smiled lazily as the grey danced away, caressing Chris’s jaw as he kissed him once more, parting his lips under his tongue as they moved together languidly and easily.
The air was thick and heavy around them and Chord was warm and constant in his arms. He wrapped his arms around his waist, tugging him further into his lap and Chris felt sparks of pleasure coursing through their shared space.
As they broke apart, both panting heavily, Chord grinned up at him messily.
“Can I get you more?” he asked, his voice thick and slow.
“I’ve got it,” a voice said beside them and Chris watched wide eyed as Darren took another drag, sealing the smoke between those perfect lips, his eyes trained on Chris’s even as he pulled off, clambering up the bed and crawling towards him.
Chris opened his mouth almost eagerly and drank in Darren’s offer, the smoke tickling hot ash across his tongue, the incomparable taste lining the edges of his mouth as he closed his lips, holding it in, taking pleasure in Darren’s lust filled expression before he exhaled finally,
Darren catching just a little bit between his lips as he closed the distance between them once, more, his hands cradling Chris’s cheeks as he pressed their lips together.
The kiss deepened quickly and the room faded into a misty daze behind them. All Chris could sense was Darren, the taste, the smell, the feel of him as he crawled into his lap, needing more, needing closer. He ground his hips down and Chris gasped into his mouth, tasting the distinct taste of ash of his tongue and sucking down hard, craving everything Darren had to give.
A loud voice behind them chortled raucously and they broke apart with a start.
“Get some Chris square!” Mark crowed and Damian cackled beside him, ducking his head onto his shoulder, drunk on the joke.
Chris waited for the blush to settle knowingly over his cheeks, but it never came. Still unable to pull his smile off his face, he turned back towards Darren who settled his hands possessively on his hips.
“I hear the walls in the bathroom are pretty thick,” Darren whispered and Chris had to swallow the lump in his throat. He looked unbelievably sexy like this. His hands were broad and warm on his hips and his curls flopped adorably into his eyes, impossibly bright as he stared at Chris in a way that made him shiver with anticipation.
“I like that idea,” Chris returned, his voice daringly low and husky, even to his own ear.
Surely catcalls and whistles sounded behind them as Chris grabbed Darren’s hand in his own and eagerly dragged him from the room. But he didn’t hear them and he didn’t care, still lost in the moment and Darren, the thing holding him steady as the slightly dizzying world circled around them.
pairing: chris/darren, mild chris/chord
word count: 1300+ words
warnings: shotgunning. use of illegal drugs. sweet boy kisses.
summary: after a long, hard night on tour the guys decide to loosen up a bit.
a/n: apologies for any innaccuracy. inspired, somehow, by this picture
**.
The hotel room wasn’t dingy, per se. but the cast was so used to luxuries that this was a big leap down.
Chris had surprised everyone by becoming the optimist of the situation. He was the first to pick up his bags and head on down to the guys room, promptly picking a bed.
They all took on his lead, the girls heading off to their shared room and the guys taking theirs. While Chris began to meticulously unpack, the guys made the group decision not to go out tonight, too tired to do anything but chill.
“We can at least have a little fun while we’re here,” Mark compromised, pulling out a few bottles and some weed he’d picked up from one of the guys on the street. Chris smiled to himself, thanking whatever direty there was that they were staying in a secluded area…
“Don’t give me that look, Chrissy,” Mark said teasingly as Chris rolled his eyes. “You can’t be a party pooper tonight…”
Chris stook his tongue out at him. “Bite me,” he returned.
Mark winked. “If you’re lucky.”
The guys spread themselves out on the floor in a circle, Chord getting to work setting up the bong in the centre of them. Chris curled his feet up under him on the bed, still in the circle but not on the floor. Darren sat on the floor in front of him and leant up against the mattress, tilting his head up at him expectantly. Chris smiled, tangling his fingers in his hair and
Darren sighed contentedly as he began to play with his curls.
“That feels good,” he whispered.
“Not as good as this, I’m willing to bet,” Mark challenged as Chord finally set the bong up.
It’s a shitty old thing, clear glass with rusty gold piping. Chris has seen it many a time before at their more infamous gatherings and they often break if out for tour, when they need to relax after a long hard night.
They’re careful though, and make sure they air out the space after their done and always have plenty of water on hand. They’ve never messed this up.
Chris doesn’t participate often. He preferred to sit back and watch. They all got rather amusing, really. Usually he would have his laptop open and at least attempt to look like he was busy, but he had Darren between his fingertips and he wasn’t letting go now.
Harry was the first to light up and as usual, Chris was captivated by the grace with which he handled it, the elegant column of his neck tensing, his muscles carrying the force of his smoke as he inhaled deeply, and then relaxing out again as he exhaled, an eerily pretty string of grey smoke dancing through the air. His fingers tighten subconsciously in Darren’s hair at the sight.
He knew it was wrong, and he knew it was silly, but there was something inexplicably sexy about the drug. It was dark and alluring and mysterious, and Chris couldn’t help the light fluttering in his chest as Harry passed the bong on to Kevin.
Fuck Ryan, hiring stupidly good looking cast members. This would be a lot easier if they were all ugly.
Finally the bong reached Darren and he grinned messily around at his friends before taking it himself, he thumbed over the carb and lit the instrument, his actions quick and precise. After the bong is full he inhaled deeply, and Chris tightened his now free fingers in the sheets under him at the way Darren’s throat moved as he took in all the smoke. After a moment he let out it, spluttering just a little bit, his eyes watering as he heaved out a loud cough. Cory tossed him a water bottle which he drank down eagerly and Chris kissed his hair soothingly. Darren smiled gratefully, tilting his head back so he could look up at him. Chris smiled at his silly expression, his eyes vivid and just a little bloodshot as they smiled back at him. Chris couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing his nose.
“You’re gonna have some, right Chris?” Harry called from across the circle. Chris shook his head, smiling serenely back, utterly content where he was.
“Come on,” Mark urged, “you only live once!”
“Guys,” Darren said warningly, but Chord ignored him, smirking up at Chris as he took the bong for his own once more, lighting up. Chris watched curiously at the mischievous expression in his eyes as he inhaled, taking the smoke in deeply before getting to his feet.
Oh god.
Chris’s heart hummed just a little nervously in his chest as Chord walked towards him, holding the smoke in as he sat on the bed beside him. Chris was sure everyone was watching them now but he couldn’t see for the dark glint in Chord’s eyes as he traced a thumb gently over Chris’s lips. They parted at his touch and Chord leaned in closer, exhaling the smoke right into his open mouth.
Chris pressed his lips to Chord’s softly and their mouths move together for a moment before Chris pulled away, unable to take the burn gathering in his throat any longer. He exhaled a ghosty cloud and Chord smiled lazily as the grey danced away, caressing Chris’s jaw as he kissed him once more, parting his lips under his tongue as they moved together languidly and easily.
The air was thick and heavy around them and Chord was warm and constant in his arms. He wrapped his arms around his waist, tugging him further into his lap and Chris felt sparks of pleasure coursing through their shared space.
As they broke apart, both panting heavily, Chord grinned up at him messily.
“Can I get you more?” he asked, his voice thick and slow.
“I’ve got it,” a voice said beside them and Chris watched wide eyed as Darren took another drag, sealing the smoke between those perfect lips, his eyes trained on Chris’s even as he pulled off, clambering up the bed and crawling towards him.
Chris opened his mouth almost eagerly and drank in Darren’s offer, the smoke tickling hot ash across his tongue, the incomparable taste lining the edges of his mouth as he closed his lips, holding it in, taking pleasure in Darren’s lust filled expression before he exhaled finally,
Darren catching just a little bit between his lips as he closed the distance between them once, more, his hands cradling Chris’s cheeks as he pressed their lips together.
The kiss deepened quickly and the room faded into a misty daze behind them. All Chris could sense was Darren, the taste, the smell, the feel of him as he crawled into his lap, needing more, needing closer. He ground his hips down and Chris gasped into his mouth, tasting the distinct taste of ash of his tongue and sucking down hard, craving everything Darren had to give.
A loud voice behind them chortled raucously and they broke apart with a start.
“Get some Chris square!” Mark crowed and Damian cackled beside him, ducking his head onto his shoulder, drunk on the joke.
Chris waited for the blush to settle knowingly over his cheeks, but it never came. Still unable to pull his smile off his face, he turned back towards Darren who settled his hands possessively on his hips.
“I hear the walls in the bathroom are pretty thick,” Darren whispered and Chris had to swallow the lump in his throat. He looked unbelievably sexy like this. His hands were broad and warm on his hips and his curls flopped adorably into his eyes, impossibly bright as he stared at Chris in a way that made him shiver with anticipation.
“I like that idea,” Chris returned, his voice daringly low and husky, even to his own ear.
Surely catcalls and whistles sounded behind them as Chris grabbed Darren’s hand in his own and eagerly dragged him from the room. But he didn’t hear them and he didn’t care, still lost in the moment and Darren, the thing holding him steady as the slightly dizzying world circled around them.