fic: this is his body this is his love
title: this is his body this is his love
pairing: Chris/Darren
rating: nc-17
word count: 1300+ words
summary: Darren pays a visit to Chris to confront him about his dangerous eating habits but things don't go quite as he planned.
a/n: written for this prompt on the glee kink meme. title taken once more from the Florence and the Machine song, Bedroom Hymns because it's fucking ~inspiring.
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Darren hummed along to the melodic tune spilling from his headphones as he climbed the stone steps to Chris’s apartment, worry steadily building in his chest. He knew he probably should have called first or something but he was worried Chris would reject him. But he knew (okay, hoped) he wouldn’t be able to say no to his mom’s special pasta that he made just for him. And he had beer, too! Beer was good…
He had a plan in his mind of exactly what he wanted to say to him. He was going to call him out, confront him about his unhealthy habits. He even printed off fact sheets about the effects of not eating properly. But as Chris finally answered the door (after Darren had knocked three times) all his carefully constructed plans flew out the window.
“Sorry,” Chris apologised, letting Darren in, “I was in the shower.”
Clearly, Darren thought, swallowing hard as he took in his dishevelled features, his hair mussed and handing lazily into his eyes, his long legs covered in loose grey sweatpants, his feet bare, painting wet footprints across the carpet. His chest was bare too, little water droplets trickling down his chest, caressing the V of his hips and fuck his ribs.
“I thought we could have dinner together,” he said, a little embarrassed at the slight shake in his voice. But Chris didn’t seem to notice, simply shrugging and brushing it off.
“I’m not really hungry but you help yourself,” he said. Darren narrowed his eyes.
“I bet you’re not,” he challenged. “I bet you’re starving.”
Chris laughed. “I ate on the way home, you silly goose.”
“Chris…” Darren said warningly, but he didn’t miss the way Chris shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
And he didn’t miss the contraction of muscles under his skin, the barely perceptible shift in his collarbones, the light jut of his rib cage…
It definitely should not be hot but the heat burning under Darren’s collar was unmistakeable and he felt a burning twist in his stomach.
Fuck.
It was utterly bizarre and wrong but Chris’s eyes glanced up and he caught his lingering gaze…
And he smiled.
“We could eat…” he said lightly, his feet taking him slowly across the carpet, closing the space between them until Darren could smell the soap on his skin, feel the heat radiating off him. “Or you could taste me.”
Darren couldn’t even think. Chris was too close and his mind was dizzy with his presence and his scent and his ribs and oh.
Chris took Darren’s hands in his, running them down his bare chest. Darren fought back a shudder as he felt the hard press of his muscles under his still damp skin. His fingertips caressed the jut of his ribcage and Chris whispered huskily into his ear.
“Touch me, Dare.”
Unable to stop now, Darren backed him up against the wall, his eyes raving hungrily over his body. he dropped to his knees, kissing every inch of him, sucking a bruise into his hip bone as Chris tangled his fingers harshly into Darren’s hair.
“Please!” he cried wantonly.
Darren licked up his side, tracing his tongue over the lines of his abdominals before sliding back down again, pulling his sweatpants down by his teeth. Before Chris could even catch his breath, Darren took him in his mouth, sucking insistently at his cock, his hands still running across his torso reverently. He just couldn’t stop touching him. He felt so good beneath his palms, so strong and beautiful like he was carved from marble. Darren just found himself wanting more and more and when Chris tugged his hair, Darren didn’t resist, pulling off him and sliding back up his body, kissing him deep and needily. Chris whimpered at the taste of him on his mouth and wrapped a leg around the back of Darren’s thigh.
“I want you to fuck me,” Darren begged. Chris nodded frantically kissing him once more before helping Darren out of his shirt and pants, choking on the heat new heat between them as their bare bodies slid together, their hips slotting together like they knew each other.
The hand in Chris’s hair slid gently down to caress the back of his neck, massaging lightly at the too tense muscle.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Darren whispered, his voice reduced to a husky whisper against Chris’s bruised lips, “it’s just me.”
The hand on his neck massaged down, his fingertips running patterns across his vertebrae, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Chris’s spine arched under his attentive touch and he moaned long and loud, the sound echoing over and over in Darren’s mind as the hottest thing he had ever heard.
“Do you have-?” Darren asked frantically.
“In the bedroom,” Chris murmured, “but that’s too far away…”
Darren chuckled darkly, brining Chris’s fingertips up to his mouth and sucking on them. Chris groaned and Darren hummed around them happily, delighted at the reactions he could pull from the usually reserved man.
“I think that’s enough,” Chris said weakly, pulling his hand away. Darren only smirked at the blush rising in his cheeks but his satisfaction fell under a distressed cry as Chris pushed in the first finger without warning.
“Fuck, Dare,” Chris hissed. “You don’t get fucked much, do you?”
Darren bit his lip, trying to find coherency through the onslaught of sensations hazing around his mind. “Never, actually,” he managed.
Chris nipped at his earlobe. “I’ll talk you through it.”
But as Chris slipped in a second finger and then a third, stretching him until he cried out for him to just fuck him already, Darren realised he wouldn’t be able to live up to his promise. It was too much for words.
Finally, Chris spun him around, backing him up against the wall and pressing his cock up against him.
“Are you ready?” he asked. Darren nodded quickly.
He was beyond ready.
And too slowly Chris pressed in, Darren tensing his shoulders to still his shaking as the feeling of Chris filled him. As he finally buried himself fully inside it felt incredible, so full and so…
He couldn’t describe it.
“Move,” he panted and Chris complied, pressing him hard against the wall as he slammed his hips forward. Darren clutched at the wall desperately for support and finding none, grabbed at Chris from behind, gripping his waist hard enough to bruise. Chris bit down harshly on his shoulder and Darren arched his back, pressing Chris even further in. his hands felt him everywhere, the bones, the muscle, his skin, just Chris. There was nothing else that mattered.
They moved together rhythmically but messily, all hands and teeth and hips and blinding sensations, moans, whines and whimpers falling off their every shared breath. Chris gripped his wrists tightly, twisting his arms almost painfully to rub his palms over his ribs, massaging frantically at the muscle.
“Oh…”
And they came together, buried in the heated haze of each other’s touch, Darren’s neck twisted back to kiss Chris desperately before he gently pulled out, leaving Darren resting against the wall, trying to recover his breathing and find himself again.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked carefully from behind him.
Darren nodded, slowly turning to face him. “I’m fine,” he said, still feeling rather dazed. He sought out Chris’s hands, intertwining them with his own. “I… I don’t want this to detract from what I was saying earlier, though. But give me a minute to remember…” Chris giggled as Darren tried to sort through his genuinely confused thoughts. “Right,” he said at last. “Please stop this crazy diet, Chris. I… I don’t want to lose you.”
Chris placed a chaste kiss on his lips and Darren felt hummingbird nerves flutter in his chest.
“Only if you’ll feed me,” he said with a mischievous wink.
“Oh, I’m sure that can be arranged…”
pairing: Chris/Darren
rating: nc-17
word count: 1300+ words
summary: Darren pays a visit to Chris to confront him about his dangerous eating habits but things don't go quite as he planned.
a/n: written for this prompt on the glee kink meme. title taken once more from the Florence and the Machine song, Bedroom Hymns because it's fucking ~inspiring.
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Darren hummed along to the melodic tune spilling from his headphones as he climbed the stone steps to Chris’s apartment, worry steadily building in his chest. He knew he probably should have called first or something but he was worried Chris would reject him. But he knew (okay, hoped) he wouldn’t be able to say no to his mom’s special pasta that he made just for him. And he had beer, too! Beer was good…
He had a plan in his mind of exactly what he wanted to say to him. He was going to call him out, confront him about his unhealthy habits. He even printed off fact sheets about the effects of not eating properly. But as Chris finally answered the door (after Darren had knocked three times) all his carefully constructed plans flew out the window.
“Sorry,” Chris apologised, letting Darren in, “I was in the shower.”
Clearly, Darren thought, swallowing hard as he took in his dishevelled features, his hair mussed and handing lazily into his eyes, his long legs covered in loose grey sweatpants, his feet bare, painting wet footprints across the carpet. His chest was bare too, little water droplets trickling down his chest, caressing the V of his hips and fuck his ribs.
“I thought we could have dinner together,” he said, a little embarrassed at the slight shake in his voice. But Chris didn’t seem to notice, simply shrugging and brushing it off.
“I’m not really hungry but you help yourself,” he said. Darren narrowed his eyes.
“I bet you’re not,” he challenged. “I bet you’re starving.”
Chris laughed. “I ate on the way home, you silly goose.”
“Chris…” Darren said warningly, but he didn’t miss the way Chris shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
And he didn’t miss the contraction of muscles under his skin, the barely perceptible shift in his collarbones, the light jut of his rib cage…
It definitely should not be hot but the heat burning under Darren’s collar was unmistakeable and he felt a burning twist in his stomach.
Fuck.
It was utterly bizarre and wrong but Chris’s eyes glanced up and he caught his lingering gaze…
And he smiled.
“We could eat…” he said lightly, his feet taking him slowly across the carpet, closing the space between them until Darren could smell the soap on his skin, feel the heat radiating off him. “Or you could taste me.”
Darren couldn’t even think. Chris was too close and his mind was dizzy with his presence and his scent and his ribs and oh.
Chris took Darren’s hands in his, running them down his bare chest. Darren fought back a shudder as he felt the hard press of his muscles under his still damp skin. His fingertips caressed the jut of his ribcage and Chris whispered huskily into his ear.
“Touch me, Dare.”
Unable to stop now, Darren backed him up against the wall, his eyes raving hungrily over his body. he dropped to his knees, kissing every inch of him, sucking a bruise into his hip bone as Chris tangled his fingers harshly into Darren’s hair.
“Please!” he cried wantonly.
Darren licked up his side, tracing his tongue over the lines of his abdominals before sliding back down again, pulling his sweatpants down by his teeth. Before Chris could even catch his breath, Darren took him in his mouth, sucking insistently at his cock, his hands still running across his torso reverently. He just couldn’t stop touching him. He felt so good beneath his palms, so strong and beautiful like he was carved from marble. Darren just found himself wanting more and more and when Chris tugged his hair, Darren didn’t resist, pulling off him and sliding back up his body, kissing him deep and needily. Chris whimpered at the taste of him on his mouth and wrapped a leg around the back of Darren’s thigh.
“I want you to fuck me,” Darren begged. Chris nodded frantically kissing him once more before helping Darren out of his shirt and pants, choking on the heat new heat between them as their bare bodies slid together, their hips slotting together like they knew each other.
The hand in Chris’s hair slid gently down to caress the back of his neck, massaging lightly at the too tense muscle.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Darren whispered, his voice reduced to a husky whisper against Chris’s bruised lips, “it’s just me.”
The hand on his neck massaged down, his fingertips running patterns across his vertebrae, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Chris’s spine arched under his attentive touch and he moaned long and loud, the sound echoing over and over in Darren’s mind as the hottest thing he had ever heard.
“Do you have-?” Darren asked frantically.
“In the bedroom,” Chris murmured, “but that’s too far away…”
Darren chuckled darkly, brining Chris’s fingertips up to his mouth and sucking on them. Chris groaned and Darren hummed around them happily, delighted at the reactions he could pull from the usually reserved man.
“I think that’s enough,” Chris said weakly, pulling his hand away. Darren only smirked at the blush rising in his cheeks but his satisfaction fell under a distressed cry as Chris pushed in the first finger without warning.
“Fuck, Dare,” Chris hissed. “You don’t get fucked much, do you?”
Darren bit his lip, trying to find coherency through the onslaught of sensations hazing around his mind. “Never, actually,” he managed.
Chris nipped at his earlobe. “I’ll talk you through it.”
But as Chris slipped in a second finger and then a third, stretching him until he cried out for him to just fuck him already, Darren realised he wouldn’t be able to live up to his promise. It was too much for words.
Finally, Chris spun him around, backing him up against the wall and pressing his cock up against him.
“Are you ready?” he asked. Darren nodded quickly.
He was beyond ready.
And too slowly Chris pressed in, Darren tensing his shoulders to still his shaking as the feeling of Chris filled him. As he finally buried himself fully inside it felt incredible, so full and so…
He couldn’t describe it.
“Move,” he panted and Chris complied, pressing him hard against the wall as he slammed his hips forward. Darren clutched at the wall desperately for support and finding none, grabbed at Chris from behind, gripping his waist hard enough to bruise. Chris bit down harshly on his shoulder and Darren arched his back, pressing Chris even further in. his hands felt him everywhere, the bones, the muscle, his skin, just Chris. There was nothing else that mattered.
They moved together rhythmically but messily, all hands and teeth and hips and blinding sensations, moans, whines and whimpers falling off their every shared breath. Chris gripped his wrists tightly, twisting his arms almost painfully to rub his palms over his ribs, massaging frantically at the muscle.
“Oh…”
And they came together, buried in the heated haze of each other’s touch, Darren’s neck twisted back to kiss Chris desperately before he gently pulled out, leaving Darren resting against the wall, trying to recover his breathing and find himself again.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked carefully from behind him.
Darren nodded, slowly turning to face him. “I’m fine,” he said, still feeling rather dazed. He sought out Chris’s hands, intertwining them with his own. “I… I don’t want this to detract from what I was saying earlier, though. But give me a minute to remember…” Chris giggled as Darren tried to sort through his genuinely confused thoughts. “Right,” he said at last. “Please stop this crazy diet, Chris. I… I don’t want to lose you.”
Chris placed a chaste kiss on his lips and Darren felt hummingbird nerves flutter in his chest.
“Only if you’ll feed me,” he said with a mischievous wink.
“Oh, I’m sure that can be arranged…”