i did some writing!
Posting here for the sake of...upkeep? If I'm only going to write once or twice a year, I suppose I should keep track of it.
Glee RPF, het (het-ish?), Darren Criss/Heather Morris with guest appearance by Chris Colfer.
Even with her heels kicked off, Heather still has several inches on Darren, which works out just fine for him, thank you very much, because it's that height difference that puts his mouth in exactly the right place to suck on the junction of her shoulder and her neck, and he's making out in a hotel hallway with Heather Morris, and they so need to take this into one of their rooms.
He looks up just long enough to notice the closest room number, and by some bit of fantastic luck that he isn't going to question at all, they've ended up right down the hall from Darren's room. Darren's empty room, thank god, because Ashley had loudly announced her plans to drag Chris out dancing, which just adds to the list of reasons Darren is glad Chris has finally celebrated his 21st birthday.
Darren reluctantly pulls a hand away from Heather's face, flapping it around behind him, trying to extract the key card from his back pocket. Heather giggles something like “here, let me help” though her hands aren't near his pocket at all, but Darren is absolutely not stupid enough to be annoyed that the fact that Heather Freaking Morris' hands are all over his ass and making it more difficult to grab the damn key.
Fumbling, and the key is out, and this is a night for miracles, apparently, because the door opens on the first try, and then they're in the room and the door slams shut and Darren is pushing Heather up against it. She curls her leg around his hip and it's only gentlemanly of him to grab her thigh and help her keep her balance, isn't it, and as much as he loves sucking on her neck her mouth is at least as amazing so he stretches up to capture her lips again but she's suddenly not with him anymore, she's looking - staring - over his shoulder and without a doubt he knows, he knows what she's looking at.
Who she's looking at.
Darren squeezes his eyes closed. “Chris?” he breathes, watching Heather's breasts move up and down in time with her breathing.
“The one and only.” Chris' voice is caught somewhere between amused and - something else, something heavier and far rougher than Darren's ever heard come from Chris' mouth before.
Heather hasn't stopped staring over Darren's shoulder, and while Darren is perfectly willing to admit that Chris is a good-looking guy, Darren doesn't feel out of line wondering why the hell Heather is suddenly so much more interested in watching Chris than in continuing the (pretty amazing) fooling around that was going on.
Heather moans softly, a sound Darren feels as much as he hears, and she is biting her bottom lip and this is too fucking much, what the hell, really, so Darren twists his head to look over his shoulder to see for himself what exactly the deal is.
And whatever he thought he'd see, it surely wasn't Chris lounging in the corner of the room's overlarge loveseat, Chris' pants shoved down his thighs, Chris' hand gripped tight around his hard, leaking cock.
Jesus.
The leg around Darren's hip pulls him tighter, and Heather is looking between him and Chris, her mouth making the shapes of words she can't quite say. She exhales, long and shaky, grabs Darren by the back of the neck and pulls their foreheads together.
“This is, like, the hottest fucking thing ever,” she whispers against Darren's lips. “Can he - would you mind - do you think he'd want to - stay and watch us?”
I totally have the rest of it written in my head, jsyk. Hoping I can muster the energy to finish it up.
Glee RPF, het (het-ish?), Darren Criss/Heather Morris with guest appearance by Chris Colfer.
Even with her heels kicked off, Heather still has several inches on Darren, which works out just fine for him, thank you very much, because it's that height difference that puts his mouth in exactly the right place to suck on the junction of her shoulder and her neck, and he's making out in a hotel hallway with Heather Morris, and they so need to take this into one of their rooms.
He looks up just long enough to notice the closest room number, and by some bit of fantastic luck that he isn't going to question at all, they've ended up right down the hall from Darren's room. Darren's empty room, thank god, because Ashley had loudly announced her plans to drag Chris out dancing, which just adds to the list of reasons Darren is glad Chris has finally celebrated his 21st birthday.
Darren reluctantly pulls a hand away from Heather's face, flapping it around behind him, trying to extract the key card from his back pocket. Heather giggles something like “here, let me help” though her hands aren't near his pocket at all, but Darren is absolutely not stupid enough to be annoyed that the fact that Heather Freaking Morris' hands are all over his ass and making it more difficult to grab the damn key.
Fumbling, and the key is out, and this is a night for miracles, apparently, because the door opens on the first try, and then they're in the room and the door slams shut and Darren is pushing Heather up against it. She curls her leg around his hip and it's only gentlemanly of him to grab her thigh and help her keep her balance, isn't it, and as much as he loves sucking on her neck her mouth is at least as amazing so he stretches up to capture her lips again but she's suddenly not with him anymore, she's looking - staring - over his shoulder and without a doubt he knows, he knows what she's looking at.
Who she's looking at.
Darren squeezes his eyes closed. “Chris?” he breathes, watching Heather's breasts move up and down in time with her breathing.
“The one and only.” Chris' voice is caught somewhere between amused and - something else, something heavier and far rougher than Darren's ever heard come from Chris' mouth before.
Heather hasn't stopped staring over Darren's shoulder, and while Darren is perfectly willing to admit that Chris is a good-looking guy, Darren doesn't feel out of line wondering why the hell Heather is suddenly so much more interested in watching Chris than in continuing the (pretty amazing) fooling around that was going on.
Heather moans softly, a sound Darren feels as much as he hears, and she is biting her bottom lip and this is too fucking much, what the hell, really, so Darren twists his head to look over his shoulder to see for himself what exactly the deal is.
And whatever he thought he'd see, it surely wasn't Chris lounging in the corner of the room's overlarge loveseat, Chris' pants shoved down his thighs, Chris' hand gripped tight around his hard, leaking cock.
Jesus.
The leg around Darren's hip pulls him tighter, and Heather is looking between him and Chris, her mouth making the shapes of words she can't quite say. She exhales, long and shaky, grabs Darren by the back of the neck and pulls their foreheads together.
“This is, like, the hottest fucking thing ever,” she whispers against Darren's lips. “Can he - would you mind - do you think he'd want to - stay and watch us?”
I totally have the rest of it written in my head, jsyk. Hoping I can muster the energy to finish it up.