Chris/Darren: Too Close (NC-17)
Title: Too Close
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,513
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Blowjobs. Fingering. Anal sex.
Summary: Darren shows up unannounced at Chris' place demanding that they head for the bathroom. But fooling around in the bathroom isn't the only thing Darren has in mind.
A/N: This is part of the One-Time Thing series. Previous installments are: Want, You're A Dick Darren, and Your Everything.
An entire week had passed since the incident in Chris' living room. Honestly, that was what he was referring to it as in his head: the incident. There had been blowjobs and handjobs and laughter, but mostly they had pretty much just devoured each other.
It had been amazing.
It had been stupid.
Hence the term incident.
It felt clinical, lacking the personal edge that threatened to make fitting said incident into his head nearly impossible. Chris chose to ignore any and all compliments Darren had paid him, any kisses they'd shared, and basically any moment where it had felt like anything other than a desperate venture to get each other off. It had been working pretty well for him so far.
He was sitting in his living room with Ashley watching a TIVOed episode of Saturday Night Live when a knock sounded on his door. They were in the middle of laughing particularly hard at something Kristen Wiig had just done and Chris was still cracking up as he pulled the door open.
"Chris Colfer. Bathroom. Now," were the words that greeted him. His eyes opened wide, his personal space immediately invaded as Darren stepped over the threshold and made a grab for Chris' belt loops. Chris took a big step back, shaking his head lightly and trying to form words.
"Who is it, Chris? A crazed stalker?" Ashley asked, her voice getting closer. Darren swallowed hard as he took a step back into the hallway. "And did I hear the word bathroom?"
"It's just Darren," Chris said. Ashley turned the corner and raised an eyebrow.
"Darren, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" she asked.
"I was out running some errands and needed to use the restroom. I was hoping Chris would let me use his," Darren said, surprisingly smoothly. It was believable, but Ashley never believed anything.
"Isn't there a gas station you could've gone to or something?" Ashley asked as Chris stepped aside for Darren to enter. Again.
"Why would I use a public bathroom when I was literally driving by here?" Darren asked.
"Whatever, I'm just asking the question everyone wants the answer to," she said, raising her hands in mock defeat.
"So, the bathroom's the first door on the right," Chris said awkwardly, pointing the way down the hallway.
"Yeah, I know," Darren said and Chris' heart actually stopped beating for a second. What in the hell was he doing? "I came over here to read through the script for 'Prom Queen',' remember?" God, he was such a liar.
"Right," Chris said, laughing a little and heading back to the living room as Darren unnecessarily started his way toward the bathroom.
"Well this is weird," Ashley said, resuming her position on the end of the couch.
"What is?" Chris asked even though he knew perfectly well what she was referring to. He and Darren got along well. They were friends. But they weren't the drop by unannounced kind of friends. Ashley knew that.
"Don't play coy with me. It's weird that he just showed up here to use your bathroom."
"It's not that weird, Ashley," Chris said, rolling his eyes and snagging his can of Diet Coke off of the coaster on the coffee table.
“If you say so,” Ashley replied, clearly not sold. Chris didn’t blame her. It was weird. So weird. Even though he knew why Darren had showed up, it was still weird.
It had happened three times now, but it still felt surreal. Mostly because it kept happening and then not happening. They were incredibly good at acting like nothing had taken place, at moving past it without a moment’s pause. That both comforted and unsettled Chris.
On one hand, he liked that they could do these things together and remain friends at the end of the day. On the other hand, it bothered him a little that Darren could literally beg to suck his pretty cock one night and then shoulder bump him and talk about the hot girl across the lot’s ass the next day. It wasn’t that Chris wanted to be in a relationship with Darren, because he didn’t. Despite his apparent penchant for giving head, Darren was straight. Chris wasn’t an idiot and he had long since learned not to even remotely open his heart to the idea of being with someone who literally couldn’t want him back.
But Darren did want him. That was the problem.
Darren had resided in this lovely little crystal box labeled STRAIGHT FRIEND DARREN for so long. But now he had busted out of it, diving headfirst out of the confinement and into Chris’ lap. If nothing had ever changed, if Dublin had never happened, then it all would have been fine. But there had been drinks-so many drinks-and Darren’s mouth and hands and desperation. And then everything had changed. It wasn’t for the better or for the worse, it was just changed.
And Chris wanted Darren. In the back of his mind he had forever. He wasn’t blind. Darren was gorgeous and talented and kind and funny. Basically, everything that most people would die to have in a partner. But Darren was straight. Except for all the cock sucking, which was decidedly not straight and Darren’s reluctance to ‘slap himself with a label’ proved that he was well aware of that fact.
So, there they were, his occasional sex partner pretending to use the bathroom while his best friend sat suspiciously side-eyeing him from the other end of the couch. What a delightful Saturday afternoon. A few moments later, Darren came back down the hallway and froze. He and Chris just blinked at each other for a moment before Ashley chimed in.
“Are you coming or going?” she asked. Chris reeled in the surprisingly strong impulse to finish with the rest of the Queer as Folk quote.
“What are you guys up to?” Darren asked, taking a step further into the room. Was he serious?
“Just watching some SNL. Getting our Diet Coke on,” Ashley said.
Just go away, Darren. Go away.
“Well how can I say no to that?” Darren asked with a grin, practically bounding over in his stupid overeager Darren way and settling himself in on the center cushion right between Chris and Ashley despite the fact that there was a perfectly good chair not three feet away.
Things got better after that, though. They all laughed and watched the show. Thankfully, Ashley got a call from a friend with a clothing emergency of some kind while getting ready for a date and she left without it being weird that she was leaving Chris and Darren alone together. Once the door had closed behind her and Chris had safely secured the locks, he crossed his arms over his chest and slowly walked back into the living room.
“Mind telling me what in the hell you were thinking showing up here without calling first?” he asked, bracing himself in the entrance to the living room and shaking his head slightly.
“Mostly I was thinking that I was horny,” Darren admitted with a little shrug as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say.
“And?”
“And that it’d been way too long since I tasted you.” Chris closed his eyes and stepped to the side, making a grand sweeping motion toward the door.
“Please just go,” Chris said, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. Honestly, he just wanted to be left alone with his noisy thoughts. He could shut them up with booze. Gallons and buckets of booze.
“Why?” Darren asked, sounding genuinely hurt. Chris sighed and drooped against the wall.
“Because this is ridiculous. You can’t just show up here unannounced demanding that we go into my bathroom to fool around. Look at what just happened. Ashley almost found out today and you know what? She’s suspicious now. She’s going to be watching to see if there’s anything going on between us. She just knows these things. I think she was an editor for a tabloid magazine in a past life.” Darren stood and crossed the carpeting between them with a wistful look on his face.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t really thinking. I should’ve called first,” he said, impossibly close. His entire body was right there, not touching, but so close that either of them would only have to move that much and they’d be pressed against one another.
“Yes, you should have. It’s not like we have some kind of arrangement where I know when to expect this kind of thing,” Chris said. Darren sighed and dropped his head, chin coming close to resting against his chest.
“I keep trying not to,” Darren said, “I just… had a weak moment today.”
“I thought we talked last time about how you shouldn’t fight it. You should just go with it since we can obviously do this and still be okay afterward,” Chris reminded him.
“And that sounds great in theory, but when put into action…” Darren said, “It seems messy.”
“This is messy. Both metaphorically and literally,” he said, hoping to elicit a smile from Darren. It didn’t work. “Hey, there’s nothing to be upset about. We’re okay and Ashley didn’t actually see or hear anything.”
“I’m not upset. I’m frustrated,” Darren said, finally lifting his head.
“About what?”
Darren thought for a long time. So long that Chris started to feel funny in his own skin, like it didn’t quite fit right. Like he was about to burst from it at any given second.
“About where our next one-time thing should take place,” Darren lied.
It was an obvious lie. Chris and any even halfway functioning lie detecting apparatus could have sniffed it out without any trouble whatsoever. It took a moment of debating, but Chris decided to let it go. If he pried, they would talk. If he didn’t… well, the possibilities were significantly more enticing.
“I thought you already decided on the bathroom,” Chris said coyly, grabbing a fistful of Darren’s shirt and pulling him in the right direction.
“At the time it sounded good, but…” he trailed off, looking into Chris’ bedroom as they passed. Chris pulled harder and kept moving down the hallway.
“Not there,” he said, wanting desperately to add: Not yet.
The bathroom he took Darren to was the guest bathroom. It was nicely yet modestly decorated with a black shower curtain and rugs, a smattering of blood red accents including a few prints on the wall that he’d bought at a local art show. It was fine, nothing spectacular, but it had a shower and that was the most important part.
As soon as they were both inside of the small bathroom, Darren’s entire demeanor changed. Instead of just following Chris, he took charge, pushing Chris back into the vanity and roughly kissing him. The kiss was so hard, in fact, that it hurt a little, lips pressing too firmly into teeth and just enough pressure being used that it was trending on the side of uncomfortable.
Chris pushed on Darren’s chest, trying to ease up just a little from the insistent press of those full lips against his own, but Darren wasn’t having any of it. He pulled back just enough to part his lips, sucking Chris’ bottom one hard between his own and biting down lightly as he yanked Chris’ zipper down.
“I’ve been thinking about your cock nonstop,” Darren admitted in his ear once he’d finally pulled away from Chris’ already bruised-feeling lips.
“Oh yeah?” Chris asked, fumbling with Darren’s own pants. The actions his hands were making were mostly in vain; stupid slips and slides against the denim as he tried to pull them undone and off. But Darren already had Chris’ cock out and therefore, Chris’ limbs desperately wanted to be used for nothing more than grasping and clawing at whatever part of Darren they could reach.
“You have no fucking idea,” Darren moaned before kissing Chris again, this time softer, his lips gently capturing Chris’ over and over, their tongues barely meeting each time their mouths reconnected.
“I think I might,” Chris said against Darren’s lips, finally finding the energy to get Darren’s pants and boxers shoved down to his ankles. His hand closed around Darren’s already hard cock. Finally. “Let’s get in the shower.”
“Yes,” Darren moaned, stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head. Chris followed suit before making his way to the shower. With a fairly shaky hand, he adjusted the water temperature to a comfortable level before turning, his mouth immediately covered by Darren’s. The tongue gently probing his mouth was eager but almost… nervous. Darren was holding back. That was unusual. Darren typically went about every moment of their encounters like a man dying of thirst who just got his hands on a gallon of water.
“Come on,” Chris said, nodding in the direction of the shower. Darren pulled him inside, yanking the curtain shut behind them and wasting no time in pressing Chris against the wall. The cold of the tile combined with the hot press of Darren’s hard body against him was enough rattle a shiver all the way to the tips of his toes.
With a smile, Darren dropped to his knees, pressing Chris’ half-hard cock up against his stomach with the flat of his hand and dragging it up slowly. Looking down with breaths already heaving in his chest, Chris watched as Darren thumbed lightly at the head of his cock, looking almost quizzically at it. It was obvious that Darren wasn’t really trying to please him at the moment. He was more studying, inspecting Chris’ cock. And even though it was making Chris personally feel a little uncomfortable, his cock found the attention to be rather welcome, and he hardened rapidly from Darren’s gentle touches.
Darren trailed over the thick vein on Chris’ cock and then over all of the other less prominent ones. The touch was feather light and Chris’ hips instinctually bucked forward, craving more friction. A little chuckle rumbled through Darren’s chest and he used his other hand to press Chris’ hips back into the wall. Chris grunted a little in frustration, his cock painfully hard now as Darren just took his sweet time doing whatever in the hell it was that he was doing down there.
His hand moved down from Chris’ cock to his balls, using just his fingertips to rub over them. Letting out a little frustrated huff, Chris opened his mouth to demand, you know, anything, but then Darren was licking from his balls to the tip of his cock and Chris just exhaled happily, melting back against the wall.
“God, I love your mouth,” Chris moaned as Darren wrapped his lips around just the head, sucking lightly and pressing his tongue against the slit before sliding all the way down. Darren hummed against the flesh in his mouth, sending welcome vibrations through Chris’ cock that left him scrambling for the back of Darren’s head, threading his fingers amongst the wild ungelled locks.
But even this was different than it had been before. The driving force that had always seemed to propel Darren in their past three encounters was missing. Now, he was taking his time, sucking and licking and keeping his hands completely out of the equation. Chris loved it. This felt like it could go on for hours. Maybe it would. Instead of coming three times, maybe he’d only have one orgasm after Darren had teased him until he was panting and begging to come. Yeah, he could definitely see the appeal of that.
Chris looked down and found Darren staring up at him through those ridiculously gorgeous lashes of his while he tongued at the head of Chris’ cock. He took in a shuddering breath and laced the fingers of both hands through Darren’s hair, now damp on one side for the spray of the shower.
“You’re kind of a tease today,” Chris laughed, his voice low and rumbling. Two strong hands slid their way up Chris’ legs until they settled in on his hips, thumbing over hipbones and smoothing away the water collecting on his skin.
“Not teasing,” Darren said, pausing from that endless licking to speak before dropping down to suck one of Chris’ balls into his mouth. A hiss forced its way through Chris’ clenched teeth at the feeling and he gripped harder onto Darren’s hair.
“Sure feels like it.”
“I just…” Darren trailed off, pressing his face into the trimmed hair at the base of Chris’ cock.
“Darren, what’s going on with you today?” Chris said, trying to think clearly despite the aching of his throbbingly hard cock. Darren dropped back to sit on his heels and sighed.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about something.”
“You seem to have a problem with that,” Chris teased, but Darren didn’t smile in response. In fact, he dropped his head, staring at Chris’ feet. “Hey…” He trailed off and reached out to put a hand on Darren’s cheek to lift his head once more. Darren leaned into the touch and covered Chris’ hand with his own.
“I just…” Darren started, his eyes big and vulnerable. He looked like he was about to cry. Chris dropped to a squat, putting them at eye-level with each other.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” Chris said. The sadness behind Darren’s eyes vanished as he sucked in a deep breath. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Chris’, letting them linger there. Finally, he pulled back not even half an inch and whispered before diving back in.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Chris’ eyes flew open wide and he lost his footing, falling hard onto the tile and almost knocking Darren over in the process.
“You what?” Chris asked, gaping a little at Darren. He couldn’t help it.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Darren said, his expression unreadable as he stood and stepped beneath the spray.
“It’s not a no, you just caught me completely off guard,” Chris said, standing and moving around Darren until he was standing in front of him. “I just didn’t think we’d ever do that, that’s all.”
“It’s all I’ve been able to think about,” Darren said softly, stepping in close, the hard length of his cock pressing against Chris’.
“Oh god,” Chris moaned, thrusting his hips forward and sliding their cocks together as the warm water cascaded down their bodies.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Oh shit, I should’ve…” Darren took a step back, putting inches of unwanted and completely unnecessary distance between their bodies, “Do you like to top or do you-“
“No no, I prefer to top,” Chris said quickly, his heart beating so fast and hard it was almost starting to hurt.
“Good. Bedroom now,” Darren said, stepping forward and giving Chris a deep but all too brief kiss. His tongue was sliding against Chris’ and then pulling away far too quickly and Chris found himself whining a little from the loss. Darren laughed, turned off the shower and extended a hand. “Lead the way.”
The air was cold against his wet skin, but Chris barely felt it. All he was aware of were the warm fingers laced between his own and the noisy thoughts clambering for attention in his brain. Once they were inside, Chris toed the door shut and headed straight for his nightstand where he pulled out lube and a condom.
“Have you ever done this before?” Chris asked, watching as Darren climbed onto the bed and bounced a little on his knees. He looked like a little kid jumping on a mattress to test its buoyancy, but instead of teasing him about it all Chris could so was stare at the still hard cock bobbing in the air with each movement.
“No,” Darren said, “I haven’t. Not by myself and not with someone else.” He was still bouncing. Chris was still staring. “See something you like?”
“Shut up and lie down,” Chris said, finally able to rip his gaze away from that perfect veiny dick with Darren’s ridiculously cocky statement.
Smirking a little, Darren did as told, settling himself in on the bed with a hand resting behind his head. His legs were already spread like they were waiting for Chris to sit between them, so he did. He spread a healthy amount of lube on two fingers, rubbing them together until it had warmed and then using his left hand to urge Darren’s knees up so that his feet were flat on the bed. With a gentle stroke, he slid that hand up Darren’s leg from ankle to hip in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
Darren was stunning, all dark body hair that was surprisingly soft to the touch and clean lines of muscle and this intoxicating sent that was an indescribable combination of soap and cologne and Darren. As his hand settled in on one muscular thigh, he scooted in and slowly started to circle Darren’s asshole with just the tip of his middle finger. A soft yet sharp intake of breath sounded from Darren’s direction and Chris looked up at him all the while never stopping the gentle motion of his finger.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked. Darren nodded, his eyes wide with blown pupils, the hazel almost completely gone. “Good, make sure you stay relaxed.”
Darren nodded again, his head raised slightly off of the mattress as he stared intently back at Chris. When it was time to take it further, Chris moved up, hovering over Darren and bracing himself on one hand. He pressed his lips against Darren’s in a soft kiss, one Darren immediately deepened, a hand moving to the back of Chris’ head to keept him there. As Chris pushed one finger inside, Darren sucked Chris’ tongue into his mouth with a moan.
Okay, that was a good sign.
Chris took his time preparing Darren, working that first finger in slowly until the heel of his hand was pressed firmly against Darren’s ass. Only once Darren had given him the go-ahead did Chris add a second. And a third.
It was absolutely unbelievable, the sight of his fingers disappearing in Darren’s ass. The insanely tight feel of him gripping onto those fingers. The strangled, increasingly loud moans Darren was letting out each time Chris paused to rub his prostate.
“Oh my god, Chris, just fuck me please,” Darren choked out as Chris paused once more against the spot that left Darren writhing beneath him.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Chris grinned, slowly removing his fingers and then spreading apart Darren’s asscheeks to take in the sight. “Wow…”
“Come on,” Darren grumbled impatiently, one forearm thrown across his eyes as he started to slowly jerk himself off. Huffing, Chris pushed Darren’s hand away before rolling on the condom.
“Do you want to do it?” Chris asked, holding out the bottle of lube to Darren. When Darren didn’t lift his arm from his eyes, Chris poked Darren’s stomach with the bottom of the bottle repeatedly until he finally looked down.
“Oh,” Darren said, licking his lips, “Yes, definitely.” He sat up and eagerly grabbed the bottle, squirting way too much into his hand and tossing it aside. With a firm grip, he grasped Chris’ cock and stroked up and down, thoroughly coating it before dropping back and stroking himself again with a now slick hand.
“Are you ready?” Chris asked. He bent forward and sucked Darren’s bottom lip into his mouth, trailing his tongue over the plush, smooth skin.
“Yes,” Darren hissed out. Chris grinned and released Darren’s lip. He wrapped a hand around himself and pressed the head of his cock against Darren’s asshole. Using every ounce of self-control he had, he pushed forward just until the head slipped through those initial tight rings of muscle.
“Oh fuck,” he choked out, dropping forward and grabbing hard onto the comforter beside Darren’s ribs. Every muscle in his body was tight with restraint, the only thing he could feel was the scorching heat surrounding the head of his cock. He needed more and he needed it now. His hips started a slow movement, thrusting forward in the tiniest increments as he worked his way inside. Darren was so tight but his jaw was slack and his eyes were open wide, staring at Chris. Even the movement of his hand on his cock had stopped. Neither of them breathed until Chris was in as deep as he could go, his balls pressing against Darren’s ass as he bottomed out.
“How’re you doing?” Chris asked. Darren’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words. His brow was furrowed a little and Chris bent down to press a kiss to Darren’s chest.
“So good. Just move,” Darren finally got out and Chris immediately obliged.
The friction of Darren’s ass stroking all around him was unreal, the tight heat unlike anything Chris had felt before. He’d been with other guys, but it had never felt this good. Was Darren’s ass just that amazing? Or was it something else?
“You feel incredible,” Chris moaned, thrusting in again, much slower than he wanted to, but this was Darren’s first time with this and he needed to be gentle. For now, at least.
“Oh my god, Chris,” Darren said, his hands gripping onto Chris’ arms, his hips starting to move a bit as he countered Chris’ thrusts. When the angle of his hips moved just so and Chris knew that he was sliding just perfectly against Darren’s prostate with every little motion of his hips, Darren cried out.
And then he pushed Chris away.
“What?” Chris asked, stunned as he fell back onto the mattress, his cock sliding roughly from Darren’s ass.
“I can’t do this,” Darren said, his voice tight as he scrambled from the bed.
“Darren!” Chris said, “Come back. Let’s talk about this.”
“I just can’t. I’m so sorry,” Darren said, not turning back as he ran from the room. Chris got up, his whole body numb from shock. What in the hell was going on? He could hear Darren in the bathroom, rustling and banging into things and swearing in a voice that was bordering on hysterical.
“Darren?” Chris asked, breaking out of his haze and hurrying in that direction. “Darren, what are you doing?”
“I have to go,” Darren said, refusing to make eye contact as he zipped up his jeans and brushed past Chris. Not ready to back down yet, Chris followed him into the living room where he was bending down to pick up the shoes he’d discarded by the coffee table halfway through the episode of SNL.
“Did I do something wrong?” Chris asked. Darren finally looked at him and Chris’ heart leapt into his throat. There were tears in Darren’s eyes and Chris felt all of the questions remaining on his tongue just disappear.
“No,” Darren said simply, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Chris.”
And then he was gone.
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,513
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Blowjobs. Fingering. Anal sex.
Summary: Darren shows up unannounced at Chris' place demanding that they head for the bathroom. But fooling around in the bathroom isn't the only thing Darren has in mind.
A/N: This is part of the One-Time Thing series. Previous installments are: Want, You're A Dick Darren, and Your Everything.
An entire week had passed since the incident in Chris' living room. Honestly, that was what he was referring to it as in his head: the incident. There had been blowjobs and handjobs and laughter, but mostly they had pretty much just devoured each other.
It had been amazing.
It had been stupid.
Hence the term incident.
It felt clinical, lacking the personal edge that threatened to make fitting said incident into his head nearly impossible. Chris chose to ignore any and all compliments Darren had paid him, any kisses they'd shared, and basically any moment where it had felt like anything other than a desperate venture to get each other off. It had been working pretty well for him so far.
He was sitting in his living room with Ashley watching a TIVOed episode of Saturday Night Live when a knock sounded on his door. They were in the middle of laughing particularly hard at something Kristen Wiig had just done and Chris was still cracking up as he pulled the door open.
"Chris Colfer. Bathroom. Now," were the words that greeted him. His eyes opened wide, his personal space immediately invaded as Darren stepped over the threshold and made a grab for Chris' belt loops. Chris took a big step back, shaking his head lightly and trying to form words.
"Who is it, Chris? A crazed stalker?" Ashley asked, her voice getting closer. Darren swallowed hard as he took a step back into the hallway. "And did I hear the word bathroom?"
"It's just Darren," Chris said. Ashley turned the corner and raised an eyebrow.
"Darren, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" she asked.
"I was out running some errands and needed to use the restroom. I was hoping Chris would let me use his," Darren said, surprisingly smoothly. It was believable, but Ashley never believed anything.
"Isn't there a gas station you could've gone to or something?" Ashley asked as Chris stepped aside for Darren to enter. Again.
"Why would I use a public bathroom when I was literally driving by here?" Darren asked.
"Whatever, I'm just asking the question everyone wants the answer to," she said, raising her hands in mock defeat.
"So, the bathroom's the first door on the right," Chris said awkwardly, pointing the way down the hallway.
"Yeah, I know," Darren said and Chris' heart actually stopped beating for a second. What in the hell was he doing? "I came over here to read through the script for 'Prom Queen',' remember?" God, he was such a liar.
"Right," Chris said, laughing a little and heading back to the living room as Darren unnecessarily started his way toward the bathroom.
"Well this is weird," Ashley said, resuming her position on the end of the couch.
"What is?" Chris asked even though he knew perfectly well what she was referring to. He and Darren got along well. They were friends. But they weren't the drop by unannounced kind of friends. Ashley knew that.
"Don't play coy with me. It's weird that he just showed up here to use your bathroom."
"It's not that weird, Ashley," Chris said, rolling his eyes and snagging his can of Diet Coke off of the coaster on the coffee table.
“If you say so,” Ashley replied, clearly not sold. Chris didn’t blame her. It was weird. So weird. Even though he knew why Darren had showed up, it was still weird.
It had happened three times now, but it still felt surreal. Mostly because it kept happening and then not happening. They were incredibly good at acting like nothing had taken place, at moving past it without a moment’s pause. That both comforted and unsettled Chris.
On one hand, he liked that they could do these things together and remain friends at the end of the day. On the other hand, it bothered him a little that Darren could literally beg to suck his pretty cock one night and then shoulder bump him and talk about the hot girl across the lot’s ass the next day. It wasn’t that Chris wanted to be in a relationship with Darren, because he didn’t. Despite his apparent penchant for giving head, Darren was straight. Chris wasn’t an idiot and he had long since learned not to even remotely open his heart to the idea of being with someone who literally couldn’t want him back.
But Darren did want him. That was the problem.
Darren had resided in this lovely little crystal box labeled STRAIGHT FRIEND DARREN for so long. But now he had busted out of it, diving headfirst out of the confinement and into Chris’ lap. If nothing had ever changed, if Dublin had never happened, then it all would have been fine. But there had been drinks-so many drinks-and Darren’s mouth and hands and desperation. And then everything had changed. It wasn’t for the better or for the worse, it was just changed.
And Chris wanted Darren. In the back of his mind he had forever. He wasn’t blind. Darren was gorgeous and talented and kind and funny. Basically, everything that most people would die to have in a partner. But Darren was straight. Except for all the cock sucking, which was decidedly not straight and Darren’s reluctance to ‘slap himself with a label’ proved that he was well aware of that fact.
So, there they were, his occasional sex partner pretending to use the bathroom while his best friend sat suspiciously side-eyeing him from the other end of the couch. What a delightful Saturday afternoon. A few moments later, Darren came back down the hallway and froze. He and Chris just blinked at each other for a moment before Ashley chimed in.
“Are you coming or going?” she asked. Chris reeled in the surprisingly strong impulse to finish with the rest of the Queer as Folk quote.
“What are you guys up to?” Darren asked, taking a step further into the room. Was he serious?
“Just watching some SNL. Getting our Diet Coke on,” Ashley said.
Just go away, Darren. Go away.
“Well how can I say no to that?” Darren asked with a grin, practically bounding over in his stupid overeager Darren way and settling himself in on the center cushion right between Chris and Ashley despite the fact that there was a perfectly good chair not three feet away.
Things got better after that, though. They all laughed and watched the show. Thankfully, Ashley got a call from a friend with a clothing emergency of some kind while getting ready for a date and she left without it being weird that she was leaving Chris and Darren alone together. Once the door had closed behind her and Chris had safely secured the locks, he crossed his arms over his chest and slowly walked back into the living room.
“Mind telling me what in the hell you were thinking showing up here without calling first?” he asked, bracing himself in the entrance to the living room and shaking his head slightly.
“Mostly I was thinking that I was horny,” Darren admitted with a little shrug as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say.
“And?”
“And that it’d been way too long since I tasted you.” Chris closed his eyes and stepped to the side, making a grand sweeping motion toward the door.
“Please just go,” Chris said, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. Honestly, he just wanted to be left alone with his noisy thoughts. He could shut them up with booze. Gallons and buckets of booze.
“Why?” Darren asked, sounding genuinely hurt. Chris sighed and drooped against the wall.
“Because this is ridiculous. You can’t just show up here unannounced demanding that we go into my bathroom to fool around. Look at what just happened. Ashley almost found out today and you know what? She’s suspicious now. She’s going to be watching to see if there’s anything going on between us. She just knows these things. I think she was an editor for a tabloid magazine in a past life.” Darren stood and crossed the carpeting between them with a wistful look on his face.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t really thinking. I should’ve called first,” he said, impossibly close. His entire body was right there, not touching, but so close that either of them would only have to move that much and they’d be pressed against one another.
“Yes, you should have. It’s not like we have some kind of arrangement where I know when to expect this kind of thing,” Chris said. Darren sighed and dropped his head, chin coming close to resting against his chest.
“I keep trying not to,” Darren said, “I just… had a weak moment today.”
“I thought we talked last time about how you shouldn’t fight it. You should just go with it since we can obviously do this and still be okay afterward,” Chris reminded him.
“And that sounds great in theory, but when put into action…” Darren said, “It seems messy.”
“This is messy. Both metaphorically and literally,” he said, hoping to elicit a smile from Darren. It didn’t work. “Hey, there’s nothing to be upset about. We’re okay and Ashley didn’t actually see or hear anything.”
“I’m not upset. I’m frustrated,” Darren said, finally lifting his head.
“About what?”
Darren thought for a long time. So long that Chris started to feel funny in his own skin, like it didn’t quite fit right. Like he was about to burst from it at any given second.
“About where our next one-time thing should take place,” Darren lied.
It was an obvious lie. Chris and any even halfway functioning lie detecting apparatus could have sniffed it out without any trouble whatsoever. It took a moment of debating, but Chris decided to let it go. If he pried, they would talk. If he didn’t… well, the possibilities were significantly more enticing.
“I thought you already decided on the bathroom,” Chris said coyly, grabbing a fistful of Darren’s shirt and pulling him in the right direction.
“At the time it sounded good, but…” he trailed off, looking into Chris’ bedroom as they passed. Chris pulled harder and kept moving down the hallway.
“Not there,” he said, wanting desperately to add: Not yet.
The bathroom he took Darren to was the guest bathroom. It was nicely yet modestly decorated with a black shower curtain and rugs, a smattering of blood red accents including a few prints on the wall that he’d bought at a local art show. It was fine, nothing spectacular, but it had a shower and that was the most important part.
As soon as they were both inside of the small bathroom, Darren’s entire demeanor changed. Instead of just following Chris, he took charge, pushing Chris back into the vanity and roughly kissing him. The kiss was so hard, in fact, that it hurt a little, lips pressing too firmly into teeth and just enough pressure being used that it was trending on the side of uncomfortable.
Chris pushed on Darren’s chest, trying to ease up just a little from the insistent press of those full lips against his own, but Darren wasn’t having any of it. He pulled back just enough to part his lips, sucking Chris’ bottom one hard between his own and biting down lightly as he yanked Chris’ zipper down.
“I’ve been thinking about your cock nonstop,” Darren admitted in his ear once he’d finally pulled away from Chris’ already bruised-feeling lips.
“Oh yeah?” Chris asked, fumbling with Darren’s own pants. The actions his hands were making were mostly in vain; stupid slips and slides against the denim as he tried to pull them undone and off. But Darren already had Chris’ cock out and therefore, Chris’ limbs desperately wanted to be used for nothing more than grasping and clawing at whatever part of Darren they could reach.
“You have no fucking idea,” Darren moaned before kissing Chris again, this time softer, his lips gently capturing Chris’ over and over, their tongues barely meeting each time their mouths reconnected.
“I think I might,” Chris said against Darren’s lips, finally finding the energy to get Darren’s pants and boxers shoved down to his ankles. His hand closed around Darren’s already hard cock. Finally. “Let’s get in the shower.”
“Yes,” Darren moaned, stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head. Chris followed suit before making his way to the shower. With a fairly shaky hand, he adjusted the water temperature to a comfortable level before turning, his mouth immediately covered by Darren’s. The tongue gently probing his mouth was eager but almost… nervous. Darren was holding back. That was unusual. Darren typically went about every moment of their encounters like a man dying of thirst who just got his hands on a gallon of water.
“Come on,” Chris said, nodding in the direction of the shower. Darren pulled him inside, yanking the curtain shut behind them and wasting no time in pressing Chris against the wall. The cold of the tile combined with the hot press of Darren’s hard body against him was enough rattle a shiver all the way to the tips of his toes.
With a smile, Darren dropped to his knees, pressing Chris’ half-hard cock up against his stomach with the flat of his hand and dragging it up slowly. Looking down with breaths already heaving in his chest, Chris watched as Darren thumbed lightly at the head of his cock, looking almost quizzically at it. It was obvious that Darren wasn’t really trying to please him at the moment. He was more studying, inspecting Chris’ cock. And even though it was making Chris personally feel a little uncomfortable, his cock found the attention to be rather welcome, and he hardened rapidly from Darren’s gentle touches.
Darren trailed over the thick vein on Chris’ cock and then over all of the other less prominent ones. The touch was feather light and Chris’ hips instinctually bucked forward, craving more friction. A little chuckle rumbled through Darren’s chest and he used his other hand to press Chris’ hips back into the wall. Chris grunted a little in frustration, his cock painfully hard now as Darren just took his sweet time doing whatever in the hell it was that he was doing down there.
His hand moved down from Chris’ cock to his balls, using just his fingertips to rub over them. Letting out a little frustrated huff, Chris opened his mouth to demand, you know, anything, but then Darren was licking from his balls to the tip of his cock and Chris just exhaled happily, melting back against the wall.
“God, I love your mouth,” Chris moaned as Darren wrapped his lips around just the head, sucking lightly and pressing his tongue against the slit before sliding all the way down. Darren hummed against the flesh in his mouth, sending welcome vibrations through Chris’ cock that left him scrambling for the back of Darren’s head, threading his fingers amongst the wild ungelled locks.
But even this was different than it had been before. The driving force that had always seemed to propel Darren in their past three encounters was missing. Now, he was taking his time, sucking and licking and keeping his hands completely out of the equation. Chris loved it. This felt like it could go on for hours. Maybe it would. Instead of coming three times, maybe he’d only have one orgasm after Darren had teased him until he was panting and begging to come. Yeah, he could definitely see the appeal of that.
Chris looked down and found Darren staring up at him through those ridiculously gorgeous lashes of his while he tongued at the head of Chris’ cock. He took in a shuddering breath and laced the fingers of both hands through Darren’s hair, now damp on one side for the spray of the shower.
“You’re kind of a tease today,” Chris laughed, his voice low and rumbling. Two strong hands slid their way up Chris’ legs until they settled in on his hips, thumbing over hipbones and smoothing away the water collecting on his skin.
“Not teasing,” Darren said, pausing from that endless licking to speak before dropping down to suck one of Chris’ balls into his mouth. A hiss forced its way through Chris’ clenched teeth at the feeling and he gripped harder onto Darren’s hair.
“Sure feels like it.”
“I just…” Darren trailed off, pressing his face into the trimmed hair at the base of Chris’ cock.
“Darren, what’s going on with you today?” Chris said, trying to think clearly despite the aching of his throbbingly hard cock. Darren dropped back to sit on his heels and sighed.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about something.”
“You seem to have a problem with that,” Chris teased, but Darren didn’t smile in response. In fact, he dropped his head, staring at Chris’ feet. “Hey…” He trailed off and reached out to put a hand on Darren’s cheek to lift his head once more. Darren leaned into the touch and covered Chris’ hand with his own.
“I just…” Darren started, his eyes big and vulnerable. He looked like he was about to cry. Chris dropped to a squat, putting them at eye-level with each other.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” Chris said. The sadness behind Darren’s eyes vanished as he sucked in a deep breath. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Chris’, letting them linger there. Finally, he pulled back not even half an inch and whispered before diving back in.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Chris’ eyes flew open wide and he lost his footing, falling hard onto the tile and almost knocking Darren over in the process.
“You what?” Chris asked, gaping a little at Darren. He couldn’t help it.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Darren said, his expression unreadable as he stood and stepped beneath the spray.
“It’s not a no, you just caught me completely off guard,” Chris said, standing and moving around Darren until he was standing in front of him. “I just didn’t think we’d ever do that, that’s all.”
“It’s all I’ve been able to think about,” Darren said softly, stepping in close, the hard length of his cock pressing against Chris’.
“Oh god,” Chris moaned, thrusting his hips forward and sliding their cocks together as the warm water cascaded down their bodies.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Oh shit, I should’ve…” Darren took a step back, putting inches of unwanted and completely unnecessary distance between their bodies, “Do you like to top or do you-“
“No no, I prefer to top,” Chris said quickly, his heart beating so fast and hard it was almost starting to hurt.
“Good. Bedroom now,” Darren said, stepping forward and giving Chris a deep but all too brief kiss. His tongue was sliding against Chris’ and then pulling away far too quickly and Chris found himself whining a little from the loss. Darren laughed, turned off the shower and extended a hand. “Lead the way.”
The air was cold against his wet skin, but Chris barely felt it. All he was aware of were the warm fingers laced between his own and the noisy thoughts clambering for attention in his brain. Once they were inside, Chris toed the door shut and headed straight for his nightstand where he pulled out lube and a condom.
“Have you ever done this before?” Chris asked, watching as Darren climbed onto the bed and bounced a little on his knees. He looked like a little kid jumping on a mattress to test its buoyancy, but instead of teasing him about it all Chris could so was stare at the still hard cock bobbing in the air with each movement.
“No,” Darren said, “I haven’t. Not by myself and not with someone else.” He was still bouncing. Chris was still staring. “See something you like?”
“Shut up and lie down,” Chris said, finally able to rip his gaze away from that perfect veiny dick with Darren’s ridiculously cocky statement.
Smirking a little, Darren did as told, settling himself in on the bed with a hand resting behind his head. His legs were already spread like they were waiting for Chris to sit between them, so he did. He spread a healthy amount of lube on two fingers, rubbing them together until it had warmed and then using his left hand to urge Darren’s knees up so that his feet were flat on the bed. With a gentle stroke, he slid that hand up Darren’s leg from ankle to hip in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
Darren was stunning, all dark body hair that was surprisingly soft to the touch and clean lines of muscle and this intoxicating sent that was an indescribable combination of soap and cologne and Darren. As his hand settled in on one muscular thigh, he scooted in and slowly started to circle Darren’s asshole with just the tip of his middle finger. A soft yet sharp intake of breath sounded from Darren’s direction and Chris looked up at him all the while never stopping the gentle motion of his finger.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked. Darren nodded, his eyes wide with blown pupils, the hazel almost completely gone. “Good, make sure you stay relaxed.”
Darren nodded again, his head raised slightly off of the mattress as he stared intently back at Chris. When it was time to take it further, Chris moved up, hovering over Darren and bracing himself on one hand. He pressed his lips against Darren’s in a soft kiss, one Darren immediately deepened, a hand moving to the back of Chris’ head to keept him there. As Chris pushed one finger inside, Darren sucked Chris’ tongue into his mouth with a moan.
Okay, that was a good sign.
Chris took his time preparing Darren, working that first finger in slowly until the heel of his hand was pressed firmly against Darren’s ass. Only once Darren had given him the go-ahead did Chris add a second. And a third.
It was absolutely unbelievable, the sight of his fingers disappearing in Darren’s ass. The insanely tight feel of him gripping onto those fingers. The strangled, increasingly loud moans Darren was letting out each time Chris paused to rub his prostate.
“Oh my god, Chris, just fuck me please,” Darren choked out as Chris paused once more against the spot that left Darren writhing beneath him.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Chris grinned, slowly removing his fingers and then spreading apart Darren’s asscheeks to take in the sight. “Wow…”
“Come on,” Darren grumbled impatiently, one forearm thrown across his eyes as he started to slowly jerk himself off. Huffing, Chris pushed Darren’s hand away before rolling on the condom.
“Do you want to do it?” Chris asked, holding out the bottle of lube to Darren. When Darren didn’t lift his arm from his eyes, Chris poked Darren’s stomach with the bottom of the bottle repeatedly until he finally looked down.
“Oh,” Darren said, licking his lips, “Yes, definitely.” He sat up and eagerly grabbed the bottle, squirting way too much into his hand and tossing it aside. With a firm grip, he grasped Chris’ cock and stroked up and down, thoroughly coating it before dropping back and stroking himself again with a now slick hand.
“Are you ready?” Chris asked. He bent forward and sucked Darren’s bottom lip into his mouth, trailing his tongue over the plush, smooth skin.
“Yes,” Darren hissed out. Chris grinned and released Darren’s lip. He wrapped a hand around himself and pressed the head of his cock against Darren’s asshole. Using every ounce of self-control he had, he pushed forward just until the head slipped through those initial tight rings of muscle.
“Oh fuck,” he choked out, dropping forward and grabbing hard onto the comforter beside Darren’s ribs. Every muscle in his body was tight with restraint, the only thing he could feel was the scorching heat surrounding the head of his cock. He needed more and he needed it now. His hips started a slow movement, thrusting forward in the tiniest increments as he worked his way inside. Darren was so tight but his jaw was slack and his eyes were open wide, staring at Chris. Even the movement of his hand on his cock had stopped. Neither of them breathed until Chris was in as deep as he could go, his balls pressing against Darren’s ass as he bottomed out.
“How’re you doing?” Chris asked. Darren’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words. His brow was furrowed a little and Chris bent down to press a kiss to Darren’s chest.
“So good. Just move,” Darren finally got out and Chris immediately obliged.
The friction of Darren’s ass stroking all around him was unreal, the tight heat unlike anything Chris had felt before. He’d been with other guys, but it had never felt this good. Was Darren’s ass just that amazing? Or was it something else?
“You feel incredible,” Chris moaned, thrusting in again, much slower than he wanted to, but this was Darren’s first time with this and he needed to be gentle. For now, at least.
“Oh my god, Chris,” Darren said, his hands gripping onto Chris’ arms, his hips starting to move a bit as he countered Chris’ thrusts. When the angle of his hips moved just so and Chris knew that he was sliding just perfectly against Darren’s prostate with every little motion of his hips, Darren cried out.
And then he pushed Chris away.
“What?” Chris asked, stunned as he fell back onto the mattress, his cock sliding roughly from Darren’s ass.
“I can’t do this,” Darren said, his voice tight as he scrambled from the bed.
“Darren!” Chris said, “Come back. Let’s talk about this.”
“I just can’t. I’m so sorry,” Darren said, not turning back as he ran from the room. Chris got up, his whole body numb from shock. What in the hell was going on? He could hear Darren in the bathroom, rustling and banging into things and swearing in a voice that was bordering on hysterical.
“Darren?” Chris asked, breaking out of his haze and hurrying in that direction. “Darren, what are you doing?”
“I have to go,” Darren said, refusing to make eye contact as he zipped up his jeans and brushed past Chris. Not ready to back down yet, Chris followed him into the living room where he was bending down to pick up the shoes he’d discarded by the coffee table halfway through the episode of SNL.
“Did I do something wrong?” Chris asked. Darren finally looked at him and Chris’ heart leapt into his throat. There were tears in Darren’s eyes and Chris felt all of the questions remaining on his tongue just disappear.
“No,” Darren said simply, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Chris.”
And then he was gone.