You're Just What I Want, Chris/Darren, NC-17
Title: You're Just What I Want
Author: skintightsocks
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Word Count: 3,000+
Summary: Chris has his tie and jacket off and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, and Darren can't stop staring at the long line of his neck as he stretches and yawns. "I think I'm just going to sleep here," Chris says. "Good luck with Brian. I hope you understand that I can't take your side if you two get into another fight. I'm a father now."
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: Title is from the song "The Cruel One" by Gold Motel. This fic was entirely inspired by this picture of Chris from his new photoshoot. We regret nothing.
"Holy shit, how do you walk around in heels for eight hours?" Chris groans, making a beeline for the couch and slumping down as soon as he can. "My feet are killing me and my shoes are flat."
"Talent, sweet cheeks," Ashley says, crouching down to pet Brian when he starts to weave himself between her legs.
"She's totally lying," Darren says, edging carefully around Ashley and Brian. He's been locked in a weird power struggle with Brian ever since the first time he slept over and woke up to Brian hissing at him. He'd backed Darren almost completely off the bed before Chris woke up and saved him.
"About what?" Ashley says, smacking his ass as he walks by. Darren gives her an affronted look, but Chris just giggles and loosens his tie.
"It was a compliment," he says. "Everyone knows women are way tougher than men. There's the whole childbirth thing, and like, fucking waxing. That shit hurts."
"Did you just compare getting your chest waxed to pushing a person out of your lady place?" Ashley asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Why do you two always end up talking about lady places when you're around each other?" Chris asks. "It's getting weird."
"His fault," Ashley says with a shrug, making a kissy noise at Brian before she stands up and heads for the door. "Later losers! Goodbye my precious baby angel!" she coos at Brian.
"Goodbye!" Darren says, smiling widely at her and batting his eyelashes. Ashley laughs and flips him off, heading out the door, and as soon as she's gone Darren turns to Chris where he's sprawled out on the couch, grinning at him. "Hello, handsome," he says.
"Hello," Chris says sleepily. "I've been trying to take my shoes off for like an hour but I can't bend down."
"We've only been home for like three minutes," Darren points out, still grinning fondly. Chris just shrugs and tilts his head back against the back of the couch. He's got his tie and jacket off and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, and Darren can't stop staring at the long line of his neck as he stretches and yawns. The look really works for him, and Darren gets a little distracted staring at Chris's broad shoulders and the way his dress shirt stretches over his chest. He's doing that thing where he idly touches his neck, rubbing his long fingers over the pale skin that dips down into his shirt, and it drives Darren crazy, every single time. He swallows heavily, his eyes trailing down the long line of Chris's body to his spread legs, the material of his suit pants stretched tight over his thighs. It's practically an invitation, and turning it down would just be fucking rude, really.
"I think I'm just going to sleep here," Chris says, startling Darren out of his daze. "Good luck with Brian. I hope you understand that I can't take your side if you two get into another fight. I'm a father now."
"Thanks, babe," Darren says, rolling his eyes and dropping to his knees in front of Chris. He lifts his right foot up and starts in on the laces of Chris's dress shoe.
"Are you trying to butter me up?" Chris asks, looking down at him and quirking an eyebrow.
"I don't know, is it working?" Darren asks, sliding the shoe off and rubbing at the arch of his foot. Chris's head drops back against the couch again and he moans - a low, pleased sound that goes straight to Darren's cock.
"Mmm, definitely," Chris says, digging his socked toes into Darren's thigh as Darren rubs at his heel. "Do the other one too and I might even lock Brian out of the bedroom tonight."
"No you won't," Darren says with a laugh, picking up his other foot to take off his shoe.
"You're right, I won't," Chris says around another yawn. "But it's the thought that counts."
"Sure it is," Darren says, pressing a kiss to the side of his knee through his pants as he starts to rub at Chris's other foot. Chris moans again, low and indecent and way too similar to the sounds he makes when Darren's got his cock in his mouth, and Darren feels himself start to get hard at the thought. He drops Chris's foot and ignores his whine of protest, sliding his hands up the inside of Chris's legs, the smooth material of his suit pants tickling over his palms.
"Whatcha doing?" Chris asks, picking his head up so he can look down at Darren.
"Oh, I'm full service," Darren says, rubbing at the inside of Chris's thighs and wishing the pants weren't in the way because he loves the way Chris's thighs feel under his hands. "Foot massage, thigh massage, I can do it all."
"I bet you can," Chris says with a laugh, "but I'm exhausted, Darren." He reaches down to cup the side of Darren's face and smiles at him apologetically. Darren knows that look. That's Chris's 'I'm writing now and I don't have time to have sex with you' look, even though they both know Darren doesn't give up that easily.
Darren smiles back. "That's okay," he says, reaching up for Chris's fly and pulling the zipper down carefully. "I can do all the work, hot stuff. You had a busy night."
"You were right there too," Chris points out, but his head has dropped back again, and his fingers have migrated into Darren's hair, tugging a little the way he does whenever Darren's between his legs. Luckily, Darren's always been a fan of having his hair played with.
"I'm a freak with boundless energy," Darren says.
"That is true," Chris says, and Darren doesn't miss the little hitch in his breath when he tugs down the waistband of Chris's underwear and pulls his cock out of his briefs. He's still mostly soft, but Darren doesn't mind. He likes it like this, likes that he can fit all of Chris in his mouth for a little while before he gets too hard and too big for Darren's mouth.
Darren takes a few seconds to nose at the base of Chris's cock, not so much teasing as taking his time, and then without moving his hands from Chris's thighs, he sucks Chris into his mouth.
Chris's hips roll up once, lazily, his hands keeping Darren's head in place as Darren starts to swallow around Chris's cock. It's heavy and warm in his mouth, already stretching his lips as Chris starts to get hard, but Darren can take it. He loves this part, loves breathing through his nose as he sucks and pressing into Chris's hands.
Chris hums and drags his fingers through Darren's hair, twitching his hips up to push his cock deeper into Darren's mouth. Darren keeps swallowing, feeling a pleased rush of heat at the way Chris is getting thicker in his mouth, his cock growing harder the more it slides over Darren's tongue.
It's just insanely hot, how good it feels to be between Chris's thighs, feeling Chris get hard on his tongue, listening to the relaxed, deep noises he probably doesn't even realize he's making. His toes are digging into the carpet, thigh muscles twitching under Darren's hands, and Darren tries to sink his mouth lower.
Chris's fingers tighten in Darren's hair and he finally pulls off, feeling that sweet ache in his jaw now that Chris is fully hard, cock wet and flushed dark against the stark white of Chris's dress shirt.
"Still sleepy?" Darren asks as Chris's hips twitch up a little bit, chasing his mouth, and Darren grins, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock.
"Mmm, a little, but you're very convincing," Chris says, petting at Darren's hair. He slides his hand down, fingers trailing down Darren's cheek and his thumb brushing over Darren's lips where they're wet and sensitive. Darren groans, sucking Chris's thumb into his mouth and dropping a hand to his lap, pressing in over his cock where he's hard and aching inside of his suit pants.
Chris pulls his thumb out of Darren's mouth, looking down at him with dark, heavy eyes that make Darren's stomach twist up as he slides his hands back into Darren's hair and guides his mouth back down. Darren sucks him back in as much as he can, moaning around Chris's cock, fully hard now and thick and heavy on his tongue.
Darren fucking loves this, loves being on his knees with Chris's cock stretching his mouth wide. Chris guides him down, and Darren reluctantly stops palming over his own cock, bracing both of his hands on Chris's thighs again and letting Chris use him, moaning around him when Chris starts to thrust his hips up, fucking gently into Darren's mouth.
"Yeah?" Chris asks, his voice gone deep and gruff in a way that's a lot hotter than it should be. Darren just nods, bobbing his head on Chris's cock as Chris starts to roll his hips up, thrusting deeper into Darren's mouth until it starts to tickle the back of his throat. "Fuck," Chris groans, his hands tightening into Darren's hair, squeezing and tugging at his curls. "Your mouth, Darren, fuck."
Darren knows he's already close, because Chris loves fucking his mouth and he turns into a foul-mouthed babbler when he's about to come. It's one of Darren's very favorite things about him, so he relaxes his jaw as much as he can and lets Chris thrust into his mouth, swallowing around him. He blinks his eyes open, wanting to see, and his eyes travel up Chris's body where he's long and lean and spread out before finally meeting his gaze. Chris is staring down at him, his mouth dropped open as he pants and his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, and Darren moans around him, sucking harder and working his tongue over the long, thick length of him.
Chris's thrusts are starting to lose their rhythm, his legs spread wide and cock leaking in Darren's mouth, and Darren moans again, he can't help it. The sound is muffled and interrupted by Chris's loud, hitching breath, his body going tight under Darren.
"Darren, that's-- oh fuck," Chris groans, his hips jerking up sharply and his fingers tightening in Darren's hair as he comes, sudden and hot down Darren's throat. Darren works him through it, swallowing around the head of his cock until Chris starts to whimper and pulls back. Darren lets Chris pull out of his mouth reluctantly, reaching up to hold his cock and lick softly at it, cleaning him up so he doesn't stain his shirt.
"God," Chris says, breathless and flushed and already a little giddy like he gets after he comes. His head is slumped against the back of the sofa again, his throat working and chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "That was totally worth staying awake for."
Darren laughs hoarsely, pressing his head back into Chris's touch as he starts to pet through Darren's curls, his fingers dragging firm over his scalp in a way that makes Darren shiver and shifts all of his focus back to his own cock. He's close, already on edge just from having Chris's cock in his mouth and making him come, and he lets go of Chris's thighs, his hands fumbling with his fly so he can pull his cock out.
He doesn't waste any time, jerking himself rough and fast as soon as he's got his hand wrapped around his cock, and fuck, he's even closer than he thought, the heat already building hot and heavy at the base of his spine. He drops his head to Chris's thigh, gasping against the material of his suit pants as Chris's nails scratch lazily at his scalp.
"Come up here," Chris says, tugging at Darren's hair. "I can--"
"No time," Darren groans, his voice still rough from Chris fucking his throat. "Fuck, I'm so close." His stomach is drawn up hot and tight, his spine tingling as he twists his hand under the head of his cock.
"Yeah?" Chris asks, and Darren swears he pitches his voice purposefully lower as he tugs at Darren's hair again, forcing him to look up. "Just from sucking my cock?"
"Don't act like you don't know," Darren gasps out, thighs aching from kneeling, cock throbbing as he strokes hard and fast. Chris definitely knows. He knows how much Darren loves sucking his cock, knows how hard it gets him off to make Chris come with his mouth, and Chris just grins down at him, rubbing his thumb back and forth over Darren's lower lip, where it's still sensitive and tingling.
"Shit," he groans weakly. "Chris, fuck--"
"Come on," Chris says, cupping the side of Darren's face and bending in half at an angle that really shouldn't be possible so he can kiss him. Chris kisses deep and rough, sucking at Darren's swollen lips and letting his teeth scrape in the way that tips Darren over the edge. Darren's whole body tightens up and he moans into Chris's mouth as he comes, hard, his hips jerking up and chasing the dizzy rush of heat. Chris kisses him through it, lips moving slower and softer as Darren's breathing evens out until Chris is yawning against his mouth, pulling back with a laugh.
"Sorry," he says, stroking Darren's sweaty hair back from his forehead. Darren kind of wants to nuzzle against Chris's hand and never leave.
"Don't be," Darren says weakly, resting his head on Chris's thigh for a moment until he can muster up the strength to stand up on his shaky legs. Chris is still flushed, from the freckles high on his cheeks and nose all the way down his neck, disappearing into the neckline of his shirt, and Darren really wants to kiss him again.
"Here," Chris says, reaching for a tissue and handing it over so Darren can wipe off his hand. "Before you get come on your suit pants and have to have a really awkward conversation with your stylist." Darren chokes out a laugh, rolling his eyes as he wipes his hand off.
"Always focusing on the important," Darren says with a fond smile.
"I'm just looking out for you," Chris says around another yawn. "Now come carry me to bed," he says holding his arms out. Darren laughs, rolling his eyes and grabbing Chris's hands, hauling him up.
"I don't think that would end well for either of us," Darren says with a quick kiss to the tip of Chris's nose, reaching down to tuck Chris back into his underwear before taking care of himself. "Brian would just trip me and then you'd get mad at me instead of him."
"You really need to work out your weird issues with my cat," Chris says, slumping forward and wrapping his arms around Darren's shoulders.
"He started it," Darren mumbles against Chris's neck, pressing a soft kiss to the salty skin and starting to shuffle them backwards toward Chris's bedroom.
"He's a cat, Darren," Chris says, but he tilts his head to the side for Darren's mouth anyway, humming happily when Darren sucks at the little spot under Chris's ear that always makes him squirm. "You're a human. Be the bigger man."
"Stop using logic on me," Darren says, reluctantly letting go of Chris when they hit the stairs. It's not a total loss, though, because he has a pretty great view of Chris's ass on the way up.
"Stop staring at my ass," Chris sing-songs, apparently reading his mind.
"Never," Darren says, reaching up and grabbing onto it, squeezing a little. Chris just yelps and laughs, reaching back to swat his hand away.
"None of that," he says firmly. "Too tired. My ass will still be here tomorrow, and you can do whatever you want to it after I've slept for at least ten hours."
"Is that a promise?" Darren asks, wrapping his arms around Chris's waist as soon as they step inside the bedroom.
"It is if you promise to make breakfast when we wake up," Chris says sleepily, pulling away from Darren to unbutton his shirt and start to shrug it off his shoulders. Darren drops a kiss to the back of his neck and tugs the shirt the rest of the way off, folding it over the top of the chair in the corner of Chris's bedroom and laughing when Chris throws his pants at Darren's head and face-plants into bed.
Darren takes a second to appreciate the view of Chris sprawled out, all long legs and briefs clinging to his firm ass, before he starts in on his own buttons, toeing off his shoes and socks and wiggling out of his pants in record time. He's taken exactly one step toward the bed when Brian zooms past him, moving much faster than a cat that fat should be able to. He jumps up on the bed, curling up on the pillows on Darren's side and meowing smugly, glaring at him. Chris thinks he exaggerates, but that cat is seriously passive aggressive.
"Chris," Darren says. "Chris, he stole my side again."
"Don't care, I'm asleep," Chris mumbles into the mattress before crawling up and wiggling under the covers.
"But," Darren says sadly, taking a step toward the bed and then stepping back immediately when Brian hisses.
"Brian, be nice," Chris says sleepily, flailing his hand out until he finds Brian and rubbing him behind his ears. Brian starts to purr loudly before he slinks off of the pillows and settles himself in on the small of Chris's back. Darren takes the opportunity before he changes his mind and turns off the light, hurrying over to the bed and slipping under the covers, snuggling up as close to Chris as he can get without disturbing Brian.
"He's going to crush your spine," Darren whispers, and Chris turns his head on the pillow so he can smile at Darren.
"Maybe he doesn't like you because you're always making fun of him," Chris says. "Maybe he's insecure about his size. You should be nicer."
"I'm not the one who hisses. Plus, I don't have claws," Darren points out. "That means I'm automatically nicer because I don't go around with tiny knives attached to my hands at all times." Chris just grins again, his eyes falling shut as he wraps an arm around Darren's waist.
"Go to bed, Darren," he says, squeezing.
"Fine," he says, brushing a floppy, wayward piece of hair off of Chris's forehead and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "But if I wake up to him stepping on my neck again, you've got to take my side and admit that he's actually trying to kill me."
Author: skintightsocks
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Word Count: 3,000+
Summary: Chris has his tie and jacket off and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, and Darren can't stop staring at the long line of his neck as he stretches and yawns. "I think I'm just going to sleep here," Chris says. "Good luck with Brian. I hope you understand that I can't take your side if you two get into another fight. I'm a father now."
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: Title is from the song "The Cruel One" by Gold Motel. This fic was entirely inspired by this picture of Chris from his new photoshoot. We regret nothing.
"Holy shit, how do you walk around in heels for eight hours?" Chris groans, making a beeline for the couch and slumping down as soon as he can. "My feet are killing me and my shoes are flat."
"Talent, sweet cheeks," Ashley says, crouching down to pet Brian when he starts to weave himself between her legs.
"She's totally lying," Darren says, edging carefully around Ashley and Brian. He's been locked in a weird power struggle with Brian ever since the first time he slept over and woke up to Brian hissing at him. He'd backed Darren almost completely off the bed before Chris woke up and saved him.
"About what?" Ashley says, smacking his ass as he walks by. Darren gives her an affronted look, but Chris just giggles and loosens his tie.
"It was a compliment," he says. "Everyone knows women are way tougher than men. There's the whole childbirth thing, and like, fucking waxing. That shit hurts."
"Did you just compare getting your chest waxed to pushing a person out of your lady place?" Ashley asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Why do you two always end up talking about lady places when you're around each other?" Chris asks. "It's getting weird."
"His fault," Ashley says with a shrug, making a kissy noise at Brian before she stands up and heads for the door. "Later losers! Goodbye my precious baby angel!" she coos at Brian.
"Goodbye!" Darren says, smiling widely at her and batting his eyelashes. Ashley laughs and flips him off, heading out the door, and as soon as she's gone Darren turns to Chris where he's sprawled out on the couch, grinning at him. "Hello, handsome," he says.
"Hello," Chris says sleepily. "I've been trying to take my shoes off for like an hour but I can't bend down."
"We've only been home for like three minutes," Darren points out, still grinning fondly. Chris just shrugs and tilts his head back against the back of the couch. He's got his tie and jacket off and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, and Darren can't stop staring at the long line of his neck as he stretches and yawns. The look really works for him, and Darren gets a little distracted staring at Chris's broad shoulders and the way his dress shirt stretches over his chest. He's doing that thing where he idly touches his neck, rubbing his long fingers over the pale skin that dips down into his shirt, and it drives Darren crazy, every single time. He swallows heavily, his eyes trailing down the long line of Chris's body to his spread legs, the material of his suit pants stretched tight over his thighs. It's practically an invitation, and turning it down would just be fucking rude, really.
"I think I'm just going to sleep here," Chris says, startling Darren out of his daze. "Good luck with Brian. I hope you understand that I can't take your side if you two get into another fight. I'm a father now."
"Thanks, babe," Darren says, rolling his eyes and dropping to his knees in front of Chris. He lifts his right foot up and starts in on the laces of Chris's dress shoe.
"Are you trying to butter me up?" Chris asks, looking down at him and quirking an eyebrow.
"I don't know, is it working?" Darren asks, sliding the shoe off and rubbing at the arch of his foot. Chris's head drops back against the couch again and he moans - a low, pleased sound that goes straight to Darren's cock.
"Mmm, definitely," Chris says, digging his socked toes into Darren's thigh as Darren rubs at his heel. "Do the other one too and I might even lock Brian out of the bedroom tonight."
"No you won't," Darren says with a laugh, picking up his other foot to take off his shoe.
"You're right, I won't," Chris says around another yawn. "But it's the thought that counts."
"Sure it is," Darren says, pressing a kiss to the side of his knee through his pants as he starts to rub at Chris's other foot. Chris moans again, low and indecent and way too similar to the sounds he makes when Darren's got his cock in his mouth, and Darren feels himself start to get hard at the thought. He drops Chris's foot and ignores his whine of protest, sliding his hands up the inside of Chris's legs, the smooth material of his suit pants tickling over his palms.
"Whatcha doing?" Chris asks, picking his head up so he can look down at Darren.
"Oh, I'm full service," Darren says, rubbing at the inside of Chris's thighs and wishing the pants weren't in the way because he loves the way Chris's thighs feel under his hands. "Foot massage, thigh massage, I can do it all."
"I bet you can," Chris says with a laugh, "but I'm exhausted, Darren." He reaches down to cup the side of Darren's face and smiles at him apologetically. Darren knows that look. That's Chris's 'I'm writing now and I don't have time to have sex with you' look, even though they both know Darren doesn't give up that easily.
Darren smiles back. "That's okay," he says, reaching up for Chris's fly and pulling the zipper down carefully. "I can do all the work, hot stuff. You had a busy night."
"You were right there too," Chris points out, but his head has dropped back again, and his fingers have migrated into Darren's hair, tugging a little the way he does whenever Darren's between his legs. Luckily, Darren's always been a fan of having his hair played with.
"I'm a freak with boundless energy," Darren says.
"That is true," Chris says, and Darren doesn't miss the little hitch in his breath when he tugs down the waistband of Chris's underwear and pulls his cock out of his briefs. He's still mostly soft, but Darren doesn't mind. He likes it like this, likes that he can fit all of Chris in his mouth for a little while before he gets too hard and too big for Darren's mouth.
Darren takes a few seconds to nose at the base of Chris's cock, not so much teasing as taking his time, and then without moving his hands from Chris's thighs, he sucks Chris into his mouth.
Chris's hips roll up once, lazily, his hands keeping Darren's head in place as Darren starts to swallow around Chris's cock. It's heavy and warm in his mouth, already stretching his lips as Chris starts to get hard, but Darren can take it. He loves this part, loves breathing through his nose as he sucks and pressing into Chris's hands.
Chris hums and drags his fingers through Darren's hair, twitching his hips up to push his cock deeper into Darren's mouth. Darren keeps swallowing, feeling a pleased rush of heat at the way Chris is getting thicker in his mouth, his cock growing harder the more it slides over Darren's tongue.
It's just insanely hot, how good it feels to be between Chris's thighs, feeling Chris get hard on his tongue, listening to the relaxed, deep noises he probably doesn't even realize he's making. His toes are digging into the carpet, thigh muscles twitching under Darren's hands, and Darren tries to sink his mouth lower.
Chris's fingers tighten in Darren's hair and he finally pulls off, feeling that sweet ache in his jaw now that Chris is fully hard, cock wet and flushed dark against the stark white of Chris's dress shirt.
"Still sleepy?" Darren asks as Chris's hips twitch up a little bit, chasing his mouth, and Darren grins, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock.
"Mmm, a little, but you're very convincing," Chris says, petting at Darren's hair. He slides his hand down, fingers trailing down Darren's cheek and his thumb brushing over Darren's lips where they're wet and sensitive. Darren groans, sucking Chris's thumb into his mouth and dropping a hand to his lap, pressing in over his cock where he's hard and aching inside of his suit pants.
Chris pulls his thumb out of Darren's mouth, looking down at him with dark, heavy eyes that make Darren's stomach twist up as he slides his hands back into Darren's hair and guides his mouth back down. Darren sucks him back in as much as he can, moaning around Chris's cock, fully hard now and thick and heavy on his tongue.
Darren fucking loves this, loves being on his knees with Chris's cock stretching his mouth wide. Chris guides him down, and Darren reluctantly stops palming over his own cock, bracing both of his hands on Chris's thighs again and letting Chris use him, moaning around him when Chris starts to thrust his hips up, fucking gently into Darren's mouth.
"Yeah?" Chris asks, his voice gone deep and gruff in a way that's a lot hotter than it should be. Darren just nods, bobbing his head on Chris's cock as Chris starts to roll his hips up, thrusting deeper into Darren's mouth until it starts to tickle the back of his throat. "Fuck," Chris groans, his hands tightening into Darren's hair, squeezing and tugging at his curls. "Your mouth, Darren, fuck."
Darren knows he's already close, because Chris loves fucking his mouth and he turns into a foul-mouthed babbler when he's about to come. It's one of Darren's very favorite things about him, so he relaxes his jaw as much as he can and lets Chris thrust into his mouth, swallowing around him. He blinks his eyes open, wanting to see, and his eyes travel up Chris's body where he's long and lean and spread out before finally meeting his gaze. Chris is staring down at him, his mouth dropped open as he pants and his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, and Darren moans around him, sucking harder and working his tongue over the long, thick length of him.
Chris's thrusts are starting to lose their rhythm, his legs spread wide and cock leaking in Darren's mouth, and Darren moans again, he can't help it. The sound is muffled and interrupted by Chris's loud, hitching breath, his body going tight under Darren.
"Darren, that's-- oh fuck," Chris groans, his hips jerking up sharply and his fingers tightening in Darren's hair as he comes, sudden and hot down Darren's throat. Darren works him through it, swallowing around the head of his cock until Chris starts to whimper and pulls back. Darren lets Chris pull out of his mouth reluctantly, reaching up to hold his cock and lick softly at it, cleaning him up so he doesn't stain his shirt.
"God," Chris says, breathless and flushed and already a little giddy like he gets after he comes. His head is slumped against the back of the sofa again, his throat working and chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "That was totally worth staying awake for."
Darren laughs hoarsely, pressing his head back into Chris's touch as he starts to pet through Darren's curls, his fingers dragging firm over his scalp in a way that makes Darren shiver and shifts all of his focus back to his own cock. He's close, already on edge just from having Chris's cock in his mouth and making him come, and he lets go of Chris's thighs, his hands fumbling with his fly so he can pull his cock out.
He doesn't waste any time, jerking himself rough and fast as soon as he's got his hand wrapped around his cock, and fuck, he's even closer than he thought, the heat already building hot and heavy at the base of his spine. He drops his head to Chris's thigh, gasping against the material of his suit pants as Chris's nails scratch lazily at his scalp.
"Come up here," Chris says, tugging at Darren's hair. "I can--"
"No time," Darren groans, his voice still rough from Chris fucking his throat. "Fuck, I'm so close." His stomach is drawn up hot and tight, his spine tingling as he twists his hand under the head of his cock.
"Yeah?" Chris asks, and Darren swears he pitches his voice purposefully lower as he tugs at Darren's hair again, forcing him to look up. "Just from sucking my cock?"
"Don't act like you don't know," Darren gasps out, thighs aching from kneeling, cock throbbing as he strokes hard and fast. Chris definitely knows. He knows how much Darren loves sucking his cock, knows how hard it gets him off to make Chris come with his mouth, and Chris just grins down at him, rubbing his thumb back and forth over Darren's lower lip, where it's still sensitive and tingling.
"Shit," he groans weakly. "Chris, fuck--"
"Come on," Chris says, cupping the side of Darren's face and bending in half at an angle that really shouldn't be possible so he can kiss him. Chris kisses deep and rough, sucking at Darren's swollen lips and letting his teeth scrape in the way that tips Darren over the edge. Darren's whole body tightens up and he moans into Chris's mouth as he comes, hard, his hips jerking up and chasing the dizzy rush of heat. Chris kisses him through it, lips moving slower and softer as Darren's breathing evens out until Chris is yawning against his mouth, pulling back with a laugh.
"Sorry," he says, stroking Darren's sweaty hair back from his forehead. Darren kind of wants to nuzzle against Chris's hand and never leave.
"Don't be," Darren says weakly, resting his head on Chris's thigh for a moment until he can muster up the strength to stand up on his shaky legs. Chris is still flushed, from the freckles high on his cheeks and nose all the way down his neck, disappearing into the neckline of his shirt, and Darren really wants to kiss him again.
"Here," Chris says, reaching for a tissue and handing it over so Darren can wipe off his hand. "Before you get come on your suit pants and have to have a really awkward conversation with your stylist." Darren chokes out a laugh, rolling his eyes as he wipes his hand off.
"Always focusing on the important," Darren says with a fond smile.
"I'm just looking out for you," Chris says around another yawn. "Now come carry me to bed," he says holding his arms out. Darren laughs, rolling his eyes and grabbing Chris's hands, hauling him up.
"I don't think that would end well for either of us," Darren says with a quick kiss to the tip of Chris's nose, reaching down to tuck Chris back into his underwear before taking care of himself. "Brian would just trip me and then you'd get mad at me instead of him."
"You really need to work out your weird issues with my cat," Chris says, slumping forward and wrapping his arms around Darren's shoulders.
"He started it," Darren mumbles against Chris's neck, pressing a soft kiss to the salty skin and starting to shuffle them backwards toward Chris's bedroom.
"He's a cat, Darren," Chris says, but he tilts his head to the side for Darren's mouth anyway, humming happily when Darren sucks at the little spot under Chris's ear that always makes him squirm. "You're a human. Be the bigger man."
"Stop using logic on me," Darren says, reluctantly letting go of Chris when they hit the stairs. It's not a total loss, though, because he has a pretty great view of Chris's ass on the way up.
"Stop staring at my ass," Chris sing-songs, apparently reading his mind.
"Never," Darren says, reaching up and grabbing onto it, squeezing a little. Chris just yelps and laughs, reaching back to swat his hand away.
"None of that," he says firmly. "Too tired. My ass will still be here tomorrow, and you can do whatever you want to it after I've slept for at least ten hours."
"Is that a promise?" Darren asks, wrapping his arms around Chris's waist as soon as they step inside the bedroom.
"It is if you promise to make breakfast when we wake up," Chris says sleepily, pulling away from Darren to unbutton his shirt and start to shrug it off his shoulders. Darren drops a kiss to the back of his neck and tugs the shirt the rest of the way off, folding it over the top of the chair in the corner of Chris's bedroom and laughing when Chris throws his pants at Darren's head and face-plants into bed.
Darren takes a second to appreciate the view of Chris sprawled out, all long legs and briefs clinging to his firm ass, before he starts in on his own buttons, toeing off his shoes and socks and wiggling out of his pants in record time. He's taken exactly one step toward the bed when Brian zooms past him, moving much faster than a cat that fat should be able to. He jumps up on the bed, curling up on the pillows on Darren's side and meowing smugly, glaring at him. Chris thinks he exaggerates, but that cat is seriously passive aggressive.
"Chris," Darren says. "Chris, he stole my side again."
"Don't care, I'm asleep," Chris mumbles into the mattress before crawling up and wiggling under the covers.
"But," Darren says sadly, taking a step toward the bed and then stepping back immediately when Brian hisses.
"Brian, be nice," Chris says sleepily, flailing his hand out until he finds Brian and rubbing him behind his ears. Brian starts to purr loudly before he slinks off of the pillows and settles himself in on the small of Chris's back. Darren takes the opportunity before he changes his mind and turns off the light, hurrying over to the bed and slipping under the covers, snuggling up as close to Chris as he can get without disturbing Brian.
"He's going to crush your spine," Darren whispers, and Chris turns his head on the pillow so he can smile at Darren.
"Maybe he doesn't like you because you're always making fun of him," Chris says. "Maybe he's insecure about his size. You should be nicer."
"I'm not the one who hisses. Plus, I don't have claws," Darren points out. "That means I'm automatically nicer because I don't go around with tiny knives attached to my hands at all times." Chris just grins again, his eyes falling shut as he wraps an arm around Darren's waist.
"Go to bed, Darren," he says, squeezing.
"Fine," he says, brushing a floppy, wayward piece of hair off of Chris's forehead and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "But if I wake up to him stepping on my neck again, you've got to take my side and admit that he's actually trying to kill me."