Story Notes:
So this is my first time writing a fanfic so please be nice!
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey everyone, this again, is my first fic so i apologise if its shit! Please review and tell me how im going :)

Chris looked out over the audience as the music started. It was 2012, it was the beginning of the Glee World Tour and it had kicked off in none other than Australia. The Glee hiatus, as Chris knew, was depressing the fans and Ryan Murphy thought it would be a great idea to do another tour. Yes, Chris thought, brilliant.

He was brought back to reality by the intense screaming of the fans out in the audience, Beyonce's voice rang out over Sydney's arena, and, as scripted, Chris started busting a move on the raised platform. In his periphial vision, he could see Heather and Jenna on either side of him, dancing like their lives depended on it, which they probably did if Ryan was in a bad mood and they stuffed up the dance. About halfway through the dance, Chris knew it was time. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for what he was about to do.

Darren stood backstage, watching on the little tv screen in the sound room just off stage as Chris absolutely killed his Single Ladies dance. Darren hadn't seen the dance as of yet, but from what he had heard from Lea and Jenna, the fans were going to love it, and if the fans were going to love it, he'll be damned if he didn't love it as well. He watched in awe and wonder as Chris' hips started thrusting/circling/call-it-whatever-you-want-but-it-was-fucking-hot. His mouth dropped slightly and his eyes widened in disbelief. He had heard it was good, but he didn't know it would be THIS good!

The volume of the screams coming from the crowd increased significantly as Chris continued to roll his hips and all Darren felt like doing was running into the crowd and start screaming along with them, although he knew this was just a bit impossible because he had to get ready for Cough Syrup. He felt one of Ryans assistants tap him on the shoulder and motion towards the direction of makeup and Darren walked away from the pant-tightening scene in front of him. He took the time that he had getting his make-up touched up (although he didn't know why they did it, he would just sweat it all out and then it would streak and god knows from last year, that was not a good look on Darren) to calm down.

Chris finished his dance and breathed a sigh of relief, the audience had love it and in the end he had thought to himself 'you know what, just fuck it' and gave it everything he got. Slightly limping as he walked off stage, he caught Mark's eye.
'Dude, dont even wanna know about it okay?' and walked off before Chris could explain that the leather onesie was fucking uncomfortable and chaffing was a bitch. Sighing in mock offense, he walked towards his dressing room and toweled off quickly. He wanted to see Darren perform, he ALWAYS wanted to see Darren perform, and now that he thought of it, he really really wanted Darren to perform somewhere other than the stage, his bedroom perhaps. He could imagine the way that Darren's eyes would be focused soley on him as he slowly took off his own shirt, letting his hands travel down, over his incredibly well defined hip bone, unbuttoning the button on his pants with practised ease and fi- No, no he could not be thinking these thoughts, these very very gay thoughts about his very very straight best friend, although, to be honest, sometimes even Chris questioned Darren's sexuality. Chris was mesmerised with Darren's performance and found himself nearly in tears as he remebered the episode, when this song was playing. It had brought back some memoriea for Chris, and not only were they emotionally hard to deal with, but it had started affecting his acting. Although, he figured if he had asked Ryan, Ryan would just have assumed it was Chris getting into the scene and empathising with Max Adler's character, David Karofsky. Darren's performance ended all too soon and before he knew it, Chris was being pulled into a ginormous, sweaty slippery- oh god this is probably what sex with hi- no, straight best friend remember, straight, like a ruler, except Darren's hair is the polar opposite of straight. Shame it didnt reflect Darren's sexuality.
Darren looked at Chris expectantly. Right, Darren had been talking, the entire time that Chris was daydreaming. Smooth Chris, he thought to himself, real smooth indeed.
'You right?' Darren asked, still slightly out of breath.
'Ugh, yea, just.. yep. I'm great. How was your performance?' Chris asked, very quickly changing the subject. Darren's face dropped slightly
'You mean you weren't watching?' he asked, the disappointment seeping into his voice.
'W-What of course I was watching! I thought you were brilliant. What I meant, you idiot, how do YOU think it went?' Wow Chris, he thought, smoother than a baby's ass today aren't you? In the background, he could hear Naya singing Love You Like A Love Song, but nothing was able to pull Chris' attention from the hazel brown eyes in front, well technically below, him. Darren looked up at him through his eyelashes, eyes slightly darker than they had been a second ago. Oh god he was really a god wasn't he. All thoughts of Darren's sexuality flew out the door as Chris shamelessley imagined Darren fucking him into the matress. He could imagine the feel of Darren's hard cock in his ass, thrusting in and out, grunts and broken moans escaped from Darren's mouth. He could imagine the whimpers and screams as Darren found his prostate. Wait, imagined, what? Who whimpered...? Oh shit, Chris thought. Now, instead of the smouldering gaze that had been fixed on Chris before, Chris found himself looking into the confused eyes of Darren as he tried to figure out what had just happened.

Fuck. Had he just whimpered. Had Darren actually heard him WHIMPER. His pants felt just a size too small after hearing that sound escape from his mouth. Darren was sure that sound alone would give him weeks if jerk-off material. He needed to cover, fast.
'Are-are you okay?' He asked for the second time that night.
'Yea, I just, I um.. i was going to say something but the words got stuck, you know?...' Chris trailed off, hoping Darren would know.
'Yea, I know,' Darren smiled at Chris, lying with practised ease. Of course, Darren knew he was only doing it to try and make Chris feel better, and to change the subject because all that was happening in his mind was the constant replay of Chris' whimper. He grabbed Chris' hand and pulled him off towards his dressing room.
'Come on! We have to change quickly, Ryan will have our balls if we dont get there in time for finale!' Darren ushered Chris inside and pulled off his own jacket and throwing it on the chair beside him.
'Our balls, Darren, really? Our balls?' I questioned his choice of words.
'Well he needs our heads doesnt he? You know, to sing, to make him money?' Chris slapped Darren's arm playfully. Darren pulled off his shirt and flung it to the other side of the room, reaching over and grabbing the signature blue shirt and jacket that was for the finale. He caught Chris staring at his bare torso and blushed, pulling on his clothes.

After the had both changed, they sat down on the lounge, taking the time they had now to relax and calm down. They had half an hour before finale, and they knew they should take advantage of the time because it would get away from them all too soon. Chris grabbed a diet coke from the fridge (yes, he kept coke in Darren's fridge) and collapsed on the couch next to Darren, taking a deep breath and feeling the pain slowly disappear from his feet, where it had been residing for the last hour or so he had been on stage. As usual, he and Darren sat and talked, before falling into an easy silence. Darren shuffled closer to Chris and leant his head on Chris' shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt Chris rest his head on his own and sighed, taking comfort in the closeness that he and Chris shared. Not many people would tolerate his clinginess, he knew. So often Darren was told that he was too clingy and to just tone it down. But Chris had never mentioned it. Darren had always felt a need to be physically close to people, no matter who they were. There was just something about being so close to someone, and sharing that space that made it special. As he revelled in the fact that he was so lucky to find a best friend who would put up with him, he nuzzled his face into the crook of Chris' neck feeling his heartbeat on the right cheek, lips pressing into the juntion between Chris' neck and his collarbone.

As Darren nuzzled closer to Chris, he slung an arm lazily over Chris' waist. Chris had his eyes closed and was only just realising that he done so in the first place. He placed his hand on top of Darren's and felt Darren's lips on his neck, not being active or doing anything suggestive, just there, with his face pressed into Chris and to be honest, Chris was absolutely okay with the whole thing. Although, he had to admit the feeling of Darren so close made his heart beat fast. So close to his own mouth. I mean, its not like he hadn't kissed Darren before, because he had, multiple times (something he liked to tease his sister Hannah about), its just that he had never kissed Darren, as Darren. It would always be Kurt kissing Blaine and Chris had learned that he needed to accept that.

Both their musings were interupted by a sharp knock on the door and a voice calling from outside.
'Chris, Darren, come on, finale time!' The voice was inrecognisable in their groggy sleep-addled minds but they both knew they couldnt ignore it. Stretching their limbs as they stood up and yawned, they walked towards the door and opened it, a blast of cold air hitting them. It was cold now, but they knew they would be grateful later because out there on stage, dancing, singing, acting, performing, it got fucking hot. They stood backstage, looking at each other from across the arena. Their cue was screamed out onstage and they both ran out, the biggest grins on their faces. Eventually all the cast was settled in front of everyone and the music started. As everyone sang their parts, Chris looked out and thought, how did i get so lucky?, he had his dream job, and the dream best friend. His life was complete. The screams of the hysterical crowd spurred Chris on abd he looked down at Darren, further along the line of cast members. The lights were shining brightly and the music was deafening, and Chris could feel his slightly damp shirt sticking to his body as he belted out all the right notes. All too soon, the song was finished and they all trailed, exhausted, back to their respective dressing rooms where they could change and hop in a cab back to the hotel in the city.

'I call dibs on shower!' Darren screamed down the hallway at Chris.
'Shh! You'll wake everyone up!' he hissed. 'Not ten minutes ago you were practically asleep and now you have more energy than a puppy on steroids.' He said jokingly. Everyone knew that Darren had more energy than what seemed physically impossible in his small stature and it was at times like these, when Chris was so tired that it was tiresome because Darren would be up all night wanting to play games and all Chris wanted to do, was sleep. He watched Darren disappear into the hotel room, leaving the door open a crack so that Chris could get in. When Chris trudged into the room, he dropped his bag right in front of the closed door, and shuffled towards his bad and just flopped, falling asleep nearly instantly.
'I'll have a shower now, tell me now if you want one so I can use all the hot water.' Darren called from the doorway in the bathroom. Chris mumbled a response into the pillow, Darren's voice breaking him out of that almost-completely-asleep-but-awake-enough-to-hear-you state.
'The mumbling things really cool but seriously, you want to shower or not?' Darren repeated. Chris groggily lifted his head and was instantly glad he had. Darren was standing shirtless, with his button and fly undone on his pants, practically right beside his head. Chris hadnt realised Darren had walked over. Chris' eyes scanned over Darren's chest, shamelessly taking in the olive, tanned skin with a spattering of chest hair. Not too much, which would make him seem bear-like, but not with too little, so Chris was reminded he was actually looking at a guy. Darrens hip bones were so defined and it turned him on so much, all Chris wanted to do was literally run his tongue over them, sucking and biting on the skin, marking Darren. Claiming him as his own.
'Uhh, no thanks, ill be right.' He replied. Damn. He had fallen. Fallen for the straight best friend. Great. He had to turn it into a fucking movie scenario. Didn't he?.

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