Hey all. Just a oneshot I wrote for Tumblr. Although people seem to want an epilogue. Do you? Anyways, read and enjoy. Review's are nice :)
Chris could feel Darren's eyes on him as he sat down to eat his lunch. "Darren, please. Stop staring at me." He said loudly before eating a tomato out of his salad. When he finally decided to look up, Darren had turned his chair and was staring out the window. Chris sighed inwardly, the boy had a lot to learn.
Darren had taken to admiring the cars in the parking lot when Chris had caught him staring. Again. It was well known that Darren was straight as a nail. But when it came to Chris, well it seemed he was able to bend a little.
Not that it mattered. Chris had made it perfectly clear that he had no romantic or physical interest in Darren. He cringed slightly remembering how very obvious he had made it.
They had been filming the big kiss between Kurt and Blaine, and after the 8th take, things were beginning to get a little tense. Darren had no idea why the needed so many different angels- one camera was even on the floor for crying out loud.
Chris was sitting across from him, one hand on the glue gun, the other on the table. For whatever reason, between takes, Chris demanded staying in character. Darren's eyes wandered down Chris' face, stopping at his lips. They were a little puffy and red from the amount of kissing that they had been doing, and Darren felt slightly turned on by the fact that he had caused it.
Wait, what? Turn on? Darren was straight. He closed his eyes and shook his head, convincing himself it was only because they were in character.
Ryan's voice brought him back down to reality as he yelled at Darren to get in position.
The director yelled action, and the scene began. The two boys got through their lines without a fault and then it was time for the kiss..again. Darren leaned forward slowly, pushing a gentle kiss against Chris' lips, laughing inwardly as he realised that he tasted like strawberry lip smackers.
Darren pushed harder against Chris' mouth, causing the younger boy to bring his hand up to Darren's face, and adjusting the angle of his head to make the kiss deeper. Darren almost forgot to pull away, but when he did, they were both breathless. More lines.
Then Darren and Chris were on each other's lips again and Darren's brain was yelling that it was Kurt and Blaine enjoying this moment not Chris and Darren. But he didn't care and somewhere in the distance he thought he may have heard someone yell "Cut! That was perfect!" But he wasn't sure and he felt his tongue leave his lips and for a split second he could taste Chris' mouth which was a heavenly mix of coffee and mint. And then it was gone.
Darren blinked his eyes open slowly, and caught sight of Chris' face. Confusion, disgust and a trace of arousal. He mentally face-palmed as Chris glared at him before storming off set to his trailer.
He could feel the entire crew staring at him. Darren sent a pleading look to Ryan, who nodded before he took off at faster pace than usual to get away from prying eyes.
Once he was outside, he took a deep breath. He was torn. Did he go and apologise to Chris? Or did he go for a walk to clear his head? He ended up doing Plan C- go for a nap.
Darren opened the door of his trailer, closing it behind him. He carefully un-did the buttons on the blazer he was wearing and shrugged it off as he walked lazily up the stairs.
As he turned to head to the bed, his eyes landed on Chris who was sitting at the table with his arms crossed on his chest.
"Chris, I am so, so, so sorry. I don't know what happ-"
Darren was cut off as Chris smacked him hard across the face. His eyes widened as he brought a hand to the stinging skin, kind of scared to speak.
"You think because I'm gay, I'll take everyone who throws themselves at me?" Chris was almost snarling at him. "What you did was completely unprofessional, not to mention I'm pretty sure it could be classified as workplace sexual harassment." He was breathing heavily and Darren was still nursing his cheek.
There were a few moments of silence before Darren found his voice again. "You know what, Chris?" He spoke softly, but sternly. "For someone who hated me kissing them, you were awfully willing to let me shove my tongue down your throat; even seemed to enjoy it while it was happening."
He watch as Chris' eyes widened and Darren saw his arm begin to move toward him again. This time Darren caught his wrist, and brought it back down between them.
Chris yanked his hand away, cursing under his breath. "Let's make one thing, very clear here Darren. I'm not attracted to you in any way, shape, or form. In fact I'd rather date Heather before you."
Darren listened, ignoring the urge to show Chris just how much better he'd be than Heather.
"You are a hobbit. You have horrible hair. And you eyebrows are way too triangular. You and me are coworkers. That's all we'll ever be. Stay away from me unless we're on set together." Chris finished with his insults and dashed out the door, leaving Darren with his train wreck of a brain.
Luckily, after only a few weeks of awkwardness on set, the boys adapted to a routine of avoiding each other and getting along on set for the sake of the show.
Darren sighed aloud, pushing his head against the lunchroom chair as he heard Chris exit the lunch room. It had been about 6 months since the original confrontation, and Darren still found himself wanting Chris.
The worst part now was that Chris was taking total advantage of it. Taunting him, almost. Wearing super tight jeans that Darren swore up and down were literally painted on, form fitting shirts that showed off his collar bone and his beautiful pale neck. There was one time Chris had worn a fucking see through shirt, and Darren had to relieve himself in the bathroom after seeing him. It was getting ridiculous.
Darren looked at his watch and realised he had better head back to his Condo. For whatever ungodly reason, he had accepted an invite to go out with the other cast members tonight. Not all of them, of course. Just Lea, Ashley, Chord and Chris. It had been another long week for all of them and getting drunk was exactly what Darren needed.
Darren had just stepped out of the shower when Don't Rain on My Parade started blasting from his phone. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he picked it up. "Hey Lea, what's going on?"
"Oh Hey Darren, I just wanted to ask if you were still coming out tonight?" Lea asked him curiously, and Darren could hear the Glee soundtrack playing in the background.
Darren paused as he pulled on his pants. "Of course I'm coming. I wouldn't miss it."
There was an uncomfortable silence that ensued before Lea spoke again. "Chris is bringing.. well, uh.. he's bringing his boyfriend."
Darren felt his heart drop and nearly dropped the phone in the progress of trying to regain his composure. "Well, I guess that's a bit of a development then, isn't it. Must be getting serious." He spoke softly. "Lea, why would I care though?"
"I just thought..well..you know." Lea seemed hesitant. "Well it doesn't matter anyway. The limo will pick you up at 10. See you then!" And before Darren could reply she had hung up.
He angrily threw his phone onto his bed. A boyfriend? Seriously? Now he was going to have to deal with someone all over Chris all night. Fan-Fucking-Tabulous.
By the time the limo arrived outside of Darren's condo, he had already had a few beers to relax his nerves. He climbed into the vehicle and was a little disappointed to see that he was the first one to be picked up. "Baby you're not alone, cause you're here with me.." He muttered softly under his breath. He found himself even less relaxed when he realised the limo was now going in the direction of Chris' place. Ohh..joy.
When the limo came to a stop, Darren moved as far away from the door as possible. Seconds later he was regretting said decision when Chris and some blonde haired boy toppled onto him. They were far too busy with their mess of teeth and tongue to notice that Darren was underneath them.
He cleared his throat carefully. "Hey Chris, Nice to uh..see you."
Chris yelped and pushed the blonde off of him so fast that he fell back onto the floor. He decided to take the seat opposite of Darren, looking completely embarrassed.
The unknown boy brushed off his shirt before taking a seat beside Chris.
There was an awkward silence before Darren stuck out his arm for a handshake. "I'm…"
"Your Darren Criss, I know. A Very Potter Musical? Spectacular." The boy said a little too excitedly, and Darren raised his eyebrow slightly.
Chris must have noticed too because he sent the blonde boy a glare. "This is Marcus." He said, finally introducing him and smiling slightly.
Darren nodded before look out the window. "Pleasure to meet you."
The rest of the ride was quiet and when the other cast members joined the limo, they were much more excited to meet Marcus than Darren had been. Perhaps though, they hadn't been crushed by him in a make-out session made him more appealing to them.
They finally arrived at the club and began going their separate ways. Darren headed straight for the bar, sitting on one of the stools. He mumbled something about never being able to reach the floor. "Rum and coke, please." He said to the bartender quickly.
Darren stayed there all night, refusing to turn around. The last thing he wanted to see was Chris and Marcus making out on the dance floor. He shivered at the thought and chugged the rest of his drink.
Around 1:30 in the morning, after his 12th or 13th drink, Darren was swaying to the dance music when something caught his eye. Chris was being dragged off the dance floor by what appeared to be a very angry Marcus.
Darren was just drunk enough to follow them, and the closer he got, the more Marcus was yelling. He rounded the corner just in time to see Marcus raising his fist to Chris, and very quickly, with speed he didn't even know he had, Darren was jumping in front of Chris, grabbing Marcus' hand before it made any contact.
Darren's brain was fuzzy, and he was a little unsteady on his feet. But he still knew what he was doing.
"You need to leave right now, Marcus." Darren said through clenched teeth.
Marcus looked like he was about to argue. "Let me be very clear here, Marcus. You can either leave now, or the police will come and help you leave."
The blonde threw Chris one last glare before storming out onto the street.
Darren sighed in relief and brought a hand to his face. That had been going a completely different direction in his head. He turned to face Chris, who still had his mouth open in shock.
"I'm sorry if I stepped over the line, Chris. But I wasn't just going to stand there and watch him hurt you." Darren dropped his hand to his side. "If you excuse me, there's a bar stool calling my name." He laughed at his own joke, and went to turn away when he felt soft hands on his own.
Darren spun around wildly, and Chris let go of his hand. "I.. Uh.. Thanks, Darren. For saving my ass."
Darren bit back a silent moan, oh, the things he wanted to do to that ass. He shifted on his feet uncomfortably before speaking. "What are friends for, right?" his drunk brain was trying obsessively to take over, but he remained serious.
Chris smiled at Darren for the first time in at least 6 months. "I'm sure that stool is amazing and all.." Chris paused, and Darren could tell he was pretty drunk too. "But do you think, it would get jealous if you came and danced with me?"
Darren laughed when he saw Chris' cheeks flush pink. "That sounds fantastic. " And with that he grabbed Chris by the wrists, dragging him back to the music and the lights.
Darren managed to grab the drink he had ordered from the bar before he felt Chris tugging on his arm, dragging him through the crowd of people moving to the music. They somehow found a vacant piece of floor and just as Darren took a gulp of his rum and coke, Chris was leaning against him, back to chest.
He struggled for a moment before he remembered that yes, he was human, and yes, he did need to breathe. Darren finished off his drink before tossing the cup over his shoulder, not really caring at this point what or who it may have landed on.
Darren had his hands at his side, not sure where to put them. Or if he should put them anywhere. Chris leaned his head back to land Darren's shoulder, grabbing both of his wrists with his hands and leading them to his waist. "Put your hands on me, Darren." Chris whispered huskily.
The older boy almost gasped, momentarily forgetting that hey, he had a brain! Then Chris was reaching around to hook his thumbs into the belt buckles on Darren's jeans, and almost out of instinct, he squeezed Chris' hips in appreciation.
Chris was grinding his body against Darren's and for Darren the whole world had magically disappeared and it was just the two of them on the dance floor. He felt Chris' fingers leave his waist and he almost pouted because of the loss. Then Chris, still grinding on Darren, brought his arms up around Darren's head to place his hands on the back of his neck, leaning harder against him.
The movement caused Chris' shirt to ride up his stomach and Darren's fingers were now touching bare skin. Did Chris really moisturize head to toe? Because the skin Darren was touching happened to be just as smooth as Chris' hands and face.
For whatever reason, Darren's fingers began to have a mind of their own because the next thing he knew, he was pulling Chris closer to his body and splaying his hands across Chris' stomach, dragging his fingers as he did.
Chris threw his head back onto Darren's shoulder, moaning quietly. The sound went straight to Darren's half hard cock and he tightened his grip on Chris' stomach. The taller boy turned his head to Darren's neck, pressing a light kiss to the spot just below his ear. He felt Darren's hips buck forward and he let out a little chuckle. "For a hobbit, you taste pretty good. Makes me wonder if you taste that good everywhere.."
Darren was dead. That was the only reasonable explanation. He had died and gone to heaven. That's the only reason Chris' mouth would be on his neck, the only way naughty things would be coming from Chris' lips. Not to mention, those naughty things were being said specifically for Darren's ears.
Feeling slightly brave due to the amount of alcohol he had digested, Darren spun Chris around so they were chest to chest. He pulled Chris tight against his body before burying his face into Chris' neck, latching his lips and tongue against his collar-bone.
Chris' hands flew up to back of Darren's neck, gliding his fingers through the unruly curls and pulling slightly. Darren's hands made their way to Chris' ass, and he squeezed tightly, pulling him in even closer.
"Fuck, Darren." Chris growled into Darren's ear, pulling his hair harder.
The older boy pulled away looking into Chris' eyes for a moment. "Did you.. Do you want to get out of here?" Darren asked, unsure if he was going to be overstepping.
Chris was wasted. Vodka had always been his weakness, and for whatever reason, that had been Marcus' choice of shot that night. Chris had said bottoms up to each and every glass that had come his way.
Chris was definitely drunk. But even intoxicated he had a conscience. He knew what would happen if they went back to Darren's place and he definitely wanted it to happen because of how horny he was- but he also knew how much it would mean to Darren.
"I do, Darren. I really do." Chris half slurred. "But you need to know this is just for the night. Tomorrow, when the alcohol is out of the equation, we will be just coworkers." He exhaled. "If you can handle that, then let's get the fuck out of here, please."
Darren froze for a moment as Chris spoke, more blood flowing to his cock when he swore, because, shit, it was hot. Chris never swore. He thought quickly, listening to as much of what Chris was saying was saying that his brain would allow. His drunk mind had no issues being just coworkers after tonight, but his sober mind would probably beg to differ.
But then again, sober Darren would kill for a night alone with Chris, regardless of circumstance.
He ended up nodding silently at Chris, for whatever reason, losing his ability to speak.
Chris pulled Darren by his hands towards the exit, and once they were outside he pulled the shorter boy closer to him again. "Here's what's going to happen. We are going to take separate taxi's back to your condo. You are not to touch me until we are safely inside your home." The thought of being close to Darren and refusing to allow him to touch his body seemed almost like torture. Darren seemed to be thinking along the same lines as a small whimper left his mouth.
Chris brought his lips to Darren's ear, biting it gently before speaking. "It'll be so, so worth it. I'll take really good care of you."
Darren bit his lip. There was the fucking dirty talk again. Grilled cheesus, Chris was going to kill him with just his voice. As the first taxi pulled up, Darren stepped, okay more like stumbled, towards the vehicle. He took one last look at Chris. "Actually, you've already had a taste. I think it's my turn to take care of you." He laughed at the look on Chris' face before stepping into the taxi. Thank god they were only 5 minutes away from his house.
When Darren's taxi pulled up to the sidewalk outside his condo, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Chris was already waiting for him. "Did you fucking fly?" he questioned, before Chris was dragging him inside, both of them struggling to keep their balance. They toppled into the elevator and Darren frantically pushed the button for the 18th floor.
Chris grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. Darren threw his arms above Chris, bracing himself. "You and you're fucking rules." He cursed angrily. "I could have made you cum by the time we get up there."
Chris allowed a small moan to leave his lips. "You can make me cum as much as you want once we get there." He breathed slowly, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.
Almost on cue the elevator doors slid open, and Chris pushed Darren away, exiting quickly. Darren followed him wordlessly.
Chris threw open the door to the condo, barely making it inside before Darren was behind him, pushing him aggressively against the wall while kicking the door shut with his foot. Chris groaned as his chest hit the wall, and Darren's hands began to caress his torso.
"6 months Colfer. 6 fucking months you've been teasing me. Skin tight pants, that fucking see through shirt. You did it all on purpose because you knew what you were doing to me!" Darren bit the back of Chris' neck, as he tore off the jacket that Chris had been wearing all night and tossed it to the floor.
Chris made to turn around, but Darren held him firmly in place. "No, don't you dare move."
Darren let his hands fall to the hem of Chris' shirt, pulling it and lifting it off his head. He held onto it for a moment before tossing it to join the jacket. Darren's eyes widened as he stared at the newly exposed skin, slowly moving across it with his fingertips.
"You look positively delicious.." Darren managed to gasp quietly, before leaning in to bite and suck at the porcelain skin in front of him. "You actually are delicious." Darren said as he spun Chris around to face him.
Chris' blue eyes were filled with want and lust, and for the first time that night, he wrapped his hands around Darren's neck and collapsed their lips together.
Darren moaned into the kiss, swiping his tongue against Chris' lips, rocking his hips slightly when he opened his mouth to allow Darren entrance. When Darren grabbed onto Chris' ass, the taller boy wrapped his legs around him, causing Darren to pick him up and push him against the wall.
Chris was the first to pull out of the kiss, biting and sucking on Darren's neck, not bothering to stop himself from crying out as Darren's hips crashed into his own, thoroughly enjoying the amount of friction it was causing.
"Chris.." Darren breathed. "There are way, way too many clothes on right now."
Chris nodded in agreement, dropping his legs from around Darren, and quickly pulling him to the master bedroom. He locked Darren's lips in another passionate kiss, grabbing at the buttons on his shirt. "Fucking buttons Darren. Why buttons?" Chris swore loudly and Darren failed at holding back his laugh.
"Because I like this shirt." He countered and laughed even louder when Chris yelled in success as he finally managed to slide the shirt off Darren's back.
The laughter quickly turned to a gasp as Chris started kissing his chest, his tongue grazing over a nipple as he went lower and lower. "Fuck, Chris!"
The younger boy suddenly dropped to his knees and Darren looked down at him. "Fuck, please Chris." He moaned, throwing his head back against the wall.
Chris flickered his eyes back up to Darren. "Hey, I want you to watch me." He said in such a way that Darren caught his breath. He swallowed hard, glancing down as Chris undid his belt buckle. Holy hell, he was going to die and what a totally awesome way to go.
The blue eyed boy pulled the button on Darren's pants open, and then Darren's jaw dropped Chris was pulling his zipper down with fucking teeth. Grilled cheesus, best death ever.
Darren stepped out of his jeans, and watched as Chris palmed his cock over his boxers. "Chris..Nrrrgh.. Fuck, please!" He couldn't believe he was begging like this.
"Please what, Darren? Be more specific." Chris coaxed, and Darren knew he was teasing. "Fuck. Suck my cock, Chris, right now." Darren said roughly, and let out a sigh of relief when his throbbing erection was freed from its confines.
Chris couldn't help but stare for a moment, Darren's cock was an angry purple, and pre-cum was pooling at the tip. Leaning forward, he licked the tip, moaning as he did.
It took every available restraint that Darren had to not thrust into the wet, hot cavern that was Chris' mouth. He attempted to form words, but nothing legible left his lips.
Chris wrapped his lips around Darren's throbbing member, marvelling in the taste and smell that was so unbelievably Darren. He hallowed out his cheeks as he sucked back, and then Darren was grabbing him by the hair, pulling him off his cock with an obscene popping noise.
"I was getting way to close. And there's still so much more that I want you to do to me." Darren breathed out, pulling Chris to his feet and onto the bed.
Darren made quick work of Chris' pants before pulling Chris on top of him and attacking his lips again.
Chris pulled away again. "I want you to fuck me, Darren. Please." There was a pleading in his voice and even though Darren had been planning on asking Chris to fuck him, well, it didn't matter.
Darren leaned over to the night stand, quickly pulling out a condom and small bottle of lube. He put a small amount on his fingers before returning his hand to Chris' hard cock. He looked up at Chris, who had his eyes shut tight and appeared to be trying to keep his breathing under control. He smiled before leaning over and taking Chris into his mouth in one go.
Chris gasped and very, very nearly threw his hips forward into Darren's mouth. "Fuck, Darren. Come on." He pleaded, trying his best not to cum so soon.
Darren pulled his mouth off of Chris, but continued rubbing him slowly with his hand. He sat up slowly, and nudged Chris' legs apart with his arm.
"Just..one at a time.." Chris muttered quietly, relaxing himself. His head was beginning to spin slightly. Oh dear god, the vodka.
Darren pressed little kissed across Chris' thigh as he slowly pushed his finger past the first ring of muscles. He let go of the breath he'd been holding before slowly pushing another finger in. He'd done research, don't judge, he never knew if this was going to happen. He spread his fingers gently, scissoring them.
Chris was a mass of limbs squirming underneath him, in between gasps and grunts he was begging and pleading for Darren to fuck him. Before he did that, he tilted his fingers upwards, looking for the sp-
"FUCK DARREN! GET IN ME NOW!" Chris literally screamed, and Darren hoped the neighbours wouldn't call the cops thinking he was being robbed.
Darren rolled the condom on, lathering his cock in lube before sliding in between Chris' legs. He gently pressed a kiss to his lips before Chris turned his head. "Everything okay?" Darren asked, suddenly concerned.
"It's fine, Darren. Just fuck me, I don't want you to make love to me. I want a good fucking, understand?" Chris' voice was higher than usual, and Darren caught the slight annoyance in his voice. He bit down sharply on Chris' shoulder, before pushing him cock abruptly into him.
Chris arched his back while it was now Darren's turn to get his breathing under control. "You..You..nrrgh so fucking tight, Chris." He gasped as he began to thrust back and forth, biting into the delicate skin placed beneath him.
Darren adjusted his angle, and with one thrust Chris had turned into a flailing, screaming, body beneath him. He wrapped his hand around the dripping cock between them, pumping Chris up and down before whispering into his ear. "Come for me. Let go, Chris." He whispered, and almost at once Chris was spilling between them and Darren could feel Chris clench around him and holy hell that was it, he was letting go too. He dropped down on top of Chris, moaning slightly before rolling off of him.
"I..just..wow." Was all Darren managed to get out. "That was fucking amazing."
Chris stood up slowly, wincing a little, but pulled his jeans on and wiped his stomach with a towel on the floor. "Yeah, thanks Darren. Um if it's okay with you I'm just going to crash on the couch and leave first thing in the morning."
Before Darren could even reply, Chris was gone.
And in the morning, when Darren woke up, there was be a letter on the coffee table with two words on it.
Just coworkers.