So I've decided to start publishing these littles drabbles that I've written seeing as they're kind of going to waste in my laptop, and you can completely blame Ms. April for this. Some of these will be based on the RP I was in, some won't, but either way they're all Colferstreet. I don't have any particular order they're going in either, and the rating may change, but read, review, and enjoy!
"You see the smile that's on my mouth, it's hiding the words that don't come out, all of the friends who think I'm blessed, they don't know I'm in this mess."
It's awkward.
No, awkward doesn't actually even begin to describe the scene in front of him.
They're on set, in the showers, twenty or so people shouting around them as one person yells for more steam and the other less water.
The point of all this is for Kurt to successfully break off his partnership with a half naked Sam. The problem with all of this is getting Chris to successfully pay attention on any part of the room besides a half naked Chord Overstreet.
See things like this aren't usually a problem for one Chris Colfer, having tackled tears, awkward make outs, and impossibly hilarious scenes with Jane Lynch all with a straight face. Well, granted Jane Lynch was never usually this naked. Or wet. Or soapy. Or attractive. Regardless, he's just never had this much trouble before. Ever.
It's not just the acting kind either, half his lines getting flubbed and his nervous twitching, no. It's the forgetting how to do everyday functions kind, like physically bringing himself to do anything. Thinking, talking, hearing, even breathing became a problem at one point, Chris realizing this after the erratic, sudden pounding of his heart stopped resounding in his ears.
He blames the steam in his eyes and the sweat from the hot set for everything going awry right now, the idea that it has anything to do with the heat between his clothed body and the naked one in front of him almost laughable. Because there's no way that's possible, no way he's actually feeling this. It's almost as if something is pulling him towards the drain pipe that rests underneath the other boys feet, Chris feeling as if any minute he'll get sucked down with the small droplet's that slowly roll off Chord's perfectly tanned, smooth skin. It's not even just his skin either, it's his everything, from the way his hair is somehow matted perfectly to his forehead to the way he rubs away a small soap bubble that lands on his plump, pink lips.
"You alright?" Chord drawls out as he cracks a small grin, his eyes beginning to notice where Chris' have ended.
"Wha-yes, yes, yes of course," Chris answers frantically as he stiffens himself up neatly, Chord not fooled or freaked by the other boy's wandering eyes, "Just-something-this steams really uh, really irritating my eyes is all."
"Uh huh, steam, ok," Chord mumbles as his grin grows bigger, alternating the weight from his left foot to his right as he scrambles for something clever or funny to say.
"Wha-it is, it-my eyes are very…sensitive. Contacts, you know." Chord's grin only grows wider as he let's out a throaty chuckle, Chris watching as his Adam's apple throbs against his glistening skin and wondering to himself what it'd feel like between his lips.
"Ok, ok, whatever you say Christopher, whatever you say."
And it's there, before they yell action and after the silence of Chord's voice trailing off that something catches him completely off guard, a quick, stolen glance that flickers out like the foam on his hands. It's one of suggestion and spark, of tension and peaked interests. There's this glimmer that still lingers in his eye though and Chris see's it, or at least he's kind of sort of positive he does anyway. Maybe he did just imagined it, maybe the steam and heat really have gotten to his head, but deep in the corner of his mind he can almost hear something rumbling and growling beneath the surface of Chord, something just bubbling to rupture, something that he can't quite put his finger on yet.
But oh dear God would he like to.