I've had the idea of this story for quite some time now, and somehow the story and the way I want it to go seemed to flow perfectly with a song I'm currently obsessed with. Therefore chapter titles are based on the lyrics of Coldplay's "Charlie Brown"- which I do not own in any way, shape or form other than the ownership provided by a bought cd. Sadly, I do not own Mr. Colfer or Mr. Criss either; otherwise they'd spend every waking hour having sexy times together.
Oh, and this is not only my first CrissColfer fic, but my first fanfic EVER, so reviews will be extremely appreciated as I have no idea what I'm doing here xD
WE'LL BE GLOWING IN THE DARK.
Chapter 1. Stolen key.
Chris was walking towards the sofa in the middle of the living room. He was anxious, excited and slightly cold as he sat on the comfy autumn colored couch. Darren was late, but as Chris saw him approaching he started to get himself comfortable; shifting from one side to the other he finally settled lying on his back, arms on the sides of his head with his hands beneath it, lifting it only slightly.
"Funny" he thought, "it seems as for the last few months we've found ourselves making out almost every day somehow".
The other boy had made his way towards him, and after saying hi and sharing a shy smile he proceeded to join the guy laying on the sofa. Chris was wearing a soft lavender button down shirt, dark grey –unbuttoned- vest on top, midnight blue tight-as-hell jeans and purple and pink stripped socks on his cold feet; yet his bottom half was also covered with a thick, black and blue checkered blanket, which Darren lifted to find his way on top of him. They struggled for a bit, finding it challenging to lay there without any of them being at the verge of sliding to the side of the sofa and fall flat on their faces. Both man giggled when Darren, still trying to find a comfortable position, tangled his legs in between Chris' and slightly kneed the boy's crotch in the process.
"You know, that's the opposite of what we're trying to do here!" said Chris, as he tried to push away the pain with bad jokes.
"I'm sorry!" was all a now red faced Darren could mumble before his giggling was restored.
"Stop it!" exclaimed a smiling Christopher, "your belly wiggles when you laugh and it tickles!"
It was obvious Chris was doing his best to keep a straight face, pushing his lips together to a point they were just a very thin line under his nose. His strong attempt to keep it together did not go unnoticed to Darren, who now had settled his right leg between Chris' left leg and the sofa's back rest, while his left leg was now calmly positioned between the other boy's long bottom limbs. This way Chris' right leg would keep him steadily on top of him, avoiding any sliding or falling over.
Looking at the boy beneath him, Darren took a deep breath, closing his eyes and swallowing Chris' scent in the process. Rain. Marc Jacobs' "Rain", that is. All of this was ridiculously familiar; feeling the other boy's arms crawling to the back of his neck he welcomed the embrace, tilting his head a little to the side at the feel of Chris' soft warm hands caressing the back of his neck. Darren's expression was calm and relaxed at this point, and after leaning just a tiny bit closer, he rested his right arm on Chris' left side, melting into the side of his head while caressing his hair. Chris couldn't help to form a small smile at the feel of Darren's fingers softly stroking his hair, while his other arm rested on top of his chest, fidgeting with his shirt's buttons. It was sweet and reassuring, and Chris couldn't help but to be extremely comfortable with the feel of Darren's weight on top of him. He gave the other boy a soft look, and while staring into each other's eyes, Chris lifted his head almost closing the gap between their faces, stopping when their lips were dangerously close to each other. It was then, that he whispered into the other boy's slightly parted lips:
"Are you ready?"
Darren's immediate answer was slowly pressed on Chris' mouth, left arm still resting on his chest. Their chapped lips barely open, laying soft chaste kisses on one another. It was sweet and painfully slow, but this was their pace; the way they had always embraced each other. Darren's hand slowly crawled from the other boy's chest up to his neck, caressing the soft porcelain skin the entire time and finally resting it next to his head, laying barely-there touches on the back of his ear and Chris could feel his entire body tingle at the sweet nothings produced by the tender touch. He then proceeded to gently remove his right hand from Darren's neck, and with a sinuous, sensual, snake-like motion, Chris' arm slid to the boy's chest, only to go back up towards Darren's cheek while feeling the delicious roughness of the slight stubble starting to form in the dark haired boy's face. During the entirety of this motion, switching from neck, to chest, to beautiful sexy face, Chris' hand and arm had refused to separate from the boy's body at any time. A trail of soft touch lay on Darren's upper half and everything about it felt ridiculously perfect.
It was there and then, that a loud voice across the room burst their seemingly untouchable bubble,
"Cut!" yelled Ryan from his chair.
R/R & be merry!