*A/N: The last line is sort of a joke referring to how this prompt was ended. I didn't feel like getting into the gritty details so I'm letting the reader infer/use the imagination to finish it off :]
Darren lay shirtless, sprawled out on the couch, and Chris sat cross-legged on the floor with his head resting on the couch's arm. The room was silent, except for the buzzing of the overhead fan and the ticking of a clock.
"It's. So. Hot," whined Chris. "But at least you don't have practice or anything tonight. It's nice to just hang out with you for once."
"Yeah…I've been so busy lately…" Darren said as his stomach growled. "Oh man…I should probably get some grub since I guess I forgot to eat today…"
Chris got up from his position on the floor and walked toward the kitchen. "What do you mean you 'guess you forgot to eat today'? How does one forget to eat?"
"Man, I dunno. I get so caught up at work during the day, and then when I get home I just want to crash on the couch and talk to you," Darren replied, sitting up to watch Chris rifle through the pantry looking for something to snack on.
Inside the pantry there wasn't a very big variety of things to choose from. Chris took a quick survey of the shelves only to find boxes of uncooked pasta, pudding mix, and cans of tuna among a few other things, none of which were instant. However, hiding behind some mayonnaise was a large jar of Nutella.
"We really need to go grocery shop—" Chris shouted but stopped abruptly as he felt Darren wrap his arms around his waist. "Oh, hello there," he smiled as he opened the Nutella and dipped in a finger.
Turning around to face him, Chris held his Nutella covered finger in front of Darren's lips, but then quickly stuck his finger in his own mouth and slowly pulled it back out, Nutella free. Chris grinned as Darren stuck a finger in the jar and smeared some of the spread on the corner of Chris's mouth; and before Chris could lick it off, Darren was already doing it for him. Chris let out a small giggle as Darren stuck his hand in the pantry, pulling out a can of whipped cream.
"I'll take that!" Chris whispered into Darren's ear as he led Darren back to the couch.
As they sat down and Chris was about to open the whipped cream, Darren leaned into Chris and said "Wait, you've still got some Nutella right…. there…" and firmly pressed a kiss into Chris' lips. Chris dropped the can, kissed back and gently pushed Darren onto his back.
After one last sugary kiss, Chris pulled away and picked up the can of whipped cream. He began to make a trail down Darren's chest, starting at his collarbone and ending just above the rise of his low-slung jeans. Darren clenched at the couch cushions and arched his back as Chris began slowly sucking the whipped cream off his warm body. With the occasional graze of teeth on skin, Darren let out small groans as Chris worked his way from Darren's neck to his perfect abs, to…YOU KNOW.