Chris and Darren lie on their bed, deciding to stay in for the day since the rush of the holidays was done and they were still on break from filming. Though the California sunshine hazed through the curtains, the sheets were cool against their bare skin. Darren touched the slight curve of Chris' hip and smiled, reveling in the warmth of the slender body nestled against his own. They'd been listening to one of Darren's many '90s pop playlists and there were the usual suspects, as well as a few surprises.
"Whoa, you're really pouring on the cheese with this one," Chris said, as the next song started, recognizing the thrumming bassline and wonky, upbeat guitar riff.
"Dear, I fear we're facing a problem
You love me no longer, I know
And maybe there is nothing
That I can do to make you do."
Darren laughed, "What? It's a good song." To prove the point, Darren wiggled his shoulder in time with the beat, singing along animatedly.
"So I cry
And I pray
And I beg
Love me, love me
Say that you love me."
Chris laughed, bearing all his teeth, head pressing back against the pillow. Darren continued, wrapping his arm around Chris' waist, holding him closer.
"Fool me, fool me
Go on and fool me
Love me, Love me
Pretend that you love me
Lead me, Lead me
Just say that you need me."
Chris pushed his fingers through Darren's curls, kissing the hollow of his collarbone, pulling back enough to make eye contact.
"I love you and I need you," Chris said.
Darren smiled, "I love you and I need you, too, babe."
Chris pressed a firm kiss to Darren's mouth, stubble tickling his upper lip. Darren sighed into the kiss, holding Chris' cheek. When the kiss ended, Darren shifted onto his back, Chris pillowing his head on Darren's chest, tracing patterns on Darren's stomach with his fingertips.
"This was the best idea ever," Chris said. Darren heard the smile in his voice, and grinned, nosing at Chris' hair.
"Hell yeah it was."
