A/N: Lookie here. What's this? Hedwig? CrissColfer? YAS! I hope you enjoy. Only a two part fic. Read on. ;)
My Broadway Star Boyfriend
I do not own Hedwig, glee, Chris or Darren. I wish, pssssh. No beta, all mistakes my own.
Chapter 1
Chris jerked his head up from his current tedious game of Tetris to the noise of the large crowd of screaming fans across the street, waiting for Darren, Hedwig, to appear outside from another successful and amazing show.
He smiled as he thought of his gorgeous and ambitious boyfriend making his way into the Broadway world. As he saw a dark mass of curls coming out of the stage door, he grinned and adjusted his black hoodie over his head to disguise himself from crazy fans. He glanced at his phone, noting the time. About 30 more minutes, I'm guessing.
"I'll try to get to all of you, please be patient. I'll start my way over here, and I'll make my way around!" Darren shouted over the excited fans, waving their playbills and posters greedily in his face. He bounced his way over to an older woman and chatted happily with her as he signed her items.
Chris sighed in contentment. I'm so proud of you, mister. You are amazing. Chris waited patiently as his beautiful broadway star did his thing. While waiting, Chris sent a text to Alla, his publicist.
C: About 30 minutes
A minute later, his phone beeped from an incoming text.
A: Ok do not get caught Colfer. My ass is on the line here.
C: I know And thank you TONS
A: Be back at the hotel room at 11:30.
Chris smiled, grateful for what Alla is risking just so he can see Darren for an hour.
C: You got it thanks again.
A: Just wear the hoodie Chris and do your ninja skills. I'll see you at 11:30.
Chris slipped his phone into his boyfriends' hoodie, and ran a hand tiredly down the front of his face. After deciding to get up and walk around to stretch out his legs, he crossed his arms and let out a yawn, proceeding to walk the sidewalk. A diet coke would do me good right about now...he thought, discreetly slipping on his sunglasses, and seeked out to find a bottle of the delicious soda.
xxxC&Dxxx
Checking his phone, 9:49 pm, Chris smirked as he noticed the crowd starting to disapate, all happily making their way home, or wherever, autographed items in hand.
He sent Dare a text.
C: Are you done mister? I miss you already xoxo
He kept his head bowed as he saw a confused Darren Criss looking around, then peeking at his phone.
D: Where you you? Are you here, Colfer?! :D
C: I am... :*
D: Meet me in my dressing room in ten?
C: Ok let Bobby know xoxo
D: Oh trust me I know ;)
Chris's heart raced a mile a minute at the implication of the text. He cleared his throat, and looked around, waiting for the last fan to leave. He saw Darren heading inside the theater, once again, and licked his lips when he saw Bobby, Darren's bodyguard, give a brief nod of approval.
Making his way over quickly, he hoisted his backpack back up onto his shoulder. Bobby led Chris inside, heading towards Darren's dressing room.
Bobby said something low and quiet into his walkie talkie and stood outside the door.
Chris gulped, smiled, and softly said, "Thank you," to Bobby, and opened the door.
The sight of his adorable boyfriend, sitting down typing away furiously on his phone with his pink tongue stuck out in deep concentration, (and jesus FUCK Chris has indeed sucked on that tongue numerous times, as he hovered above a desperate and grunting Darren Criss), and Chris's heart skipped a beat.
Or, you know, maybe two or three.
"D-Dare..." Chris breathed out, taking in his clothes.
Or lack thereof.
Because he only wore a fucking kimono...His signature flower kimono he is supposed to wear after every show...
Darren looked up, grinned, and set his phone down on Hedwig's (his) vanity with a mirror, heading over to his boyfriend in one quick motion. He gazed into those familiar and loving baby blues and whispered, "Glad you could make it..."
"You were great..." Chris interrupted softly, biting his lower lip.
"I miss you..."
And their lips crashed desperately, as Darren grabbed Chris's arms, pinning them above the door. Chris moaned desperately as Darren took his boyfriend's bottom lip and sucked on it, letting out a possessive growl. Chris immediately opened his mouth, letting Darren take control. He threw his head back against the door, panting as Dare took advantage of the beautiful long and pale exposed flesh before him.
As Dare sucked a deep red hickey, and then gently nibbling on Chris's adam's apple, he grunted in frustration, "I've missed you, Chris...god..."
"You...y-you, jesus christ SHIT, j-just s-saw me two days, ah fuck Darren...ago...mmm..." Chris stuttered out, eyes closed and whimpering as Darren snapped his hips forward and, oh yeah, he definitely was raging hard.
Darren paused, stepping back and really took in Chris's debauched look. His beautiful chestnut locks were disarray, lips swollen and red from Darren's talented and hot mouth, and Chris fluttered his eyes open slowly.
"Hi." Chris started, smiling adoringly.
"Hi." Darren breathed out, his breath ghosting lightly over Chris's lips. "C'Mere." He wrapped his arms around Chris's slender waist, and nuzzled his face into the pale man's neck, smelling the scent of just Chris.
Chris hummed quietly, and his hands played with Dare's sweaty dark curls. Chris backed away momentarily noticing that, oh god, yes Darren still had a little bit of makeup on. Sexy diva...Chris thought.
"Thank you." Darren smirked playfully.
"Huh?"
"You said," kiss "I was," kiss to his nose "a sexy," kiss to Chris's forehead "diva." He repeated.
Chris giggled. "O-Oops. I guess I said that out loud." He sighed.
"Oh, don't ever be sorry, Colfer. Flattery will get you everywhere." Darren said, and he walked back towards his chair.
Chris immediately missed his warmth and frowned.
Darren noticed. "Come sit with me. Tell me about your day, baby."
Chris did his signature eyeroll, but did ask Darren asked, nonetheless. "Let's see...waited for you...saw millions of teenagers screaming at my boyf-"
Darren scoffed.
Chris paused and gave the shorter man a look. "And what was that for, mister?" He folded his arms across his chest.
Darren pouted, acting as if he had no idea what Chris meant. He composed himself. "Millions Chris? Really?"
This time Chris scoffed. "Might as well have been..." he murmured, now shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Do I detect a bit of jealousy?" Darren asked playfully.
"Really?" Chris deadpanned.
"What?" Darren queried with a wriggle of his eyebrows.
"A Blaine quote?" Chris chuckled, shaking his head.
"You love it." Darren shrugged, then wrapped Chris in a tight embrace.
"I love you." Chris smiled as he looked at Darren.
"I love you, too." he replied with a lovestruck grin.
"Then prove it, Mr. Criss." Chris whispered huskily, backing up.
Darren smirked. "Ok, c'mere then, and I'll show you..." Darren started walking slowly forward, arms out.
"Nu uh, uh uh. I meant with those skimpy black shorts, fishnets...the gold heels...Mr. Criss, I want it all..." Chris objected, pointing to Darren's hot body while licking his lips.
Darren swallowed. "O-Ok...g-give me ten minutes...?"
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-Marianne xoxoxo
