A/N: Not my usual ship, but I was filling ficlet prompts tonight. Hope you enjoy it!
Tacquitos (which are delicious things, with like taco filling in them and melted cheese) And...ostriches. And a shag carpet and...a thunderstorm, because I like those.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to the smell of those things," Chris sniffed, pulling away from Darren with a grimace.
"'Ey're fuckin delicious," Darren answered around a mouthful of tacquito. Chris couldn't help but giggle just a little – beef and cheese were dripping down the sides of Darren's full lips. Chris's giggle was cut short when Darren snaked his tongue out to lick the filling off a lot more slowly and elaborately than was really necessary.
Chris turned abruptly to look at the television, crossing his legs and leaning back against the bottom of the bed. "Oh, look, ostriches!" he exclaimed, then looked down at the shag carpet he was sitting on. Had he really just yelled out with excitement about ostriches? He was going to have to get the remote away from Darren. They had really watched too much Animal Planet lately.
"Ostriches are pretty exciting," Darren agreed, reaching around Chris to grab his bottle of guava juice. There was a tremendous blast of thunder as he did and they both jumped, so that Darren's curly head nearly collided with Chris's.
Chris let out a loud squeak.
"Oh, Chris, are you afraid of thunderstorms?" Darren asked as he sat back down with a patronizing grin.
"No," he muttered, his words disproven a moment later when lightning arced through the room and he jumped again. "OK, so I may have watched the tornado scene in the Wizard of Oz one too many times as a child," he admitted, crossing his arms and leaning back.
"It's alright, I'm here now," Darren said, wrapping his arms around Chris's slender torso. Chris eyes went wide with shock, then he hugged Darren back, laying his cheek against Darren's scruff. He didn't even mind that he smelled like Mexico.