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Chris woke up to a banging on his front door. He squinted his eyes at the tiny clock on his T.V stand. 3 in the afternoon. He'd caught a taxi home from Darren's around 8am. That awkward morning after thing was so not going to happen; especially with Darren.
His brain was still as heavy as it was when he had first woken up and Chris silently vowed to never drink vodka again.
He picked himself up off the couch, grabbing his head as the banging started again. "Impatient much.." Chris muttered as he swung open the front door to reveal a very unhealthy looking Darren. "What are you doing here?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
Darren brushed past him into the apartment. "We need to talk."
Chris stayed where he was. "We have nothing to discuss." He said coldly, pointing at the door.
And then Darren was on him. He picked Chris up, pushing him against the hall closet, entangling his fingers with Chris'. "Tell me you don't feel anything when I do this to you." Darren breathed.
Chris took a few moments to realise what had just happened, and he shimmied himself out of Darren's grasp, landing gently on his feet. "You said you could handle one night. You said you were just fine with being coworkers after this." Chris shook his head.
Darren couldn't believe his ears. "No. Drunk and horny Darren agreed with those rules. Sober Darren, does not approve."
"You need to leave."
"No, I'm not going anywhere until we talk."
"Leave Darren, before I call security."
"You wouldn't. I'm not stupid."
Chris sighed. He had a feeling he wasn't going to win this one. He sat down on the chair in the living room, gesturing for Darren to take the couch across from him.
Darren sat down, taking off his hat and looking at Chris as he did.
"Well, talk." Chris said suddenly.
"I have questions."
"Can't promise I'll answer them."
"Can you stop? I'm sitting here trying to have a civilized conversation with you, and all you can do is act like a child!"
Chris leaned back, rubbing his temples. He was far too hung-over for this. "Fine, Darren. Ask your questions."
"What were you fighting with Marcus about last night?"
Chris sighed. Well, straight to the point. "There were multiple guys and girls buying me drinks last night. He was mad that I was accepting them instead of telling them I had a boyfriend. He also wasn't very impressed with the way you were looking at me. I believe he used the term love eyes to describe it."
Darren stared at Chris, disbelieving. "Your actually serious? That guy is a nutcase."
Chris smirked. "I've come to a reason as to why he ran away from you last night. It's because your such a hobbit, and he was afraid that if he didn't leave, you were going to start biting at his ankles." He laughed. "Right, sorry. Continue, next question."
Darren looked over, sighing slightly. "At which point of last night did you become sober and aware of what you were doing? I'm going to guess around the time we took it to my bedroom."
Fuck, Chris cursed silently. How had he-
As if reading his mind, Darren answered. "It's when I sobered up as well."
Chris stayed silent.
Darren took it as an opening to ask another question. "Why have you been teasing me for 6 months?"
Chris' eyes went wide. "I.. It didn't start off like that, meaning to tease you."
Darren waited patiently for the rest of Chris' answer.
"I mean, I was just dressing the way I usually would and then I'd notice little things. Like how couldn't stop looking at my body; or how you were always squirming in your seat the longer you sat in a room with me. I also noticed how you actually had to uh.. excuse yourself to take care of things." Chris was blushing, and Darren looked horrified. "I liked knowing that I could have that effect on you, so I kicked it up a notch."
Darren shook his head. "Chris Colfer, you are a sadist."
Chris smirked. "Only when it comes to torturing you."
A tense silence followed before Darren spoke again. "Why do you hate me so much, Chris? Aside from that stupid mistake on set, what have I seriously done to you?"
"I don't hate you, Darren. I'm just not attracted to you like that." Chris replied softly.
Darren shook his head. "You are so full of shit. Don't forget you already admitted that you were sober for most of last night!"
"So were you!"
"But you already know that I'm in love with you."
Chris looked at Darren with curious eyes. "What did you say?"
Fuck. Darren's turn to stutter out a response. "I..well..um. Nothing. I said nothing." Always such a smooth talker.
"You can't just throw that sort of thing around Darren. You have a crush on me. That's all." Chris replied.
Darren bit his tongue. He knew exactly how he felt and he didn't need Chris telling him differently. "Look Chris, I'm going to put this all on the line right now." He paused as he stood up. "If you can look into my eyes right now, and tell me that you feel nothing for me other than friendship, I'll walk out that door and drop whatever this thing is that I feel for you." So not going to be that easy
Chris looked up at Darren, whose eyes looked hopeful.
"I.. You're a good friend Darren." Chris finally said and couldn't help but feel bad about the sadness that now wash through Darren's eyes.
Darren gathered himself together. So this is what getting your heart broken feels like; so not totally awesome. He looked up at Chris, "I'll see you on set on Monday." He said softly before making his way to the front door. He took one more look at Chris, as if to say this is your last chance- but there was nothing. He shook his head before exiting, closing the door slowly behind him.
The second the door closed, Chris felt instant regret. But why? He didn't like Darren that way… did he?
Chris reached for his phone, his fingers dialling the familiar number.
"Hey, could you come over? Yeah, I'm fine. Actually I'm not. I need your help. Okay. See you soon."
He hit the end button before leaning over his knees, both trying to think and get rid of his throbbing headache.
"Chris, you look like hell." Ashley announced as she walked into the apartment.
He didn't look up. "I feel like hell."
Ashley went to the kitchen, bringing Chris a diet coke when she made her way to the living room. "Drink it, you know it'll make you feel better."
Chris took the can from her, placing it on the table beside him.
"What's going on, boo?" Ashley asked as she sat down on the couch.
Chris sighed, might as well get straight to the point. "It's Darren."
Ashley looked at him curiously. "What'd he do? Shove his tongue down your throat again?"
"I..Uh.. something like that. Some of us when out for drinks last night.. and the two of us may have had too much to drink." Chris paused.
Ashley had a confused look on her face. "Hold up. What about Marcus?"
Chris swallowed. "He may have tried to hit me last night, and Darren may have been my knight in shining armour and saved me."
"Chris, did you.. Did you have sex with Darren last night?" She asked abruptly.
He nodded slowly. "He came over here this afternoon and asked a bunch of questions. He may have let it slip that he was in love with me. And he gave me the chance to tell him I had feelings for him."
"And?" Ashley pressed.
"I told him that he was a good friend and then he left." Chris bit his lip as he finished.
Ashley was silent. "Christ, Colfer. What have you gotten yourself into?" She finally said, staring at him.
Chris brought the palm of his hand to his forehead, exhaling softly.
"Last night was..amazing. I sobered up pretty good about halfway through. He was being so gentle, and I actually told him to hurry up and fuck me; because it wasn't meant to be about feelings it was supposed to be about getting off." Chris looked over at Ashley, who appeared to be thinking.
"Do you have feelings for him, Chris?"
He thought for a moment. "I honestly don't know, Ash. I've never looked at him that way. At least not unless I was being Kurt Hummel. It could get complicated. What if we were to break up and things ended horribly? Kurt and Blaine's chemistry would be out the window."
Ashley started laughing. "Oh Colfer, always the pessimist. What if it's perfect? What if you have an amazing relationship? Pardon my Fandom language but, what if it's all Klainebows?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "What if I'm not willing to risk my fans?"
"You can't possibly be serious. The Fandom would implode in the best possible way if CrissColfer became canon. You can't tell me you've never read those fanfictions." Ashley bumped his shoulder with her fist playfully.
Chris turned a slight pink. "Sometimes when people send me links.. I'll take a peek."
Ashley laughed again. "Exactly. So you know that your fans just want you to be happy." She paused. "That, and go for a shirtless photo shoot."
Chris rolled his eyes, smacking her arm gently.
They stayed in silence for a moment.
Ashley spoke first. "So what's the game plan, Colfer?"
Chris sighed. "I don't know. All I know is that I need to talk to Darren. As soon as possible."
After Ashley left, Chris had popped 4 aspirin, showered, tried to eat something and got dressed. He had gone for the most form fitting clothes he had; and he looked amazing.
As he left his apartment building, Chris was blinded by flashing cameras. No matter how long he'd been famous, he'd never get used to this.
"Reports have you leaving Darren Criss' house in the early hours of this morning. Do you have any comment?"
As the reporter spoke, Chris felt his heart drop. What could he say? Nothing that came out of his mouth would be okay. We were drinking at the bar and chipped for a taxi. Yeah, that would just add flame to the fire. So he took the obvious route- silence.
Chris ducked into the car, directing the driver where to go. He felt butterflies in his stomach. He had no idea how things would go. Hell, he didn't even know if Darren would be home.
As the driver pulled up to Darren's complex, Chris winced at the amount of cameras out front. They were seriously vultures. When he stepped out of the car, he braced himself.
"Are you here to see Darren Criss?"
"There are rumours surfacing that you are dating Darren Criss. Do you have anything to say?"
Chris scowled silently. There had been rumours that Darren and him had been dating since before Never Been Kissed aired.
"Definitely not dating. Our only relationship coworkers who are friends." Chris replied, more cameras flashing.
He finally made his way inside, nodding towards Darren's security guard. Well, at least he knew Darren was home.
Chris pushed the button on the elevator and his heart began to race. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the doors slid open, and Chris was walking towards Darren's condo.
"So what's going on with you and that Chris boy?" A familiar voice rang through the hall. Darren obviously had his mother on speaker phone.
He heard Darren sigh. "Same thing as the last time you asked."
Chris felt his stomach drop. They talked about him?
"I was only asking because of an article.."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to read the articles, Mom?"
"Well, this one said that Chris left your house early this morning. And well.."
Chris groaned at the same time Darren did.
"A few members of the cast went out for drinks last night. Chris and I drank too much so we split on a taxi and came back here."
Smooth, Darren, very smooth.
"Doesn't he live like a block from you? Why didn't he just go to his own house?"
Well then. Mama Criss was quick on her feet.
Darren was fumbling, so Chris took this moment to finally knock on the door.
"I have to go mom. Someone's at the door." Chris heard some shuffling and then the door opened.
Darren's jaw dropped when he saw Chris. The younger boy let him stare for a moment before speaking. "Uh, Hey Darren."
That snapped Darren out of his trance. "I..uh- Hey."
They stood awkwardly for a moment. "Are you going to let me in?" Chris finally said, and Darren stepped back to let him walk by. He closed the door slowly.
"What are you doing here, Chris? You made your decision crystal clear."
"I wanted to talk."
"I thought we had nothing to talk about?"
Chris was having flashbacks of their conversation from earlier. "Can we sit down?"
Darren eyed him curiously for a moment before to the couch. They both sat down.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Come on, Darren. Don't be like that. There's a reason I came."
Darren leaned back against the couch. "They saw you leaving my house this morning. My mom read it in an article."
Chris nodded. "Yeah, I know. The paparazzi kindly asked me what was going on when I left my apartment."
Darren muttered something that sounded like not surprised.
"And then when I got here, they asked if we were dating. As per the usual."
Darren thinned his lips. "Guess you'll never have to worry about saying yes to that."
"Darren, please." Chris was frowning. "I came here to talk to you about that."
Darren closed his eyes, humming lightly before opening them. "Sorry, it's been a long day. What did you want to say, Chris?"
"I wanted to say sorry. First and foremost. I haven't been nice, and I'm really sorry." Chris looked up from the couch.
Darren nodded and silently waited for Chris to continue.
"After you left, I called Ashley over. And talking to her made me realise a few things.."
"Like what?"
Chris paused for a moment. "Like the fact that I never even tried to look at you as anything other than my co-worker. You were always Darren Criss who plays my characters boyfriend on Glee. Never Darren Criss the human being. After last night, you became a human being. Then I was trying to convince myself that it would do more harm than good, getting involved with you."
The older boy sighed. "Yeah? And how did that work out for you?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Chris swallowed. "It didn't actually."
Darren sat up straighter.
"Ashley made a good point. I was being a pessimist. I was thinking of the glass as half empty as opposed to half full. I can see now that I wasn't being fair to you, or to myself really." Chris stopped to talk a breath. "This is going to sound so corny and unoriginal. But you know how in Silly Love Songs, Blaine tells Kurt he's no good at romance, and that he doesn't want to screw this up?"
Darren nodded and Chris continued.
"That's me, almost to the point. I've never had a boyfriend aside from Marcus. And up until last night the further I'd gone was blowjobs.."
Darren's eyes went wide. "So..uh..I.."
Chris nodded his head slightly. "You were my first. To be honest, I'm glad it was with someone I trust. Instead of someone else." He let the silence hang in the air for a few moments. "What I said earlier today, about you being a good friend? You are." Chris said quietly. "I don't know exactly what I want from you Darren, but I do know that I want you to be more than a friend." Another silence. "Darren, I'd really like it if you kissed me now."
Darren looked up from his hands and slowly shuffled closer to Chris. "You nearly killed me earlier. I was so sure that I had you and then it was like a kick in the chest when you said no." Darren looked up into Chris's eyes. "If you mention it later, I will deny it. But I've been a wreck all day. Crying like you wouldn't believe."
"I really am sorry, Darren. I was being closed minded, insensit-"
Darren had pressed his lips against Chris's.
It took a moment for Chris to realise what was happening. He quickly shifted his weight, returning the kiss with vigour. He used his hands to push Darren back against the couch, climbing into the older boys lap.
Darren placed his hands firmly on Chris's waist as he straddled him. A moan emitted from Darren's mouth when Chris started sucking on his neck. "I-..Shit, Chris."
Chris bit down on Darren's collar-bone when he felt his hips trying to buck against him looking for friction.
"Darren, please.." Chris moaned.
The older boy groaned as he placed one hand on Chris's back, promptly flipping them over so Darren was on top.
Chris latched his lips back onto Darren's, kissing passionately. He slid his hands down his back, scratching with his fingernails before pulling his shirt off.
Darren pulled away to begin working on Chris's shirt. "Now whose the genius wearing the stupid fucking buttons?" He muttered before giving up and just ripping the shirt open.
He lowered his head, flicking his tongue over one of Chris's nipples. Darren slid his mouth down the bare chest in front of him, enjoying every moan and yelp that came from Chris's lips.
"You make the most wonderful noises." Darren murmured against Chris's skin.
"Fuck, Darren."
"Yes, Chris?"
"I..I want-..nrrgh."
"What is it you want?"
Darren was smiling as he remembered that the roles were reversed last night.
"Urgh. I want you to touch me, Darren. Touch me and suck me. Please." Chris was begging and it was music to Darren's ears.
Chris pulled Darren into another kiss while Darren's fingers worked on the younger boys pants.
"Chris.." Darren couldn't get his mouth away long enough to speak. He brought his hands to Chris's chest, pushing him in the couch and away from his lips. "If you want me to suck your cock, you have to let me up so I can take off your pants." Darren breathed into the other boys ear. Chris's hands feel to his side in an instant.
Darren pushed up and onto his knees, and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Chris's jeans, pulling them down. He got a bit of a shock when Chris's cock sprung free, and Darren looked confused.
"Have you seen these jeans? Do you really think underwear could have fit underneath?" Chris stated as Darren threw his pants to the floor.
He leaned forward to press a quick kiss to Chris's lips before suddenly, without warning, wrapping his mouth around the younger boys leaking member.
It took all the self-control Chris had to not thrust into Darren's mouth.
Darren must have sensed the danger because he instantly brought his thumbs to Chris's hips, holding him in place.
"," Chris practically screamed, throwing his fingers into Darren's hair, pulling slightly.
Darren moaned around his cock and Chris very quickly felt the familiar warming sensation in his stomach. He tapped Darren's head, "I'm- I'm, fuck. Stop Darren, I want to do other things."
Darren pushed his tongue along the underside of Chris's cock, licking the pooling pre-cum off the tip as he pulled away. He looked up at Chris with swollen, red lips before attacking Chris with them and forcing his tongue inside Chris's mouth.
Not for the first time that evening, Chris was caught off guard until he realised what Darren was doing. He was making Chris taste himself. He supposed that he should probably be finding it disgusting, but the only thing he could think about was how fucking hot it was.
Both boys pulled away breathless. "You taste like fucking heaven, Chris. Seriously, if heaven had a taste, it would have to taste like you."
"Darren, you can't just say things like that!"
Chris got a dark look in his eyes before he was pushing Darren back and climbing on top of him.
They kissed passionately, a mess of limbs and wet kisses before Darren spoke. "Chris.. This morning, I meant what I said."
Chris stopped biting Darren's shoulder to look up at him. "Meant what?" He asked a little confused; he had thought they were done with this conversation.
"That I'm in love with you. You told me not to throw it around, and I wasn't. I just wanted you to know."
Chris smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Darren's lips. "Darren, I can say with almost certainty, that I will one day probably love you as well." He paused for a moment, making eye-contact. "I won't say it before I do, because that would just be silly. But rest assured, one day; that love will be requited."