DARREN
Slosh, slosh
Darren stepped through the puddles and scattered mud as he made his way to Chris' house in the pouring rain. He was shuddering violently and trying his best not to chatter his pearly whites. Stepping up to Chris' mansion, he raised the knocker and gave it three good bangs, then released the handle. He let out a shiver when Chris answered, only in boxers. He didn't know if he shivered because it was cold and wet out, or because the most gorgeous man on Earth was standing before him. Darren bit his lip, running a hand through his thick, damp curls.
"H-hey," Darren stuttered, shifting his weight. He could feel the familiar hardness settling between his legs, "Mia thr-rew me out."
Chris' face went blank, a hardness appearing in those oh-so-gentle eyes. "What the fuck, D?" He stepped closer, laying his palm on Darren's cheek, "What happened?" Chris' fingers slowly traced a bruise over his right eye.
Darren winced, pressing his lips together, not trusting his voice.
Chris sighed, chewing on his bottom lip. Darren could see he had to struggle not to take Darren in his arms right then and there and hold him protectively.
"Come in, will you?" The other asked softly, taking his hand in his.
Darren nodded and walked in, crossing his arms. He let out a puffed breath of air, shrugging, "She hit me.."
Chris' face turned red, he clenched his fists.
Darren had never seen an expression so threatening on another's face.
Chris was about to go insane.
CHRIS
God damn, Darren looked fucking beautiful standing on his doorstep. Rain drops dangled at the end of his curls, his face damp and slightly puckered. His shirt practically molded to his chest, nipples hard. It was all Chris had in him not to pounce on Darren and make love right on the door.
When Darren announced Mia had hit him, he grit his teeth. For a small, not-so-threatening looking man, he could throw a fit that was more than a threat, it turned into a promise.
"What do you mean?" Chris asked, walking closer to the male. "What the hell happened back there?"
Darren tugged at the bottom of his shirt, looking away. "I told her that when we kissed for our scene, I liked it. That I was done lying. That I'm gay. And that.. I care for you.. a lot," He swallowed, "She went on a ranting fit, then punched me in the face," He squinted his nose. "I wasn't about to hit her back, so when I turned to leave, she managed to throw a lamp at me."
He lifted up the back of his shirt, seeing a thick gash from his back dimples to his shoulder blade. Darren's face flushed with red and he looked away.
"Baby," He whispered, not even realizing what he said, "My God.." Chris walked over, reaching out to touch the line. His thumb ran over the cut, wincing. Tears filled his eyes. His Darren.. feeling pain. He walked behind Darren, squatting down just a bit to kiss along the line.
"She won't touch you again. You're staying here with me.." He muttered. Darren shivered against his touch. Chris bit his tongue. He felt his erection grow. Jeez, was he really getting hard at a time like this?
Darren made a soft noise, clenching his fists. "Chris.." He shook.
Chris ignored him, kissing a trail along the gash. Eventually, he stood again, his mouth lingering on Chris' neck. His lips parted, tongue swiveling out to taste the other. Chris' eyes rolled back into his head, loving the taste of the man's delicate and sweet yet salty skin. Darren made a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and Chris turned him around, lips latched onto Darren's jaw.
"Beautiful.." Chris mumbled, his arms wrapping around Darren's waist.
Darren growled, licking his lips. "Chris.." He muttered again, now reaching for the boy's bulge. He rubbed, eyes wide.
"Ooh.." Chris' eyes fluttered open from their closed state. Darren cupped him, groaning. "Want you.." He said.
Chris gasped, bucking into his hand. He cupped his face, backing him up against the wall. "I swear to god, move your hand more, and there's no going back."
Darren squeezed, thumb running down his zipper.
That was it.
Chris' mouth claimed Darren's, a hunger so powerful moans escaped their hooked lips. Darren's tongue sweeped the other's mouth, gliding among the perfect teeth behind them. Chris bit down on Darren's bottom lip, pulling. Darren jerked him backward, heading for the kitchen. Chris' room was just out the door inside of the kitchen, but the boys knew they wouldn't make it.
Before he knew it, Chris was being pressed back against the sink. Darren's hips sank into his and Chris couldn't help but rock them with a hiss. The friction was powerful, sending jolts through the boys' bodies. Chris' hand slid through Darren's slick locks, tugging at the curls. Darren thrusted his hips forward, working on Chris' blue jeans. He tore them off, throwing them on the ground. Chris took off Darren's shirt in one quick movement, suckling on those nipples which were all hard for him. It was Darren's turn to run his fingers through Chris' soft hair, massaging his scalp. His mouth opened, no sound coming out.
Within minutes, the men were undressed. Chris grabbed the other's ass, licking the path down Darren's jugular. Darren ran his fingers down Chris' chest, settling on the boy's v-line, tracing the hair that lay there. Chris shivered, arching to Darren's touch. Darren's fingers curled around his male's cock, thumb rubbing across the slit. Darren pumped him, the foreskin moving along with his touch slightly. Precum formed at the tip and Darren got on his knees, mouth placed on his cock. His tongue snaked out, licking any drops of liquid that was released.
Chris groaned, circling his hips as Darren sucked him. He couldn't help but thrust forward. God, this was pure bliss. Chris thought he saw stars. He had never felt this good. He'd been with a few men, but none made him feel like this. God, was Darren swallowing his pre-ejaculation? He couldn't take this much longer. "Darren.." He struggled to get the words out. "Come here."
Darren had a wicked grin on, but it was wiped off when Chris pulled him up by his hips. Chris ran his index finger across Darren's moist lips, entering one inside. Then another. And another. Darren instantly sucked on it, tongue teasing the man's gentle fingers.
Chris almost lost it from the act. He released his fingers and ran it down Darren's body, pushing one abruptly inside of the man. Darren groaned out, whimpering. He wriggled against his finger, ass clenching. Chris kissed at his collar bone, whispering, "Shh, shh, still." His finger pressed deeper into Darren, and he gradually added more. His fingers pumped, running along the walls of the other man, hitting all of the right places.
Darren screamed out, his load shooting onto Chris' chest. Fucking hot, Chris thought, taking a swipe of milky liquid off his chest and letting his mouth take a sample. Chris didn't want this to end yet, no. He kissed a path along Darren's hip bones, prepared to make him hard again, but when he looked straight forward, he saw Darren's penis erect yet again.
Damn, this boy is heaven..
Darren licked his lips, grabbing Chris and pinning him stomach down against the hard wooden table. He took no time crawling on top of him, hands pushing down on Chris'. He slid down a bit, his mouth exploring the back of Chris' perfect body. Mouth puckered, his tongue prodded at the boy's hole, tracing circles on him. His tongue dipped in, swirling inside of the male. Chris squirmed, rubbing his shaft against the table to release some tension.
Darren snaked up his body once more, slowly easing his tip into the male. "Uhhn.." He moaned out. Chris could come from the sound of this boy's moans. Darren dove inside of him, his dick surrounded by the tight heat of Chris' entrance. The familiar burning feeling overwhelmed Chris, sending chills down his spine. Darren hammered inside of the male, not being gentle, not this time. He rammed against his co-star's prostate, Chris' ass jiggling against his ball sac. The sound of their skin colliding filled the room. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and come. As Darren reached beneath Chris to squeeze softly at the male's cock, Chris spent, shooting his seed along the kitchen table. Chris' orgasm sent Darren over the edge. He seen stars as he rode his second orgasm, pounding into the male.
When they were finished, the boys, panted, not even bothering to move. They fell asleep, intertwined together on the kitchen table.
Chris' last thought was that he decided not to give a damn if his maid walked in.
And Darren muttered something about not giving a fuck if anyone walked in. Ever.
And they both knew that they were in for life.
Together.
