Day Four
The smell of bacon frying is what wakes him up. Turning onto his back and sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Darren stretches his arms above his head and yawns. Stepping off the bed and walking to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower, he heads to the kitchen with damp hair in fresh clothes.
Stopping right before the kitchen, standing where Chris can't see him, he watches as he dances and sings as he cooks. The sight of him in boxers and a thin cotton shirt, using the spatula in his hand as a microphone, he can't help but think how cute he looks as he dances when he thinks no one is looking.
Laughing when he belts out a line from a song, shaking his ass as he dances, Darren bites his lip to stifle his laughter. Watching him, seeing him being so care-free and relaxed, he can't buy to admire how sexy that makes Chris look. He could stand there for hours and watch him as he joyously acts like a side of himself rarely seen.
Watching him, the urge to go up to him and stop him, wrap his arms around his slim waist and skirt his hands up his shirt, skimming over soft flesh, hits him hard. Never before has he wanted someone like he's wanted Chris. And it doesn't scare him. It has him thinking too much about why these feelings are suddenly coming to surface.
Where it should be easy, like it used to be with girls, to ignore and push them away, now he finds they just continue to grow. They continue to build and build. And he has no idea what it is about Chris that ignites these kinds of feelings.
Shaking his head, knowing it's too early for thoughts like that, he walks into the kitchen and talks.
"Morning," Darren's voice calls out behind him.
Startling in the middle of dancing, Chris embarrassedly turns to find Darren standing in the kitchen with a sly smile on his face. "How long have you been standing there?" he asks as he covers his face with the spatula.
"Long enough for me to learn that you know all the words to Mo' Money, Mo' Problems," Darren tells him, chuckling.
"That's a great song!" Chris playfully defends.
"It is a great song," Darren agrees, nodding his head. "I'm just surprised you know all the rap parts."
"I have my talents." Turning to the bacon frying and pancakes cooking, Chris flips them and turns off the stove, food finished. "Breakfast is ready," he announces as he plates the last pancakes and the bacon.
Sitting at the island when he sets the plates down, he stabs a few pancakes and drops them on his plate. Grabbing a few strips of bacon, he eats half of one.
"Do you always dance and sing when you cook?" Darren teases as he cuts off a piece of pancake, stabbing it with the fork.
"Only when I think no is watching," Chris responds. Pouring himself a glass of orange juice, he takes a drink. "Did you enjoy the show?"
"The little I caught," Darren replies with a chuckle. "What other rap songs do you know?"
"A few." Chris arches an eyebrow and smirks.
"Seems we are learning new things about each other while here," Darren retorts, taking a bite of bacon.
"That we are."
After finishing breakfast, he stands next to Chris as they clean the few dishes they used. The occasional brush of Chris' body against his sends a tingle up and along his spine.
"Want to go swimming?" he asks as he dries the plate Chris hands him. "I've only gone when we got here, and you haven't even gotten close to the water."
"We have to wait an hour," Chris points out. "But, sure."
"It's a date." Darren doesn't know why he says it, meaning for it to sound friendly. But he likes how it sounds more friendly than it should.
"A date," Chris repeats.
Darren smiles and nudges his shoulder, seeing him blush.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking himself over in just his swim trunks, towel slung over his shoulder, Chris can't believe he's worried about how he looks. He feels like a teen getting ready for their first date. It's only Darren. It shouldn't make butterflies form in his stomach at knowing he'll be seeing him like this. It's a stupid swim. Shaking his head, knowing he's being stupid, he grabs the sun-block and walks out of the room.
In his room, Darren makes sure he looks good. He wants to make sure he doesn't go out there with something misplaced or something on him he didn't know about. Turning around and looking over his shoulder at the reflection of his backside in the mirror, he looks himself up and down and figures he looks good.
No big deal. Just a swim with his best friend he is looking at in a totally new light.
Standing on the deck, towel now slung over the back of a chair, Chris works the sun-lotion into his arms. Hearing the sliding door open behind him, he looks over his shoulder to smile at Darren. But seeing him in only his swim trunks, Chris' breath catches at the expanse if tan skin and muscles, and the lines of his V that lead down to something he shouldn't be thinking about.
Quickly looking to the water, his mind races with the image of Darren as he just saw him. Getting himself under control, he breathes and reaches as far behind him to work the lotion onto his back.
"Let me," Darren chuckles as he takes the lotion from his hands.
Hands slightly shaking as he squeezes some lotion onto his palm, Darren spreads it over his hands and rests them on Chris' back.
When he stepped outside and saw Chris there moving his hand over his arm, long, lean torso on display in a way he'd never seen before, all the air left him and his shorts became a little tighter. The sight was fucking sexy; it had him desperate to touch and taste and explore every inch of Chris' body. He just stared at the beauty that was the man in front of him.
Working the lotion into Chris' back, hands moving over soft skin and muscle, Darren wants to touch for as long as he can. He wants to keep his hands to Chris' back for longer than it takes to put the lotion on. He wants to lean down and kiss his way up Chris' spine, placing his lips to every knob of his spine and make him tremble with the touches.
Moving to Chris' lower back, he massages and works the lotion in over the skin there. Barely dipping his fingers past the waistband of his shorts, Darren bites his lip to hold in the moan he wants to release at touching skin he wishes he could see more of.
The brush of fingers past the waistband of his swim trunks has Chris holding in a gasp he wants to release. The fingers skim and brush at an area that has his blood suddenly boiling with pleasure. He figures it's just Darren thoroughly making sure every inch of his skin is protected.
Upset when Darren removes his hands, Chris turns to him and smiles. "Thanks," he tells him.
"My pleasure," Darren replies in a way that has Chris unable to tell if he is joking or being serious. "Let's go swim."
"Okay."
Walking down the steps and into the hot sand, Chris hops for a few seconds at how hot it just is. "Oh, my god," he complains. "It's fucking hot."
"Water is right there." Darren points as he stands there in the hot sand like it's nothing. "All you have to do is keep walking."
"Fuck walking," Chris retorts. With a smirk to Darren, he runs for the water.
Letting out an excited scream when a wave hits him, he dives under and swims out a few yards. Sputtering water as he surfaces, he spots Darren slowly making his way to him.
"Nice of you to join me," he jokes as he treads water.
"Shut up." Darren smiles to show he is only teasing. "Besides," he says. "If a shark were out here, I wouldn't have been the one in trouble."
"No," Chris readily agrees. "You'd be the one saving me from trouble."
"Who says I'd save you?" Darren jokes.
"You'd let me become shark bait? Rude."
"You never know," Darren shrugs his shoulders as he talks. "There might be a Bruce out there."
"Bruce?" Chris asks confused.
"Shark from Finding Nemo that swore off fish," Darren fills him in.
"Oh," Chris says as it clicks for him. Diving under the water when it gets a bit too hot, he resurfaces and pushes his hair back, treading water still. "But he only swore off fish. I'm a human. He'd find a loop hole and eat me."
"Well then, I couldn't help you." Darren smirks.
"Nice to know I have true friends."
Swimming out a bit more, Chris stops and turns around, finding Darren gone.
Diving under the water, Darren swims to Chris. Deciding to have some fun, he grabs his ankles and pulls him under. Seeing him panic for a second under the water and then see him, Darren avoids the kick he tries to land, laughing at him. Grabbing his wrist when Chris playfully punches him in the arm, Darren pulls him close and pushes to the surface, holding him tight.
Gasping for breath once they break the surface of the water, Chris sputters out the water in his mouth.
Feeling Darren holding him close, clutching him tightly, Chris realizes just how close they are. Their legs tangle under the water; their chest are close enough for the other to feel as it expands when they breathe. He can see specks of green and yellow in Darren's eyes as he stares into his eyes. He can feel the racing of Darren's heart beneath his hand where Darren holds it to his chest.
"Dare..." he whispers, not knowing what to say or do.
He notices Darren's eyes dart to his lips a few times, and doing the same. Watching as Darren licks the drops of water from his lips, Chris thinks about how much he would have loved to have done that.
Not moving as he watches Darren lean forward and nuzzle his nose along his cheek, his hand roaming down and splaying over his back. He nuzzles his own nose in the crook of Darren's neck, breathing in the same scent from the night before.
Staring at Chris' lips when he pulls back, Darren wants to nip at his bottom lip, pull it between his teeth and suck. Leaning forward once again, he stops a few inches from Chris' parted lips in a gasp.
He can feel it. It's strong. Stronger than anything he's ever felt between another person. This connection he has with Chris that is drawing him in and driving him wild. It's what has him right here wanting to so desperately press his lips to Chris' and kiss him until the sun sets and rises again.
Feeling Chris' warm breath on his lips as he breathes out, he, somehow, manages to pull him closer. Staring into Chris' luminous eyes filled with a mixture of fear and doubt and want and desire, Darren knows his eyes reflect his own.
Treading water as the sun shines down on them, warming their skin, Chris longs to close that last little space between their mouths.
Gasping when Darren's lips brush his in an almost kiss, tongue darting out to barely lick his bottom lip, Chris realizes what they are doing. He knows this is stupid. This is something when caught up in the moment, which they are. This is Darren acting on something he isn't. Knowing he'll regret it later.
Pushing away from the kiss that almost is, Chris looks at Darren and swims away.
Reaching the shore about two minutes later, he quickly walks to the house. Grabbing his towel and wrapping it around himself, he goes inside and thinks about what just happened.
Darren almost kissed him. Darren. The same Darren he's wanted for years but kept those hopes at bay because he knew he wasn't like that. Or so he thought.
"Chris?" Darren calls behind him.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," he says as he turns and smiles at Darren, forcing his mouth to even do that.
Watching Chris pad away, holding the towel tight around him, Darren knows he fucked up big time. Here he was wanting Chris and not even thinking that maybe Chris didn't want him back. He had thought, but more liked hoped, that Chris liked him like that. But he's beginning to think he read everything wrong.
Walking to the bathroom in his bedroom, he strips out his swim trunks and steps into the shower. Needing to rid his mind of Chris, he turns the water on as hot as it can go and let's the scorching water that hits his skin distract him.
Sitting on the tile of the shower, hugging his knees to his chest, water, once hot but now cold, falling around him, Chris wonders what would have happened if they had kissed. Would they still be out in the water kissing? Would they be stumbling to the nearest soft surface and fumbling with the little clothes they have? Would Darren tell him it was mistake? Which he figured would have been the most likely response. His mind is filled with questions he can't find the answer to. Feeling like he's trying to solve a crossword with no clues.
Making a sandwich after his shower, first bottle of beer almost finished, Darren watches as Chris tentatively steps into the kitchen.
"Listen," he starts off. "I'm sorry about what happened in the water."
"It's fine." Chris waves his hand for emphasis; as if to show it was nothing.
Of course he is sorry, Chris thinks. It was mistake for him. Of course.
"That lunch?" he asks as he watches Darren start to make another sandwich.
"Yeah," Darren replies as he nods his head. "Want a beer?"
"Sure." Taking the beer Darren grabs and holds out for him; Chris finishes more than half of it in one drink. Today is a day to get drunk and forget mistakes that almost were.
Sitting in the sand under an umbrella after they eat, Chris drinks his third beer, already feeling a buzz starting. A few feet in front of him, he watches Darren attempt to build a sandcastle. Of course, calling it a sandcastle might be a little on the nice side of whatever sits in front of Darren. All he sees is a giant pile of sand in a mound that looks like a small hill. "All you need is the leaf," he says below a shout.
"What?!" Darren looks at Chris confused, thinking he's verging on drunk.
"A leaf," Chris repeats, letting out a small laugh. "You look like Stitch when he tried to build the sandcastle and he set the leaf on top, attempting to make it look awesome. But it looked like shit."
"Are you calling my sandcastle shit?" Darren laughs as he watches Chris reach for his fourth beer. He can understand him getting drunk. After all, his best friend tried to kiss him when he most likely didn't want it.
"If the boot fits," Chris shouts back as he barely touches the bottle of beer sticking out of the ice in the cooler sitting a few feet from him.
"Say that again, Cowboy." Darren sees Chris chuckle as he gets the reference. Falling back in the sand and clutching his stomach as he laughs out loud, he watches as Chris lies in the sand where he just fell.
"Fuck you!" Chris gripes at him, pushing himself up and pulling the cooler closer to him before sitting down.
Darren thinks about how he would very much like that.
Twisting the cap off the bottle, tossing it in the direction of Darren, seeing it land on his stomach, Chris drinks his new beer. Grabbing a beer as Darren sits down next to him, he holds it out for him, feeling him take it.
"We should build a bonfire," Chris suggests as he watches the oceans as the sun slowly starts to set, throwing various colors on the calm water.
"I don't think you should be around any kinds of flames right now," Darren tells him.
"You should build a bonfire, then," Chris suggests instead. "I'll get the alcohol and marshmallows."
"Sounds good to me."
"Okay." Standing up, Chris heads to the house to grab a few bottles of liquor.
Grabbing logs to start a fire, Darren walks out to where they were sitting and drops the wood. Digging a shallow hole, he sets the logs up and looks around for some paper. Wadding up some old newspaper he finds, he sets it on fire and places it next to the logs, quickly seeing a fire start.
Sitting back on the sand, knees up and arms on his knees, he chuckles at seeing a tipsy Chris walking back with three bottles of liquor and a bag of marshmallows in his hands.
"I grabbed the vodka, tequila, and," Chris eyes a bottle he holds. "Whatever this is."
"I think that's whiskey," Darren tells him as he takes the bottle of tequila. Taking a swig, the liquid warm as it slides down his throat, he already knows they are going to get wasted enough to forget all inhabitations.
He doesn't remember how they got here. But he couldn't care at the moment as he hungrily kisses Darren as he grips his thighs and fucks him. The noises he's making; moans and whimpers that mix together has him fucking him harder and wanting to continue make him produce those noises.
It's not stupid that they're doing this. The first time a few hours ago as Chris fucked him was amazing and spectacular. The best lay he's ever had. That's why they're here now as he slowly fucks Chris in a way that has him whining low in his throat. Feeling him arch his back and push his hips back on him, Darren kisses along the column of his exposed neck as he tips his head back to him, slowly rolling his hips forward, hearing Chris release a breathy whimper.
This is right, he thinks with a fuzzy brain. This is right.
Day Five
Groaning as he opens his eyes, feeling like death warmed over, Chris' head pounds and his mouth is dry. Sitting up, sun hurting as it falls around him; he hangs his head and realizes he's naked. Hearing someone shift behind him, he looks over to find Darren just as naked still asleep.
Quietly jumping out of bed, grabbing the pillow that falls to the floor and using it to cover his body as he presses to the wall by the bed, he stares at Darren and has the activities from the night before flood his mind. He remembers sitting in front of the fire drunk and laughing at something Darren said. Then as he stared at him, the mood quickly shifted and they were instantly kissing like crazy.
After that there was tearing and fumbling with clothes once back in the house and trying to walk to any bedroom. They fell into bed and bypassed any kind of foreplay and quickly went into him fucking Darren.
God, he thinks, he and his best friend stepped...no, practically sprinted over a line that they shouldn't have...Twice. Because after falling asleep, they woke up a few hours later and it was Chris' turn to be fucked.
Remembering how it felt to have Darren inside him has arousal pooling in his stomach, and wanting to feel that again. He wants to wake Darren up and ask him to do that again. But he can't.
They were both drunk, and that was no excuse for what they did. Darren will vastly regret this and chalk it up to him not being himself and that it was a mistake. A mistake that was amazing...twice, Chris' brain tells him. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, he tells himself, needing to think and figure out what he's going to do.
Seeing Darren stir some in his sleep, he figures it's probably best if he just takes a shower for now; wash away everything.
Standing under the hot spray of water a few minutes later, Chris thinks about how stupid they were being. Sleeping together! Fucking his best friend who has never even hinted at being more than what he's presented to everybody. He feels like shit. He should have stopped it.
Memories of the night before flood his mind, again, and he can't help but to remember how amazing Darren felt around him. How he looked and sounded and acted as he fucked him. Yeah, he thinks, no possible way a drunk him would have stopped from that.
Running a soaped up loofah over his body is when he realizes their biggest mistake from the night before.
Looking up when someone steps into the room, Darren sees Chris stop and his eyes go wide.
Waking up a few minutes before was a big shock for him. Naked and remembering the night before, where he thought he might feel regret or distaste for what happened, there was a warmth and a longing for it again. It was amazing, and he's not scared to admit that.
He slept with another man; he slept with Chris, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself both times it happened. It's not weird for him. He won't look at Chris and say this was his entire fault this happened, because he clearly remembers wanting it as much as Chris did. He remembers how the look on Chris' face pretty much confirmed he wanted what occurred between them.
But sitting here now, seeing the worry plainly written all over Chris' face, he starts to think about how Chris probably didn't want this. Feeling like a jackass for not stopping the night before; for taking advantage of an inebriated Chris. He covers his face and groans, falling back on the bed.
If he still wondered, that was answer enough to his question, Chris thinks as he watches Darren. Hearing him groan in frustration was a pretty big sign that he regretted last night.
Tentatively taking a step forward, seeing Darren drop his hands and look to him, he knows he has to bring it up. There's no avoiding it.
"Darren," he quietly says, stopping at the end of the bed. He tries not to look at Darren's naked body, only covered by a thin sheet around his hips.
"Yeah?" he says, pushing himself back up.
"I just wanted to say that last night was a...mistake," he tells him. "We were both drunk and not thinking clearly. It shouldn't have happened."
He doesn't know why he held his breath when Chris was deciding how to describe last night. Of course it was a mistake for him. He doesn't have feelings for him like that. Last night for Chris couldn't have been anything but a mistake.
"Yeah," he nods his head and quietly agrees. "A mistake."
Mistake! Chris' brain yells at him. That was far from a mistake!
He so desperately wishes it could have been anything but. But he can tell by the look in Darren's eyes as he stares at him that he regrets the night before big time.
Now he has the big topic to bring up, he thinks.
"Umm...There's something else," he mumbles.
Darren doesn't think there's more he can take at the moment. The guy he wants just plain as day admitted he doesn't see him like that. Nothing more could matter.
"What is it?" he inquires, figuring it's important if Chris is bringing it up now.
"We didn't use protection," Chris informs him, looking a bit worried. "I'm pretty sure neither of us thought to pack condoms to a get away with a friend."
Darren hears the forced laugh Chris lets out after he tries to joke. Shifting his ass the slightest, he realizes Chris is right. He can feel the dried cum between his thighs where it leaked out.
It's then that it clicks for him what Chris is really asking.
"Don't worry," he tells him. "I'm clean."
"Me too," Chris says.
Holding the blanket tightly around his hips, he stands up off the bed. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"I'll make breakfast or something."
Walking out of the room after Darren went into the bathroom, Chris sighs as he goes over everything. Yeah, sleeping with your best friend is bad. But to do it without protection!
He's never done that before. Not with anybody he's been with. Adamant that it's always used, he can't believe how stupid he was last night.
It seems to be piling up.
Sleep with your friend? Stupid.
Don't use protection? Stupid.
Want to repeat the night before even though said friend doesn't see you like that? Extremely Stupid.
At this point, he is pretty sure he couldn't do anything smart.
