AN: Again a filler, I'm having a test week at school this week and I can't really spend that much time writing now. But I promise it will be better once I don't have school anymore. Thank you so much for the reviews, story alerts, etc. they make my day.
Warnings from the first chapter apply. Also I can't write sex scenes, I'm a 15 year old lesbian, I shouldn't be able to even know this much about it, let alone write it.

Darren came back home a week later pretty rested, which in his case meant that he had more than 6 hours of sleep at night for a few days. He really hated wetting the bed, because he didn't have that much time to sleep and if he wet he'd have to get up and get clean before going back to sleep. Well he could also just lay in it, but he'd only made that mistake once, he'd woken up in the again, now completely covered in it, from his waist to his feet due to moving around in his sleep. After that he vowed to never, ever do that again.

In the last few weeks he'd really started to like the idea of diapers, well more the idea of sleeping all night. He'd searched online, ending up on sites for people with a diaper fetish, because they seemed to be the only people to know which ones fit right. He didn't really understand these people, why would you wet yourself on purpose, but he did learn new things about himself. Like he didn't like everything, but he'd like getting a bottle from Chris, not as primary source of food, just comfort. It wasn't sexual or anything, just being loved by someone, held close. He didn't know, it was weird and Chris would never find out about it.

After his research he bought a pack of diapers online, got them delivered at his brothers and told his brother to send them to him in a package without anything on it (just the way they usually did with the pads ever since his fame started to rise). A week later he got the package. When he came home Chris told him he had a package (Chris had practically moved in, the only thing still in his apartment was furniture and some of his wardrobe, because he simply enjoyed wearing Darren's clothes more. Even if it made the fans go crazy.) and asked what he'd bought. Darren face became a little red, as he answered.
"Diapers, I'm done with losing sleep and you're losing sleep too. And it's not your fault that I can't even keep the bed dry more than one day a week. Even if I'd still wake up, you wouldn't so that's a good thing."
"You really know that I don't mind, do you? I don't mind our midnight baths. Don't do it for me if you don't want to wear them. And do you actually know how to put a diaper on yourself."
"But I do mind, I don't like waking you up in the middle of the night. I hate saying that I had an accident and that we have to take a bath again. I don't like that I have to do laundry every day, I don't like the feeling of my clothes sticking to me. And that would be a no, I was kind of hoping you'd help me. You don't have to, but I would like the help."
A few tears ran down his face as he spoke of how he hated his problem. He really hated waking up feeling so warm and wet, it was so humiliating to tell Chris when it happened. It made him feel like a little kid, especially when Chris would peel all the wet clothes off him and he'd just stand there hugging himself. Or when he woke up just before it happened and he couldn't stop it, he'd try to stop the flow, but he couldn't.
Chris simply wiped Darren's tears away and told him that it was okay and that he'd help him.

They went to bed early that night, filming started early the day after and it became a habit when they started their midnight baths. Chris had laid down a towel on the bed and all the stuff that he'd need a diaper and some cream. Darren silently undressed and laid down on the bed feeling a little self-conscious because Chris would be looking at him, Chris would be touching him there and Darren couldn't hide behind anything. He'd lay there naked and vulnerable and Chris would've all the power, he could bring him down to nothing with a few sentences if he wanted to.
Chris started to rub some of the cream on Darren's skin, making sure he covered every inch because he didn't want Darren to get a rash. Chris had started at the front with Darren's dick, well let's say that little Darren didn't mind it at all. Chris however didn't stop to take care of it until he had made sure he was done, Darren was making whimpering sounds every time Chris touched him, Chris couldn't blame him, if Darren had done this to him he'd be hard as a rock too. Chris started stroking him again and within minutes Darren came all over his own stomach shouting out Chris' name, Chris gently kissed him on his lips before cleaning him off with a corner of the towel he was laying on.

Chris unfolded the diaper and tapped on Darren's hips to signal him to lift his hips, when they lifted up slightly he pulled the diaper under him. Making sure everything was right, dick pointing downwards, leg holes checked for open spaces to prevent leaks, taping it tight, but not too tight. When he was done Chris just let himself fall on the bed next to Darren.
"So, how does it feel? Not too tight or anything?"
"Weird, I can't even bring my legs together. I kind of want to cover it up and crawl under the covers to hide. But it's not too tight."
"Poor you, how about I get you some clothes and we can do just that. What do you want to wear?"
"Just the black shorts that you almost ripped off last week. It's kind of hot in here."
Chris threw THE black shorts to him (Darren hadn't lied, he had almost ripped them off Darren's body last week trying to get them undressed and in bed faster.) and threw on a shorts himself. After throwing all the stuff under the bed he got into bed next to Darren and fell asleep with his head on his chest feeling his boyfriend's heartbeat against his head.

AN: Please review and spread the word. I'm also going to upload chapter 2 as an one-shot. Most people stop reading after chapter one/first AN. So spread the word :) Love.