Title: Who You Gonna Call?
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M+. Plus. Plusplusplus.
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Darren
Word count: 2,471
Summary: Darren needs to learn to move his hips for 'It's Not Unusual'. And there's really only one other person in the Glee cast that knows how to move their hips that well.. RPF.
Warnings/Spoilers: Oh look. More smut!
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the Glee universe. Nor do I know Chris or Darren and so I hope to God they never see this..
"I didn't actually expect you to agree," Darren says, his eyes widening.
"Why not? I need a shower too. We can conserve water."
"Um…" Darren nods slowly as he rolls out of the bed. "Yes, conserve water. That's a good plan." He stands gingerly and shakes his legs out.
"Sorry if it hurts," Chris mumbles, aware of his own aching ass from the previous night.
Darren shrugs. "I'm not. Come on." He holds out his hand and Chris crawls over the bed to take it. Darren kisses him gently, winding his arms over Chris' back and holding him.
"Um, Dare? Shower?"
"Just gimme a minute to cuddle you," Darren says, his chin tucking over Chris' shoulder snugly. Chris sighs, his arms around Darren's waist and holding the two of them close. He could possibly stand like this forever, except he'd naked and Darren is naked and he needs a shower. So he steps away, even as Darren frowns and retrieves a second towel.
"Well I'm showering. Don't know what you plan on doing," Chris says as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door. He starts turning the taps on and realises he really needs to pee, so he takes the opportunity while Darren isn't there to relieve himself and then hops into the shower, groaning as the hot water falls over his stomach and washes some of the grime of sweat and come off him.
And although he expected it, he still jumps when Darren slides up behind him and presses their bodies together. They're so close that only a few trails of water slip between them, most of it spilling away.
"Darren, you're hardly getting clean here," Chris laughs, wiggling free and turning.
"I'll get clean through osmosis."
"I'm not sure it works like that," Chris teases, adjusting the head of his shower so it hits Darren's chest and he wipes his hand down the chest and stomach covered with dark, curly hair. "Can I wash you?" Chris asks, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
Darren shivers at the idea and nods, afraid to speak as he watches Chris smile happily and pick up his bottle of soap. Chris squeezes the blue soap into his hands and Darren is reminded of a similar type of bottle Chris had just been using and forces his eyes shut, twitching when he feels Chris' hands on his shoulders. He rubs slowly, little circles and tugs and pushes as he works his hands down the length of Darren's arms. He wonders if he'll ever be cleaner than after this shower because Chris is thoroughly scrubbing him down, fingers raking down his chest and working the soap into a lather that smells like vanilla and fruit and Darren thinks about buying the soap just so he can be reminded of this moment for the rest of his life.
With hands gliding over Darren's stomach, Chris watches him closely, eyes darting between Darren's face and the way his stomach muscles clench and his cock makes an effort to get hard again. He steps back and pulls Darren with him into the spray of the water, and the soapy mess he had made washes away to reveal Darren's stupid perfection. He leans in, kisses Darren firmly, and turns him around to wash his back. Darren holds himself against the wall with his hands as Chris massages his back hard and down his spine. It feels glorious and he can feel the exhaustion in his muscles easing. When Chris presses behind him to kiss the back of his neck, his gasp turns into a whimper as Chris washes off the soap and then starts kissing down his clean back. And when he feels Chris exhale on his hip, his breath catches.
"I…I'm going to clean you, yeah?" Chris asks, and Darren nods, a hand reaching behind to find Chris, and Chris links their fingers together, squeezing.
Darren can't help the sounds he makes as Chris slides their hands between the cheeks of Darren's ass and cleans him so tenderly and delicately and with such love that Darren wants to cry. He can feel the gentle pressure of Chris' fingers working him clean and his knees quiver when Chris starts rubbing down his thighs. And then Chris is kissing his way up Darren's body and cuddling him from behind.
"Why are you crying?" he says softly, and Darren is suddenly aware of the fact that he is crying. He shrugs and Chris' chin rests on Darren's shoulder. "Dare?"
"I don't know," Darren replies, wiping his eyes. "Maybe I'm just overwhelmed. I've never…had someone take care of me like that…"
"That's just me cleaning you," Chris says, kissing Darren's shoulder.
"Well…thank you."
"Do you want me to wash your hair?"
"I-if you want." Darren wants. But he doesn't want to push Chris.
"Get onto your knees, it'll make it easier," Chris says, returning the soap bottle to it's location and picking up the shampoo.
Darren kneels awkwardly, and then Chris' magic fingers are in his hair, winding through his wet curls.
"You don't need to be so gentle," he says, and Chris pulls a little.
"You're turned on by it, aren't you?" Chris says, and he may as well be discussing the weather.
"Your fingers are wonderful appendages," he mumbles, a blissful smile creeping over his face as Chris massages his scalp.
"I guess it's good I have useful appendages," Chris replies.
"You have a number of useful appendages."
"Do I?" He scoops water over Darren's head and the shampoo trickles down his back in bubbly white rivulets.
"Mhmmm…" Darren hums, enjoying the warm water and Chris' hands and everything about this moment. Chris continues to wash out the shampoo, ruffling his hair to make sure all the little bits are gone and wiping around his ears.
"What's another of my appendages you like?" Chris asks as he starts working in the conditioner.
Darren feels his face flush and he swivels around, stares up at Chris through his long, damp lashes. "I'm sure you can tell," he says, his eyes darting to Chris' half-hard cock which is at his eye level.
"Mm, I guess I can," Chris agrees, his hands coiling in Darren's curls. He doesn't expect it when Darren blows warm air over his cock and then licks at the end of it. Darren watches as Chris' erection grows as he licks and kisses at it and then places his mouth over it, stretching his lips and hollowing his cheeks.
"Fuck, Darren…" Chris moans, fingers clenching roughly. Darren rubs his tongue along the underside of Chris' cock and Chris' hips jerk before Darren presses his hand to Chris' hips to hold him steady. Chris isn't sure if Darren has done this before but holy fuck he knows how to work his mouth and he wonders if he can pull Darren's hair out because his hands are so tight. "Y-you need to s-s-stop," he stutters.
Darren looks up at him, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no," Chris yanks at his hair and he stands and Chris is pushing him into the wall of the shower with a soft thud, kissing him roughly. Darren can feel Chris' erection against his stomach and he uses the water to smear his hands over Chris' lithe, smooth body, tugging at his ass until they're firmly pressed against each other. Chris grabs Darren's hands and raises them above his head, tangling their fingers together as he kisses him harder and needier.
"Jesus, Chris," Darren breathes as he shivers, Chris kissing over his jaw and over his neck. "You're driving me crazy."
Chris reaches between them, grips their erections together and Darren grunts. "Will you fuck me?" he says as he bites Darren's earlobe.
"W-will…" Darren's nearly incoherent and he turns his lust-blown, dark eyes to look at Chris. Chris glances at him shyly. "Fucking hell," Darren mutters as he spins Chris around to shove him back onto the shower wall. "You can't just…" he bites at the junction of Chris' jaw and neck beneath his ear and Chris shudders and groans. Darren slips his hands beneath Chris' leg and tucks it over his waist like the previous night, rutting their erections together. Darren is pressing hot, fast kisses over Chris' throat as he rubs a finger over Chris' entrance. Chris' noises turn needy and his hips jerk, dick pressing hard into Darren's belly.
"How much should I use my hip practice?" Darren says, finger disappearing quickly into Chris and Chris claws at his back. "How loud can I make you scream?"
"Oh…oh…Darren…Dare…please…" At some other time, maybe Chris would be horrified at how desperate he sounds but Darren is already pushing a second finger into him, opening him quickly and it's not rough but it's not exactly gentle either and it hurts a little because of the sex last night but it also mingles with the pleasure and he tightens his leg around Darren's hip.
"You want it so bad, don't you?" Darren growls, and he's not sure where this is coming from but Chris isn't objecting as he breaches the tight ring with a third finger and starts scissoring his fingers. He can feel Chris panting hard and the water is hot on his back and the steam in the bathroom is making him a little dizzy. He kisses Chris, fucks his mouth using his tongue until Chris is struggling for breath.
"C'mere," Darren says, encouraging Chris to hitch his other leg up.
"Are you strong enough?" Chris says when he hesitates.
Darren rolls his eyes, grabs the leg and forces it over his waist before slamming Chris against the wall. "You doubt me, Colfer?" he breathes, licking a stripe along Chris' throat. "I'll fuck you so hard into this wall you won't be able to stand when I'm done."
"Ohh…" Chris gasps, arms finding their way around Darren's neck as Darren nibbles him.
"Are you ready, Chris?" Darren asks, and a thrill burns down Chris' spine as he nods. Darren adjusts his grip and suddenly he's buried deep in Chris in one swift movement and Chris shrieks, part pain and part pleasure. Darren holds still, trembling slightly as he holds Chris to the wall. "Shh…shh…it's okay…it's okay…just adjust now…I'm sorry…" he coos and he wipes at the tears that have slipped down Chris' face.
"N-no," Chris whimpers, exhaling and forcing himself to relax. "It's o-okay. Promise."
Darren doesn't reply, pressing his cheek to Chris' as he waits. And then Chris gives a wobbly nod and Darren is slower now, prising him open as they kiss with teeth and tongue and little sucks and bites at lips and tongues and Darren swallows the whimpers that Chris emits but has to tear their mouths away when he pushes in roughly, completely filling Chris and Chris clenches his fingers so hard into Darren's hair and back he thinks there might be marks.
"God," Chris shudders, his cheek leaning against Darren's wet hair.
"Just Darren," he gasps, working his hips back and forth.
"S-sounds li-ah!-ke something Ha-rry says," Chris chokes out and Darren muffles a laugh, shifting to angle Chris differently when he pushes in this time and he's rewarded with the cry he had been waiting for. "Dare…yes…god…"
He keeps quiet this time, thrusting his hips into Chris as he feels his own orgasm build. His legs are shaking badly and he clamps his mouth onto Chris' shoulder, rutting into him hard and quickly as Chris babbles incoherently.
"C-come for me," he stutters, snapping his hips. "L-loud…be loud…no one c-an hear you…c-come on…"
And Chris is gripping his legs so hard over Darren's waist it makes moving hard but he keeps going as he burning in his belly intensifies and as Darren starts to feel his world white-out, he hears Chris' fractured scream of pleasure and the throb of his muscles around Darren and the pulsing of his cock as he comes between them and he's faintly aware that he's coming but it's all too much as he bites down hard into Chris' neck…
It takes him a minute to come back to himself and he's aware of how badly his legs are wobbling under Chris' weight as he unwinds Chris' legs and Chris dangles them until they hit the floor of the shower. And when he can stand, briefly, on his own legs, Darren sinks down until he's sitting and Chris follows him, awkwardly sitting in a way that avoids either of their tender asses to touch the ground but they can still kiss and touch and taste and Darren finds himself enjoying knowing that Chris hisses at his left nipple being touched.
Chris tips his head back and the water falls over his face. Darren is entranced, watching the way is splashes off his cheeks and then Chris kisses him with a sort of passion that has never been there before.
"Can I keep you?" he asks, cradling Darren's face and running his thumb over the stubble along Darren's chin.
"Fucking always," Darren replies.
Chris laughs. "Is that a 'yes, always' type of answer or a 'or we're going to do is fuck always'?"
Darren has to stop and think about that and Chris laughs again. "How about both?"
"You might just be the death of me," Chris smiles as his fingers brush through Darren's wet curls.
"Pleasurable way to go," Darren replies, eyebrows dancing. Chris rolls his eyes.
"So um…" He glances between them. "So much for conserving water."
Darren chuckles. "I guess it's my turn now to clean you."
"Make it fast. I want to crawl into bed and sleep," Chris whines.
"Have to change the sheets first though," Darren points out as he grabs Chris' bottle of soap and starts rubbing it in.
"Spare room," Chris mumbles, eyes flickering shut as he melts under Darren's hands.
Darren does as Chris had suggested, keeping the washing quick for some other point in time. He shuts off the water, eases Chris into a standing position, wraps them each in a towel and Chris wanders away to the spare bedroom, tumbling onto the bed with an exhausted moan. Darren tugs the blankets around them before snuggling up and spooning Chris.
"You're wonderful," Chris mumbles sleepily.
"So are you," Darren replies, kissing the back of Chris' neck as exhaustion claims them.
A/N: I hope I did the shower sex justice! I think I'll probably leave it here otherwise I'll have no smut scenarios left for other stories.. Let me know what you thought with a review or a message, find me on Tumblr, all that sort of thing! Thanks for reading everyone! x
