Hi guys! I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Ally, the author of this fic! I just wanted to thank all of you for your reviews and to please continue on your feed back of what you liked and didn't like. It makes it easier to write the next chapter!
I changed the rating to T to M because there is smut in this chapter. I seriously tried to stay away but I just, ugh, so much sextual frustration with Chris and Darren!
Anyhoo, on ward to the story!
"RISE AND SHINE, SWEETHEART!"
"Oof."
Darren felt a force crash onto him on the back of his body. He blinked his eyes, wait, I don't live with anybody, Darren thought. He looked over his shoulder and gasped in surprise.
Chris.
And that's when it all came flooding back to him. Seeing Chris at his grave, going to the meadow, running away from the meadow, coming back to his apartment, Chris being there, arguing, making up, and then, falling asleep next to Chris.
Falling asleep next to Chris.
"Erm, Dare, you alright?" Chris asked slowly.
"What? Oh, yeah! Sorry, I just needed a moment to remember what happened yesterday." Darren gave Chris a small smile.
"Oh, well, good," Chris slid off of Darren and stood up beside his bed, "Well, come on, I made you breakfast."
Chris strutted off to the kitchen before Darren could say anything else.
Well, Darren thought, I could get used to this.
Darren slowly got up and made his way towards the kitchen. That's when the smell hit him, and boy, did it smell good. It smelled like pancakes, syrup and bacon.
And sure enough, when he saw the dining room table, that's exactly what was sitting there.
"Woah, Chris, you really didn't have to do this. This must have taken a long time."
Chris shrugged, "I had plenty of time while you slept."
Darren stared at him curiously, "You didn't sleep at all?"
Chris pursed his lips, "Darren, I'm dead, I don't need sleep. Just like I don't need air, I don't need food, drinks, or ever have to go to the bathroom."
Darren winced, "Right."
Chris gave him a sad smile, "Come on, eat up!"
Darren smiled and sat down in the chair. He picked up the fork and started to eat.
And ohholymotherofsweetlord, where did Chris learn to cook like this? Darren always makes pancakes but they've never turned out this good. Darren was like a vacuum cleaner as he ate, just sucking up everything on his plate.
Chris stared at him wide eyes, "Jesus, Dare, slow down before you choke or something. I don't have air in my lungs so I wouldn't be able to give you CPR."
"But, it's so good." Darren said with a mouth full of food.
Chris sighed but it sounded more like a laugh, "Well, thank you very much."
Darren nodded and kept eating.
After he was done, Darren dropped his fork and leaned against the chair, "I will never be able to eat again."
Chris laughed, "That's what you get for eating five pancakes and four pieces of bacon in about five minutes."
Darren pouted, "I never said I didn't mind not eating again. That was amazing."
Chris smiled and picked up Darren's plate from the table, but not before Darren could stop him.
"Woah, what are you doing? You cooked, I will do the dishes."
Chris just slapped Darren's hand away, "It's fine, you go take a shower and I'll clean up."
"But-"
Chris shoved him towards the bathroom, "Go."
Darren sighed, "Fine."
Chris smiled in triumph and turned to do the dishes.
Chris was really scared, he knew he would have to talk to Darren eventually; he couldn't just avoid the topic of why he is here in the first place. But, how what he going to tell Darren? It's not like it was anything bad per say, Chris could get into a lot of trouble for just being here, that's for sure, but it wasn't a bad thing what he has to tell Darren. Chris was just going to explain what he had been up to all these years while he was looking out for Darren, why he couldn't come sooner.
Chris cursed to himself, he wish he could have gotten here nine years ago. He gave Darren a year to recover and planned to sneak back into one of his dreams again and convince him to move on. But, he never got the chance, because he was very busy now. And he wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place. He could very well get in so much trouble for this.
"You're gonna get it when you get back, you know."
Chris gasped and turned around.
"David! What the hell, what are you doing here?" Chris strode over to him, making sure to keep his voice down.
"Saving your ass, that's what! You can't be here, Chris. You know the rules, and you are breaking about ten just standing in his apartment."
"I know what I'm doing David! How did you even know I was here?"
"I was in the city, doing my run when I sensed you. You forget that I know when one of us is around me, I can literally feel you from miles away."
Chris winced, he had never gotten over that, he just thought it was just plain creepy, "So, are you going to rat me out?"
David looked over Chris once, "No, I know what you have been like for the past ten years. Maybe this will offer some closure or whatever you always talk about."
Chris sighed, "It's not about my closure David, it's about Darren's."
David snorted, "Good luck, this guy is work, let me tell you that. I remember seeing him once five years ago and I could sense you on him."
"What?" Chris' eyes widened.
David shook his head, "I don't know, man, it's just as freaky to me as it is to you, it's like you live within him or some shit. How freaking romantic." David smirked.
Chris ignored him comment due to the face that his mind was racing, "Why do you think you could sense me on him? I was never around him five years ago."
David shrugged, "Did you visit his dream when you first died?"
"Of course, but so has every one of us to a loved one."
"On rare occasions, we can attach ourselves to them, which is probably the reason why he hasn't moved on."
"And you just decide to mention this now?" Chris was shaking at this point.
David threw up his hands, "Woah, Chris, I haven't seen you in five years. You know how busy we all can get. And I just never really thought about it. I was just thinking out disgustingly sick you guys are, it's quite precious." David smirked once again.
"David, get the hell out of here. Now."
"You got a week dude, that's all I can buy you."
Chris nodded at David disappeared.
Well, shit.
Don't get used to this, don't get used to waking up to him, Darren thought.
Darren was in the shower and was having one of those moments where his mind is split into two and they are arguing with each other.
Well, you could also convince him to stay, Darren's other side of him mind thought.
No, I will not make him stay against his will, the other side argued.
Darren let out a long sigh. He knew this thing with Chris was not going to last. He had something to tell Darren and that was it. Darren knew that Chris would leave as soon as he explains whatever he has to explain.
Darren perked up a bit, doesn't mean that he didn't have a right to enjoy his time with Chris. He should be lucky that he is even here right now, in his apartment, after ten years without him.
But, he had never felt that Chris left him, not really. There were moments where he seriously thought he could sense Chris. That made no sense though, Darren knew that was just absolutely crazy. Sure, Chris may have been looking down from wherever he was, but that doesn't mean he was sometimes an arms lengths away, does it?
Darren just shook his head, no, he wouldn't do this to himself. He was not going to over think about this situation, he just has to take all of this one step at a time and hope for the best. That's all he could do really.
Darren sighed once more before he turned off the shower and got out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.
He was not expecting a particular troubled looking Chris sitting on his bed. His eyes were set straight forward and he had his hands folded and up to his mouth.
"Uh, Chris?"
Chris's eyes snapped up to meet Darren's, "Oh shit, sorry Darren. I just kind of wondered in here."
"It's fine, I really don't mind," He smiled, "What's wrong, Chris."
Chris locked eyes with him for a moment and looked back down at his hands, "I really don't want to get into it right now Darren. I have a week to explain to you everything, but then I have to go."
Darren's breath caught, a week? He was just expecting an explanation and then for Chris to leave. He was at least hoping for half a day, but a week?
"A week?" Darren said, more to himself then to Chris.
"I know it's not a lot. But, it's all I can do. I could get into a lot of trouble just by being here." Chris didn't mean for that last part to slip out.
"Trouble?" Darren's eyebrows rose, "What exactly do you mean, Chris?"
Chris just shook his head, "Like I said, I don't want to get into it just yet. I haven't been able to speak with you in ten years, Darren. I would love if I can just spend time with you for a day and not have to worry about anything else."
Darren smiled, "I would love that, too. But, Chris, you said speak and I know you have been watching over me these past ten years but… Um, were you ever near me?"
"Why would you ask that?" Chris started to panic.
"Well, maybe I am crazy but sometimes I thought I could really sense you near me. But, I could be that I was just missing you too much."
Chris sucked in an imaginary breath, "Darren, I will admit to you that I have been near you in the past. I had no idea you could sense me though. That's a part of what I have to tell you."
Darren just nodded and took a seat next to Chris on the bed, "Alright, but, like you said, not until we spend some time together."
Chris smiled and placed his hand on Darren's shoulder and Darren shivered.
Chris pulled away, "Sorry, I forget that my touch is a little cold."
Darren just stared at Chris, "Yeah, it is, doesn't mean I didn't like it."
Chris smiled a little and brought his hand back on Darren's shoulder and started moving his thumb in circles and Darren let out a sigh of contentment.
"You know, before I left, we never got to act like a couple." Chris mused while staring at Darren's bare chest.
Darren gulped, "You're right, we didn't. But Chris, can you even…?"
Chris knew what he meant, "Things like touches still feel good to me, kissing will still feel good to me. No, I admit, it won't cause me to be aroused in that way. But, my body still knows what does and doesn't feel good. And it also doesn't mean that I don't want to make you feel good."
Darren gulped once again and Chris smiled, "Lay down."
Darren did what he was told and fell back against his mattress, his head facing the ceiling.
Chris got up and put his knees on either side of Darren so he was straddling him. He bent down and his lips slowly ghosted over Darren's. Chris felt Darren take a breath before he leaned down more and put his lips against Darren's.
The kiss started out slow, both not really moving because they were still a little scared. Darren was the first to deepen the kiss and wrapped his hand around Chris' neck to pull him in closer. Darren gave out a little moan as Chris' tongue lightly traced over his bottom lip. Darren opened him mouth, giving Chris access to his mouth. Chris' tongue danced in Darren's mouth, their tongues both tangled in each other.
They both unwillingly had to part due to Darren's need for oxygen, "So, how did that make you feel?" Darren asked, breathless.
Chris laughed, "Let's just say if I had blood that was able to flow, it would be flowing right in between my legs."
Darren let out a huge laugh, God has he missed Chris and his humor.
Chris just smiled and leaned in to give Darren another long and passionate kiss. Chris broke free of Darren's mouth and started to trail kissed along Darren's jaw.
"Oh, Chris…" Darren whispered.
Chris smirked into the kisses and he trailed even lower, going for Darren's neck, leaving red marks all the way down.
"Wow, Dare, even at thirty four, your body still is amazing." Chris' eyes raked over Darren's very exposed body.
Darren just turned his head to the side and blushed, "Working out has been one of my many stress relievers."
"Hm, so I can see." Chris gave a smug smile.
Chris then continued to go even lower on Darren, planting wet kisses all over Darren's chest and abs.
By this time, Darren was very aroused and needed some type of friction, any friction. So when Chris planted a wet kiss very low on his chest, his hips bucked.
"Chris, just, please…" Darren begged.
Chris moved back up to Darren's mouth and gave him another passionate kiss before whispering in Darren's ear, "What do you want Darren?"
Darren was now breathing very deeply, his chest heaving, "To… touch me, please just touch me, Chris."
Chris locked eyes with Darren, "You mean like this." And Chris cupped Darren through the thin towel.
Darren's hips bucked even more, pushing his arousal even more into Chris' hand and threw his head back, "Fuck, Chris."
Chris then took the towel and removed it from Darren's body, tossing it to the floor. He then reached out and took Darren into his hand and began to stroke up and down his entire length.
Darren moaned even more and Chris watched him intently. He absolutely loved making Darren feel like this, he wanted to show Darren how much he loved him.
Chris began to pump his hand faster at Darren's hard member and bent over to capture Darren's lips in his once again.
The kiss was intense and very heated, all tongue, teeth and very much passion. Forgetting that he had to breathe, Darren was the one to pull away first this time.
"Sorry." Chris mumbled as he trailed down Darren's neck with wet kisses.
Darren didn't respond because he personally couldn't care less.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm close."
Chris whispered in his ear again, "I love the feeling of your cock in my hand, Darren. I love watching you moan beneath me and coming undone."
Darren felt something stir in the pit of his stomach and knew he was going to come any second.
Chris' hand worked even faster, begging Darren for his release.
"Shit, fuck, oh, Chris…" Darren moaned.
"Let go." Chris whispered.
And boy, did Darren let go. He couldn't remember the last time he came to hard.
Darren was breathing deeply, his hand running through his wet hair, staring at the ceiling.
Chris removed his hand from Darren's cock and collapsed on to Darren's chest.
"You know, you have all your clothes on." Darren murmured, his eyes closed.
"I'm very cold, love. It would probably be better if I left my clothes on."
Darren simply ignored Chris and sat forward so that Chris was at his side. He quickly unbuttoned Chris' shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Darren's eyes raked over Chris' body, "You are so beautiful"
And Chris was beautiful, so beautiful. His skin was very pale, but he had very defined muscles. He even had a trace of abs that as well, in Darren's opinion, very sexy.
Chris ducked his head, "Thanks."
Darren then pulled Chris to his body and laid them both down, Chris' head resting on Darren's chest.
"Thank you by the way, for doing that. It felt amazing." Darren said, running his fingers through Chris' hair.
Chris smiled up at Darren, "Your welcome, I liked doing it."
Darren gave a sad smile back, "I wish I could return the favor."
Chris just shook his head, "Like I said Darren, I may not show that it feels good, but I can still sense, and it does feel good. My skin on your skin, I can still feel that."
Darren smiled and kissed the top of Chris' head and ran his hands up and down Chris' back.
Chris sighed, "Now that, feels good."
"Good."
They both lay there for a little while, Darren placing his hands all over Chris's skin and Chris taking in Darren's scent. Both very content in just laying in silence, enjoying each other's company while they had it.
They both knew that this wouldn't last, that they had things to talk about. But, at this moment, they didn't care. They just wanted to be wrapped up in each other's arms without having to talk about anything.
"Can we watch old Disney movies?" Darren finally said.
Chris beamed at Chris, love evident in his eyes, "You really haven't changed."