Title: Who You Gonna Call?
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M+. Plus. Plusplusplus.
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Darren
Word count: 4,901
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: La la la, more smut, la la la. Warnings...uh, slight mention to rimming, top!Chris. We're back to the boys being fucked against tables. Yup. I think that's it for now.
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..
It became harder to stop touching each other when they were near and Chris was pretty sure their cast-mates were beginning to notice, especially Lea and her all-seeing vision and general ability to interfere and know everything that was going on.
Today was finally the day of filming It's Not Unusual and Chris watched as the usual hustle and bustle occurred as extras got to their places and the band set up. Lea was wearing some hideous green thing that looked like Nickelodeon had made a dress from their slime. He honestly wasn't sure if it was a step up from the animal knit sweaters or not. It was such a glaring, atrocious colour that he wanted sunglasses to block it out. Or have his eyes removed. Every time the sun hit it, he was reminded of how much he wanted to puke on it just to make it look a bit better.
"Colfer! Stop looking like a stunned fish and do something!" Ryan yelled before putting his head back down with Eric, gesturing and talking quickly.
Chris rolled his eyes and stood by the table where Lea, Darren and Harry were sitting and chatting about the Imogene shoot schedule. Lea was trying to give him tips about all the places he should visit while he was staying there and Darren was trying to tell her he'd already been to many of them but she wouldn't be silenced. He hovered for a moment, rubbed at his nose. Wow, he was bored. Lea gabbling was far too much like Rachel and dressed in such a hideous dress, she really just needed to stop talking.
An assistant came over to wipe the back of Darren's neck and Chris was again reminded of his ability to sweat buckets. But he was bored. So he wandered off and watched Naya go through her moves on the steps. Darren had told him he was better with the dancing now but Chris hadn't actually seen it yet. Zach didn't look horribly stressed which was probably a good sign that Darren wasn't feeding him bullshit. He adjusted his outfit and sat down with his back to the wall of the set, trying to hide from the sun and the heat.
Finally, finally, they were ready to roll and Eric decided to do the hectic dancing with Naya first while Darren didn't look too flushed and sweaty. Ryan started marshalling people into their respective places while Zach gave a last few instructions as he always seemed to do, and then Eric was calling for quiet and the music was playing and Darren started and hot damn that song was amazing. Chris hadn't heard him actually sing it yet. Darren had been caught humming a few bars occasionally as he did little hop-skips in between takes but his voice…Jesus. Chris shifted to cross his legs and hoped no one would notice how turned on he was just by listening to the voice that was as smooth as silk and filled with masculine sex and tried to remind himself it was Blaine singing it to Kurt but…well, no, he was lying, really. Darren dancing around in tight red pants…Chris was trying very hard not to have his brain short-circuit.
He picked at a piece of skin around one of his nails and studiously avoided looking anywhere near Darren as he repeated the same moves over and over from various angles so it could get edited together for the montage later. Eric called for a few minutes break, announcing the Cheerio segment would be up next, and Darren bounced over to him, grabbing a towel from an assistant and patting his face dry.
"What did you think?" he grinned, crouching to tighten his shoelace.
"It's good," Chris nodded, smiling.
"What's wrong?" Darren's grin fell into a frown as he bit his lip.
"Nothing! Nothing, it's good," Chris tried to make his smile more genuine. "Honest! Go and get back to it before Ryan has your head."
Darren looked wholly unconvinced, touching Chris' knee briefly, before hurrying back and smiling at Naya. Occasionally his eyes darted over to Chris, who decided enough was enough as he took out his Blackberry and attempted to look engaged in something other than stare-offs with his co-star.
"Everything alright with you and Darren?" Amber said, squatting and shifting to sit beside him.
"Why wouldn't it be?"
She shrugged and shielded her eyes to watch the latest take. "You guys just looked a little tense. Especially since, y'know, this is meant to be Blaine's big wooing of Kurt. You should be excited or something."
"I am excited for Kurt and Blaine," he mumbled, tapping away on his phone and hoping she'd get the hint.
"But not for you and D?"
Shit. He'd forgotten how perceptive Amber could be sometimes. "It's just…with him here, Chord's gone, and I know Mark misses him. And I know Darren loved being a part of the Warblers and he's going to miss them. Telly's on Broadway and Riker's back with his band and Curt's setting up his small film thing with Titus and I think Darren just wishes he were with them sometimes. They were kind of his family, like you guys are mine." He looked up at Darren as he twirled Naya around and was glad Naya hadn't yet been sent down the steps in a heap. If it was him up there, he was totally aware he would have caused another injury on-set. He had been given strict orders to stay out of the way and do as little as possible today. "And I miss Ashley," he admitted quietly.
"Oh boo," Amber said, rubbing his arm. "You know she's not far away. Ryan'll probably have her back once the fans complain about their lack of Zizes spunk."
Chris wasn't so sure. The off-season had been filled with performing Glee Live and then the problems of spin-offs and contracts getting picked up and dropped and honestly he was sick of it and glad he'd been so involved in his film because he avoided a lot of the drama simply by being too busy with another project. It hadn't stopped all the media wanting interviews but it gave him at least a tiny bit of breathing space.
"I gotta say this though. White boy has learned to move his hips real good," Amber giggled, and Chris glanced at Darren doing his ridiculous hip thrusts. He remembered how stupid Darren had first looked in his living room and suppressed a snort.
"Zach is a miracle worker," he agreed.
"Naya told me you sat in on a rehearsal," Amber said, bumping their shoulders. "Give him some good tricks?"
He choked and felt his face colour. "I didn't do much. I think he's just been practicing hard."
"Uh huh. I'll bet he's been practicing real hard," she said. "I'm gonna go talk to Lea. You'll be okay, boo?"
"Course I will," he smiled at her and waved his phone. "Tapping out story arcs so I'm not great company."
She touched his shoulder. "You know you can talk to me about anything, yeah? I know we drifted last year when you were filming Dalton numbers and Ashley became like, your best friend, but…you can still talk to me if there's something bugging you."
"I know." He bent his head to rest on her forearm. "Thanks, Am."
"No problem," she grinned and headed off to go talk to Lea. That green dress…God, what was Lou thinking?
He didn't mean to but it was kind of hard not to sneak looks at Darren while he danced. The song was amazing and it was really difficult to focus on anything else when the music was throbbing across the courtyard set. Speaking of throbbing…
"You almost ready?" a breathless runner said as he moved between the extras.
"Of course," he assured and the runner nodded and kept moving through the crowd. Chris figured it must have been nearly time for the reaction shots so he clambered to his feet and headed back to the table Lea was sitting at with Cory.
"He's getting better," Lea smiled, tilting her head to where Darren was grinding against Naya for a take.
Chris forced down the jealousy and attempted a half-hearted grimace. "Not bad, given that the pathetic two-step was all they had to do as Warblers."
Cory snorted. "Why wasn't I cast as a Warbler?"
"Because you'd struggle to get even that right," Lea said, patting his head. He poked her and she laughed, stopping quickly when Ryan turned to glare at her.
"Alright, let's do the glasses toss!" Eric announced when he had ordered a cut. He walked Darren through what to do with his yellow Wayfares (and really, Chris had to wonder how so much of Darren's things were becoming Blaine's because he was nothing at all like Kurt and it'd be nice if he could dress down one day). There were a couple of takes and then the camera pointed in on Chris.
For someone who prided himself on his ninja Sai skills, he turned out to be abysmal at catching the stupid yellow sunglasses. Several times, they smacked Lea in the face and he mumbled a hasty apology which she waved off. Chris wanted to blame Darren for throwing them badly but he kept getting distracted by the tight fit of his pants and Naya standing just off to the side and he'd see the glasses coming towards him and his brain just…didn't react.
"Chris, for the love of all things holy," Ryan yelled, rubbing his hand over his bald head, "concentrate!"
And finally he caught them properly and Eric announced he'd go with that and they moved on to getting dancing shots. Darren came down to pocket his glasses and grab a bottle of water which he greedily sucked down. Chris became rather entranced with the way little beads of sweat dribbled down Darren's neck, the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.
"You alright?" Darren said, eyebrow raised.
He flushed. Caught. "Y-yeah, just…distracted today. Didn't sleep well."
"Huh," Darren nodded and towelled his neck dry. "You ready for busting some stupid moves?"
"I'm just mimicking you, right?" Chris asked nervously.
"Yup. Prepare to go eighties!" Darren grinned, already skipping away.
"Oh God," Chris shook his head.
Darren was right. It was stupid and goofy and geeky and very eighties and again, Chris felt it was too Darren and not enough Blaine. Blaine, who was 'dapper' and put together and sophisticated and poised, was not the same boy jiving in the courtyard with the Cheerios in shoes without socks and a bow tie, and dancing like that. It was like he was at some children's disco with moves like that. But maybe it worked, because Chris was able to calm down a little and laugh and Eric and Ryan seemed happy enough after only a couple of takes and started shooting other scenes.
Chris sat down with a sigh and stroked his fingers over the wood of the table.
"You need more sleep," Lea commented, twisting her hair around her fingers into little braids.
"I need to be working on less projects," he replied.
"That too," she acknowledged, turning to face him. "What's going on with you and Darren?"
"What?" He knew his eyes were wide, too wide. He knew his reaction was too fast and too composed and too actor-y. He knew from Lea's face that she was seeing right through it.
"Don't mess with me, Chris," she said, leaning close as her eyes darted around for eavesdroppers. "I've seen you looking at him today. I've seen how 'close' you two are in scenes now. You're way more comfortable with touching him now than you were even at the end of the tour."
He shrugged, picking at a splinter in the table. "Sometimes you have to get over the insecurities and act better."
Her eyes narrowed. "Stop feeding me crap," she hissed. "You only act better when the feelings develop."
"So what? You've got the hots for Jon now?" he muttered.
"I've known Jon for six years now," she narrowed her eyes. "And don't bring him into this. He's got nothing to do with whatever is going on with you and Darren."
"There's nothing going on," he retorted.
She shook her head. "Fine. Lie to me. I won't say I'm not hurt, because I am," she said as she sat back on the bench. "But it's your decision and I just hope you know what you're doing."
His reflex of curling his fingers in frustration and thumping the table were hardly appropriate and would only serve to validate her thoughts on the matter, so he fought to stay controlled even as he tried to burn a hole in the table with his eyes.
"Alright! Done for the day!" Eric shouted a while later. "See you tomorrow!"
Lea tried catching his arm but he was already walking away, hurrying to his trailer where he stripped out one of the more ridiculous Kurt outfits and pulled on his jeans and t-shirt. He barely even hung up the clothes for the shoot the next day before gathering up his back and leaving.
"Chris!" Lea called, chasing after him as she tugged on a shoe, but he ignored her, climbing into his car and driving off.
"What happened?" Darren said, poking his head out of the trailer, shirt half-buttoned.
"I upset him or something," she explained, staring after where his car had left the lot. She scraped her hands over her face in frustration and kicked at the tyre on her trailer, crying out in pain and hopping.
"That was stupid," Darren laughed, finishing the buttons.
"Upsetting him or kicking a piece of rubber?"
"Uh…" Darren reached for his bag and keys, locking his trailer and helping her into hers. "Both I guess."
"I'm sorry. For whatever I did that upset him," she said softly.
"I'll talk to him. He'll be fine tomorrow," he smiled. He kissed her cheek and headed off towards his car.
"I so knew it," she muttered, head falling into her hands.
He groaned and answered the phone, mostly to shut it up.
"Really? It took me four attempts before you finally answered?"
"Go away Dare."
"Open up Colfer."
"Ahhhhhhh…" he said, rolling his eyes as he opened his mouth as if expecting a doctor to appear.
"Hilarious. Really. I'm in stitches. I totally see why you're up for an Emmy in the comedy category," Darren complained.
"I told you to go away," Chris sighed, running his hand through his hair.
"And I told you to open up. I'm not leaving until I see you."
He buried his head in his pillow and let out a small scream of frustration because he knew Darren would sit on his front step and call him every five minutes until he broke and let him in.
"So, does that mean you're gonna come let me in now?"
He grunted and ended the call, thudding down the stairs grumpily. Unlatching the door, he peeked out into the dark where Darren hovered, grinning like a loon.
"So I won."
"What did you win?" Chris said, holding onto the door with an eyebrow raised.
"At getting you to open the door," Darren said, hopping from foot to foot. "Chicken?"
Fucking Darren and his ability to know what Chris wanted. He made grabby hands at the fried chicken goodness but Darren held it out of reach. "You let me in, you get the chicken."
Scowling, Chris stepped aside and let the stupid git in, snatching a drumstick and chewing it. And it shouldn't have been so good but he hadn't eaten dinner because he'd come home and fallen asleep and it was chicken.
"So what pissed you off so bad that Lea apologised and nearly ended up in tears?" Darren said, flopping onto the armchair in Chris' living room.
"You didn't fall for it, did you?" he asked, curling his legs beneath him on the sofa.
"Fall for what?"
Crap. "She thinks there's something going on between us."
Darren frowned. "But there is?"
"But I don't need them knowing that!" he exclaimed. "They'll start making lewd jokes and it'll hit the press faster and I just want something in my life to be private."
"Oh," Darren said, frown disappearing. "But…they're your friends, right?"
"Of course they are," Chris said, chewing on the chicken leg and wondering where the hell this was going.
"So you'd tell your friends you were in a relationship, yeah?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never been in one before or had any friends to talk to about it anyway."
Darren froze, eyes widening. "Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Well," he huffed, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, you would. If…if you had friends. It's what you do. You talk about your fears and insecurities and the ridiculous what if scenarios and they listen and support you and are your objective voice of reason."
"So…?"
"So, just because they're on Glee doesn't mean they're any less deserving of the chance to help you in your relationship," Darren said. "You guys keep saying you're humans like everyone else, with feelings and thoughts and opinions. And you're totally ignoring that right now, they're your friends first and co-stars second."
And Chris could kind of see where Darren was coming from and what he was trying to explain. It irked him no end when people seemed to forget that he was still a kid, he was barely twenty-one, he was still pretty normal.
"Is that what this is then? A relationship?" Okay, so he may have gotten a little stuck on that part of Darren's explanation.
Darren moved, shifted Chris' feet and sat on the sofa with him. "This is whatever you want it to be," he said quietly. "I mean, you know I love you and…and you said it too but…maybe it doesn't really mean that we're together, you know?"
"No, I don't know," Chris said wearily. "I'm confused. Again."
Darren laid his head on the back of the chair and tried to process his thoughts, gently rubbing at Chris' calves. "Sometimes people are in love but they aren't in relationships," he said slowly. "Sometimes it's too complicated for them to actually be together. But like, they know they're committed to each other until something happens and they either decide to accept it or break it off." Chris' leg twitched when he found a particular spot near his ankle. "And…and so I love you. But like…if it's too complicated for you and you don't want to lie to Lea," he frowned slightly, "or at least lie to her too much, then we don't actually have to be in a relationship."
Chris' brain hurt. He couldn't decide if this was normal for relationships or normal for Darren. And Darren's hands which were far too talented on instruments were currently playing out a massaging rhythm on his leg and it felt fantastic and was also far too distracting. When those hands drifted to knead his foot, he whimpered.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Darren mumbled, pressing lighter.
"N-no, it felt…really good…" He knew he was flushing and tried to cover his too-hot face.
"It did?" Darren wiggled his fingers hard and Chris groaned. "O-oh. You like that, huh?"
"I'm still p-pissed with you," Chris stuttered, trying to ignore the little thrills of pleasure that were darting up his spine.
Darren stopped. "Pissed with me? Why?"
"Because once again, I don't know what we're doing," Chris tugged at his hair. "And I saw you dancing with Naya today and don't think I didn't notice Little Darren get excited."
It was wholly inappropriate that he snorted, especially when Chris looked so offended at him. "Firstly, I love you and you can call the shots over what this is," his fingers danced over Chris' ankle. "Secondly, Little Darren isn't so little, as I'm sure you're aware." He bit down on his smirk when he saw how red Chris got. "And thirdly, Little Darren got excited because all he could think of was when Little Chris was pressed near him during dance 'rehearsals'."
"Oh God," Chris muttered as he covered his face.
"It's so cute when you blush."
"You sound like Blaine," he complained. "'Kurt, you're blushing!'" he mimicked.
Darren laughed. "Well, you are. And it's cute."
Chris peeked out to show Darren that he was rolling his eyes. "Blushing is not cute. It shows my mortification."
"Why are you mortified?" Darren returned his hands to Chris' foot.
"Because I was…" Chris huffed. "Because I was jealous, okay? I thought you were turned on by Naya and…and I got grumpy…"
"Jealous? Of Naya?" Darren paused and then nodded slowly. "Yeah, she's gorgeous. But…I've already told you. I love you."
Chris shrugged but didn't deign to comment.
"You still don't believe me, do you?" It was hardly a question. Everything about Chris' posture and attitude to the entire situation clearly showed he struggled to believe it.
"I want to," Chris said softly. "I honestly do. I'm just…I'm still just frightened of it being fake."
"What will it take to prove to you that I'm here for the long haul?" Darren said, his fingers finding that point on Chris' foot that made him moan. And he wasn't disappointed.
"Y-you…I need…" Chris shook his head because those fucking hands had to stop. He launched himself at Darren, pressing him hard into the back of the sofa as he pushed their mouths together. Darren froze in shock but recovered quickly, hands winding around Chris' back to hold him securely in place in his lap. Chris' arms were around his neck and in his hair, tugging roughly as he rutted his hips into Darren's stomach. And Darren could already feel how Chris was so hard and he gasped, which Chris took full advantage of by licking his way into Darren's mouth.
Chest heaving, Chris pulled away. "Stay here," he ordered, kissing Darren quickly and untangling himself to dart away. Darren was far too stunned to move, a finger touching his swollen lips and his dick straining uncomfortably against his pants. He could hear Chris opening drawers and cupboards in the kitchen and unbuttoned his jeans, allowing his cock to move slightly freer as he stroked it through his briefs.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," Chris breathed and Darren's eyes flew open, face burning.
"I…it…it hurt," he explained nervously.
Chris held out his hand and Darren reached for it, stumbling a little as Chris pulled him to his feet. He could feel how feverish Chris was to kiss him and his hand went under Chris' thigh when he flung his leg over Darren's hip. Their erections were pressed so hard together and Darren made soft, broken noises of need.
"Can I fuck you?" Chris asked, biting at Darren's neck.
"G-God yes," Darren trembled, jerking his hips against Chris.
Chris shoved him until they were both kneeling and cleared off the coffee table of the magazines and papers that were scattered over it. He was biting at Darren's ear as he clawed at the buttons on Darren's shirt and when it was finally off, he started licking messily over Darren's chest.
"Chris," he hummed, fingers threading through Chris' hair before he started tugging at Chris' tee. Chris barely moved but the shirt came off and Darren stroked his fingers over the places that he'd learned made Chris shiver or whimper.
And then he found himself flying as Chris manoeuvred him to lie on his stomach on the coffee table. Chris pulled off Darren's pants and briefs and squeezed his ass. Darren clenched his fingers over the edge of the table.
"I…" Chris paused in his nearly frantic rush to prise apart the cheeks of Darren's ass. Darren was about to ask what he was doing before he realised.
"Oh, oh," he groaned loudly, feeling Chris' tongue flicking against his entrance. He hadn't expected it to be so hot or feel so good but then he had to remember it was Chris and his mouth was wonderful and fuck.
"I just…wanted to try that…" Chris mumbled, pulling back.
Darren could feel the quivering in his muscles. "I think I'm glad you stopped or I'd have lost it already."
"It was that good?" Chris asked, and Darren heard a familiar little clicky-pop sound.
"God yes," Darren shivered, bending his head and watching as Chris covered his fingers in lube. He was concentrating so hard. It was so cute. And then he caught Darren's eyes and blushed.
"You like watching, huh?" Chris smiled shyly with an eyebrow raised. Darren nodded and watched with wide eyes as Chris' eyes stayed connected with his and then he felt the intrusion of Chris' fingers and had to squeeze his eyes shut because he'd only done this once before and it hurt and felt so good and as Chris worked him open, he bit down on his lip and tried not to rock his hips too much because his cock was pressed into the table and the friction would end in rather an early ending.
"You ready?" Chris asked as he scissored his three fingers back and forth.
"Yes, yes, yes," Darren begged, and when he felt the pressure of Chris' erection against his entrance, he whined.
"Patience," Chris soothed, pressing in an inch and thrusting shallowly, easing through the tight rings of muscle. And Darren remembered that the pain passes and the pleasure increases, breathing slowly through his nose and exhaling from his mouth, forcing his body to relax and accept the intrusion that made him feel so full.
"Fuck you feel amazing," Chris said, stroking over Darren's back as he rocked deeper. Darren's not even sure he's capable of words right now and when Chris lets him know he's all the way in, he takes a few minutes to adjust.
"O-okay," Darren said, and Chris started moving immediately, letting the drag of Darren's muscles pass before jerking back in roughly. Darren is pretty sure his eyes are rolling into the back of his head because fuck.
When he's stretched and adjusted enough, Chris seems to just know and he starts thrusting in harder. When he glides over Darren's prostate, the keening that falls from his lips is filled with need and desire and want.
"Just there, huh?" Chris questioned. Darren's knuckles are white as he clung to the tiny coffee table. Chris took the nonsense that Darren babbled as an agreement and started pounding into Darren's ass, hitting his prostate over and over again. "Fuck, Darren," he groaned, gritting his eyes shut. "I've wanted to do this all day to remind you that you're mine. I hated being so jealous." He gripped Darren's sides hard, feeling the pull and slide of Darren's muscles.
"G-God, close, close," Darren sobbed as Chris continues to fuck him hard, the pleasure so much he thinks he's going to explode and he hasn't even come yet. Chris barely breaks his rhythm and Darren can feel the burning in his belly as Chris hits his prostate and his dick grinds into the table and then he whites out, and he's faintly aware that there's a strangled shouting or screaming, but everything feels disconnected and no longer a part of him.
When he comes back to himself, Chris has flopped onto the floor by the coffee table, panting hard and muscles twitching erratically. He can feel the stickiness on the table and he knows he should feel guilty but Chris was kind of pushy in putting him there so it's Chris' fault.
'Fuck," Chris shuddered and Darren dips his head vaguely, head still reeling from the mind-blowing high.
"Should clean your table," Darren mumbled.
"'s'your fault," Chris smacked his arm lightly but he barely feels it.
"'s'yours," he replied. "You fucked me. Can't help natural bodily reactions."
Chris snorted. "You're a git."
"A thoroughly fucked git though."
Chris' snort turns into giggles and then full-blown hysterics. Darren's not quite sure what he said that was so funny so he just lies there, a little sore in his ass but thoroughly sated and happy and fucked dry. Chris calmed down eventually.
"I love you," Darren said, smiling dopily.
"Love you too," Chris smiled back, kissing him sweetly and then stumbling to his feet to find a washcloth.
A/N: Well, that was a fair bit longer than previous chapters...and I don't feel it was as much smut. Is this fic developing a plot? -gasp-
I have ideas for future chapters, so I've taken this fic off 'Complete' status. Also, I would totally love if you could check out my Blaintana friendship fic, The Last Night To Be Brave. I put up the first chapter last night. It's angsty, and I know it's totally different to this, but I know this has a large readership so I'd adore it if you could read some of my other work and share your thoughts on it.
Love you all! See you next chapter ;) xx
(PS - whoever submits the 100th review will get to prompt me with something to write 'specially for them! Three reviews to go! Who'll get the chance?)