"Chris? Aren't you coming to bed?", Darren asked sleepily, standing leaned against the doorframe in his pajamas, hair ruffled and hands rubbing his eyes.
"Not yet...you can sleep if you want. I need to finish writing this scene."
"Chris...", the other man let out a frustrated sigh.
"It's just this one scene...I'll be done in...let's say 1 1/2 hours?"
"It's already 11:30...we're filming tomorrow too, you should just try and get some sleep for once."
"Darren! I need to finish this ok? I need to send it away soon and you talking to me doesn't exactly help!", Chris snapped.
"Well I'm sorry I'm worried about you!"
"You should worry about your own stuff!"
"See?"
"See what Darren?", Chris took off his glasses, glaring at the other man angrily.
"You're not yourself anymore Chris. All you do is work. Today is the first time in 3 weeks I get to see you and you don't even want me around you...are you sure you still want this?", his voice was low, quiet and so soft Chris felt like crying.
"How can you ask me that?", he managed to spit out, the lump in his throat made it hard to swallow.
"I just...what's the point Chris? We're young. We should be going out, or have sex all night or simply watching a movie together would do but all you do is work. You don't even realize I'm around. I love you and it hurts so fucking bad. I've been looking forward to see you all this time and all I got was a hug and a kiss...just look at you! You look absolutely exhausted..."
"I'm fine Darren just...I need to get this done so I can concentrate on everything else ok?"
"You don't even apologize.", Darren muttered under his breath.
"Shit...", Chris simply whispered into the dim room, his body shaking and his legs felt like giving in.
Darren watched him, breaking at seeing his boyfriend's trembling frame.
"Chris..."
"No, no you're right. I'm a terrible, terrible person. Relationships just aren't for me apparently. All I do is mess up. All the fucking time. I can't even be a good boyfriend to the man I love. What is my life Darren? Tell me what I'm doing because I have no idea. It's just so fucking much...I can't...I just...", with that Chris broke down, sobbing and shaking, his head buried in his hands.
"Shh don't say that. Come on, come here.", Darren walked over to the younger man, pulling him up, dragging him to the couch, cuddling up close to him.
Chris was grasping his shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white and Darren could feel his warm tears on his skin and felt like bursting.
"I'm so sorry Darren. Just so fucking sorry I didn't know I left you hanging like that. I want to be with you so badly but I don't know if...if I'm worth it...so if you want to leave. Do it! You'll find someone better than me. Someone who gives you the attention you deserve."
"Oh god Chris shut up, please. Don't even say things like that. I love you way too much to just leave."
"But how? It's true...I haven't seen you in weeks and sometimes I missed you so much I could barely stand it and now that you're here...I act like this. I don't know what's wrong..."
"You're burned out Chris...completely wrecked, I mean seriously...look at you...your eyes are so fucking red and you can't even keep them open properly, you're even paler than usual and...and I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be upset but you started sleepwalking again I guess. And you called me sometimes, telling me how tired you were and how much you missed me and how you just want to sleep. I'm just so worried about you...so please let's go to bed and just sleep until tomorrow. We have to get up at 11 so we can sleep in...please Chris! You're not only doing this for me but for you too ok?", he whispered, stroking Chris's soft, brown hair.
He felt the younger man nod against his chest weakly.
"I'm sorry for crying all over you.", Chris said, laughing softly, wiping away the wetness on his cheeks.
"Don't apologize...you just had to let all that tension out somehow...it's fine. I just want you to feel ok."
"Know what?", Chris muttered. "I actually wrote 10 pages since you're here...and I felt a lot calmer too because I just need you to be around. I don't even need you to touch or talk to me all the time, I just need to feel that you're here with me. I love you so much and I just want you to be around all the time...can't you just move in?", they chuckled bitterly.
"I would in a heartbeat, you know that.", Darren whispered. "But we can't...at least not while we're not out."
"I know...", Chris nuzzled into the crook of Darren's neck.
"Come on...let's go sleep.", Darren stood up, offering his hand to his boyfriend.
Chris pulled himself up into Darren's arms, holding him tightly for a few seconds.
"I'd love that."
"Finally...", Darren muttered, kissing Chris's temple.
"I'm still sorry about earlier though...", the younger man muttered.
"Already forgot about that...don't worry.", Darren assured him, taking his hand in his, dragging him into the bedroom.
They slumped down on the bed and Chris was glad he already wore sweatpants, he didn't feel like changing at all.
He moved closer to Darren, placing feather light kisses all along his jaw line, moving down to his neck, sucking on the spot right under his Adam's apple, earning a soft moan from the older man.
"Chris...stop...you know this does things to me...what happened to 'let's just sleep'?"
"Didn't you say we could sleep in?", Chris asked, raising an eyebrow, grinning widely.
He continued sucking on Darren's neck, his hand was sliding under Darren's shirt, caressing the soft, warm skin there.
"You're going to be the death of me Colfer...", he muttered under his breath, pulling Chris up for a tender Kiss.
"I love you.", he panted when Chris broke away, catching his breath.
"I love you too, so much. You have no idea."
"Well give me an idea then...", Darren whispered, a spark flickering in his eyes and Chris couldn't help but chuckle.
"Cheeky bastard!"
