Yep, I know. It's been a month. I am Satan and I don't deserve you lovely readers. Let me tell you, busyness and writer's block do not mix. In fact, they're a deadly combination. I am so sorry guys, I really am. I really hope you'll forgive me.

I have an important question to ask you guys after this chapter, so make sure you read the authors note at the end.

I love all of you beautiful people, and without further adieu, here is the next chapter.

(Darren Criss's POV)

If someone had told me before I got on this boat that making out with Chris Colfer would feel this incredible, I would have given them a really weird look. Then I would have proceeded to laugh nervously, after all, Chris and I were just co-workers and buddies, nothing more. In fact, every feeling that I've ever felt for him before these past few days was completely platonic. Chris was my pal, my amigo. Well, amico, if you were to use my favorite language.

Obviously we're not just pals right now, considering the fact that Chris is currently hovering over me, doing amazing things with his mouth on mine. He's doing things I never imagined we would ever be doing. Well, not never, ever since I stepped on this yacht my feelings have begun to skyrocket in the other direction. I've quickly began to see him as my amore, rather than amico. Chris è molto più di un amico.

Shit, since when do I speak Italian in my thoughts? Maybe it's the alcohol?

Just as I began to question my own thoughts Chris began to dive his tongue deeper into my mouth. It felt oh so amazing and I had no choice but to voice my opinions.

"Così beeeeeene." I moaned out as he Chris started to nibble and bite at my earlobe. Well shit, that's not English either, is it?

Honestly, who the fuck cares?

"My god, Darren." Chris groaned as he went back for another hungry, needy kiss. I honestly couldn't get enough of his lips. They were soft, but firm, and kind of moist. He pulled back, as if trying to say something, but every time he opened his mouth I interrupted him with mine. "You—(smooch)—win all the—(smooch)—sexy prizes."

I let out this low chuckle from the back of my throat and decided to take control and flip us over on the bed, Chris's bed. We're making out on Chris's bed.

I'm making out with Chris Colfer.

The whole idea spread around in my brain as I devoured his mouth yet again, only coming up about a minute later because I needed to breath. I still couldn't believe this was actually happening. "If you think I'm sexy—(smooch)—you should have seen yourself in that pool."

I pulled away to nibble at the beautiful pale skin near his collarbone and I felt a soft, low laugh seep through him. "I knew it." He said, barely audible enough for me to hear. I detached my lips from his neck to look at him, seeing a lazy grin on his face with his eyes closed, lost in bliss. He knew that he was driving me crazy? God, he's such a tease.

I went back to kissing every part of skin I could get my lips on. Chris slipped his hands under my shirt, roaming all over my upper body. His hands grazed my nipples and sent chills through all through me.

Wait a minute, since when was that a sensitive spot?

...oh, to hell with it.

I pulled back up, cupping his face in my hands and going in for another passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled together again and I moaned as I indulged myself in his taste. He tasted like…well…alcohol.

Chris has been drinking. Chris is probably only kissing me because he's drunk. Fuck.

He decided to take over again, turning me over and pinning me against the bed with his body.

"Chris?"

"Yeah." Chris said, preoccupied with running his hands over my bicep while biting on my lower lip.

"Chris."

"Mmm?" he said, snaking his tongue back into my mouth. I kissed him back but pulled away a moment later.

"We should stop." I said, reluctantly. Chris went in for my ear, nibbling at it again.

"We should." He said unenthusiastically, sucking on a spot right below my ear.

"Well, are we going to?" (more kisses)

"Don't wanna." He went for my collarbone this time. God, it felt so satisfying.

"But we really need to."

"Why?" he said it more like a statement than a question.

"Too many reasons."

Chris's open mouthed kisses slowed down to soft pecks as he began to sit up and get off of me. He sat at the opposite end of the bed, pulling his knees in towards his chest and looked at me. His expression seemed emotionless…mixed with a tiny bit of guilt.

"Remind me." He said, running a hand through his hair and staring at my arms. I mirrored his position and leaned against the headboard.

"Really?" I didn't want to bring up all the shit if I didn't have to.

"I just..." he ran his face through his hands, rubbing his eyes. "really need to be reminded." He looked back at me, willing me to speak.

"I'm…" I opened my mouth to say the next word but I just didn't want to. I really, really didn't want to have to say all of the reasons why we couldn't be together.

I waited for a minute, looking back at him, wishing he could magically forget what we were talking about. He sat there patiently, waiting for me to speak, seeming surprisingly calm.

"I'm straight..."

Seriously voice, you pick now to squeak?

I cleared my throat and continued. "I'm straight and you're the only guy I've ever been attracted to." I looked back up at him, but he seemed unfazed by what I said. "You and Austin are pretty involved, and I think this would probably count as cheating. Dianna and I have feelings for each other, or at least I think we do. I mean, we kissed multiple times, so that counts as something." I saw a flicker of something in Chris's eyes when I mentioned Dianna and me, but I couldn't determine what it was. "I don't even have to explain that whole press and media bundle of monkey shit..."

Chris let out a small chuckle from my metaphor over at his side of the bed, rubbing his eyes in his hands again, and resting his elbows on his knees. He sighed as he looked back at me, a look of genuine interest in his gorgeous blue eyes.

"But most importantly Chris, you've been drinking. We've been drinking and we're obviously not in the best state of mind to be starting a hazardous relationship."

"No offense Dare," Chris's voice broke out through a short silence. "but I think the hazardous relationship might have already been initiated." Ya know, for a drunk kid, his mind worked pretty damn well.

We both chuckled and I leaned over to him, reaching out for a hug. He accepted the invitation, and embraced me tenderly. I could feel his chin resting on my shoulder as I closed my eyes, drinking in his warmth. We stayed in each other's hold for a moment longer before Chris broke the silence again.

"If it's alright with you, I'd like to avoid sleepwalking again tonight."

I chuckled a little in understanding, shifting around in the bed and slipping underneath the covers. Chris followed shortly after, going under the covers right next to me.

"I call dibs on little spoon." Chris said, nuzzled his back against my chest. I smiled as I put my arms around him, pulling him closer. I snuggled my nose into his chestnut hair, breathing in his scent. It smelled so much like…Chris. It was strangely calming and I found myself getting tired rather quickly. I pressed a kiss to his head and cuddled in tighter.

"Goodnight, Chris."

"Night…" Chris whispered. About thirty seconds later he spoke up again "…cuddle slut."

"Hey," I chuckled out, "You love it."

"I do."

Okay, I figure I'll just give you guys this to hold you over for a while? I'm not completely sure what I was going to do with the next part so I figured I would cut it a bit short and not leave you guys hanging any longer.

Okay, so here's that big question. To smut, or not to smut. That is the question. Please, please, please voice your opinions.

Ohhhh and please review! I'd love LOVE LOVE to know what you guys think and what you want for the next chapter. Fluff? (cough cough smut? cough cough) angst? LET ME KNOWW!