Title: Who You Gonna Call?
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M+. Plus. Plusplusplus.
Characters/Pairings: Chris/Darren
Word count: 4,619
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: I return with smut! Sooner than anticipated! Pretty much the usual to go here. I'm sure you're used to it and just like to let me write the porn that lives in your heads...
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..


He's kind of pissed, if he's being honest. He's had a few texts of 'Good luck' and 'Sleep well' but Darren has been gone for nearly two weeks and it's…getting hard. And not that it, either. Just that he's feeling horribly lonely and insecure about it all again. Darren has said that the hours are long and tiring but Chris misses him.

Admittedly though, Chris' hours are no less long or tiring. The last four days have been spent going over and over his scaff routine with Zach and when he's finally allowed to stop for the day, his limbs feel like jelly and Zach helps him to his car because his legs are wobbly. Zach insists it's good training for film day. Chris isn't even sure he's got the strength left for it and is concerned he's going to fly off and smack his head on something. And end up in the hospital. Again.

They start off with easy takes. Chris is conscious of the medics in the audience, along with Lea, Ashley and Mark, who decided to watch for the day. He thinks Dianna and Cory are coming later with some of the others but there's one notable absentee in his mental list and his stomach twists a little. So it's just easy work. Over and over. Changing the angle so that the editing team have a variety of shots to work from. It's tedious and it's almost boring but he gets cheers and claps each time so he pastes on Kurt's attitude and focuses and Brad rolls the camera for a take.

When his arms start to get tired, he makes a motion to Zach, and they switch the takes to some of the leg scenes. His hair needs constant adjustment because of the movement and the stupid pants they have him in keep needing to be re-tied because Ryan is terrified of some of the string getting caught and it pulls him in the wrong direction and he gets injured. He'd be flattered if he wasn't feeling so run-down already. The backs of his knees are starting to ache and Chris faintly thinks that maybe Zach's hard work the last few days had some merit, because he's done dozen of takes, but he'd never admit it to Zach's face.

"Chris? Do you want to break for lunch now?" Brad asks him when the crew start resetting for a new take.

Chris is sitting on one of the bars of the scaffolding tower, chest heaving because really, this shit is hard work and no one else in the cast is mad enough to do it. He's beginning to wonder if he should have been mad enough to do it. But it was his suggestion and it had taken some time but Ryan had finally relented.

"Chris?"

He blinks slowly as he focuses on Brad's face. The staging lights suddenly feel too bright.

"Sorry, what were you asking?"

"Lunch?"

"Oh, yeah," he scratches his nose and nods. "Sure. Sounds good."

Brad smiles at him and wanders off, telling a stage hand to adjust a light and then pushing on to tell other crew they're taking a break for an hour.

"Damn, boy," Ashley coos when she's close enough. "Pity you're gay and I'm straight because you're hot up there!"

He rolls his eyes and wobbles to his feet, shooting Lea a grateful look when she wraps her arm around his waist to keep him upright.

"C'mon, let's get some lunch," she says, and Chris is thankful that she just seems to get how exhausted he feels because her arm is a support to him the whole way to the cafeteria.

Being able to sit and do almost nothing for an hour helps. His muscles are less tense and his mood is more relaxed. Dianna, Cory and Naya have shown up for the afternoon gawk session and Mark and Ashley are trying to convince them that it's "totally awesome" but they can't quite believe it. Lea's tapping away on her phone every now and then, embellishing Mark's story occasionally.

"Hey, Brad wanted to know if you'd be ready with a ten minute call?" An assistant has appeared from no where, clipboard in hand, pencil behind his ear and tapping his foot.

Chris rolls his shoulders and rotates his neck a little to sense how sore he still is. "Yeah, I should be good for ten."

"Wonderful!" The man is already scurrying out of the cafeteria and scribbling notes on his clipboard.

"You should head off now," Lea says, hand on his cheek and smoothing out some of his make-up. "You need some touch ups."

"I always need touch ups," he says as he rolls his eyes. The others wave and say they'll see him soon as he wanders out to find the hair and make-up team.

He's halfway across the lot when his phone beeps and he tugs it from his pocket.

'Your place or mine? I'm back for a few days for recording.'

He's equal parts wanting to start skipping, and wanting to punch Darren in the face for not having told him he was coming back sooner.

'Depends on what you want to do. Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?'

The phone stays clutched in his hand as people fuss over his hair and reapply make-up, beeping again as he heads back onto set.

'Surprise? I vote your place. Your pillows are comfier.'

He rolls his eyes and taps out a response saying he'll be home by seven. Darren sends back that he'll be there at eight. He switches off the phone, sticks it in his bag and goes over to discuss with Brad what's next on the shoot schedule.

The afternoon passes quicker than the morning. They start to do full runs of his routine and he moves through it fluidly, only missing a grab once and causing a minor injury to his knee, but it's not really enough to shut the set down so they continue on. He knows that the swords still needs to be done but that it should be relatively easy because hell, he's been doing that for years.

When Brad finally announces that he's happy with the takes they have of him on the scaff, he gets a standing ovation from everyone in the set. He can feel the heat creeping up his neck as he awkwardly accepts their rather loud praise. Then Brad moves on to him with the swords and his mind sort of switches off and he settles in to the ease of flipping and twirling them around his wrists and hands. He has to admit to himself though, he'll be glad when he can get home and settle in on the couch and maybe just hold on to Darren tonight. It's been a long day.

"I think that's a wrap!" Brad announces after the millionth take for the day. He spins the swords until they're flat against the backs of his arms in the safety position and once again the audience are cheering. He waves meekly, handing his Sais to one of the runners and heading towards them.

"Okay, I'm never doubting Ash and Mark again!" Cory says, holding his hand out for a high-five which Chris gives him.

"I don't know why you'd doubt us to begin with," Ashley sniffs.

They chat for a while until Chris notices the ache in his lower back and he apologises but insists he really needs to get going and out of Kurt's clothing and rest. He gets hugs and kisses on the cheek and Ryan tells him he did a great job and to have an easy day tomorrow. He nods, thanks him, thanks Brad and a few other members of the crew before gathering up his bag and heading for his trailer.

The pain in his muscles is starting to set in as he untangles himself from the outfit and back into his regular jeans and tee. It's going on six and he knows he'll be able to get home and maybe fall onto the couch and do nothing for an hour if he leaves now and the traffic is nice to him. He waves to a few straggling crew as he climbs into his car, pulling out of the lot and heading for home.

And the traffic isn't the nicest, but he still gets home and basically stumbles for the couch and collapses onto it. He hums happily at being able to stretch out and relax and it's glorious. Except that he's not sure if he slips into sleep but it seems like his doorbell is ringing far sooner than the hour he had anticipated. There's a twinge in his shoulder as pushes himself off the couch and shuffles to the door. And through his peephole, he can see Darren bobbing from side to side. Dork.

He tugs at the locks and latches and for someone with so much barely restrained energy, Darren's smile and slow gathering of Chris into his arms sort of makes Chris feel fragile. Darren's chin tucks into against his neck and his fingers clench into Chris' tee near his shoulder blades and Chris snuffles deeply at the hair near Darren's ear.

"It's like coming home," Darren mumbles against his skin and Chris feels the telltale burn of tears, because Darren is so right and any desires he had to smack Darren are gone because he's here again and hugging Darren isn't the same as Lea or Dianna or anyone else who insists on holding him.

Time seems to stop as Darren and Chris just breathe. There's no movement, no changes in touch or pressure. Just them holding each other, breathing against hair and skin and Darren becomes aware of the steady pulse of Chris' neck and realises his heartbeat has slowed to match it.

"Love you," Chris finally whispers, hand splayed over the small of Darren's back.

Darren pulls back, eyes shimmering and smile wide. "I love you too." His nose nuzzles Chris' cheek and his lips are soft as he kisses the corner of Chris' mouth. "Have you eaten dinner?"

"I feel like I barely got home," Chris replies, threading his fingers through Darren's hair and delighting in how soft and fluffy it feels.

"It's a good thing I bought pizza then," Darren says, and Chris is only now made aware of the box near Darren's feet on his porch. Darren releases his hold on Chris, bending down to scoop up the box. "C'mon."

Chris is amused at how Darren leads him back into his own home, but he pauses a moment to re-lock the front door while Darren toes off his shoes, before wandering over to where Darren is sitting on his couch, box on the coffee table that Chris fucked him over. His cheeks heat and Darren catches it, snorting.

"Come," he beckons, and Chris tries not to flush further as he snuggles against Darren in between his legs, reaching for a slice of pizza when he's comfortable. He eats quietly as Darren runs his fingers through Chris' hair, telling him of his time in New York and letting him in on a few of the scenes he's been filming. The warm, slightly rough hands slide over his neck, rubbing small circles around his vertebra and he almost forgets how to eat because it's so soothing, until Darren pokes him lightly. So he keeps chewing and Darren keeps regaling him with stories of the Imogene cast, how he misses the spontaneity of the Glee cast and dancing. He doesn't really ask questions, just talking in his low baritone that has Chris' eyes fluttering shut as Darren's fingers drift across his shoulders.

"Hey now, you aren't falling asleep on me are you?" Darren teases and Chris blinks his eyes open, dazedly tilting his head up to meet Darren's eyes.

"Long day," he says, feeling utterly content as Darren's fingers curl around his ear. He sort of thinks his purring would be heard in Argentina if he was a cat.

"I know," Darren smiles, tugging Chris up his body until their faces are aligned. "But I need to kiss you now, okay?"

Chris doesn't even bother responding, his eyes closing as he presses their lips together. It's like the hug earlier: slow, warm, comforting. It's like becoming reacquainted with something you'd forgotten about, when you smell something that hurtles you back a decade. Darren's hand cups his cheek as his tongue runs over Chris' bottom lip, and he doesn't hesitate to part them, their tongues licking and tasting and touching. Chris' hands have apparently made themselves comfortable amongst Darren's hair and Darren's free hand is running over Chris' back lightly, a caress that's there and not there at the same time.

"I love you," Darren says when they break away, eyes darkened honey and emerald green. Chris feels shy under the heat of Darren's gaze and he nibbles at the stubble on Darren's jaw. Darren's sigh is soft but happy, a gentle wave of warmth that ruffles the hair by Chris' ear. "How sore are you from today?"

Chris pauses, eyebrow raises as he turns his attention back to Darren. "How would you know what I did today and that I'd be sore?"

Darren's cheeks look faintly stained and Chris fights the urge to pinch them like a grandmother. "I uh…got some…pictures and videos."

"Huh." He doesn't move, just keeps staring and waiting for an explanation.

"Uh…Lea called…a few days ago…squealed a 'Congratulations!' in my ear so loud I think I may have permanent damage…" Darren says nervously.

And Chris remembers the tiny smirk on Lea's face over lunch and then the text from Darren after he headed back onset.

"She was texting you with stuff today, wasn't she?"

Darren's eyes dart away. "Uh…maybe?"

"I'm going to snap her pretty little neck," Chris grumbles. "No amount of ice cream will spare her."

"Oh, come now," Darren says, tilting Chris' face. "They were very…interesting. I wish I'd been there instead of the recording studio."

"I'm glad you weren't," Chris says suddenly. He catches the hurt flicker across Darren's face and then realises what he'd said. "No no, like…I'd have been so conscious of you there watching me I'd probably have had an accident."

Darren still looks unsure, biting his lower lip.

"And I think, if you don't mind, I'd really rather come later than now." He wiggles his hips a little and Darren's breath catches, his eyes darkening more.

"You're a horrible tease," Darren glowers.

"Love me anyway?"

"Always," Darren replies, his lips capturing Chris' again as he kneads his fingers along the broad expanse of Chris' back. "But," he says, "you didn't actually tell me how you feel."

Chris arches his back, stretches his limbs, feels and hears the little pops and cracks as he bends his neck. "Even if I felt utterly awful, I'd never tell you after missing you for nearly two weeks."

"Can you get rid of the pizza then and we take this upstairs?" Darren questions, trying very hard to ignore the way Chris' muscles flex in his neck and arms and back.

Chris nods, dropping a kiss to his lips before climbing free from their tangled limbs. He holds out his hand and Darren laces their fingers together, squeezing gently before Chris heads for the kitchen and he wanders up the stairs towards Chris' bedroom. He flicks on the light and notices nothing has changed in the weeks since he's been here, except that the sheets appear to have been changed. He starts a little when he feels Chris' fingers at his back.

"You're so quiet," he says, eyes closing as the hands roam over back.

"I'm a ninja. I thought you would've seen my sword skills?" Chris murmurs, hands tugging at Darren's shirt. He raises his arms and lets Chris pull it off him before turning around.

"Oh, I've seen your sword work," he grins, sliding his hands under Chris' tee. "I'm just not sure if we're talking about the same swords here or not."

Chris' forehead creases for a fraction of a second before his nose crinkles up and he's laughing. "Oh my God, that's terrible!"

"I was quite proud of it actually," Darren says, trying for haughty and just making Chris laugh more.

"I missed you so bad," Chris says when he's calmed down, Darren's hands tickling across his stomach.

"Missed you more," Darren replies, tilting his head and kissing Chris. He can feel Chris' long fingers skim his shoulders, and he finally manages to encourage Chris' shirt over his head. It's sort of like he's been in a drought because the pale, soft skin of Chris' chest makes his mouth water and he shivers with need and want. He steers Chris towards the bed, hands working at the button on Chris' jeans and feeling Chris shudder when he brushes over his erection when he inches the zipper down.

"Dare," Chris breathes, wriggling his hips and letting his pants pool at his feet. Darren's eyes flicker up and he becomes a little lost by the green and blue gazing back at him. And then Chris is sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers swiftly undoing Darren's khakis and pushing them down along with his underwear. The cool air hits his cock and he shuts his eyes for a moment, which is when he startles again as Chris' hand wraps around him.

"Oh God," he whimpers, eyes squeezing together, feeling all the blood rushing to one particular point, feeling himself harden in Chris' grip as he strokes back and forth.

Chris' eyes keep going up and down, watching the shallow movement of Darren's chest and back to the dick in his hands. He smiles to himself, licks his lips and leans forward, flattening his tongue against the slit of Darren's cock. Darren's hips jerk, a hand flying to Chris' hair to steady himself. Chris glances back up at Darren, finds his eyes so dark and dilated they're nearly pitch black, holds the gaze, flicks his tongue out again. "Fuck," Darren groans, hand clenching almost painfully in Chris' hair. Chris takes the opportunity to sink his mouth and he realises again how much he'd missed Darren when he hears the broken noise above him, the way Darren rocks his hips a little. His hand splays over Darren's back as he works back and forth, tongue swiping roughly at the swollen vein.

He pulls off, lips red and shiny, staring up at Darren through lidded eyes.

"You're gonna be the death of me," Darren mutters with a shake of his head, his hand against Chris' shoulder and pressing him back. Chris takes the silent command and crawls up the bed as Darren climbs over him, his fingers pinching Chris' boxer briefs and getting rid of them quickly.

"You have," Darren pauses when his lips find Chris' mouth, tasting himself on Chris' tongue. He didn't even know he could get harder, but apparently that's possible. "You have no idea how difficult it's been to be apart from you."

"I think I do," Chris replies, hands in Darren's hair again.

Darren shakes his head, kissing along Chris' neck. "You don't," he says, teeth scraping along Chris' throat and making his back arch a little. "It's harder for me," he says, mouthing at the thin sheen of sweat on the pale collarbone. "Because you get to stay on the set you know," he palms at Chris chest, fingers teasing at Chris nipple and making him moan, "with the people who love you," his mouth closes over the small nub, tonguing at it and then pulling away to kiss down the centre of Chris' chest, "while I'm in New York with relative strangers," he noses at Chris bellybutton and props himself up, licking the underside of Chris' cock, "and missing the fuck out of you."

"Okay," Chris agrees nervously, fingers running through Darren's hair. "Okay, you have it worse. Can you stop teasing now?"

"Baby, I'm just getting started," Darren hums, his mouth taking the head of Chris' dick and swirling his tongue over it.

"God, Dare," Chris grunts, fingers tight. Darren wraps his hand around Chris' erection to hold him steady, and then starts bobbing his head slowly, remembering the taste and the feel of it on his tongue. He makes sure Chris never gets too comfortable, mixing up slow and fast, shallow and deep, finding what Chris liked based on the way his hips and stomach muscles moved beneath his other hand.

He pulls off even as Chris whines. "I want to blow you until you come," he says, hand pumping gently as he stares up at Chris' eyes. "I want to swallow and I want you to let go and not be anxious about it."

The look in Chris' eyes was hesitant, and Darren waited until he got the nod, mouth returning to the hard dick and feeling more purposeful now. His momentum changed less and Chris directed him a little with pulls at his hair. He placed his palm over Chris inner thigh, feeling the taut muscles straining.

"D-Dare," Chris stutters when his short nails scratch at Chris' skin, and he establishes a rhythm of light scratches and Chris' moans get louder and more desperate, his hips beginning to move wildly. Darren's gaze shoots up to Chris and he squeezes at Chris' leg. Chris' eyes barely open but they meet for a second and he bucks into Darren's throat. Darren feels his eyes water a little and he swallows and then Chris stills and tenses, and Darren knows, he knows, and he barely manages a soft hum to vibrate his throat before he feels the warm rush and Chris is gasping above him, his body quaking as his muscles contract and release.

When he's satisfied he's swallowed everything, he slips off Chris' softened cock and lays across Chris' body. Chris is hot and panting and slippery with sweat, a blissed-out smile curling his lips.

"Love you," Darren says huskily, and Chris' eyes open and his hand on Darren's shoulder is comforting and warm.

"Love you," he repeats, fingers stroking at Darren's skin.

They lay for a few minutes while Chris catches his breath and comes down off the high. Darren's still achingly hard but he enjoys just watching and feeling, his hand finding Chris' other hand and tangling their fingers together.

"You're very patient," Chris says, thumb stroking over one of Darren's knuckles.

Darren shrugs, propping his chin up on Chris' chest. "I just wanted to bask."

"You can't bask when I'm the one who got off," Chris muses.

"Sure I can," Darren says, playing with Chris' slender fingers. "I love you. I'm happy here, right now."

"So am I," Chris says, brushing a curl behind Darren's ear. "You know what would make me happier though?" Darren raises an eyebrow in question. "If you would be so kind as to fuck me senseless."

Darren is continually astounded at how Chris can leave him speechless. He's rarely at a loss for words, but if it happens, Chris is good at doing it.

"I think I could be so kind," Darren nods in agreement, raising himself up to kiss Chris again.

Chris groans when he tastes himself still on Darren's tongue, his fingers clutching uselessly at Darren's back. And then Darren starts all over again, his hand palming over Chris' dick which is mustering an effort for a second round, pumping back and forth until it starts to harden in his grip. Chris reaches over to his bedside table and pulls the lube from the drawer, passing it to Darren's waiting hand.

"I love you." He wonders if he'll ever get tired of saying it. He doubts it. Especially when Chris' eyes light up like that.

He grabs one of the pillows by Chris' head and props it beneath Chris' hips, uncapping the bottle and squeezing the gel onto his hand.

"It's not that I hate New York," he mumbles, sliding a cool finger between the heat of Chris' ass. "It just doesn't have you there."

"That's so sweet," Chris says sarcastically. "Now get on with it."

Darren laughs, pressing a finger inside. Chris adjusts quickly and wriggles his hips for more. Darren obliges, working him torturously slowly open and continuing to fist Chris' cock which is now fully hard again.

"Darren," Chris whines, and Darren places a kiss to the head of Chris' dick before moving so he's lined up with Chris. He wraps one leg around his waist and bends Chris other leg to prop it over his shoulder.

"You ready?" he asks.

"I've been dying for this for too long," Chris mutters, and Darren kisses him hard as he thrusts in in one fluid motion. Chris' head falls back as he groans and Darren emits a soft sound when he sees the muscles and veins of Chris' neck pop out. "God Darren, move," Chris complains. "I said fuck me senseless, yeah?"

"Yeah, you did," Darren grunts, rolling his hips back and plunging in roughly. Chris whimpers and claws at his back. He starts rocking his hips, and the needy mewls of Chris combined with his growls and the harsh slap of skin and tiny squeak of the bed springs takes over the room. It feels like the room is on fire and Darren is sweating like crazy as Chris clutches at him.

He pauses, adjusts Chris' legs and then starts rutting harder and faster, and when he shifts a fraction, the jolt of Chris' body and the sound that erupts from his mouth drives Darren forward with a frenzied sort of pace that Chris doesn't seem to mind at all.

"Oh, oh, God, fuck," Chris wheezes, his hand finding his cock and jerking at it rapidly.

"C'mon," Darren chokes out and Chris flexes hard before spilling over his hand, his ass contracting around Darren, and it sends Darren over into his own little heaven, his hips moving raggedly as he slows and eventually slides out, falling beside Chris and desperately trying to catch up on oxygen.

Their breathing eventually slows and falls into synchrony, and Chris muffles a curse.

"What?" Darren mumbles, eyes cracking open.

"I have to get the cloth, again," he whinges, rolling over and stumbling awkwardly to his feet and towards his ensuite.

Darren snickers into the pillow his face is pressed against. "I think I just like watching your ass wobble away from me."

"You'll pay for that!" Chris shouts from the bathroom.

"Look forward to it," he calls back, his eyes sliding shut.

He's asleep before Chris returns a few minutes later and Chris rolls his eyes as he tugs a blanket over Darren's naked body. He snuggles up to him and Darren sleepily moves his arm and Chris pets his hair.

"Yeah, you make me really happy," he whispers fondly, recalling Lea's words from a few days ago, eyes closing as he allows himself to finally sleep.


A/N: Now do we get why Lea needed to know? She had to send pics to Darren! It's 5.25am and I have a stupidly long day ahead of me and have to leave home in six hours, which means I'm going to miss Glee livestream and have to watch it when I get home. Look at all the fucks I give about the time. Look at all the creys I give about missing Glee. -CREYSCREYSCREYSBUTNOFUCKS-

Cool story, bro.

Okay, so anyway. Hopefully this makes up for last chapter because hey, Chris got TWO orgasms! Ain't he special. I actually sort of like this chapter, even if I have a horrible shuddery hate for blowjobs. Hopefully it was uh, good and realistic enough! And hopefully the fluff and stuff was good too.

Endless loves to all those who review! It makes me so squeeful to see that in my inbox! Fill it with love and assure me that it is perfectly okay to write such things between two males who exist in real life? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease? -tries to do puppy eyes but fails-

Okay. Whatever. Love to everyone and see you next chapter! x