Day Ten

Sitting with his knees to his chest, one arm wrapped around his legs, watching as the waves roll in and break against the shore, Chris takes a drink of his orange juice. It's close to one in the afternoon, the bright, warm sun high in the clear, blue sky. He sits out on the deck alone; Darren still asleep in bed, not surprised considering the night before.

Thinking about the night before, dancing in Darren's arms as he realized he loved him makes his heart ache at knowing he can't tell him. Keeping that secret locked away will be best for Darren in the end; even though it hurts, he will do it. It's not out of fear of not hearing it in return, because that he could handle. What he couldn't handle is hearing it in return and dragging Darren into a complicated, screwed up mess his life would be if the media and press were to discover the truth about them. Because, in the end, he knows if Darren were to tell him he loved him, it would be impossible for him to not be with him in every way. It would be impossible to stay just the friends who fooled around that one summer. That's why he knows he can't tell him; he can't bring him into something he shouldn't have to deal with.

Yawning and running his hands over his face, rubbing the sleep from his face, Darren smiles at finding Chris sitting outside. Stopping and staring at him as the sun shines on him, seemingly giving him a glow that makes him look stunning, all he can think about is keeping him. And not keeping him like some toy he plays with every once and while to entertain him when he's bored. But keep him as his for longer than a handful of days. He wants him as more than just a best friend. For the first time in his life, he wants a boyfriend.

With Chris as his boyfriend, he knows it would be amazing, and unlike anything he's ever experienced, just like these days so far. Even though it would be new to have a boyfriend, he knows he would still be a great boyfriend to Chris. He could totally pull off romantic and sweet and enduring. With Chris, he brings out that side of him more than anybody else he's been with.

Walking up to Chris, seeing eyes shining bright with warmth when he looks to him, he sits down close next to him. Leaning over and nuzzling his nose in the curve of his neck, placing a kiss over his racing pulse, he rests his head on his shoulder.

"Morning," Chris tells him. "Or I should say afternoon."

"Whatever it is, I'm glad to share it with you," Darren says in reply.

Lifting his head and resting his chin on Chris' shoulder, listening to the sound of waves crashing, breathing in the smell of the ocean, he wraps an arm around Chris' waist. Resting his hand at Chris' hip, barely slipping it under the material of his shirt just enough for his fingertips to brush warm skin, stroking his thumb over flesh, he soaks in this little moment. When outside, they make sure to stay so far apart so as not to draw too much attention. But when they are brave, like now, with so little time together, he's going to take advantage of these little moments.

"We should go swimming one last time," Darren softly says.

Staring at the blue water of the ocean, watching the waves and tides, and how the water moves, Chris doesn't see anything wrong with that. "Later," he replies. "When the sun starts to set."

"Deal," Darren responds with a small chuckle. "I'm hungry; gonna go eat."

Turning his head to look at Darren, a small smile appearing on his lips, Chris leans forward and nudges his nose against Darren's. "I'm starved, too," he says.

"Pizza?" Darren suggest.

"Sounds perfect." Finishing the last of his orange juice, dropping his legs, he stands up. "Do you think they have a place that delivers? 'Cause I really don't feel like cooking."

"Let's find out." Feeling Darren wrap and arm around his waist and pull him close into his side, Chris goes with him back inside.

An hour later sitting on the couch, Chris sitting with his back pressed to his side and legs outstretched in front of him, they eat slices of pizza and drink cold beer. It's easy and comfortable just like everything else between them has been so far.

"It's kind of scary how quickly we ate this pizza," Darren surprisingly says as he stares at the last slice of pizza sitting in the box.

"We did work up an appetite last night," Chris chuckles, finishing off his beer. Darren stares into his luminous eyes when he tips his head back and looks up at him. "Am I right?"

"I didn't hear you protest," he replies, letting out an easy laugh. "In fact I think I heard the opposite. What was it," Darren says, pretending to try and remember. "I distinctly recall hearing, in a desperate voice I might add, 'More' and 'Harder' and 'Right there.'"

"Oh, you wanna play dirty, do you?" Chris turns around and faces Darren, setting his empty bottle on the table. Darren sees him wickedly grin and arch an eyebrow at him. "Because, I think I remember you pretty much being a babbling mess when I went down on you."

"Can you blame me? You have an amazing mouth." Darting his eyes to Chris' lips, Darren eagerly wants to kiss him. "Wanna make out?" he asks with deep desire lacing his voice.

"There you go again," Chris laughs, although Darren can see want filling his eyes. "Talking like a teenager, again."

"So, you don't want to make out?"

"I never said that," Chris tells him.

A hand grabs behind his neck and pulls him forward. Moaning into the kiss Darren gives him, Chris moves to straddle his lap. Draping his arms over Darren's shoulders, running his fingers through curls still messy from sex and sleep, he parts his lips when he feels Darren lick at the seam of his mouth. Letting out a small whimper when Darren softly delves his tongue into his mouth, tentatively licking and gently massaging their tongues together, he grips at curls and presses closer to Darren's body.

It's out of slight sadness that this could be the last time he can make out with Darren for an extended amount of time that he is doing this. Not to say he wouldn't have done it if that wasn't the case. Any reason to sit here and kiss soft, full lips for as long as he desires and he'll gladly accept. But knowing the time with Darren is dwindling by the second, he wants to take advantage of being able to kiss him all he wants.

Holding Chris close to him, resting a hand at his lower back, fingers brushing the waistband of his pajama bottoms, Darren knows he could spend hours doing this.

Kissing Chris is amazing. Pressing his lips to Chris' smooth, plump ones is something he would never tire of doing. But he also knows his ability to just kiss him anytime he wants to is slowing fading away. The opportunity for him to just pull Chris close and kiss him just because he feels like it is almost gone. When they leave tomorrow, he won't be able to do this. He won't be able to kiss lips that feel amazing moving against his.

Holding Chris tight, he flips them over and lays him against the couch. Settling down between his legs, feeling as Chris hooks his legs over his hips, he continues to kiss him.

Pulling in a deep breath when Darren starts to kiss down his neck, releasing a small whine when he sucks and nips at the sensitive area of his neck, he tips his head back to expose more of his neck. Wrapping his arm around Darren's back, clutching at his shirt, he flutters his eyes closed and parts his lips and softly moans as Darren gently nips and bites at the area right below his ear. It sends jolts of desire through him at how great it feels. Just from the feel of Darren's mouth sucking at the skin, he knows what he is doing.

He's trying to give him a hickey. A hickey that would be red against his pale skin; a hickey that would be great to have if not for the fact that he can't have that. Because, Chris then remembers they are leaving tomorrow and he would have no way of explaining a random hickey on his neck. So, pushing at Darren's shoulders, a bit upset at feeling his mouth leave his neck, he looks up at him as he hovers over him.

"You can't do that," he tells him. "We're leaving tomorrow. I can't have that on my neck."

At Chris' words, Darren realizes he's right. "Sorry," he apologizes, cupping the side of Chris' face and stroking his cheek. "I forgot for a second."

"It's okay." Chris turns into Darren's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. Gazing into stunning eyes when he looks back up at him, Darren smiles down at Chris. "Kiss me again," Chris whispers.

"Gladly." Curling his fingers around Chris' neck, noticing him tip his head back some, he presses his lips to soft, wet ones in a slow, languid kiss. Gently thrusting his tongue into Chris' mouth, moaning as they massage their tongues together, he knows he's going to miss this so much.

He feels like a kid given a puppy he's secretly admired to only have it taken away a few days later because he's supposed to like cats.

But he's going to cherish the time he had with Chris. Every single moment will not be forgotten.

Going when Darren sits up, sitting in his lap, Chris wraps his fingers around his neck and deepens the kiss. There's a bit more hunger and desire behind it.

Letting out a small gasp when he rocks his hips down, a surge of pleasure going through him at the brush of his and Darren's cocks together through the material of their clothes. He wants him terribly; wants to spend their last hours together in bed, naked, having sex, and doing nothing but memorizing every inch of the other person. To spend hours doing nothing but that sounds appeasing and perfect. But, he would rather wait for the night; wait and

"Wa-...Wait," he breathes, forcing himself to move off Darren's lap, falling to the couch.

"Something wrong?" Darren asks with concern evident in his voice.

"No, I just...No." Chris shakes his head, reaching and taking Darren's hand, lacing their fingers together.

Turning on to his side and tangling their legs together when Darren lies down next to him, letting him pull him close, resting his head on Darren's arm, slipping his hand under his shirt that has ridden up some and splaying his hand over warm skin, he feels as Darren softly runs his fingers through his hair with one hand, the other resting low on his back. Staring into his eyes that captivate him, he feels an ache at knowing what tomorrow brings; feels a sadness and hurt that he won't be able to experience this anymore.

"What's wrong?" Darren asks. He knows Chris pretty well. Even before these ten days, he knew something was bothering him just by the look in his eyes. It's the same look he sees now. Something is bothering Chris, and he needs to know so he can make it better.

"Tomorrow came too quickly," Chris whispers to him.

Hearing those words, Darren immediately understands. He feels the same way. It's too soon.

"We can stay. We...we can stay longer and forget about the consequences for a bit longer," he tells him with hope and yearning lacing his voice. He knows he suggested the same thing yesterday, but with what Chris just said, he hopes this time he changed his mind.

"I already told you we can't do that, Dare. We have to go back to the real world." Chris gives a smile that is far from joyous, shrugging his shoulders. "I...I'm just sad that this amazing time with you is coming to an end."

"I know," Darren whispers, feeling the same. Stroking his thumb over the skin of Chris' lower back, treasuring being able to hold him close while he still can, he lets out a soft chuckle when he sees Chris yawn and his eyes start to get heavy. "Tired?"

"Yeah," Chris answers as he minutely nods his head.

"How about we take a nap?"

"That sounds perfect." Turning in Darren's arms, pressing back against him as much as he can, holding his hand that is splayed over his chest tightly, he lets out a small yawn. "I hope you know you fucked up my sleeping schedule," Chris playfully gripes as he burrows into the pillow his head is resting on.

"Mine just as fucked up as yours, as well," Darren tells him with soft chuckle, nuzzling his nose in the back of Chris' neck. "Seems our late night activities are catching up with us."

"Using the word 'activities' makes it seem like we play board games or something." Chris hears Darren laugh into his ear, making him smile.

"Is that what we're gonna tell our friends when they ask what we did?" Darren questions.

"Well, duh; because the reply "Each other." probably wouldn't go over so easy with them," Chris jokingly replies. Lying there for a few minutes, thinking about what Darren brought up, he realizes they need to discuss that. "Dare?"

"Yeah?" he whispers, hearing the hint of worry to Chris' voice.

"What do we say when they ask?" Chris asks with concern. "What...We can't tell them, that's obvious. But what do we say?"

Kissing Chris' shoulder and stroking his thumb over his hand to calm him down a bit, Darren gazes into Chris worry filled eyes as he looks over his shoulder at him. "The truth, but with some parts omitted," he tells him. "We tell them we drank, barbecued, went to parties, built sandcastles, swam, meet some great people, and," he grins, raising an eyebrow, "played board games." He smiles when Chris releases a laugh, feeling him relax in his arms.

"Very intense board games," Chris jokes.

"Ones that left us exhausted and thoroughly pleased."

Chris snorts as Darren hugs him tightly and places a kiss at the curve of his neck. "You know I won't be able to look at a board game now without laughing," he points out.

"You and me both," Darren tells him.

Letting out a yawn, closing his eyes, he is more than ready for a nap even though he woke up less than four hours ago. "I'm going to sleep now," he informs Darren.

"I'll join you."

With a smile on his lips, Chris quickly falls asleep in Darren's strong arms where he feels safe and happy.

Waking up a couple hours later lying on his stomach, and alone, Darren groans as he sits up. Rubbing his hands over his face, and trying to get the sleep out of his eyes, he stands up off the couch. Stretching his arms above his head, hearing a few joints pop, and yawning, he looks out the glass to see that the sun has barely started to set. Turning his head when he hears bottles clanking together as the fridge door closes, he smiles at seeing Chris standing behind the breakfast bar.

"That nap was great," he says as he walks over to Chris.

"Yeah, it was," Chris agrees. "The only bad thing is now we'll be up late."

"I'm pretty sure we can figure out something that will tire us out," Darren jokes as he kisses the back of Chris' neck, hearing him release a small laugh. Wrapping his arms around his small waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder, pressing close to him, he watches as Chris makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "You still up for swimming?" he asks as he watches Chris start to slice a banana.

"Yeah," Chris agrees. "Although, it is starting to get dark. Will it be safe for us?"

"We should be fine." Darren watches as Chris starts to place the banana slices on the piece bread that has peanut butter on it. Dropping his arms from around Chris' waist, he moves to sit up on the counter. Watching him finish making the sandwiches and cut them in half, he takes one of the halves.

Taking a bite of his sandwich, watching as Darren eats as well, Chris looks outside to see the sun setting. The sky is filled with pinks and reds and orange that reflect on the water. It's a beautiful sight; one that he wishes he could take a picture and show the world. But he's happy with just sharing it with Darren.

"Do we have to go swimming?" he asks as pulls a banana slice out of his sandwich and eats it.

"We don't have to," Darren replies, putting extra emphasis on have. "If you don't want to I won't force you to go."

"I don't think I'm up for it anymore," Chris says as moves to stand between Darren's legs. Placing his hands on his thighs, he smiles up at him. "I'm sorry. But you can still go if you want to."

"It's fine." Staring at Chris, seeing how beautiful he is, and how much happiness is in his eyes that shine with it at the moment, Darren hates that this is their last night together.

Cupping the back of Chris' neck, and placing a finger under his chin to tilt his head back, he leans down and places his lips on Chris' soft, full ones that taste like peanut butter. Smiling against his mouth at that, he licks at the seam of his mouth, feeling him part his lips in invitation. Gently delving his tongue into Chris' mouth, tentatively licking, softly moaning when Chris starts to massage their tongues together, Darren wants to kiss him forever.

The kiss is slow and languid; is hot enough for him to want more. It creates a sizzle under his skin he can feel all the way down to his toes. It's has desire flowing through him. But he ignores that in favor of continuing to kiss Darren.

The hand at the back of his neck moves away, and suddenly Darren's mouth is gone. Opening his eyes to see what happened, he finds Darren licking his lips, which just makes him want to kiss him even more again.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks.

"Let's watch the sunset," Darren replies as he hops off the counter. Pulling Chris close to him, seeing a bit of a pout on his face, he chuckles at knowing Chris still wants to kiss him. "Don't pout; it makes you look cuter than you normally are."

"When you suggest watching the sunset to me kissing you, I'm gonna pout," Chris tells him. "Let's forget the sunset and just kiss."

Darren laughs. "How about a nice, hot bath instead?" he suggests.

"I could do that," Chris responds, nodding his head.

Giving him a quick kiss, he takes his hand in his. "Let's go then."

Ten minutes later, the bathroom warm and filled with steam, Chris climbs into the tub. Sitting between Darren's legs, and lying back against his chest, head resting on his shoulder, he hums in contentment. Turning his head and sliding his nose along Darren's neck, hearing the sigh he releases, he presses his lips right to where his pulse point is, feeling the strong beat beneath his lips.

"This is so much better than a sunset," he laughs. An arm snakes around his waist and pulls him impossibly closer, smiling when Darren turns to look at him with laughter to his eyes. "What?" he asks as he lifts his arm and skims his fingers through curls at the base of Darren's neck, lightly digging his nails in and dragging them.

"I'm happy here with you," Darren replies to him.

Chris feels his heart soar at the words; he beams up at Darren. "I'm happy here with you, too."

Gazing at Chris as he gives him a smile more beautiful than the sunset occurring outside at the moment, Darren leans over and kisses the tip of his nose, enjoying when he giggles. Going lower, he takes Chris' lips in a slow, languid kiss. Gently thrusting his tongue into Chris' mouth after he parts his lips, sliding their tongues together, feeling him grasp a handful of his hair, he pulls in a deep breath when Chris breaks the kiss.

Sitting up and carefully turning around, hearing water slosh over the edges of the tub and hit the floor, Chris leans over and pulls Darren in for a hungry kiss. It's filled with desperation and need and want.

It doesn't take long for his body to crave more.

Lying against Darren when he sits back against the tub, hearing more water fall out of the tub, he kisses him as he oh so gently rocks his hips down, moaning at the drag of his cock against Darren's. Kissing him as he feels hands roam over his back, he is ready to get out of the tub and do something about his need for Darren.

Staring into Chris' lust blown eyes, seeing how dark they are with need and desire, he desperately kisses him.

"Tell me, Chris," he says as he grabs at Chris' hips as he rolls them down on him, lifting his own hips up into the motion.

"Feels so good," Chris softly groans, reaching behind Darren to grab at the edge of the tub for support.

Rolling his hips down, wet hands sliding against the porcelain, feeling Darren hook one of his legs over his hip, he moves his hips.

"Tell me, Chris."

"F-Feels...a-amazing," he stutters, releasing a soft moan when Darren grabs his ass, squeezing the flesh under his hand. "Need...Want more."

"What do you want?" Darren asks him as he brushes their lips together; sticking his tongue out to barely flick over Chris' upper lip.

"Want you," Chris replies, dropping one of his hands and curling it around Darren's neck, tipping his head back and capturing his mouth in a passionate, hungry kiss.

"Want me, what?" Darren asks even though it's clear what Chris wants. His body trembles against his with every gentle thrust of his hips down. Just as much as Chris is desperate for it, so is he. He wants to get out of this tub and spend the last night with Chris doing anything but sleeping.

"Want you inside me." Chris kisses his top lip. "Want to make it last." He kisses his bottom lip. "Want to go for hours." Tipping his head back, he feels as Chris kisses down his neck, lightly biting his Adam's apple. Gazing into his eyes when he lifts his head, moaning when Chris rocks down on him, seeing him grin at him, Darren's body screams at him for more. When Chris talks to him it's with a voice filled with need. "Want to lose myself in you for our last night together."

Groaning when Darren leans forward and furiously kisses him, digging his fingers into the side of his neck, pressing close to him, he pulls away and takes a deep breath. Dropping his forehead to Darren's, staring into his eyes, catching his breath, he smiles.

"Ready for a long night?" he asks as he skims his fingers along the back of Darren's neck.

"Definitely," Darren breathlessly replies.

It doesn't take long for them to get from the tub in the bathroom to the bedroom; and once there, Darren slowly works him open with his fingers.

Staring up at Darren as he kneels over him, legs hooked over his hips, he sighs, fluttering his eyes closed and taking his bottom lip between his teeth, when Darren starts to push into him. Hands on his thighs grip tight and hold on as Darren slowly rolls his hips into him, stopping when he's flush against his ass.

It will never get old for him how it feels to have Darren inside him. No other person has made him feel like he does when he's with him. The way he feels full and complete and perfect with Darren is something he's never experienced before. With his past sexual partners it was never like this. It always seemed to feel like there was something missing; something not right. Now being with Darren, he realizes there was nothing missing, he was just with the wrong people. It's almost as if he was meant to be here with the person who makes it feel right.

Parting his lips around a moan when Darren barely rocks his hips, sending an ember of pleasure through him, he arches his back and works his hips down onto Darren.

Gripping Darren's hands in his when he takes his hands and places them above his head, leaning over him and thrusting his hips hard a few times, he squeezes his hands as he drops open his legs more.

He knew how amazing sex could be. It was always great before. But now, sex with Chris, is somehow phenomenal. The pleasure he experiences is indescribable, and almost unreal. His whole body seems to be attuned to what he is doing. Every inch of him feels alive.

Eyes dark and wild like a thunderstorm stare up at him as he rolls his hips into Chris. Watching him tip his head back and release a small whimper, wet lips parting and glistening from the light overhead, Darren softly skims his thumb over Chris' red and full lips. Seeing as Chris turns his head into his hand, taking his thumb into his mouth and licking over the digit, he moves in him with slow, languid thrust of his hips.

As he looks at Chris, seeing a flush spreads across his cheeks and down his chest, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes as he moans around his thumb as he thrust his hips, Darren can't stop thinking how gorgeous he looks.

He's seen him in various states of being. There's the way he looks as Kurt, the way he looks as himself, when he's dressed up, when he's in nothing but sweats, and now as he's naked beneath him. Seeing Chris in any way is a gorgeous sight in and of itself, but how he looks now easily tops all of that.

Staring up at Darren as he slowly fucks him, driving him crazy in the best way possible, Chris watches as he pushes his knee up to his chest. Arching his back and crying out on the next slow, deep thrust of Darren's hips.

This time is about drawing it out; making it last as long as possible. The anticipation of it all.

Drawing his hips back and slowly thrusting back into Chris' body, sending waves of pleasure and desire through him, it's slow and sensual. Leaning down, he buries his face in the curve of Chris' neck as he lets out a low cry of his name when he drags his hips back and slowly pushes back in.

Feeling the stretch of Chris around him, the heat and tightness that are currently driving him crazy makes it difficult to go slow.

It is totally different from anything they've done these past several days. All those times were about reaching the end, having that amazing climax. But this time is about experiencing. This is about enjoying every little thing. This isn't about rushing to get to the end. They are savoring everything.

Grasping a handful of Chris' hair and gently pulling his head back, Darren kisses him slow and languid, sliding their tongues together as their bodies slide together.

Every drag of Darren out of him, and subsequent push back in, sends a jolt of pleasure through him. Lifting his leg higher on Darren's side, tilting his hips up, pulling more of Darren inside him, Chris loudly moans at the next slow thrust of Darren's hips.

It's like a slow fire burn that is torturous but amazing at the same time. It feels like embers of pleasure are flowing through him that need to be flamed to create that fire he wants and craves. He wants to have the pleasure he's known the last few days. But at the same time, this slow and steady is just as great; just as pleasurable. And just what he wanted.

Locking his eyes with Darren's, parting his lips around a soft whimper when he gently thrust back into him, he reaches up and wraps his hand around the back of his neck. Bringing him down into a kiss that is all tongue and teeth, he moans into Darren's mouth when he manages to barely brush his prostate. "Fuck!" he quietly exclaims, dropping his legs open as much as he can.

Hearing Chris curse, and feeling him tremble beneath him, a shiver runs through Darren at how wrecked Chris' voice already sounds, even though they haven't done much.

Pushing himself up, tugging at Chris' hips until his ass is resting in his lap, he grabs at Chris' hips and moves in him with long, languid thrust of his hips. Seeing Chris arch his back and push his hips down for more, crying out in pleasure as he plants his hands to the headboard for leverage, Darren groans as Chris starts to roll his hips down.

Watching as he slowly works his hips down, movements that send pleasure crawling up his spine, Darren knows he has to see him on top of him doing that one last time. So, getting a good hold on him, he turns them over.

Going with Darren when he rolls over, sitting up and sinking all the way down on him, tipping his head back and releasing a small moan, Chris stays still for several heartbeats. He wants to remember this; remember how it feels to have Darren inside him filling him up. Staring down at Darren, he wants to remember how he looks under him; how he looks gorgeous with desire and need swimming in his eyes. He wants to remember what is almost gone.

Fingers squeezing at his hips bring him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" he whispers.

"Are you okay?" Darren asks as he slides his hands from Chris' hips to grab at his thighs.

"Yeah. Just...Just thinking." Chris smiles down at Darren.

Barely grabbing at Darren's sides, flesh warm under his hands, Chris starts to minutely rock his hips. Feeling the smallest of shifts of Darren inside him, softly whining low in his throat, he gently rocks his hips again. It's not much, just enough to keep them both satisfied and bodies on edge for more. Rocking his hips again, watching Darren tip his head back and release a groan, barely thrusting his hips up, Chris knows how much he wants him to pick up his pace, because his body is currently screaming at him to move faster.

It's so hard to hold back. It's difficult to let Chris do what he wants to at the moment. This is about taking it slow. But watching as Chris barely moves his hips, staring down at him with a glint in his eyes, Darren lies there and just lets him do what he wants to.

"Want me to move faster?" Chris smirks down at him, softly rolling his hips.

"Yes," Darren replies with a hint of frustration.

Chris looks gorgeous above him as he moves his hips at his own pace. But watching as he leans down and braces one of his hands on the bed next to his head, shuffling his knees to spread his legs open more, seeing him flutter his eyes and hearing him let a soft moan pass his lips, Darren cries out when Chris lifts his hips until he's almost all the way out of him and then slams back down.

Gripping Chris' hips as he does that a few more times, lifting his hips to meet the thrusts. Right when they set up a fast, hard rhythm, Darren feels as Chris slows down again.

Watching as he sits back up, tipping his head back as he slowly rolls his hips, lowly whimpering, he wonders how much longer they can keep at this pace. His body is already craving, needing more.

Moaning as Chris starts to lift up to his knees and rock back down, grinding his hips and rolling them, he sits up and wraps an arm around Chris, holding him close as thrust up into him.

"Harder, Dare," Chris desperately begs of him. "Harder...Please."

His own body screaming for more, it doesn't take much beyond that to flip Chris to his back. Grabbing behind one of his knees and pushing it to his chest, leaning down and bracing his other hand on the bed by Chris' head, he starts to fuck him like they both want.

It's hard, fast, rough snaps of his hips. He pulls back until he's almost all the way out, feeling Chris stretching around the head of his cock, slamming his hips forward. Nails scratch down his back as Chris arches his back and lets out loud cries of pleasure. Noticing how close he is, he lets go of his knee and reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock.

Darren's hand around his cock and stroking him at the same time as the snap of his hips into him, Chris pushes up into his fist. He's close. It won't be long before he lets go. And when Darren angles his hips on the next thrust in, managing to hit his prostate, he feels his body seize and snap.

He comes over Darren's fist on onto his stomach in white, hot spurts.

Feeling Chris sporadically clenching around him has him planting his other hand to the bed and pounding into him. A few hard snaps of his hips later, he spills inside him. He works his hips until he has nothing left to give; until he is over sensitive.

Just like that it's over. Falling to the bed in a tangle of loose limbs and heavy breathing, this little…affair that they shared is done.

"That was intense," he pants as he heavily breathes, feeling Chris lazily run his fingers through his hair.

"It was," Chris agrees with a nod of his head. "Now, I'm tired."

"Me too."

"Guess we should clean up, then."

"Guess so."

It was supposed to last all night. Be hours of them having what little time they had left to remember what the other was like. But that isn't happening anymore because they just gave everything they had to each other. There is nothing left for them to give. There's not one ounce of them left to give, to show, to hand over.

It's over, and there's nothing either of them can do about it.

After they clean up, Chris turns onto his side and lets Darren pull him close. And with the knowledge that the rising sun brings the end of this with him, he slides his hand into the one he has splayed over his stomach and holds it tight, falling asleep in his arms.


a/n: Expect the epilogue in a few days.