The fact that his birthday is exactly one week from when he graduates always makes Chris laugh. He's not sure if he should laugh from the irony of it, or not. But he laughs. To be of legal consent to be with Darren, but still be his student is funnier than any joke he's heard lately.
At school the day before his eighteenth birthday, Linden gives him a single cupcake with a candle. Chocolate frosting is spread on top as a blue candle with white stripes going in a swirl down around it sits sticking out in the middle. The flame flickers as Linden holds the cupcake, the heat of the fire melting the wax, and making run down the side of the candle, drying solid again before it reaches the frosting.
"Make a wish," Linden tells him when he takes it.
Closing his eyes and making a wish, Chris blows out the candle. "Thank you, Lin." Swiping his finger through the icing and gathering some, he eats it, loving the sweet taste on his tongue.
"Now, I know you said no presents," she says as she grabs a bag from her locker before closing it. "But I couldn't resist."
"Of course," Chris teases her as he takes the proffered bag. Pulling out blue tissue paper, he grabs what's inside. Looking at it and seeing its a photo album, flipping through it to find pictures of Linden and him all through the years, he smiles. It's a homemade photo album of Linden and his friendship for the past nine years. Every page is dedicated to a specific shared moment between them; decorated with stickers, and little notes in Linden's handwriting. Grazing his fingers over a page of pictures from when Linden and he attempted summer camp together one year, Chris beams. "I love it."
"Good," Linden says with joy. "Because it took forever to put together. I went through tons of pictures of us."
Walking alongside her to class, looking at pictures of them from when they were younger, he shuts it when they reach Darren's class. "Reliving old memories," he says when he sits down.
"Yeah." Linden chuckles and nods her head. "Remember when we dressed up as Raggedy Anne and Andy for Halloween when we were little?"
"Oh, my God! Don't remind me, Lin."
"There's a picture of us like that in there."
Flipping through the pages, Chris burst out laughing at finding the picture of Linden and him from that Halloween nine years ago. "We look so stupid," he laughs, covering the picture with his hands. "I might take this one out."
"You better not!" Linden chides him. "It stays there."
"Fine. Fine." Closing the photo album, he leans over and gives Linden a kiss on her cheek. "I really do love it. I'll take it when I leave; have something to remember you by."
"You act like we'll never see each other again." Linden faces straight after she says that when Darren calls the class to order. "We'll still see each other all the time."
"Promise?" Chris grins at her.
"Promise," she repeats, winking back at him.
Since they have less than a week left of school, and Darren has no reason to give them work, he allows them to do whatever they want as long as they keep the noise level to a minimum. Flipping through the photo-album when Linden pulls out her phone and starts to text Matthew, he quietly chuckles at some of the pictures she put in the album. There's one of him in bed viciously hugging Linden after not seeing her for a month while she was away on a family vacation.
"Chris." Looking up when Darren calls his name, he arches an eyebrow at him. "Will you come up here for a second?"
"Sure." Closing the album, Chris stands up and walks up to Darren's desk. Standing there smiling down at him, feeling desire curl in his belly for the man he loves, but still hating he has to wait over a week to be with him. "Yes?" he innocently asks.
"Will you sit down for a moment."
Grabbing a chair and pulling it up next to the desk by Darren, sitting down, Chris places his elbow on the desk. Resting his chin in his hand, he lovingly stares at Darren. "You gonna tell me why I'm up here? Or do I have to guess?" he teases.
"Am I still seeing you tomorrow?" Darren whispers as he glances to the other students to make sure they are busy doing their own thing, and not listening in on the conversation.
"Yes. But my mom is taking me out to dinner first. I'll come over afterwards," Chris tells him.
"What kind of cake do you like?"
"Oh, man. I live for German Chocolate cake. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Okay." Chris gives him a look that says he knows what he's thinking.
"Any place in particular you prefer it from?"
Chris tells him of a bakery that he visits every once in a while to buy their German Chocolate cupcakes. "If I were a sinner, I would become a glutton in a second over those cupcakes."
"That's good to know." Darren winks before turning his attention back to the papers in front of him.
Chris easily guesses there's going to be some German Chocolate cake in his near future. When Darren looks back to him, Chris mouths I love you to him, biting his lip to keep from laughing when a blush stains Darren's cheeks. As easy as Darren can make him blush, Chris loves when he's able to do it to Darren. He rarely gets that reaction out of him, but when he does, he savior a the adorable look that falls over Darren's face.
"Go back to your seat, Chris," Darren playfully demands of him, waving him off.
Sitting across from his mom after finishing his meal, Hannah next to him still pushing her peas around on her plate. Chris smiles at his mom. "Thanks for dinner, Mom," he tells her as he reaches for his glass of water.
"You're welcome. Now," she says as she grabs something next to her, "this is for you."
"Mom, I told y-"
"I know. You said no presents." She grins at him as she holds out an envelope. "This is more of a...helping hand. It's what your father would have wanted."
Confused by that, Chris takes the envelope from his mom. Opening the envelope, he pulls out a folded piece of paper inside. Unfolding it, shocked at what it is, he looks at his mom with his mouth slightly open in surprise. "Mom, I can't take this." He tries to hand back the check, but his mom refuses to take it, shoving his hand away.
"It's enough for the first two years at UCLA," she tells him. "After your father passed, his life insurance was more than I needed. I know you could use it. I don't want you to have to worry too much about tuition."
Standing up and going over to her, he wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly, feeling safe when she hugs back just as tightly. "Thanks, Mom," he whispers into her ear.
"It's the least I could do, sweetie," she softly replies.
Letting go and checking the time on his phone, figuring he'll have at least two hours to be with Darren if he leaves now. Putting his phone in his pocket, he grabs his keys. "I'm gonna go." Hugging his mom once more, he goes over to Hannah and gives her a hug.
"Where you going, sweetie?" his mom asks as she sits back down.
"Just out for an hour of two." He hates lying to his mom, but he knows he has to. It's safer than telling her the truth. "I think I'm going to go get a some of my favorite cake from that bakery."
"Alright. Be careful, and don't come home too late," she reminds him.
"I won't."
"Happy birthday," Darren mumbles as Chris continues to kiss him after letting himself inside.
"Thanks." Chris starts to kiss along his jaw.
"You want your present now, or after dessert?"
"You didn't have to buy me anything."
"I know," Darren says with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile. "But I wanted to."
"You're amazing." Chris languidly kisses him. "And after dessert because I want some cake."
"Well, you're in luck, because I got your favorite." Darren takes his hand and leads him to the kitchen, stopping in front of the breakfast bar.
Sitting down and watching Darren go grab the box of cupcakes on the counter, Chris happily grins when a German Chocolate cupcake is set down in front of him. "You're the best, and I love you," he says as he picks up the cupcake. Peeling back the liner, he takes a big bite. "Oh, this is heaven," he says around the food in his mouth.
Offering Darren a bite when he sits down next to him, Chris leans over, grabbing Darren's chin, and slowly licks away the smudge of icing above the corner of his mouth. "Delicious," he whispers against Darren's lips.
"Me or the cupcake?" Darren reaches out and grabs at Chris' hips, pulling him onto his lap.
"Both." Straddling Darren's lap, leaning in to kiss him, draping his arms over his shoulders, Chris softly moans when Darren gently delves his tongue past his parted lips. Massaging their tongues together, need and want stirring in his belly, he knows they're going to have to stop and cool off soon.
A few moments later Darren pulls away trying to catch his breath. "I think I should go grab your present."
"I think you should stay so I can continue kissing you." Chris chases Darren's mouth and kisses him for a few seconds longer.
"Chris," Darren mumbles between kisses, "you have to stop."
"Make me." Chris grins against Darren's lips, staring into his eyes as he flicks the tip of his tongue over Darren's top lip. Closing his eyes and deepening the kiss, running his fingers through Darren's curls, faintly moaning as Darren pulls him closer, Chris starts to hope that, maybe, this will go where he wants it to.
"No," Darren tells him as if reading his mind.
Chris pulls back and looks at him confused, but a small smirk to his lips. "No, what?"
"I know what you're thinking, Chris. It's not happening." Darren carefully pushes at Chris' hips until he's off his lap. "I'll go get your present now."
Grabbing his unfinished cupcake after Darren walks away, Chris walks over to the couch. Sitting down, he finishes his dessert while waiting for Darren to return.
Licking the icing on his thumb away when he finishes his cupcake a few moments later, he releases a small squeak when lips press to the back of his neck. "Mmm," he moans, "I like this present already."
"Close your eyes," Darren tells him.
Doing as he's told, going when Darren takes his hand and tugs him up, smiling when he kisses him, he stands there waiting. But when he feels something small placed in his open hand, his heart starts to wildly beat in his chest. He knows it could be anything, but when he barely closes his fist around it, fingers grazing smooth felt, he has a good idea what it is he's holding. "Dare?" he says slightly surprised.
"Open your eyes, Chris," Darren says.
Eyes opening, Chris' sight immediately goes to the small jewelry box in his palm. Eyes darting between Darren and the box, nervous and excited, a smile spreads across his face. Opening the black box, his mouth drops open at the ring in the box. It's beautiful. A simple silver band and nothing more.
Of course, he immediately goes to an engagement ring, and that has all kinds of things running through his head.
"It's not an engagement ring," Darren is quick to inform him after he's quiet for several moments. "So, don't worry about answering a certain question tonight."
"Okay." Chris doesn't say that he would have known the answer if Darren had asked; doesn't say that he had a little hope of him maybe asking him when he saw the ring nestled in the cushion. "But it's a ring."
"Yeah, it's a ring." Darren chuckles as he takes the box from Chris and pulls the ring out. Setting the box aside, he takes Chris' right hand. "It's more of a...promise ring," he says as he slides the ring on Chris' middle finger.
"Promise of what?" he asks as the ring comes to rest around his finger.
"Me promising to love you for as long as possible; until the stars burn out. A promise to try and make you as happy as you make me. A promise to always be there no matter what. A promise to be yours forever."
Chris lifts his hand in front of his face, looking at the silver band around his finger. Gazing at Darren, he grins. "I love it. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Capturing Darren's mouth in a slow, tender, languid kiss. "I can't wear it, though," he whispers when he drops his forehead to Darren's. "Not until next week."
"I know." Darren pulls back a bit and grabs the hand with the ring. Lifting Chris' hand, he places a kiss to the ring. "I'm just happy to know you'll have it."
"I'll carry it with me until I can wear it."
"When I see you, I'll know. I like that."
Chris gives Darren a quick kiss before looking at the ring on his finger. "You know," he says as he looks up, voice gone deep, and filled with a certain desire. "I'm eighteen and graduation is in a week."
"What are you trying to say?" Darren arches an eyebrow.
"There's no harm in celebrating both a week early."
"I'm not fucking you, Chris."
"Who said anything about fucking? I certainly didn't." Chris tries to act innocent, making Darren chuckle. "But...I wouldn't say no to, say, a handjob or something."
"Is that so?"
Chris sighs as Darren nuzzles his nose in the curve of his neck, placing small kisses against his skin. "Yeah, you know, a birthday present. I'm eighteen, there's nothing wrong in us doing stuff together."
"You can ask for anything, and you ask for an orgasm." Darren lifts his head and presses his mouth to Chris', both of them staring into the other's eyes. "But I'm still your teacher."
"Only for three more days," Chris points out.
"Not happening, Christopher."
"You pull the Christopher card. Harsh." Chris arches an eyebrow. "Fine, Mr. Criss, I don't want a handjob." Giving Darren a quick peck, he starts to walk to the kitchen for something to drink.
Being pulled back to Darren when he grabs his wrist, Chris smiles when he presses a kiss to the side of his neck. For a second, he thinks Darren might have changed his mind.
"Not happening, baby, so stop thinking about it," Darren whispers into his ear.
"Why?" Chris looks over his shoulder at Darren. "And if you loved me, you would give me a handjob."
"I do love you," Darren answers Chris' first question, but putting some space between them. "And I'm not giving you a handjob because I love you."
"So chivalrous," Chris jokes.
"Not chivalrous. Cautious." Darren nuzzles his nose in the curve of Chris' neck. "Only seven days, Chris. Seven days."
"Tell me something I don't know." Chris tips his head back and lets out breathy moan.
"After you have that diploma in your hand, I'm gonna be on you like it's nobody business." Darren drops his hand to Chris' lower belly and sliding it under his shirt, splaying his fingers over warm flesh.
"What're you going to do?" Chris turns his head and kisses Darren, flicking his tongue over his top lip. "What are you going to do to me?"
"God, Chris," Darren groans. "I want to kiss and touch every inch of your skin. I want to get to know you in the most intimate and sensual way possible. I can't wait to be inside you bringing you pleasure." Chris pulls his lower lip into his mouth and moans when he thinks about that happening; feeling his jeans getter tighter. "I want to make slow, sweet love to you for hours. I want you for myself that night so I can show you just how much you drive me crazy with wanting to touch you in a way I can't yet."
Chris feels his dick twitch in interest at desperately already wanting that; at how desperate Darren sounds. He wants Darren inside him fucking him like he just said he would. "Please," he whimpers, even though he doesn't know what he's begging for. He just needs something. Anything.
"I want to, Chris. God, I want to," Darren groans into his ear. "But I won't."
Letting out a deep sigh at not being able to get what he wants, Chris breathes. It's all he can do at the moment to calm himself down. If he doesn't, he knows he'll likely turn around and jump Darren.
"Come on," Darren whispers into his ear. "Let's finish these cupcakes."
Later that night lying in bed, hand held up in front of his face, Chris stares at the ring resting around his finger. It catches the glow of the moon and glints. The silver is beautiful against his pale skin. Bringing his hand closer to his face, running his thumb over the metal, Chris can't help but to think how perfect the ring feels on his finger. Almost as if it's meant to be there. Which he knows it is.
He doesn't want to take it off. Around his finger is where he wants to keep it. But he knows if it were to stay there, he would be asked questions he couldn't answer. It'd all be too difficult. So it's safer, and easier, for him to just take it off for now like he told Darren.
Slipping the ring off his finger, Chris sets down on top of his phone. Just staring at it under the light of the lamp, the sparkle, he thinks about what this means for Darren and he. This ring means a future together for as long as possible. Forever. It means loving each other through everything life will hand them, and sticking by each other's sides. And Chris can't wait for the next week when he can wear it.
The ceremony seems to drag on forever as Chris sits there waiting for all the people of his graduating class to walk across the stage and get their diplomas. Relieved when he finally sees the last person walk across, he grabs his graduation cap. Tossing his cap into the air after the principal congratulates all of them on graduating, trying to keep his eyes on his, but losing it in the mix of others in the air; Chris decides to look for Linden a few seats down from him. "Congrats, Grad," he cheerfully congratulates her as he pulls her into a fierce hug.
"Can't believe we're finished," Linden says as she picks up a random cap from the ground.
"We're free of this place. Well, in two months, at least." Chris starts to unzip his graduation gown as he follows Linden out of the stadium. Out in the hall, Chris notices Darren shaking hands and congratulating students walking up to him. "I'll be back in a sec."
"Alright." Linden nods her head. "I'm gonna go find Matthew."
Draping his gown over his arm, Chris heads over to where Darren is. "Hi," he says when he stops in front of him, corner of his mouth turning up into a smile.
"Hi." Darren waves to someone behind Chris. "Congratulations."
"Thanks. So, um..." Chris takes a glance at the blank piece of rolled up paper in his hands meant to be his diploma. Funny how a ceremony and a piece of paper now make it able for him and Darren to be together without any worries or qualms. There's no longer any fear of being caught, or getting in trouble.
But even though that is the case, they aren't in a rush to shout it to the community. This is still their secret to share; still something Chris only wants one other person to know about.
"I'm telling Linden tonight," Chris finally says, reminding Darren. "About us."
"Oh, man!" Darren quietly sighs. "I forget we're getting close to the revealing stage. It's nerve wracking."
"We don't have tell everybody." Chris takes a step closer to Darren, breathing in the smell of citrus. "We can just leave with only telling a few important people."
"That would include your mom, right?" Darren asks; Chris nods his head. "She's going to kill me."
"No, she won't. I'll make sure she doesn't bludgeon you with her rolling pin," Chris jokes to ease Darren's worries. "Besides, that's still months away. You should be thinking about later tonight." Chris sees Darren relax considerably at the mention of their planned night together. "I can't wait."
"Me either."
Almost eight months of waiting have led to this night; have led to them, finally, being together physically. Chris can feel the anticipation growing, mounting between them for the upcoming night they will share.
"When can I expect you?" Darren barely brushes his finger over Chris' stomach.
"Me and Linden have a dinner planned right about now," Chris quietly answers. He feels a flutter in his stomach from where Darren's finger barely ghost over him. "After. I'll come by after."
"Okay." Darren smiles and nods his head. "I should let you go. I'll see you later."
"I love you," Chris whispers.
Darren pulls Chris into a hug in guise of a congratulatory embrace. "I love you, too." He quickly lets him go before it becomes too much, or someone starts to suspect something. "Bye, Chris."
"Bye." With that, Chris turns on his heel and goes to look for Linden, ready to get this dinner over with as quickly as possible.
After talking with Darren and saying he would be over later, butterflies in his stomach over knowing what's happening when he meets him, he goes to find Linden. Seeing her talking to Matthew with her graduation gown draped over one of her arms, leaning over and kissing him, he goes up to them.
"Hey, you ready?" he asks to get her attention.
Linden hastily pulls away and gives him a confused look. "For?"
"Come on, Lin," he playfully jabs her, "we planned this meal a year ago. Don't tell me you forgot?" Chris notices as realization dawns on Linden's face.
"Oh, right! Sure." She nods her head. "I'm starved and could go for a big, greasy cheeseburger."
"Then, let's get going."
Linden leans over and gives Matthew a quick kiss. "Sorry," she tells him. "This is something we've had planned for just the two of us since last year."
"That's okay," Matthew assures her. "Am I still seeing you tonight."
Chris notices Linden nod her head.
"Alright," Linden tells him after Matthew walked away. "Let's go. I'm hungrier than a woman pregnant with twins."
"Okay." Chris laughs.
Sliding in to one of the few booths remaining, the diner packed with other graduates, Linden sitting across from him, Chris feels as nerves overtake him.
Smiling at the waitress that comes up to their table, both of them ordering the same thing, he turns his attention to Linden after the waitress leaves.
"I have something to tell you," he somewhat excitedly, and nervously, tells her.
"What?" Linden places her straw in the glass of Coke the waitress just set down on the table.
Chris grabs his water and takes a small drink. "I'll tell you after we get our food." He needs a few more minutes to compose himself; to get ready to say what he has to. It's not every day you tell your best friend you've been secretly dating your teacher.
Seeing their burgers and fries set down in front of them fifteen minutes later, Chris knows it's time to let the truth out.
Linden grabs the bottle of ketchup and squeezes a small mound next to her fries after their plates of food are set down in front of them. Chris takes the top of his bun off his burger and removes the tomato slices, handing them over to Linden before she even asks for them.
"So, what's the news?" she asks as she dunks a fry in the ketchup.
"Promise you won't freak out." Chris leaves his food alone for the time being.
"I promise," Linden says with an exaggerated huff, smiling to show she's only playing.
"Alright." Chris clears his throat a bit. "I...I sort of been...seeing someone."
"What?!" Linden practically screams in shock. "And you didn't tell me! Why? Who is it?"
"Keep your voice down, Lin." Chris shushes her some, not needing the extra attention her little outburst caused. "I couldn't tell you because of who it is."
"Who is it, then?" Linden demands in a low voice.
Taking a deep breath, Chris exhales and speaks with a steady voice. "Darren."
"Darren who?"
"Darren Darren." Chris adds extra emphasis on Darren's name, hoping Linden understands.
The second she does, he sees her mouth drop open and her eyes go wide. Seeing that, he can only imagine what she's going to do and say. So, he braces himself.
"Oh, my god!" she practically screams, drawing attention to them again. "Oh, my god! I knew it! I fucking told you!" Linden bounces in her seat with a bit more excitement than Chris was expecting. "I told you! I was right! Wasn't I right?"
"Yes, you were right." Chris slides down a bit to hide from the people currently staring at Linden and him. Trying to hide his smile, he gives up and just lets himself enjoy Linden's reaction. "Lin, please, be a little quieter."
"Oh, my god!" Linden, suddenly, slams her hands to the tabletop. "You have to tell me everything."
"What do you want to know?" Chris sits back up and grabs one of his fries.
"When did it happen?" Linden asks as she takes a bite of her cheeseburger.
"The Halloween dance," Chris responds. "He took me into Mrs. Hamilton's classroom and kissed me."
"Wait!" Linden says as she realizes something. "When I found you, you were just making out with Darren?" Chris bites his lower lip and smiles as he nods his head, feeling a blush staining his cheeks. "So, you mean to tell me that while I was getting with Matthew, you were getting with Darren?"
"Crazy." It's the only thing Chris can think to say.
"The craziest," Linden mumbles. As she munches on a fry, far off look in her eyes, Chris sees as something registers with her. "Wait! Early this year, when you weren't yourself, was that because of him?"
Chris nods his head, feeling an ache in his chest as the memories of when Darren and he were broken up resurface. "He broke up with me," he tells her.
"Why?" Linden asks confused and seeming a little upset.
"Don't be mad with him, Lin," Chris says as he leans over the table. "He thought he was doing the right thing. You have to understand that. What we were doing could have been terrible for him if we got caught."
"Sorry if I'm angry with him," Linden comments with an ounce of anger to her voice. "But I saw how you were in those weeks, Chris. You weren't you. The light and joy was gone from your eyes. So, yeah, I am mad with him."
"Lin, please-"
"But," Linden interrupts him. "I've noticed you these past months, too. You've never been happier."
"I am happy, Lin." Chris smiles at how true those words are. "He's in love me. I'm in love with him."
"I'm happy for you, Chris. I really am." Linden reaches over the table and takes Chris' hands in hers. "But, tell him the next time he hurts you in any way I will kick his ass."
"Okay." Chris laughs as he squeezes Linden's hands.
"Now on to what I want to know. Have you two done anything beyond making out?"
Chris doesn't let the arch of Linden's eyebrow and the sly grin she wears get past him. "Nothing that involves removing clothes. Well, actually," he says as he remembers, lifting an eyebrow and blushing. "There was twice something happened."
"Spill," Linden eagerly demands.
Chris tells her of Darren and he and what happened on their first date. He throws a fry at her as she whistles and pretends to fan herself, saying something along the lines of "That's hot!"
"What about the second time?" she asks as she picks up her burger.
Chris goes on to tell her about what happened the day of they celebrated Darren's birthday, laughing at her shocked face. "What?" he chuckles.
"He didn't lay a finger on you?"
"No." Chris shakes his head.
"And you let him watch?" Linden asks a bit flabbergasted.
"That made it all that much better; knowing he was watching made me more...aware of everything," Chris explains. "I did something for him that he loved."
"And you're telling me he never laid a finger on you?"
"No, Lin, not one," Chris laughs as he grabs his glass of water, taking a drink. "Since then, we haven't done anything but make out."
"Why not?"
"He wanted to wait until I was eighteen, and I graduated," Chris replies.
"You just graduated." Linden gives him a look that is all suggestive, and Chris knows what she's trying to say without saying it. "So?" She drags out the o of the word.
"I'm going over there after this," Chris informs her, seeing her grin.
"Are you nervous?"
"I'd be inhuman if I wasn't." Chris plants his elbows on the table and drops his head in his hands, letting out a huff of breath. "I'm fucking scared as fuck, to be honest."
"About having sex?" Linden asks as she takes another bite of her burger.
"Yes, and no." Chris drops his hands to the table and stares at Linden with worry filling his eyes. "I know I'm ready to be with him. I...I'm just scared that I'll be intolerable; that I'll do something stupid and turn him off from me. He's, obviously, had experience. I know absolutely nothing."
"I don't think that matters. And if it does to him, then I think you should take a step back and rethink this whole thing." Linden grabs a napkin and wipes her mouth. "Besides, if you can please yourself in front of him, I think sex will be fine."
"Gee, Lin, thanks for the boost of confidence." Chris turns the corner of his mouth up into a smile to show he's playing.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure?" Chris nods his head and takes a drink of his water.
"Are you gonna top or bottom?"
Chris isn't the least bit phased by the question; he kind of expected to hear it from Linden. "Bottom," he replies to her. "I'm too nervous to top. I don't think I'm ready for that just yet." Looking at his phone and seeing it's close to seven, he figures it's time for him to leave. "I'm gonna go," he announces as he shoves his phone in his pocket and pulls out his wallet, throwing enough money on the table for the meal.
"Aww. My best friend leaving me to go get laid for the first time. I feel so proud," Linden jokes as she holds a hand over her heart, sounding like a mother proud of their kid achieving a milestone. "I should take a before and after picture."
"You're crazy, Lin." Chris chuckles as he puts his wallet back. "I'll call you tomorrow, or something."
"Okay." Linden smiles and waves bye to him. "I want to know everything. Every last detail."
He doesn't go straight to Darren's house like planned. Pulling up to his driveway, he shuts off his car and runs to his house.
"Hey, sweetie," his mom says when he closes the door behind him. "I thought you were going to that party with Linden?"
"I am," Chris lies as he heads for the stairs. There is a party, it's just that Linden and he aren't going. They both have better ways to spend their nights than partying with people they never really cared for while in school. "I just want to take a quick shower, and change."
Seeing his mom nod her head, Chris runs upstairs; immediately stripping when he's in the bathroom and taking a quick, thorough shower. Going through his clothes looking for something to wear, not knowing why it's such a big deal for him since they'll be coming off, he stops and takes a deep breath. Calming down a bit from the nerves he feels, he picks out an outfit and gets ready. After getting dressed, standing in the middle of his room, Chris remembers the ring on his bedside table. Grabbing it, he slides it on his finger, smiling at having it there.
Now ready to go, grabbing a stick of cinnamon flavored gum before he leaves his room, Chris closes his door and takes another deep breath. Going downstairs and to the front door, he stops when his mom calls after him. Turning around, he sees her walking up to him.
"Be careful, sweetie," she tells him as she picks something off his shirt. "I don't want you to get into any kind of trouble, or harm."
"Don't worry, Mom," Chris tells her in a comforting voice. "I promise I'll be fine." Of course, he can't tell her why he knows he'll be fine. Blurting out he's about to go lose his virginity to his former English teacher would probably result in her going into shock.
"Okay, sweetie." She leans forward and hugs Chris tightly. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom," Chris says back.
"Now, go and have some fun."
Chris opens the door and heads for his car, ready for a night he's waited months to happen.
Being pulled into Darren's home after he opens the door, Chris grins when Darren crashes their mouths together as he lifts him a few inches off the floor. Kissing him like it's been longer than a day since he last kissed him; he hears the door close loudly as Darren presses him to a wall.
"I'm glad you're here," Darren mumbles as he kisses along Chris' neck.
"I can tell." Chris chuckles as he wraps an arm around Darren's neck, running his fingers through soft curls.
"How did Linden react to the news?"
"Surprisingly well. She says you better take care of me or she'll hurt you."
"She's a great friend."
"She is," Chris agrees. "Now. Back to why I'm here."
"Are you hungry, or anything?" Darren suddenly puts a few inches of space between them. "Because there's a pizza on the table, or I could do something, anything, for you beforehand."
"You know I'm not hungry. And I don't need anything but you." Chris closes the space created and presses close to Darren's body. Skimming his nose along Darren's neck, placing a lite peck at his pulse point, he is ready to experience why he came here for. "So, take me to your bedroom."
Following behind Darren after he slips his hand in his and starts to walk, Chris all of a sudden feels a wave of nerves take ahold of him. He feels like a kid walking into a test he didn't study for. He doesn't know what to do, or how to get through this. All he is feeling is nerves and worry.
But looking to Darren next to him, feeling his hand in his, he knows he need not be worried too much about this.
Walking into Darren's room, more nerves hit him at seeing Darren's bed. It's an inanimate object that means nothing. But to him it's where he's losing his virginity. This is where his and Darren's relationship crosses that line into physical.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chris arches an eyebrow and smiles when Darren kneels down in front of him. Leg being lifted, and laces of his boot being untied, he feels as Darren slips it off. Gently carding his fingers through soft curls, and softly scratching behind Darren's ear as he slips off his other boot, Chris smiles when Darren stands back up.
"How are you doing?" Darren reaches for the hem of his shirt.
"Is it okay if I say terrified? Because I am," Chris admits as he lifts his arms above his head.
"You can be scared, terrified, and extremely nervous you might be sick. I don't mind." Darren drops his shirt to the floor. "I just want you to be sure. I want you to be positively ready."
"I'm ready," Chris assures him. "But my heart is racing with nerves."
"Just breathe, baby," Darren endearingly says as he pulls his own shirt off. "Try to relax."
Dropping his forehead to Darren's stomach, Chris takes a deep breath. "What if I can't?" he whispers, not wanting to look up at Darren out of fear of upsetting him.
Going when Darren places a finger under his chin and tips his head back, Chris stares up at him with a half-smile on his lips.
"Then we won't. There are many other things we can do."
"And you would be okay with that?"
"As long as you're comfortable, I'm fine with anything we do."
"You're okay with me being inexperienced in all of this?"
"Yes." Darren nods his head. "Blushing virgin you is really sexy."
"You're turned on by this, aren't you?" Chris asks in an teasing tone as he giggles.
"Yes, I am."
"You're terrible," Chris jokes as he lies back on the bed. Reaching down, he undoes the button of his pants as he says with a steady voice, "I'm ready. I want you."
"Are you absolutely sure?" Darren asks to make sure this is what Chris wants.
Chris nods his head. He lifts his hips up as Darren reaches for the waistband of his jeans and starts to pull at them.
"Oh, my God, Chris," Darren groans as he firmly tugs at the jeans clinging to Chris' legs. "Did you wear these to spite me?"
Chris chuckles. "I wore them because I wanted to. Now fucking take them off."
"Trust me, I'm trying."
After much wiggling and squirming and tugging and pulling, Chris finally kicks away the jeans.
The struggle with the jeans dispels some of the fear and nerves Chris is currently feeling. Both of them get a good laugh out of the whole thing.
Removing his socks and scooting back on the bed, he sits up against the headboard as he stares at Darren still standing at the foot of the bed. "Joining me?" he asks with a smirk.
He's gaining confidence by the second. That's for sure. Almost completely naked in front of Darren was definitely not something he thought he would be proudly doing a year before. This time last year, Darren was refusing him and getting ready to leave for New York. But now, a year later, he stands at the foot of the bed watching him. Chris smiles at how much can change in just a year's time.
So, watching Darren start to undress, reaching down to palm himself for a bit of relief on his aching cock, he stops when he notices Darren push his fingers past the waistband of his underwear.
"This okay?" Darren asks in a worried tone as he pushes the material of his underwear down the smallest.
"Isn't being naked for sex necessary?" Chris teases with a grin, trying to show Darren that it's fine; that he's comfortable and okay.
"Not really." Darren arches an eyebrow and pushes his underwear off in one quick motion.
He's allowed to stare. That's the great thing about this. He can sit there and stare at his boyfriend's dick all he wants. (Which he's totally doing.) Darren stands naked in front of Chris with no problem as he basically drools over Darren's naked body. It's all defined muscles and hard and soft lines. He wants to touch and kiss and lick every inch of him.
"Wow!" Chris quietly says as he reaches down and starts to palm himself, relieving more of the ache on his hard cock.
"You keep doing that and you'll come before I'm even inside you," Darren points out in a teasing, playful tone.
"I think just staring at you would be enough to get me hard again right after," Chris comments even as he moves his hand away.
"Is that so?" Darren arches an eyebrow and grins as he climbs up on the bed. "How about we find out?"
Playfully screaming when Darren grabs ahold of his ankles and drags him down the bed, hearing him chuckle, Chris laughs as he lifts his hips. Underwear slipped off his hips, seeing them dropped to the floor after Darren pulls them off, he confidently lies there naked as Darren gazes down at him. There's a tinge of red to his skin from blushing.
"Do you plan to just stare at me all night?" Chris teases after several moments of Darren just looking.
"Oh, I plan to do more than stare." Darren leans down and starts to kiss his way down Chris' stomach.
Chris softly sighs as Darren kisses him; brushes his lips along the soft, sensitive skin over his hipbone. He lets out a loud gasp when Darren slowly licks a stripe up the underside of his cock. Whining low in his throat, arching his back, Chris parts his thighs more for Darren.
Pushing up onto his elbows, looking down at Darren between his legs with clouded eyes of lust, Chris drops his mouth open around a moan when Darren takes just the head of his cock into his mouth. Tipping his head back and biting his lower lip, whimpering when Darren sucks and licks at the slit, Chris feels the embers of pleasure licking at his skin. Watching Darren slowly sinks his mouth down most of his cock, he threads his fingers through curls as Darren starts to bob his head. Feeling him suck and swallow around him, Chris whines low in his throat when Darren lifts his mouth off him. "Holy shit!" he exclaims as he looks into Darren's eyes as he stares up at him. "Keep doing that."
"Okay." Darren grins up at him before sinking his mouth back down around Chris' cock.
Falling back against the bed, gripping the pillow under his head, Chris closes his eyes as he tips his head back. Darren's mouth on him is driving him wild. The wet, silky heat combined with the sensation of Darren humming around his cock is something he never wants to go without again.
Carding his fingers and gripping Darren's curls, Chris slightly arches his back and softly moans as he works his hips up into Darren's mouth. The combination of Darren sucking and swallowing around him, tonguing at the head, and stroking what he can't fit into his mouth has heat and pleasure curling in Chris' stomach. Pushing at Darren's shoulder when he's close, warning him, he just feels him double his efforts.
Crying out as he spills over Darren's tongue, arching his back and curling his toes as pleasure swims through him. Feeling as Darren swallows around him, sucking him through his release, Chris collapses to the bed after his orgasm stops.
"Oh, man!" Darren exclaims as he collapses on the bed next to Chris licking his lips. "I've wanted to do that for months."
"Good to know you've thought about having my dick in your mouth." Chris laughs as he turns onto his side to face Darren. Looking down, he sees Darren is still hard; reaching down, he wraps his hand around him. Stroking him slow and steady, feeling every inch of him under his hand. Chris can tell Darren is easily a few centimeters bigger than him; thicker, too. He's, actually, surprised by how much he already loves Darren's dick. And they haven't even really started.
"Want me to get you off?" he asks as he thumbs at the head of Darren's dick, making him moan. Chris smiles at hearing that sound fall from Darren's lips; knowing he's doing it right.
"No." Darren reaches down and stops the movement of Chris' hand. "I can wait."
The thought of knowing what Darren is referring to makes Chris' cock twitch in interest against Darren's hip.
"Less than two minutes," Darren laughs as he reaches down and takes Chris in hand, slowly stroking him to hardness. "I'm impressed."
"Yo-...You're surprised an eighteen year old with...a healthy sex drive is already getting hard again?" Chris rhetorically asks with a smile as he pushes his hips up into Darren's fist, moaning as he twists his wrist in a way that causes pleasure to sizzle under his skin. "Oh, God!"
"You ready for more?" Darren asks as he slows the movement of his hand.
Chris nods his head in reply, whimpering when Darren pulls his hand away. He watches as Darren leans over and opens a drawer, grabbing the lube. It hits Chris hard, again, that he's about to do this. He's about to lose his virginity. Getting nervous, butterflies in his stomach, he focuses on Darren, and the fact that he's doing this with the man he loves.
"Are you okay?" Darren asks as he faces him again, spreading lube on his fingers.
"Yeah." Chris nods his head and smiles. "I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
Chris nods his head once again.
"Alright. Bring your knee up and rest it on my hip," Darren tells him.
Lifting his knee up and hooking his leg over Darren's hip like Darren told him to, Chris whimpers as Darren reaches down between their bodies, and between his legs, and traces his entrance. The lubed finger slowly circles the tight, puckered hole before gently pressing in. Chris grips at Darren's shoulders at the brief pain he feels.
"Is it okay?" Darren asks after he pushes his finger all the way in.
Chris bites his lower lip and nods his head; body getting used to the new intrusion. Starting to gently rock his hips down on the finger after a while, he moans as Darren takes that as his cue and begins to work the finger in and out.
"You ever done this to yourself before?" Darren asks as he slowly pulls his finger out before thrusting it back in.
"Once," Chris gasps as he nods his head. "Couldn't get the angle right. Felt weird."
"Angle, huh?" Darren says with a grin and a look to his eyes.
"What's that look?" Chris asks as he bites his lower lip when Darren pushes in with two fingers.
"Look? I don't know what you're talking about," Darren laughs as he thrust his fingers in.
Chris moans as he rolls his hips down on the fingers. "Y-you look like...like you're planning s-something," he tells him.
"Planning something? I wouldn't." Chris feels Darren pull his fingers out and thrust them back in, making sure to brush his prostate. Chris holds back from screaming as pleasure wracks his body; he digs his fingers into Darren's shoulders. "Except for that."
"Oh, god!" Chris rests his forehead to Darren's, cupping his face. "Again."
"Okay," Darren says.
Closing his eyes and dropping his mouth open around a soft moan as Darren thrusts his fingers in and brushes his prostate, Chris bites his lower lip when he feels Darren add a third finger after a while. Gently rocking his hips down, feeling the embers of pleasure start to build under his skin, Chris is ready for more. "Want…I want you," he tells Darren.
"Okay." Darren nods his head in understanding.
Darren removes his fingers, and Chris watches as he reaches over into the drawer again to grab something. Seeing him lie on his back and bring something up to his mouth, he looks as Darren rips open a foil packet with his teeth. Lying there, propping up on his elbow, Chris stares as Darren reaches down and rolls the condom on himself. Something about the sight stirs arousal in him. It has him even more desperate to have Darren inside him.
"Back or stomach?" Darren asks after he finishes.
Rolling onto his stomach to answer Darren's question, lifting his hips so Darren can shove a pillow under them, Chris pushes up to his elbows; spreading his knees apart.
"Ready?" Darren asks.
"Yes."
One hand at his lower back, and another on his hip lightly gripping, Chris gasps at the sudden stretch around the head of Darren's cock as he slowly starts to push in; feeling him push past the first ring of muscles. Clutching the pillow under his hands, pulling in steadying breaths to calm himself, he digs his teeth into his lower lip as Darren slowly continues to push into him.
He figures he must release some sort of noise because he feels Darren immediately stop half-way in him. "Did I hurt you?" he asks him with concern lacing his voice; Chris feeling as he softly strokes his thumb over his hip.
"N-no." Chris shakes his head, breathing. "It's...It's just so much more than I thought."
Chris turns his head, and closes his eyes when he feels Darren press his lips to his temple. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not," Darren mumbles and chuckles against his temple.
Realizing what he said and how it could be taken, Chris blushes and laughs. "Definitely a compliment." Softly sighing into the kiss Darren gives him, he feels the last of the nerves and worry he had dissipate. "Want all of you," he whispers against Darren's lips as he rocks his hips back.
"Just breathe, baby," Darren softly tells him.
Dropping his mouth open around a short gasp as Darren continues to push into him, feeling as he stretches open around him more with each small push in. He pulls in a few deep breaths after Darren is fully in him, feeling his hips against the curve of his ass; Chris lets himself adjust and get used to the new intrusion. It's different. Being stretched open by Darren is more intense than he thought it would be.
Here he is sharing something with someone he loves. It's scary and new, and frightens him some at how vulnerable he is at the moment. This is him practically baring his sole to someone, and trusting them to be kind and gentle to him in return. He's trusting Darren with something nobody else gets to have. And he's felt nothing but love and gentleness in return.
Softly moaning when Darren barely shifts his hips, Chris gently rolls his hips back. Looking over his shoulder, he says, "Move, Dare. I'm ready."
Darren starts off slow and steady. Chris can feel how gentle and patient he's being with him. The hand at his lower back slowly slides up to grab at his shoulder. Faintly whimpering when Darren minutely rocks his hips forward, making the ember of pleasure under his skin grow into a fire, Chris rocks his hips back on Darren. Arousal and heat pools in his belly as Darren barely rocks in and out. Mainly, he keeps his hips pressed flush to Chris' ass as he minutely rolls his hips forward. Little whimpers fall from Chris' lips each time Darren rocks forward.
For a few minutes, Darren keeps at the slow rhythm. Chris writhes under him, desperate for faster and harder. "Faster, Dare. Please," he begs as he rocks his hips back on Darren.
"You sure?" Darren asks.
"Yes." For a few seconds after, both of them still, Chris waits for Darren to do something. He waits for him to move again. "Oh, fuck," he curses when Darren leans over him, placing kisses between his shoulder-blades as he pulls almost all the way out, then slowly sinks back into him. Moaning as Darren does that a few more times, a loud moan is ripped from Chris' throat when Darren sits back up and pulls out before snapping his hips forward.
"Good?" Darren asks with a hint of mischief to his voice; like he knows what he's doing.
"G-…Good," Chris pants in reply.
Fingers at his hip dig deep into his flesh as Darren picks up the pace of his hips. Deeply moaning as Darren fucks into him with hard snaps of his hips, dropping his head, and gripping at the sheets under his hands, Chris thrusts his hips back to meet the thrust of Darren into him. Groaning as Darren sinks into him deeper each time. Rubbing his cock against the pillow still under his hips, seeking any kind of friction, Chris cries out when Darren thrust in and hits his prostate.
Chris lets out moans and cries of pleasure as Darren continues to thrust in and hit his prostate, sending white, hot pleasure throughout his body. It pushes him closer to that release his body seeks; to that release that, he knows, will be amazing. It builds low in his belly.
"W-Wait." Reaching behind him and clutching at Darren's hip, squeezing the heated flesh under his fingers, Chris feels him come to a stop.
"What? Do you want me to stop?"
"No." Chris shakes his head, trying to catch his breath some. "Want...I want to see you."
Darren says okay and pulls out of him. Chris misses the feeling of him inside instantly. Quickly turning onto his back and spreading his legs, tipping his head back and moaning as Darren pushes back into him, he bunches the sheet of the bed in one of his hands. Fingers of his other hand dig into Darren's side hard enough Chris knows there'll be bruises in the morning.
"Are you okay?" Darren asks as he slowly pulls his hips back before pushing back into the unbearable heat and tightness of Chris.
Chris pulls his lower lip between his teeth and releases a soft whimper, minutely nodding his head. "I...I feel great." Sighing into Darren's mouth when he leans down to kiss him, he accidentally bites down on Darren's lower lip when the new angle has Darren perfectly hitting his prostate. "Fuck! S-Sorry." Chris drops his mouth open around a moan after apologizing, pushing his hips down as Darren thrust up into him, hitting his prostate again. Each time he does, it creates a tingle under Chris' skin.
Running his hands over Darren's back, the glide of their bodies made easier by the sheen of sweat covering their skins, Chris softly moans into Darren's mouth when he kisses him again. Hooking his legs over Darren's hips, crossing his ankles at his lower back, Chris tips his head back and softly whines when Darren thrust into him. Clutching at Darren's shoulders, burying his face in the slope of his neck, he groans as Darren continues to snap his hips forward into him. Chris can feel his body go tense and taut with the need for release. "I'm close," he tells Darren.
Gasping when Darren reaches down between their bodies and takes him in hand, starting to stroke him, pushing up into his fist, Chris tries to take ahold of that release that his body so desperately wants.
"Come for me, Chris," Darren whispers against his lips as he strokes him. "Come, baby."
Pushing up into Darren's fist, groaning as he still fucks into him, the heat twisting in his belly, being pulled closer and closer to the edge. A few more strokes of Darren's hand and Chris is hit with his release. Spilling over Darren's fist, and onto both their stomachs, Chris cries out with Darren's name on his lips as pleasure overtakes his body. Arching his back as Darren continues to fuck him through his orgasm, still coming, he is dizzy with pleasure. It runs through his veins like liquid fire that burns in the best possible way. It's the best kind of ecstasy.
As his orgasm starts to wane, Chris moans as he buries his face in the curve of Darren's neck as he still thrust into him seeking his own release. Kissing at Darren's neck, tasting skin salty from sweat, and feeling his rapid beating pulse under his lips, Chris pulls back enough to capture Darren's mouth in a rough kiss. As he thrust his tongue into Darren's mouth, massaging their tongues together, he tightens his muscles around Darren as he rolls his hips down. Darren groans into his ear.
"Fuck you, Chris," Darren laughs as he thrust forward into Chris' clenching body.
"I believe you already are," Chris replies with a small chuckle.
A small moan falls from Chris' lips as he closes his eyes and tips his head back when he feels Darren bury himself deep inside him and come. He sighs as Darren moves in him until it becomes too much and has to stop.
Clutching to Darren in a vice grip, ankles still crossed at his lower back, Chris heavily breathes as the last of his orgasm starts to subside. It leaves him in a pleasantly blissed out state. Every inch of his body seems to be awakened to what he just experienced, every part of him on a high; from head to toe, he feels tingly from pleasure.
"We...We need to do that again." Chris finally lets go of his hold on Darren; collapsing against the bed, missing Darren when he pulls out of him. "We need to do that again, over and over and over."
"Let me rest for a few minutes and we can," Darren breathless says as he lies down next to Chris, reaching down to pull the condom off.
Turning to curl himself into Darren's side, feeling a sheet pulled over their bodies and rest around their hips, smiling when fingers start to skim along his back, he splays his hand on Darren's chest. Under his palm, Chris can feel the beat of Darren's heart. The soft thump thump thump is comforting.
Letting his mind aimlessly wonder, thinking about nothing in particular, a smile spreads across Chris' lips at finally being here. The wait was longer than he would have liked, but in the end it was worth it. This moment he shared with Darren was better than he ever imagined it could be.
"You're awfully quiet," Darren says. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just thinking," Chris replies.
"About what?"
Lifting his head and resting his chin on the hand over Darren's heart, Chris smiles down at him. "How soon we can do that again. And how often we can do it."
"Why am I not surprised," Darren chuckles as he ghosts his fingers along Chris' side, sending a shiver through him.
Chris laughs. "I know what I like. And you fucking me, I like."
"Is that so?" Darren drags his hand up and grabs behind Chris' neck, gently tugging to pull him in for a kiss.
Going when Darren does that, Chris captures Darren's mouth in a sweet, tender kiss. "I like you fucking me," Chris murmurs against Darren's lips. "I like how you feel inside me."
"You want me inside you again?" Darren flicks his tongue over Chris' top lip.
Whimpering into Darren's mouth when he grabs at his hips and brings him down on top of him, rocking up into him, Chris breaks the kiss and sits up some. Bracing his hands on Darren's chest, he slowly rolls his hips down, groaning at the drag of his cock over Darren's already half-hard one.
"Are you sure you can get it up again, Old Man?" Chris playfully teases, letting out a small scream when Darren rolls them over and pins him to the bed. Wrists held down above his head, body already responding to Darren nipping at his neck, Chris arches up into Darren's body when he starts to gently rock his hips down. The slide of their cocks together has arousal building under Chris' skin. He needs Darren again; needs him to fuck him again. "Please," he desperately begs as he arches his back, seeking any kind of friction on his aching cock.
"You want me to fuck you again?" Darren growls as he reaches down between Chris' legs, tracing his entrance.
"Yes," Chris whimpers as he closes his eyes and tips his head back, pushing his hips down on the finger. He doesn't fight the hold of Darren's hand on his wrists. Actually, he welcomes it. He likes losing that control.
"Why do you want to fuck an old man like me?" Darren asks in a joking tone as he pulls his hand away and goes about holding Chris' wrists down again.
Letting out a deep moan when Darren rocks his hips down on him, dropping his legs open more, and lifting his hips seeking friction on his cock, Chris grins up at Darren. "Because, Old Man," he thrusts his hips up, "I've recently come to discover that you're really great in bed."
"Is that so?" Darren arches an eyebrow, smirk on his lips.
"Yes." Chris nods his head. "And I want you again."
"Well, then, I guess we should do something about that, then."
"Yeah, guess you should."
A few hours later, right on the edge of sleep, body sore, but still feeling amazing, Chris doesn't think this night can get any better.
"Chris," Darren whispers. "I have to tell you something."
"Hmm?" Chris keeps his eyes closed, small smile playing at his lips.
"I got the job close to UCLA," Darren murmurs into his ear.
At those words, Chris throws his eyes open as he feels all traces of sleep vanish. "Really?"
"I found out two days ago."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Since you didn't want any kind of graduation present, I thought I'd save it as a surprise. It's a present in some form."
"I love you." Chris scoots over and kisses Darren long and hard. "So much. Love you so much."
"I love you, too. So much."
Chuckling when Darren says that, Chris deepens the kiss.
Slotting his hips between Darren's, kissing him fiercely, they rut together until they manage to come one last time that night.
Collapsing on top of Darren in a heap of breathlessness and pleasure, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart, he buries his face in the curve of Darren's neck. Breathing in the mix of his cologne and sweat and sex that lingers on his skin, he grins at knowing that he'll still have this when he leaves in a few months.
He wakes up to the smell of warm maple syrup and bacon frying filling the air. Sitting up, wincing at the small pain that he feels in his ass at the movement, he carefully climbs out of bed. Grabbing his underwear from the floor, and a sweater of Darren's that he finds lying across the back of chair, he pulls both of them on and goes downstairs.
"Morning," he says when he steps into the kitchen. Darren stands at the stove flipping pancakes in pajama pants and a plain white shirt. "Smells good."
"Morning. Was kind of hoping I would finish before you woke up and could serve you breakfast in bed." Darren smiles at Chris as he reaches out and grabs a handful of the sweater and pulls him forward. "I had a great time last night."
"Me too." Chris blushes, thinking about all they did. Placing a hand on Darren's mouth when he leans in and tries to kiss him, he stops him; he sees the look of confusion fill Darren's eyes. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet," he says in way of explanation. "I forgot to bring a toothbrush."
Darren pulls his hand away, smile on his lips. Chris laughs when he still leans forward and kisses him. "I bought one for you. It's next to mine in my bathroom."
"You did?" Chris' voice hitches the slightest at Darren saying he bought him a toothbrush. It's just a stupid toothbrush; nothing grand or extreme. But it means so much for him...for both of them.
"Yeah. I knew you would be staying over more from now on, so I bought it. I also made room in my closet and dresser for some of your clothes so you can keep some here."
Chris throws himself at Darren and passionately kisses him, morning breath be damned. "I love you," he pants when he ends the kiss.
"I love you, too," Darren chuckles.
"I'll be back in a sec." He gives him a quick peck on the lips and heads upstairs.
Finding the toothbrush Darren bought for him, surprised by how happy that makes him, Chris brushes his teeth. Splashing cold water on his face and fixing his wild hair some, he takes a look at himself in the mirror before going back downstairs.
Taking a seat at the spot Darren set for him, stomach growling as he sees the plate of food in front of him, Chris immediately starts to dig in. He eats like he hasn't eaten in days. Which is close to true; he hasn't eaten since the morning before. And he worked up quite the appetite the night before. It's not long before he's finishing the plate of food.
"Guess you were hungry," Darren laughs as he leans over the table.
"Starved," Chris replies as he drops his fork to the plate, a small ting ringing out. "I had a long, strenuous night last night."
"I know. I was there."
"Oh, I remember." Chris stands up and walks over to where Darren is sitting. "How about," he slowly sits down in Darren's lap, "we continue it."
"I could definitely be up for that." Darren gently thrusts his hips up at the word up, making Chris softly moan.
"I should get home at least by three. So," Chris says as he gently rocks his hips down, mischievous grin on his face, "that gives you a little over four hours to fuck me as many times as you can."
"Oh, this is going to be extremely fun." Darren smirks at him and Chris feels his belly curl with heat and desire, wondering what Darren has in mind.
In the end, Chris ends up riding Darren right there in that chair. After that, sprawled out on the living room floor naked, Darren sucks him off as the midday sun falls around them. Attempting to go up the stairs after that only results in Chris uncomfortably lying back half-way up on the wooden stairs as Darren slowly ruts against him as he slowly works three fingers into him; as he comes, clenching around Darren's fingers, he notices him hold off from his release. It's only after the stairs, dazed from pleasure, Darren practically having to carry him, do they make it to the bed. There, Darren slowly fucks him; gradually bringing him to the edge that seems forever to fall off of. But when he does, when he comes, he cries out Darren's name in pleasure. After he falls to the bed, he groans as Darren continues to fuck him until he has his own release.
Completely spent, limbs feeling like jelly, body sore and tired, Chris doesn't care what time it is; as long as he can stay in bed with Darren and rest a little longer, he'll be happy. "I need to go home," he says as he stretches. "But I feel too comfortable to move."
"You have to get up, though. Gotta take a shower," Darren tells him as he sits up and lightly swats at his ass.
"No. Want to sleep. Want to stay here," Chris playfully whines, pulling a pillow to his body and wrapping his arms around it. Burying his nose in it, breathing in the smell of Darren lingering there, he softly moans.
"Chris."
"I'll fuck you," Chris bargains, hoping Darren will agree.
"We both know you're not ready for that," Darren points out as he stands up off the bed.
Chris hates how Darren knows him so well. It's true. He's not ready just yet to top. But he knows he soon will be. Cause god knows he wants to experience being inside Darren. "I'm staying here." Burrowing his head under another pillow, Chris avoids trying to move at all.
"How about I bargain with you?"
"I'm not listening," Chris playfully replies in a sing-song voice from under the pillow.
"I'll blow you in the shower."
Chris doesn't fight the grin that spreads across his face. But when he talks, he tries to sound upset. "That's not fair," he complains. "You're using orgasms as a bargaining price."
"So what if I am?" Darren replies with a hint of laughter to his voice; Chris can easily picture him grinning. "Are you buying?"
Chris sits up and grins. "Of course I'm buying."