Based on this manip: http:/everythingsklainenothinghurts. tumblr. com/post/10177670859/i-hate-going-to-premieres-with-you-chris
"I hate going to premieres with you Chris…", Darren muttered while buttoning up the purple shirt his boyfriend got him, watching him while he was doing his hair, putting it in place, flawlessly as always.
Chris fixed eyes with him through the mirror.
"Excuse me?", he said, raising his eyebrows at Darren.
"Just…I hate not being able to - to be as close to you as I want to be.", he explained while holding two ties on his neck, checking which one would go better with his shirt.
"Black.", Chris said, smearing more gel in his soft dark hair.
Darren nodded, putting the other tie down.
"I hate it too.", Chris whispered finally. "I really fucking hate it…I mean…sometimes I just feel like holding your hand…especially when they touch when we're walking next to each other. It's hard to resist. And if you wouldn't be such a goober while posing I wouldn't have the urge to kiss you all the time."
Darren chuckled softly.
They were silent for a few minutes, finishing getting ready when Darren suddenly hugged Chris from behind, kissing his cheek.
"Let's do it!", he whispered into the other man's ear.
"Darren! We don't have time for this so stop i-"
"NO! I mean…let's…let's just don't give a fuck about what people will think…I love you and I want to be able to show the world what you mean to me. I know our publicists said we should wait but I don't want to wait anymore! It's killing me…and you too, I know that."
He saw Chris's lips curve into a smile in the mirror.
"Is that a yes?", Darren asked, grinning widely.
"Yes! Fuck yes Darren!", he turned around, Darren's hands still resting on his sides, bringing him closer to his body.
He kissed the older man tenderly.
"I love you.", the blue-eyed whispered into the crook of his neck.
"I love you too and now let's show the world!", Darren said, taking Chris's hand in his, pulling him out of the apartment.
When they arrived at the premiere they saw the first cameras flashing.
It hurt their eyes but it would go away, they were used to it after all.
Darren and Chris got out of the limo, getting their pictures taken, posing and grinning.
"DARREN! CHRIS! CAN WE GET A PICTURE OF YOU TOGETHER?", one of the photographers yelled.
The two men smiled and Chris nodded.
"Sure, sure!"
He looked at Darren, he was beaming at his boyfriend before leaning in closer, sliding his hand into his, grasping it tightly.
The glares and confused looks of their publicists and photographers said it all but they couldn't care less.
"I'm so glad we finally did this!", Darren whispered into the other man's ear.
"Me too…it feels so good to hold your hand like this…showing everyone that you're mine."
"Yeah…it sure does. Come on! Let's go talk to our publicists…they already look so pissed.", the older man laughed.
"I don't care as long as I got you.", Chris muttered, looking down at their intertwined fingers and Darren smiled at his boyfriend warmly.
"Oh believe me…you got me!"