After that graduation night, and subsequent weeks that followed, Chris found most of his days, and if lucky, some nights, filled with being with Darren. Of course, being with Darren usually meant copious amounts of sex. It's almost as if a floodgate opened up. Chris can't get enough of Darren. Being with him is all that occupies his mind. There's nothing else he cares about.
He spends most of his free time in bed with Darren doing things that leave him satiated and satisfied. When he's not with him, he thinks about the next time he can be with him. Sex, he's learned, is something he really, really loves and enjoys. He thought his hunger for Darren before was bad. Now that he knows what it's like to be with him, he wants him all the time; he's insatiable.
Currently sitting in Darren's lap and working his hips down hard and fast, gripping Darren's shoulders tightly, feeling how close he is, Chris throws his head back and cries out as he spills over Darren's fist. Coming in white, hot spurts, feeling cum hit his stomach, he works his hips through his orgasm as Darren slowly stops the movement of his hand.
Dropping his head to Darren's shoulder, breathing heavy, pleasure tingling under his skin, he whines deep in his throat as Darren grips his hips and continues to fuck up into him. The drag of him out before he pushes back in with quick snaps of his hips has Chris' cock trying to get hard again. Even though it's too soon, even though he's sensitive and sore, he craves it. He craves how his body still responds to Darren so soon after coming; he craves how the tingle of pleasure is slowly replaced by the tingle of want. He wants more, he wants the feeling of arousal and desire for the man he loves swimming through him. He wants to be pushed; to see how much he can take.
"Fuck, Dare," he whimpers as he starts to thrust his hips down.
"Again?" Darren asks with a bit of surprise.
"Again," Chris pants, nodding his head. Kissing at Darren's jaw, the lite stubble there scratchy and rough under his lips, he kisses his way up to Darren's ear. "Fuck me."
Groaning into Darren's ear when he wraps an arm around his waist and gets a good hold of him, his other hand clutching at his hip, Chris works his hips through the oversensitivity he's feeling.
"Oh," Darren chuckles into his ear as he thrust up. "You are so much fun to fuck."
The grin that spreads across Chris' face falls away as Darren snaps his hips up rough and hard. Dropping his mouth open around a whimper, frantically working his hips down as the oversensitivity is replaced with pleasure, cock back to full hardness. The sound of Darren and he's moans and whimpers mix with the sound of skin slapping together. Chris clutches as Darren's shoulders as he sits up; bouncing up and down on Darren's dick, grinding his hips down on every other thrust down, he sighs as he feels the tingle forming at the base of his spine, knowing he's about to come again.
Darren still fucks up into him, groaning into his ear as he buries himself deep inside him one last time and comes. It's arousing enough to push Chris over the edge once again.
Experiencing a smaller, but just as intense, orgasm, Chris works his hips through his release. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaims as he slumps his body against Darren's after his orgasm stops, dropping his forehead to Darren's shoulder as he catches his breath and calms his racing heart. "That was phenomenal."
"It was." Darren drags his fingers down Chris' back, sending electric shocks through his body. "How's your ass?"
"Sore," Chris replies with a laugh as he lifts his head. "But it was worth it."
"Mmm. It was," Darren agrees as he holds onto Chris' hips as he raises up on to his knees.
"We should do that more often," Chris says as he sits back down on Darren's lap after he slipped out of him.
"You are fun to fuck," Darren says, sounding even more amused by his words.
"You're just realizing that." Chris lets out a small laugh. He places a tender kiss to Darren's lips, tipping his head back to expose the creamy skin of his long neck for Darren. Softly sighing as he starts to kiss at the skin. "I'm glad I came here."
"Of course you are," Darren murmurs against his Adam apple.
"Although, I don't like lying." Chris looks to Darren and smiles. "But you're worth it."
"What does your mom think you're doing?" Darren asks as he kisses at Chris' shoulder.
Chris laughs as he says, "She thinks I'm hanging out with Linden at the mall."
"Let me guess," Darren chuckles into his ear, "Linden told her mom she's hanging out with you?"
"There's no need for our parents to know what, or who, we're doing?" Chris smirks as he arches an eyebrow.
"So, you guys are covering for each other?"
"Yes." Chris nods his head. "How do you think I managed to spend the weekend a few weeks ago? Linden covered for me; said I was with her."
"I think I owe her the biggest chocolate bar for that," Darren laughs. "That was a great weekend."
"It was great because I was horny as hell that weekend," Chris corrects him with a small chuckle. "I was barely off you."
"You didn't hear me complaining."
"Oh, I remember. There was a couple instances of you bending me over a table and fucking me into oblivion." Chris grins and bites his lower lip at those memories; how Darren just came up behind him and bent him over the kitchen table. Remembering how Darren ripped his underwear away-the only thing he was wearing-and fingered him until he was begging for him, and pushed inside and filled him up. It was rough and hard and fast, and all about getting off. That was the first time Darren was like that with him, and Chris loved every second of it. Chris smiles at how after he went home there were still finger shaped bruises on his hips where Darren had gripped him.
He arches an eyebrow and smiles when he feels Darren's cock twitch against his ass. "Someone's enjoying reliving those memories."
"I might be enjoying it," Darren says. "But it's too soon for me to get hard again. So," Chris feels as he lifts him off his lap and carefully lies him on the couch, "I'll go get something to clean us up."
Softly sighing into the quick, chaste kiss Darren gives him, Chris lies back on the couch and stretches. Warm sunlight hitting his naked, damp skin, and feeling amazing and relaxed, he feels himself start to get sleepy. Eyes getting heavy, he tries to fight his sleep, but finds himself losing.
Blinking his eyes open a few hours later with Darren curled around him from behind, seeing the sun start to set outside, Chris instantly knows he's in trouble. "Oh, shit!" Sitting up and jumping off the couch, frantically searching for his clothes, he hastily starts to get dressed.
"Chris?" He hears Darren mumble as he pulls on his underwear.
Looking over to find him sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Chris can't but help to think how cute he is with his wild, unruly curls sticking up everywhere. "Go back to sleep, Dare," he quietly says as he starts to put on his jeans.
"What's wrong?" Darren asks concerned.
"Nothing," Chris replies as he pulls on his shirt. "I just fell asleep; and I'm positive my mom is worried about me. I'm, most likely, also in trouble." He turns his full attention to Darren when he hears him laugh. "What?"
"It's just...I'm with a guy who can still grounded by his mom," Darren chuckles, then suddenly stops. "Wow! I feel like a real pervert right now."
"It's okay, you're still cute," Chris jokes as he buttons his jeans. "Besides, Mr. Humbert," Chris hears Darren chuckle at the name call, knowing he would get it, "I'm eighteen. That hardly qualifies you the title of pervert."
"One, I'm nothing like him because he wanted someone who was twelve, thirteen years old. I'm not that creepy," Darren corrects, shaking his head. "Second, it's kind of hitting me hard that you're only eighteen. You're still, somewhat, a child."
Chris actually finds it cute how Darren is having a crisis of conscious. "I wasn't a child a few hours ago when I was riding you. Remember? You fucked me to orgasm twice." He smirks as that has Darren dropping his head back on the couch and groaning, closing his eyes. Walking over to him, he sits down in his lap. Leaning forward into him, he skims his nose along Darren's neck, breathing in the mixture of citrus and sweat and sex on his skin. "Stop it!"
"I'm sorry." Chris smiles at Darren knowing what he was referring to without having to ask. "It's just...I never really gave it thought to how young you are."
"Hey." Grabbing Darren's chin and lifting his head until he's staring into his eyes. "I might be young. Yeah, eighteen is an age where I'm still, somewhat, a child-" Chris hears Darren groan. "What?"
"Don't say child. It makes me feel wrong."
"You said it first," Chris points out, but deciding to listen to Darren. He gets it; the word is wrong to say. "I'm a young-adult." He sees Darren minutely nod his head at the new word; approving. "But I'm making my own choices now. You're my choice; age difference be damned. So stop feeling bad for yourself about how young I am. And think of it this way: If we had met when I was nineteen, and you were thirty, would you still have a problem?" Chris watches as Darren mulls over the question for several seconds.
"No." Darren shakes his head; Chris smiles.
"See," Chris says, "there's nothing to beat yourself up over. People date younger people all the time. So, there is nothing wrong with you being with me."
"Yeah," Darren sighs, smiling. "You're right."
"Good. Because I love you, and I want to be with you, Old Man." Chris places a quick kiss to Darren's soft lips. "No more worrying about this again."
"I won't. Promise." Darren drops his forehead to Chris'. "I love you, too."
"Now, I have to go." Chris climbs off Darren's lap. Walking to where he kicked off his shoes, he bends over and starts to put them on.
"Can you get Linden to cover for you again this weekend?"
Standing up and turning to face Darren, who has the blanket wrapped around himself, Chris smirks at him. "Why? You want something in particular?" He's playing with him, teasing, even though he can already feel arousal and want spreading through his body at what Darren is asking. The thought of another weekend alone with him has Chris wanting to get naked and fall back on to the couch again.
"Oh, you know," Darren says as he reaches out and pulls Chris to his body by his shirt, "I just want to spend hours and hours making you fall apart beneath me."
Chris closes his eyes and moans when Darren skims his nose along his neck, feeling himself growing hard in his jeans. "See you got over your problem quick."
"How can I let myself worry about your age when I can fuck you." Darren gently nips at the soft skin below Chris' ear. "So, are you gonna try and come over?"
"And if I do? What are you planning to do me?"
"I plan to do many things," Darren whispers into his ear. "I want to taste you everywhere."
Chris feels his cock twitch at the implications of Darren's words. It's something he never gave much thought to, but the idea of Darren pushing his tongue into his body makes him harder than he already was. "Fuck! Yes," he sighs, clutching at Darren's sides, wanting that now and not later.
"I want to push my tongue into that gorgeous ass of yours and make you fall apart until you're begging me to fuck you."
"Oh, God, Dare." Chris reaches down and starts to palm himself, loving the friction and pressure on his aching cock.
"I might even use the tie again." Chris sees Darren reach forward and push his hand away, slowly palming him. "Remember last time? How much you loved it."
Chris does remember. The way the silk felt soft around his wrists after Darren bound them together. How he loved the feeling of being out of control of what he could do. How Darren held his bound wrists down above his head and fucked him. It has an ache for that again forming in Chris' belly.
Reaching up and wrapping a hand around Darren's neck, pressing their mouths together in a brush of lips, gasping into Darren's mouth, and Chris whines low in his throat as he rocks his hips forward. "Please," he quietly begs against Darren's lips.
"What?" Chris shivers when Darren flicks his tongue over his top lip.
"Anything," Chris replies, knowing Darren was asking him what he wanted.
"How about I suck your cock before you leave," Darren says as he unashamedly drops the blanket, standing there naked.
The sight of Darren naked in front of him, all tanned skin and toned muscles, has all coherent and right thoughts leaving his mind. Chris wants him right here, right now. Sitting down on the fourth step of the stairs, Darren kneeling between his spread thighs, lifting his hips after Darren works open his jeans, feeling him tug them down along with his underwear, he tips his head back and moans when Darren instantly wraps his lips around the head of his cock. He knows he shouldn't have allowed this, that he should have just left before he gets into more trouble for worrying his mom. But he can't help how much he always wants Darren. And being on the receiving end of a blowjob is definitely worth getting in trouble over.
Closing the door quietly behind him forty minutes later, Chris prays his mom didn't hear him come in. Carefully walking across the floor, he manages to walk a handful of steps before the floorboards loudly squeak with a step he takes. He instantly knows he's caught.
"Christopher!" Chris stills at his mom using his full name. He knows it can't be good when she calls him that. "Is that you?"
"Yes."
"Will you come here, please."
"Yeah, Mom," he calls back as he mentally prepares himself for the lecture he's about to get. Heading to the kitchen where he heard her voice come from, he finds her sitting at the table peeling apples. "Yeah?"
"Sit down, sweetie." She tips her head to the chair to the side of her, smile on her lips that does nothing to comfort Chris. "Let's talk."
Walking over and sitting down, holding back the wince that wants to register on his face, he looks at her and half-smiles. "What do you want to talk about?" he asks as he grabs a piece of the apple peel.
"Where were you?" she asks as she sets the peeled apple down and grabs another.
"I told you. I was with Linden at the mall. I accidentally fell asleep at her house. Sorry for worrying you." Chewing on the apple peel, Chris hopes she doesn't question it further.
"You know, Christopher, I gave birth to you. I've raised you. I know everything about you." His mom looks at him in a way that says she's not stupid. "That's how I know when you're lying."
"Mom-"
"No, Christopher," she stops him, holding up her hand to quiet him. "I, also, know you're seeing someone."
"How?" Chris asks surprised.
"I've never seen you happier than how you've been these last several months," his mom answers. "Am I right?"
"Yes," Chris quietly replies, feeling stupid if he thought he could keep this from his mom. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"It's okay, sweetie. But I want to know why you didn't tell me?"
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"Because of who it is."
"What's so bad about t-"
"He's eleven years older than me," Chris blurts out, hearing the apple his mom was holding hit the floor with a thump.
"Christopher!" He can hear how high his mom's voice has gotten with shock.
"That's not the worst part."
"What's the worst part?"
"Don't get too mad or angry," he pleads.
"I'll try."
"He's my former English teacher." Chris is surprised when his mom says nothing and just stands up and walks to the sink. He watches as she washes her hands and then proceeds to clean the counter tops. He knows it's a defense mechanism; whenever something troublesome is bothering her, she'll start to clean. That's how he knows this can't be good. "Mom, I'm sor-"
"No!" She cuts him off and turns to face him with something he can't quite place in her eyes. "Don't tell me you are sorry. I know you're not. How...How long has this been going on?"
"Since last Halloween," Chris answers.
"Oh, my God!" His mom goes back to frantically wiping the counters that are already pristine. Suddenly, he notices her go completely still. "Your English teacher? The one I met during Christmas time last year?"
"Yeah." Chris nods his head, feeling ashamed about keeping something this big from his mom. But he knew he had to; it was for Darren and his protection.
"You two were together then?" She asks the question more to herself than Chris, but he still replies with a quiet yes. "That's where you were today, wasn't it? With him?"
"Yes."
"Are you two sleeping together?" she asks as she turns to face him again, brow creased together in anger.
"Yes. But we waited until I graduated to do anything," he is quick to add, making sure she knows.
"Is that supposed to make it better for me, Christopher, knowing you two waited?" she asks like it's the dumbest thing she's ever heard. "I don't believe that makes anything better. Did...Did you even think about the dire consequences that would have happened had you two been caught?"
"Yes."
"And you two still chose to go ahead with the relationship?" Chris slightly nods his head. "Why?"
"I love him, Mom," Chris quietly tells her. "He loves me. We wanted to be together. It's as simple as that."
"No, Christopher, it's not as simple as that. I...I need some time to register all this." His mom shakes her head and starts to walk away. "Give me some time."
"Alright," Chris reluctantly agrees, watching her leave. Sagging back in the chair, he pulls out his phone and calls Darren. "Hey," he says when he answers after a few rings, trying to sound cheerful, but failing. "Can I come back over?"
A few days later sitting at Darren's breakfast bar wearing only one of his oversized shirts that fits very big on him, feet up on the edge of the chair, and knees to his chest, Chris eats a grape from the fruit salad Darren made for him.
It's been about four days since he told his mom the truth about Darren and he. He has yet to go back home since he left. He knows she needs time to process everything he told her, but he didn't think it would take her this long.
Wanting to call her, he doesn't. He figures she'll call when she's ready to talk to him. But with each passing hour, he starts to suspect it's not her trying to process what he told her that has kept her from calling. He's been constantly checking his phone and seeing if he has any new messages; he sighs, and feels a bit hurt, when there's nothing. "She's being stubborn," he says as he grabs a strawberry halve.
"Can you blame her?" Darren sets his plate down and sits next to him. "You kind of dropped big news on her. You just have to give her the time she asked for."
"I know. But...Four days!" Chris exclaims as he throws his hands in the air. "Not a single word from her. It took less time for her to forgive my dad for forgetting their fifteenth wedding anniversary."
"She's processing," Darren tells him. "She'll contact you when she's ready."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Chris asks as he pops a piece of cantaloupe into his mouth.
"Trust me," Darren chuckles, "I'm internally freaking out over it all. But you don't need to worry about me, that's why I'm hiding it."
"Well, you're doing a good job of it." Chris steps off his chair and climbs up into Darren's lap, winding his arms around his neck. He needs to not think about his mom being mad with him, and he knows the perfect distraction. "Let's go back to bed and have sex."
"I just spent all night fucking you. And once this morning, already."
"And your point being?" Chris grins as he reaches down and starts to palm Darren, feeling him grow hard under his hand.
"I haven't even eaten breakfast, yet," Darren says with a laugh as he grabs a piece of melon from his bowl.
"Why bother with breakfast when you can have me." Chris smirks as he reaches down and pulls off the shirt he's wearing. Dropping it to the floor, and now naked on Darren's lap, he leans forward and brushes their mouths together. Flicking his tongue over Darren's top lip, he rolls his hips down, sending sparks of pleasure through him. "Think about it." Chris smirks as he steps off Darren's lap.
Heading for the stairs, Chris laughs when Darren instantly comes up behind him.
"Breakfast can wait," Darren tells him with a small growl.
Softly moaning as Darren continues to thrust into him at a steady, even pace, heat and pleasure unfurling in his belly and spreading through him, Chris clutches at Darren's sides. Arching his back, feeling lips press to the column of his neck when he tips his head back, he rolls his hips down to meet the thrusts of Darren into him.
"Harder...Fuck me harder, Dare," he whines into Darren's ear.
Watching Darren push up onto his forearms, one hand moving to grip the headboard, Chris moans obscenely loud as Darren starts to fuck into him with deep, hard snaps of his hips.
Lifting his knees higher on either side of Darren, winding his arms around his back and grabbing at his shoulders, Chris rocks his hips down as Darren pounds into him.
If there's one small silver lining to this whole thing is all the time he's gotten to spend with Darren. Granted, most of it has involved them naked, or partially naked. They've found no need for more than underwear when they know their clothes wouldn't stay on for long. Just the day before, Darren and he spent it naked in bed, and just as he said he planned he would, Darren had him falling apart with his tongue. By the time Darren pushed into him he was a babbling mess that was desperate to come.
"Oh, fuck!" Chris throws his head back and screams as Darren manages to thrust in and brush his prostate, creating pleasure under his skin. "Fuck! That feels good."
Moaning as Darren continues to fuck him, but not hitting his prostate, Chris lets out an annoyed groan at what he's doing. "Stop being an asshole," he gripes at Darren.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Darren says with a grin, trying to act innocent. "I'm just fucking you; doing nothing wrong."
"You're teasing me."
"Am I?" Darren asks with a deep, hard thrust of his hips, making Chris tip his head back and loudly moan.
"Y-yes," Chris pants.
"Really? I didn't even know I was doing it." Darren smirks.
"Liar," Chris playfully remarks.
Having enough of Darren's teasing, Chris decides to do something about it. So, holding tight to Darren, he turns them over. Spreading his knees apart, and sinking down the rest of the way on Darren's dick, Chris moans at being so full.
Swiveling and shifting his hips around, he quietly groans when he gets what he wants when he feels the head of Darren's cock brush his prostate. Planting his hands on Darren's chest, grinning, Chris raises up to his knees until just the head of Darren's cock stretches him open. Rolling his hips forward gently, teasing Darren for a few seconds just to be mean, smiling when he starts to get desperate.
"I'm sorry," Darren laughs.
"What was that?" Chris says with a hint of laughter to his voice as he grins at Darren.
"I'm sorry," Darren repeats with a chuckle. "I won't do it again."
Chris fights Darren when he tries to thrust his hips up. "I know you," he says as he barely rocks his hips forward, feeling his thighs starting to ache and tremble. "You will do it again. But that's okay." Chris slams his hips down, watching Darren arch his back and release a loud moan. "Because, I like teasing you, too."
"Good." Darren grins. "Now, stop teasing me, please, and ride me."
Chris curls his fingers into Darren's chest and starts to ride him at a hard, fast pace. "Oh, fuck," he curses as he moves his hips.
The sound of someone suddenly knocking on the front door has them both stopping and looking at each other in confusion. Chris wonders if Darren is expecting anybody or anything. He shrugs his shoulders and gives him a quizzical look. "You expecting someone?" he asks.
"No." Darren shakes his head.
Reaching over and grabbing his phone when it buzzes with a new message, Chris reads it and immediately drops it to the bed. "No! Fucking! Way!" Covering his face with his hands, filled with embarrassment, Chris lets out a groan.
"What?" Darren curiously asks.
"My mom is here," Chris informs him, looking at him through his fingers, a deep red already staining his cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know s-"
"Hey," Darren softly chuckles as he pulls one of Chris' hands away. "It's okay. You wanted her to talk to you. At least she's finally doing that."
"I know. But I didn't expect her to come to your house." Collapsing on top of Darren, he feels all traces of arousal and want for Darren leave, but still missing him when he pulls out of his body. "Guess we should get dressed." He rolls off Darren, letting out a huff of breath, never expecting this to happen.
"Yeah." Darren climbs off the bed; Chris admires the view of him standing there naked.
Hearing another knock come from downstairs, Chris rolls over and buries his face in a pillow. Screaming into the pillow to get out some frustration, he feels a bit better as he turns to look at Darren. "I'm staying up here for now," he says as he sits up.
"Let me go let her in before she breaks down my front door." Darren quickly pulls on a pair of boxers, and is pulling on a plain white cotton shirt as he leaves.
Lying back down and listening, Chris hears Darren tell his mom hello as he lets her in. He doesn't make out what she says in reply. "Just sit down and I'll go change and get Chris." Listening to Darren try to be as polite as possible to his mom, Chris feels so bad. He knows he owes him big time for sending him down to deal with his mom alone for now.
Hearing him sprint up the stairs, he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. "So?" he says when Darren comes back into the room.
"I think your mom hates me," Darren says as he rummages in his drawers for a change of clothes. "If she didn't before, she definitely does now."
"What makes you think that?" Chris asks as he stands up off the bed, letting the sheet fall away from his naked body.
"She took one look at me, and I could see it in her eyes she knew what we were doing before she knocked." Chris takes the sweatpants Darren offers him and starts to pull them on, then pulling on the shirt Darren gives him. "She sees me as the old guy who fucks her eighteen year old son."
"Mmm," Chris sighs as he leans forward and nuzzles his face in the curve of Darren's neck, gently nipping at tan skin. "But you do it so well," he growls into Darren's ear, barely rocking his hips forward, hearing him softly groan.
"Not the point," Darren says as he gets a hold on Chris and pushes him away; putting some much needed space between them.
"What's the point?" Chris pushes against Darren's hold on him, eager to be close to him again. The sudden urge to press close and feel Darren's naked body move against his is all Chris can think about.
"The point is that I'm scared shitless right now as your mom waits for us downstairs in my living room," Darren dejectedly sighs as he drops his arms from Chris, slumping his shoulders. "I don't know if I can do this. And it doesn't help that you're trying to jump me at the moment."
"Hey!" Chris wraps his arms around Darren's waist and presses close to his warm body, no longer trying seduce Darren back to bed where they can't go at the moment. "I'm stopping, I promise. Besides, it'll be okay. You just be your charming, amazing self that I fell in love with and everything will be fine."
"I wish I had your optimism."
"I'm choosing to be optimistic to stop myself from having a panic attack at the current moment."
"Well, it's good to know you're freaking out as well." Darren drops his forehead to Chris' and releases a heavy sigh. "We can do this, right?"
"Yes, Dare," Chris says as he stares into Darren's eyes filled with a bit of fright. He wishes he could just hold Darren until that fear went away, but he knows he can't. They have to get downstairs and talk with his mom. "We can do this."
"Okay. But if your mom does kill me," Darren says. Chris lets out a small laugh. "I just want you to know I love you very much."
"If my mom does kill you," Chris says, using Darren's words. "I want you to know I'm keeping your bed. It's very comfortable." Chris bursts out laughing when Darren starts to tickle him. He tries to squirm away, but it's to no effect. "Okay," he says around his laughter. "Okay. I love you, too." Composing himself after Darren stops tickling, Chris leans forward and nuzzles his nose in the curve of Darren's neck. "Come on," he whispers. "We better get downstairs before she starts to worry."
"Okay," Darren agrees with a small sigh.
Taking Darren's hand in his, and giving it an encouraging squeeze, Chris slowly leads him down the stairs to where his mom waits for them. With each step they take, Chris can feel the pressure mounting. The fear of what his mom could say, of what she could do grips him hard. It almost roots him to the spot where he stands at the bottom of the steps as he realizes this could all go so very bad. But he hopes and prays that it at least turns out bit better than what he's thinking it could be.
"Hi, Mom," Chris says in a soft voice as he smiles.
"Hello, sweetie," his mom replies with a small smile.
Chris squeezes Darren's hand, trying to tell him it's going to be fine. Because in that moment, Chris knows that is true. His mom is no longer angry or upset with him. He can tell by her use of the term of endearment she used. That has a sigh of relief washing over Chris. It's then that he knows this won't be too terrible.
Taking a seat on the other end of the couch, Darren sitting right behind him, still holding hands, Chris returns the smile his mom has.
"Mom, you remember Darren," he tells her with a shaky voice as he looks to Darren.
"Hello, Darren," she politely says.
"Hi, Mrs. Colfer," Darren replies, voice trembling out of nerves.
"Not how I imagined meeting you again," she says with the smallest of laughs.
Chris lets out a small laugh as well.
"I'm sorry for that," Darren apologizes.
"Don't apologize," she softly says.
For a few moments, they sit in silence. Chris starts to worry, again, that maybe his mom is starting to realize how crazy this all is. Because, in a way, it is crazy. It's crazy for him to be eighteen and in love with someone eleven years older than him; a same someone that was his former English teacher he has been secretly dating for almost a year. But, even if it is crazy, Chris knows life is about doing crazy things. Life is falling in love, and doing anything to be with that person. It's, sometimes, about breaking rules and going against the norm. In life, there needs to be some craziness to feel human. And at this precise moment, he feels more human than he could imagine.
"So, Darren," Chris hears his mom say in a serious voice after a while. "You love my son?"
"Yes, Mrs. Colfer," Darren answers with an unwavering, sure tone of voice. "I love him more than anything in this world."
Chris squeezes Darren's hand, mouthing he loves him, noticing the corner of Darren's mouth twitch up in a smile.
"I know he feels the same," she says.
"I do," Chris replies as he nods his head.
"I'm sure he's told you how I feel about how you two went about getting together."
"Yes," Darren nods his head, "he did. And I apologize, again, for that. But I tried so hard not to succumb to how I felt for him. I couldn't, though. I couldn't just stand back and love him from a distance."
Chris feels his heart race with how much love there is in Darren's voice as he talks about him. It's so evident how he feels that Chris will never doubt Darren's true feelings for him. All he has to do is hear him talk about him, and he will know.
"Did you think about what it would cost you both if you were found out?" she asks in a curious voice.
"Yeah, I did. It's the main reason I fought against my feelings for him for so long. I didn't want to risk our lives for something that I thought was just a crush at first," Darren goes about explaining. "But when I felt my feelings for him grow into something so much more than a crush, that's when I couldn't just stand back. I thought about what it could mean for me, but I knew he was worth it. I knew he was worth risking everything to be with him."
"You were willing to give up everything for him?" Chris hears his mom ask in a slightly shocked voice.
"Yes," Darren truthfully answers with a sureness to his voice that makes Chris heart swell with even more love for him.
"Don't hurt my son," Chris hears his mom warn Darren in a sharp tone of voice after a few moments.
"I can't promise I won't hurt him. I know we'll argue and fight. But, I do promise to love him still through it all; I promise to stay by his side for however long he'll let me be there."
"Forever," Chris leans over and whispers into Darren's ear.
"Okay." Chris turns to see his mom stand up, unreadable expression on her face. "I still don't approve of how you two went about with this relationship. But I can see you love my son, Mr. Criss. And I've noticed, and can clearly see, how much Chris loves you." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'll still need time to be fully okay with this, but I'm very happy for you two. I want what's best for Chris, and I know that's you, Darren. You make him happy, and he deserves happy. He deserves you."
Chris notices the huge smile spread across Darren's face before he stands up and pulls his mom into a tight hug, completely taken aback by her words. For her to say that means the world to him. It means that she trusts Darren; that she approves of him. "Thank you so much, Mom," he tells her.
"Don't ever lie to me like that again, Chris," she whispers into his ear.
"Yes, Mom." Chris nods his head as he pulls away, huge smile on his face.
"Darren," she says to get his attention.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Be good to him," she says as she cups the side of Chris' face, stroking her thumb over his cheek. "You love him like you say you do, and I thank you for that. He deserves that kind of love."
"I promise," Darren tells her.
"I guess I should be going, then."
Chris takes Darren's hand in his again as they walk his mom to the front door. Telling her bye, saying he'll be home later, he watches her drive off, waving when she waves to Darren and him. Resting his head on Darren's shoulder, he lets out a relived sigh of breath after he sees his mom car disappear around down the street.
"That went better than expected," Darren says as he wraps an arm around Chris waist, gently squeezing at his hip.
"So much better," Chris adds. "You're not dead."
Darren laughs. "Yeah," he agrees. "I'm not dead. And, I think she might actually like me."
"I think she might." Lifting his head and placing a kiss to Darren's scruffy jaw, Chris turns to walk back inside. "Let's go back inside. It's hot out here."
"Okay," Darren says as he follows him.
Once inside, Chris presses close to Darren's body, winding his arms around his neck, and holding him close. "So," he chuckles as he presses his face into the slope of Darren's neck. "When do we tell her we're moving in together?" The only response he gets from Darren is a small groan which makes him laugh harder.