This was definitely turning out to be the best Christmas Day Chris had ever had as well as the most unconventional. Chris loved his family dearly, but the freedom of not having to get up at a certain time, open presents at a certain time, meet and greet extended family for hours on end, as he had done for many Christmases was liberating to say the least.
Being woken up with a Christmas kiss from your lover was certainly something he could get used to, as was snuggling naked in bed drinking piping hot coffee and eating bacon and waffles, while watching Christmas movies.
Of course he'd phoned his family while Darren was making breakfast. His sister, Hannah, was mortified he wasn't there for Christmas and he did feel a bit guilty as they'd always been close growing up, and he didn't get to see her as much as he'd like to. But he was going home in a few days anyway, and he managed to placate her with all the exciting things they'd be able to do. He knew how much she liked Darren, and the fact that he'd be coming as well managed to cheer her up. "Make sure he brings his guitar," she told him, "and tell Darren he has to sing loads of songs for me as a punishment for keeping you from me for Christmas".
Chris decided that it might be a good time tell her that he and Darren were now boyfriends, and after she'd finished flailing he thought he'd leave her to tell his parents. He knew they'd be surprised, but thought that'd give them a chance to get used to the idea. He suspected that, like himself, his parents had thought Darren was straight. Having said that, maybe they wouldn't be surprised. Having discovered that most of the Glee cast had thought they were already in some secret relationship, and that Darren had known that everyone thought that, Chris wasn't sure of anything anymore. Chris' head almost hurt with the confusion of it all. It was like he had been living in a parallel universe or something. He didn't consider himself stupid, but how had he been so oblivious?
Chris certainly hadn't missed having Christmas presents to open. He and Darren hadn't got each other anything in the end apart from the show tickets the night before. They had planned to, but had never got round to it. Chris didn't care, he didn't need anything anyway. The theatre trip had been better than he'd ever hoped. In fact the whole evening had been really special, and besides, the Christmas present they'd given each other before breakfast this morning was pretty mind blowing too.
"It's going to be a real shock to the system when we have to go back to work," Darren commented. "I just wish we could be like this forever.. I know it's stupid but it's just so nice having time to ourselves."
Chris smiled, running his hand over Darren's bare chest as he spoke. "We won't even be able to do this at my parents' really, at least not all day. I spoke to Hannah earlier and basically promised her we'd do loads of things with her once we get there... Oh and she wants you to take your guitar and entertain her."
Darren grinned, "your sister's lovely. I don't mind doing that...we could both do it..you know, duet."
Chris raised his eyebrows. He was pretty sure his sister wouldn't be wanting them to sing duets to her. "I chickened out and left Hannah to tell my parents about us," Chris circled Darren's nipple with his thumb until it sat up pertly. Darren moaned quietly as Chris moved to his other nipple.
"I'll phone your mom tomorrow," Darren fought to talk normally as his second nipple was brought to a stiff peak, "make sure we're going to be sharing a bedroom." Darren always got on like a house in fire with Chris' mom, but Chris cringed at the thought of such a conversation taking place. Hopefully Darren was joking, but he wouldn't put it past him.
"Some of those duets I was thinking of have some quite high notes..I think you need to practise.." The confused look was wiped off of Chris' face as Darren pulled him over to straddle his lap.
"I'm sure Hannah only wants to hear 'you' sing," Chris groaned as Darren ran his hand teasingly up the length of Chris' cock. "She's heard enough of me over the years."
"That's fine then...but you're still going to sing some high notes for me now..."
"Now!" Chris squealed, reacting to Darren running his thumb over the tip of Chris' cock.
"Mmm, that wasn't bad for starters," Darren teased, "but in a minute you're going to be singing lots and lots of high notes while riding my cock."
Chris sat up straight at Darren's words. He tried to sound nonchalant. "So you think you can just tell me what I'm going to do, and I'll just do it?" He flexed his thighs that were straddling Darren, trying not to buck into Darren's still teasing hand.
Annoyingly, Darren knew him too well to take notice of his nonchalance. He could feel Chris clenching desperately. "No."
"No?"
"No..Chris." Darren parted his own legs slightly that were underneath Chris' bare ass. "I don't think you're going to do what I tell you.. I think you're going to be begging me.."
'Oh' Chris felt a familiar swirl in the pit of his stomach. His ass was nicely spread across Darren's parted legs, enabling Darren to run his finger gently back and forth along Chris' crack. Darren's finger becoming more persistent as Chris threw his head back, emitting a long moan. Darren was good at this, Chris conceded as Darren's finger teased Chris' hole, but the trouble was he knew it. The amount of begging Chris had done in the last few days, without intending to, was pretty obscene, and he knew he was close to yet another begging session right now.
"You're such a good boy for me," Darren sighed, pushing a finger inside Chris.
"Pleease," Chris panted. He couldn't help it. The sensation of Darren pushing his finger inside Chris, coupled with Darren slowly moving his fist up and down the length of his cock was testing him to the limit, if not sending him over the limit.
"Dar..ren...please..please. Please."
"What did you want darling?"
"Fuck." Chris felt two fingers beginning to stretch him. "Oh God. Darren..oh my. Just pleease."
"Okay..tell me what you want. Tell me what..you're begging me for baby."
Chris groaned to himself. Darren was just so annoying and ..conceited .. and amazingly sexy. Chris grasped Darren's cock in frustration, fisting him hard and fast. Darren yelped at the suddenness of the action. "Okay, okay," Chris groaned, "please Darren..I want to ride your cock.."
Walking in Central Park that afternoon, everything looked perfectly Christmassy. There was still enough snow left to constitute a white Christmas without being dangerous underfoot. Chris and Darren linked hands as they walked the pathways aimlessly, just enjoying being together, and the whole experience of Christmas in New York.
The good thing about New York was that even on Christmas Day you would always be able to find somewhere open. So thankfully after a couple of hours of walking in the crisp cold December air, they found a small coffee shop on the outskirts of the park. It was barely visible from the street as the entrance was only a small doorway. They followed a narrow corridor once they'd entered the doorway, Chris whispering to Darren, "I feel like we're in someone's home. Are you sure we should be here?" They both stifled a small giggle.
Eventually the corridor opened out into a small, but cosy area dotted with low tables and comfortable chairs. Being so small it had a homely feel to it, ideal on a cold wintry day like today.
They went up to the small counter, spotting delicious homemade cakes to have with their coffee. "I wish we'd found this place before," Darren said quietly, "when we were looking for somewhere private where we wouldn't be spotted. This would've been perfect."
"I'm amazed anyone ever finds this place," Chris said as they sat down. There were a couple of other people in the shop, both on their own. An ideal place to inconspicuously come and read, especially if you were on your own for Christmas, Chris thought. He suddenly realised with a pang that Darren was originally going to be on his own for Christmas. Nobody should be on their own for Christmas. He looked up at Darren who was just taking the first sip of his coffee.
Darren looked up, feeling Chris' eyes on him. "Hey..you okay?"
"Yeah," he paused. "I just love you...I've always loved you.."
Darren's smile lit up the room. "I know,..and I feel the same way about you." He held out his hand to Chris. "Come and sit a bit closer to me so we can share this cake..before I eat it all myself."
Chris moved over to the chair next to Darren, shuffling it closer as Darren held out a forkful of cake for him to try. "You were looking a bit sad there, Chris. What's up then?"
Chris shrugged as he ate the cake Darren had given him, taking a mouthful of coffee to wash it down. "I realised you were going to have been spending Christmas by yourself - for some reason it made me feel inexplicably sad."
"Chris..you shouldn't worry about me. It was my choice to come to New York.."
"Please promise me you won't ever spend Christmas by yourself." Chris spoke quietly, not wanting to offend the customers who were in the coffee shop alone.
"Well, I think, or at least hope, that we're probably together for the long term, don't you?" Darren kept his face close to Chris, as Chris nodded, glad of the background Christmas music. "I seriously can't promise I'll never spend Christmas on my own..but as long as we're together I'm pretty sure I won't..." Darren kissed Chris lightly in the lips.
"Anyway, if we break up I'm sure you won't care if I spend Christmas on my own or not," Darren chuckled. "So shall we try some of the other cake now?"
Chris nodded, grabbing the other plate to the cake they'd already tried, putting some cake on the fork to feed to Darren. When Darren's mouth was too full to speak, Chris told him, "I'll always care about you, even if we do split up one day..I don't think we will though, do you?
Darren shook his head, still eating.
"I suppose we're not really that compatible. Well not in theory anyway," Chris continued.
Darren swallowed. "We are!"
"Yes we are, but on paper we're not. I mean I like writing, reading.."
"I like reading.."
"I know, but you also love sports, wild adventures, have endless energy and just like being spontaneous and seeing what will happen...and when something does happen, you just go with it. Compared to you..my life is boring, ordered and planned..I feel tired just watching you sometimes."
"I love all that about you. You keep me grounded," Darren whispered. "And I'm not that off the wall underneath the surface.. I knew I wanted us to be together, as more than friends, from the day I met you. I'm also an idiot for not having told you sooner..but that's another thing altogether."
The Christmas tree in Times Square looked even more fantastic today than it had previously. Maybe it was because it was just starting to get dark and the twinkling lights looked even brighter or maybe it was to do with the small choir that were gathered around the tree singing Christmas carols, Darren didn't know. Perhaps, Darren considered, it was just because he felt happy. Everything felt perfect. He caught hold of Chris' gloved hand, squeezing it gently. Chris looked at him, giving him that adoringly sweet smile that he'd noticed was only for him. That alone made him want to take Chris straight home and show him just how in love with him he was.
They'd decided to walk up here after the coffee shop, wanting to drink in as much of this wonderful city as they possibly could. In a couple of days they'd be gone - back to California - first to see Chris' family, and then back to LA. Then it would be back to work, with the crazy filming schedules, and Darren knew this would be the true test of his and Chris' relationship.
Darren realistically knew that he and Chris would probably fall out lots of times along the way. That was to be expected - they were both strong characters, but they loved each other, loved each other before they even became lovers. He just knew that Chris was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he really couldn't see that changing.
As it grew darker, the clear skies brought with it icy temperatures. Darren could see Chris was beginning to shiver as they stood listening to the carol singing. He looped his arm over Chris' shoulder, pulling him in close. "Do you want to go back now? You look cold."
"Yeah, I think I'm ready. We can go back and make some dinner. It's too cold to hang around here much longer, even though I love it..." Chris leaned in to kiss Darren, gently at first but deepening the kiss as their tongues fought for dominance. Chris thought to himself that he couldn't get enough of this beautiful man, his beautiful boyfriend.
"Let's go," Darren whispered, close to Chris ear, "I want to take you to bed and remind you how much I love you... This Christmas is about 'us', and I don't suppose we'll ever have another Christmas like it. We should make the most of it."
Chris gulped silently. What were they doing in Times Square when he had Darren's naked body to worship. He'd spent more time in bed here in New York than doing anything else, and he still wanted more. Luckily so did Darren, so Chris wasn't about to turn him down. This vacation wasn't going to last forever. In a few weeks time they'd probably be yearning for this alone time.
"What are we waiting for then?" Chris smiled, as Darren began dragging him through the thin crowds of people who had gathered in the square.
Chris felt his phone buzz as they rode up in the elevator. He'd already exchanged 'Merry Christmas' texts with absolutely everyone he knew. He pulled out his phone. "I'm sure I'm being paranoid, but I wonder who this is.." Chris glanced at the screen, "Ashley," he stated, opening the message. "Oh," Chris looked up at Darren. " She's just seen pictures of us online at last night's show. She's wondering if there's anything we'd like to tell her."
"Tell her," Darren said looking Chris in the eyes lustfully. "Tell everyone. I want everyone to know...they'll all find out soon enough anyway, so it's better coming from us." Darren headed out of the elevator as the doors opened. "Just don't take long," he called back, as Chris followed him, "my cock needs your attention."
Chris felt a huge thrill run through him, as he frantically began typing into his phone. " I don't suppose there's any chance I could phone her then?" Chris teased, hoping no one in any neighbouring apartments could hear their conversation.
"That's right Christopher, not while my cock needs looking after."
"A text will do," Chris rushed, pressing 'send' on the text he'd quickly typed. He'd promised to phone Ashley later with more details, giving her permission to tell anyone else she was in touch with.
Chris groaned obscenely as Darren slowly and surely made him come undone. He lay loosely on the bed, one leg thrown over Darren's shoulder, his ass cheek firmly in Darren's hand. Darren's other hand ran teasingly up the length of his cock, gently rolling his balls after every few strokes.
Chris hung on to Darren's shoulder for dear life with one hand, his other hand flung up above his head helplessly grasping the pillow. He sighed "oh," each time Darren ran his thumb across the tip of his cock on each up stroke, extending to "oh Darren," as Darren's stroking grew firmer.
Darren stopped what he was doing, seeing Chris wasn't going to be able to take much more. He loved seeing Chris giving it all up just for him, but he didn't want this to be over yet. "Chris," he pleaded, "I'd really like you to make love to me, please ...if you would.."
'Well this was different,' Chris thought to himself, hearing Darren's pleading.
Darren was face down on the bed, ass high in the air. He knew the rules...no coming until he was told to, and this position stopped him from rutting against the sheets. His shaking thighs were aching terribly, but the feeling of Chris thrusting into him was just so good. Every time Chris could feel Darren was about to come he would slow right down, leaving his cock throbbing in beautiful agony.
"Please let me come Chris," Darren pleaded as the burn in his parted thighs became almost unbearable.
"Okay," Chris conceded, "I don't know if I can hold off anymore myself." He ran his smooth hand over Darren's sweat covered back soothingly. He reached round to grasp Darren's cock, thrusting in time to his hand movements. One, two, three and that was it. They both came together, Darren coming so hard into Chris' hand he could no longer support his own weight. They both collapsed in a heap on the bed, breathlessly giggling at the intensity of it all.
"Did you tell Ashley?" Darren asked as they cuddled up in bed later. They'd put all Chris' bedding in the washing machine and moved to Darren's bed after a much needed shower.
"Briefly, I said I'll call her. I might phone her tomorrow. I just told her you were the best fuck I've ever had, and that you're stuck with me now..even if you don't want me." Darren pulled Chris in closer.
"Oh, she'll love that. It'll appeal to her base sense of humour. At least I won't have her going on at me anymore about what a great couple we'd make," Darren grinned.
"She said that to you? She never mentioned it to me."
"I think she figured it was up to me to make the the first move. Every time we slept over at one of our apartments, which let's face it, was quite often, she'd be pushing me for information as to whether anything had been going on."
"I can't believe she'd do that..well maybe I can. I just can't believe I didn't realise.."
"She's actually very protective of you...you're a special person Chris, there are alot of people who love you.."
Chris looked up at Darren from where he was half laying on him, "including you," he whispered. Chris reached up stroking Darren's cheek gently.
Darren grasped hold of Chris' hand, holding Chris' fingers up to his lips and kissed his knuckles softly. "Especially me," he said lovingly, carding his fingers through Chris' hair.