Chapter 36 - "I'll be your white knight, if you'll be my steed."
Chapter Notes: I couldn't resist…
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Dinner that evening was a celebratory barbecue. "Congratulations, everyone, on a job well done!" Ryan proclaimed, producing a couple of bottles of champagne with a flourish. "Now, I can't provide alcohol to minors," (general discontented muttering) "so if you're underage, you'll have to pour your own drinks."
The last part of his statement was greeted with cheers and applause. Ryan popped the cork on the first bottle, pouring champagne for the staff members who were over 21. He pointedly looked the other way as Jacob grabbed the second bottle and started pouring drinks for the rest.
Darren snagged two glasses, handing one to Chris. When everyone had been served, Ryan held up his glass toward David and made a toast. "Here's to the successful completion of our first summer running this show. And a world of thanks to all of you who helped to make it happen. I hope you'll all be back again next year."
There was a chorus of "Here, here!" as they all raised their glasses in salute. Chris had tasted champagne before, on New Year's Eve, but never more than a tiny sip. He found that it burned his tongue a little, but quickly produced a pleasantly warm, tingly feeling. He and Darren clinked glasses, grinning at each other.
The barbecue was followed by the final campfire of the summer. Ryan, Matthew, Mark, Chord, Jacob, and Darren took turns playing guitar. Everyone was in a festive mood, calling out song requests and singing along loudly.
As the evening wore on, the singing was interspersed with laughing conversations. Chris turned to Darren. "Would you play the song you sang at our first campfire?"
Darren immediately began the opening chords to Daydream Believer. When he reached the line, "You once thought of me as a white knight on his steed," he gave Chris a significant look.
Finishing the song to scattered applause, Darren leaned into Chris, murmuring, "I'll be your white knight, if you'll be my steed."
It was apparent from Chris's expression that he hadn't grasped the full meaning behind his boyfriend's words, so Darren elaborated. "I want to ride you."
Chris's jaw fell open and a blush raced up his cheeks as he glanced around to see whether anyone had overheard. Their friends were all talking and laughing amongst themselves, though, and no one seemed to have noticed that his face was suddenly on fire. Pressing his lips to Darren's ear, Chris whispered, "Let's get out of here."
Darren was up in a flash, calling out loudly to the group at large, "Well, Chris and I have had a really long day, so we're heading to bed. See you in the morning."
This announcement was followed by quite a few catcalls and wolf whistles, as no one appeared to be buying the "it's been a long day" excuse. Darren shrugged off their friends' reactions with a wink and a grin. "Oh, hush. You're just jealous."
"Damn right, we are!" Zach called.
Chris got to his feet and tugged on Darren's hand, muttering "Stop egging them on." Then he addressed the others. "Goodnight everybody."
There was a chorus of goodnights, followed by a few more suggestive comments, as Chris and Darren left the campfire. The boys held hands, giggling, as they half-skipped, half-ran back to their bunkhouse.
Once they'd kicked the door shut behind them, Darren pulled Chris into his arms. "Dance with me."
"We've never danced together before. Is this another one of those 'losing our virginities' moments?"
"Mmm hmm," Darren hummed, beginning to sway.
Chris leaned in close, pressing their cheeks together. Darren's humming took on a melody, and he began to sing quietly. Chris recognized the song Darren had sung for him in San Francisco. He joined in on the final chorus.
Baby I'm not alone
Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through
As the song, and their dance, ended, Chris and Darren brought their lips together. Chris couldn't have explained it, but he felt as though some kind of a promise had been made, and sealed with a kiss.
With gentle fingers, Darren began undoing the buttons on Chris's shirt, pausing to run his hands over each new bit of skin he exposed. Chris shivered a little at his touch. Tugging the bottom of the shirt out of Chris's jeans, Darren finished with the last button. He moved around behind Chris to remove the shirt and set it on the back of a chair. Then he pulled Chris's undershirt up over his head.
Chris turned around to face his boyfriend, tugging Darren's shirt off and bringing their bare chests together. He loved the way Darren's breath hitched whenever skin met skin.
Running his hands up and down Darren's back, Chris nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck, pressing little kisses under his ear. Darren backed him toward the bed, holding out a hand to stop his head from bumping the top bunk.
Chris sat down on the bottom bunk, and Darren knelt in front of him to pull off his boots. As Darren dug his thumbs into the instep of each foot, Chris let out a pleased moan. "That feels amazing… I was about to say it was better than sex, but then I realized I'd be lying… Still, it's gotta come in a close second."
Darren grinned up at Chris, pulling off his socks and planting a kiss on the tip of each toe as he continued to rub his feet. Chris sighed, leaning back on his elbows. "Your hands are magic."
"If I wave them around and say 'Alohomora' do you think your zipper will just magically open?"
"Hmm… I think you might need to be a little more hands-on for that."
Darren quickly took the hint, tugging off Chris's jeans and boxers, and then hurriedly discarding the rest of his own clothes. Chris pulled him down on the bed, tangling their legs together and running his hands down Darren's back to his ass.
"I think your hands might be magic, too," Darren murmured.
"Wonder what'll happen if I wave them around and say 'Accio lube'?"
Darren laughed. "I think your boyfriend will grab everything we need from under the bed, and let your fingers do their magic."
"Kiss me first."
So Darren kissed him, deep and slow, pressing Chris into the bed with the weight of his body. Then he reached for the lube and handed it to his boyfriend. "Do you think you can finger me in this position, so I can get used to the angle?"
Chris smiled up at him. "I can certainly try…"
With Darren straddling his waist, Chris brought his slicked-up fingers to his boyfriend's ass. He couldn't see what he was doing, but by now they'd had enough practice that he figured he could do this with his eyes closed. It didn't take long before Darren was working himself down onto Chris's fingers enthusiastically, experimenting with leaning forward and back to find the angle that felt best.
Soon he stilled, asking, "Can I ride you now?"
"Oh, god, yes."
Darren grabbed a condom, rolling it down over his boyfriend's cock before coating it with lube. It took a couple of tries for him to line himself up so that he could sink down over Chris's cock. Chris gasped as Darren's tight heat finally surrounded him.
Everything felt different to Chris in this position – partially the physical sensations, but mostly the release of control. He lay back, allowing Darren to set the pace, moaning as his boyfriend's muscles clenched around him with his every rise and fall.
As Darren tipped forward, Chris stretched up to meet him in a messy kiss. He could feel the heat coiling inside him. Dropping his head back onto the pillow, Chris reached for his boyfriend's cock, stroking it in time with Darren's rhythm.
Darren groaned, arching his back and squeezing down tightly as he increased his pace. His cock jerked in his boyfriend's hand as he came, hot and wet, across Chris's chest. The muscles in Darren's ass contracted sharply, dragging a cry from Chris's throat as he, too, shuddered and came hard.
Darren raised himself up slightly to allow Chris to slip out, then collapsed against his boyfriend's chest. They lay together, panting, as their heart rates gradually returned to normal.
"Okay," Chris said, once he'd caught his breath enough to speak, "I have no idea what I was thinking earlier. There is no comparison between sex and a foot rub. Your ass truly is magic."
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