Chris sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the unlocked door. His black blazer was lying next to him, wrinkled, with his thick-framed glasses neatly placed on top of it.
The room was quiet and the lighting a bit dusky. The only sound, a peaceful, melancholic music, was coming from the cell phone he was holding in his left hand.
Chris sighed and leaned his head against the sink behind him. He was getting frustrated, Darren had been away for almost half an hour. Maybe he wasn't even going to show up. After all, it had been slightly random for him to ask him for a drink and act so incredibly kindly in the first place. He had probably just felt guilty for not keeping touch with him. Or worse, he had felt sorry for him after seeing him wandering around the place, alone, like a lost puppy.
Chris sighed again. Why didn't he never learn? A guy like Darren, charming, social, extremely fascinating, was never good news. He had too much going on in his life, and he was only capable of maintaining his oldest, most stable, important relationships. The ones he couldn't live without, the ones he cherished the most. And Chris definitely wasn't on that list. Not anymore.
After the fifth sigh he finally got up, dusting his pants. He lifted his jacket from the floor, slipping the glasses to the front pocket and took a quick look at his reflection in the mirror. As he was walking toward the bathroom door, annoyed and ashamed, it opened wide. Chris stared, confused, as Darren stepped inside with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in his hands.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to get back here. There were just so many people I needed to say hi to, and I really didn't wanna seem rude."
He put the things down and locked the door, then turning to Chris.
"Going somewhere, Colfer?" he asked, smiling teasingly.
Chris chuckled nervously. "I, uh... I didn't think you'd be coming back."
"What? Of course I would! I made you a promise, and you know what my promises mean to me."
Chris coughed sarcastically. "Sure."
Darren puckered his brows. "Look, I know there are a lot of things we need to discuss, but you have to understand that right now, there's a whole bunch of people, who'd kill to celebrate with me tonight, sitting in that auditorium while I'm here with you. Because I chose to be with you. So, maybe you could just cut me some slack here, huh?"
"Oh, wow." Chris looked at him, stunned. He had always known that fame tended to go to people's head, but never had he even imagined that it'd have such a notable, poor impact on Darren, whose down-to-earth attitude he used to have admired.
"Oh, my God," Darren mumbled all of a sudden. The look on his face was frightened; his eyes were fully open, his mouth ajar.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God," he kept repeating.
"That... That was such a conceited thing to say. I'm... I'm so sorry, C, I..."
Darren took a deep breath.
"When I think of myself... Geez, even when I look at myself, I still see that little kid with a big dream starting his first year at UM, and it just... It messes with my head, Chris. This is what I've dreamed of ever since I was just a toddler! And now that it's actually happening... I've started questioning whether I really am ready for this or not."
"Hey," Chris said softly as he took a few steps closer to him. "I can assure you that no one deserves this more than you do. It's your time. And yes, sometimes things seem bad and everything feels hopeless, but everyone has moments of doubts. Nobody can stay strong constantly."
Chris put his hand on Darren's right shoulder. "And you don't have go through it all alone. You've got your family, your team, your friends and... Me."
Darren lifted his head and as soon as he did, the tears he'd been holding back the whole night, flooded his eyes and began to fall, dropping on the floor.
Chris smiled tenderly. "Come here."
He wrapped his arms around Darren's slim body and closed his eyes. Darren put his head on his chest, sliding his arms tightly around his waist and breathed deeply.
Chris' body felt good against his, familiar. It was like nothing had changed, the past three years seemed to be forgotten. There was only tonight.
They stood there, holding each other, with a beautiful melody playing in the background for a long time. Not single word was said, no arm moved. It was just them, the music and the gentle touch of their bodies, the tingling.
And then, just when the playlist was on the verge of ending, Darren loosened his grip. Chris raised his head, abashed. Darren looked deep into his eyes, smiling warmly. He swallowed, feeling his palms sweat, ears redden. The tension in the room was so thick you could've cut it with a knife.
Chris smiled back.
Darren bit his lower lip, still not taking his eyes off Chris'. His breathing was getting heavier and the intense atmosphere made him dizzy.
Suddenly he leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly against Chris' warm, soft ones. They kissed long and passionately, tongues fighting for space.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it had started when Darren pulled himself out of it, gasping for air. He opened his eyes, breathing rapidly.
"I, uh... I don't know why I... Why I just did that. I... I shouldn't have done that," he spluttered.
Chris pursed his lips. "Yeah... That was quite irresponsible thing for you to do."
"Maybe I should... Punish you," he continued, whispering, staring at Darren's moist lips.
Darren bit his teeth together as Chris gently grabbed his balls through his pants and squeezed.
"What do you say?" Chris asked with a slanted smirk on his face, still holding Darren's crown jewels.
Darren nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Definitely."
Chris laughed airily. "Kiss me first."
Darren simpered as he cupped Chris' cheeks, looking straight into his eyes and then forced their lips together.
Their tongues started slow-dancing. Darren let his hands wander on Chris' body, touching his arms, chest, waist... Chris groaned softly, playing carefully with Darren's thick, lightly gelled hair.
Slowly, he began to unbutton Darren's black dress shirt after undoing the tight bow tie and letting it hang around his neck.
After the shirt was opened, Chris helped Darren to get rid of it along with his black blazer. As the clothes dropped on the floor, he started kissing the smooth, sensitive skin of Darren's neck. Darren closed his eyes, biting his lip, letting out tacit moans.
Soon Chris was topless as well, and his bare back was pushed against the bathroom wall with Darren's warm, humid mouth running all over his body. He moaned as Darren kept moving lower, starting to undo his black pants.
Darren grasped Chris' half-erected cock, pumping at it slowly. Chris closed his eyes in pleasure, pressing the side of the sink hard with his left hand.
"Okay, okay. My turn," Chris panted as he took a hold of Darren's shoulders and turned around so Darren's back was against the cold, concrete wall.
Chris went down on his knees, taking off Darren's pants and boxers. He started rubbing Darren's cock up and down. Darren exhaled loudly, bucking his hips upward to the touch. Chris quickened the pace, making Darren moan almost uncontrollably.
Soon Chris replaced his hand with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, Darren groaning and moaning loud as he did. Sometimes his cock missed Chris' mouth and ended up slapping him on the cheek or just rubbing against it. Chris liked that. He enjoyed Darren's cock all up in his face and mouth.
Darren put his hands in Chris' fluffy hair and slowly moved his cock further down his throat. Chris didn't mind. As long as he was able to breathe through his nose, he was fine with deep throat.
"Are you getting close?"
Darren opened his eyes slightly. "Very."
"Do you wanna, uh, come to my mouth?"
A smirk appeared on Darren's face. "Actually, I was thinking... I'd love to be inside you when I come."
Chris coughed, surprised. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Chris stayed silent for a short while.
"Okay," he then replied, smiling nervously.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't wanna pressure you to do anything you might not be one hundred percent comfortable with."
"I-I'm sure, yeah."
Darren smiled. "Okay."
As soon as they were both sitting on the floor, Darren started kissing Chris' neck. Chris smiled mildly, took hold of his hair and pulled it gently. Darren pressed himself closer to him, and with his other hand, he played tenderly with his balls.
"Turn around," Darren whispered into his ear. "Hands and knees."
Chris nodded in silence, trying to act calm. He had no idea how believable he was, but because Darren just kept sucking his neck, he assumed that he didn't seem as anxious as he felt.
Darren started rubbing his dry hole. Chris bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to prevent himself from moaning.
Darren massaged his hole for a little while and then let the tip of his middle finger sink in him. Chris let out a loud, unintentional moan. Darren smiled as he pushed the rest of his finger inside.
"Does this hurt?" he asked, slowly fucking the finger in and out of Chris.
Chris took a deep breath through his nose.
"No," he then replied.
"Good."
Chris closed his eyes. He wanted Darren inside him so badly. Wanted him now. All the way. Even if it hurt.
Darren kissed his lower back as he pushed another finger inside him. Chris groaned and leaned his head against his hands. Darren wrapped his other hand around Chris' cock while pushing the third finger inside.
"Oh, gosh," Chris groaned lowly.
Darren grinned as he kept fucking Chris gently with his fingers. "You really like this, don't you?"
Chris nodded, letting out another unintended moan. It didn't hurt a bit anymore. The stretch just felt incredibly good.
"Fuck me," he whined.
From the tone of his voice, Darren could tell just how much he wanted to be filled. How much he needed it. Needed him.
Darren stood on his knees between Chris' legs. His other hand squeezed at Chris' ass, and the other was around his own cock. He started teasing the head of his cock against Chris' hole. Chris felt his erection grow to its full expanse as their skins touched.
"Fuck me," he whimpered again. "Please."
Darren leaned in to kiss his neck once more before tenderly sinking inside him. Chris felt his entire body clench. His breathing came out short as he moaned hornily.
Darren started fucking him slowly. He pulled out almost all the way before sinking back inside, a little deeper every time. As soon as Chris got used to the feeling, Darren fastened the pace. Gradually, Chris felt his cock hardening inside him. They both began moaning, and their voices got louder and louder.
"You take it so fucking well," Darren groaned. He was now fucking Chris so hard, Chris had to take support from the side of the sink in front of him.
"T-Touch me," Chris whined, pressing his fingers against the sink.
Darren grabbed hold of Chris' cock again, and stroke it fast and hard. They were both moaning, so close to the edge. Darren's fist kept squeezing and pulling Chris' cock as he was coming inside him. He kept jerking Chris off until he was pushed over the edge, as well, with a loud helpless groan.
After a few minutes, Darren pulled out and slumped to sit back down on the floor. He kept breathing heavily and closed his eyes as he leaned his head against his hands. Chris scrawled up and sat next to him.
"Fuck." He took a deep breath. "Just... Fuck. That was..."
Darren chuckled, sounding a bit sleepy as he replied, "I know."
Chris smiled tiredly and bent his head on Darren's shoulder. The night had been everything he'd ever hoped for, everything he'd ever even dared to dream of. No. It had been better. It had been perfect.