CHAPTER 6

"I, uh... I should go," Chris said after a few minutes of unpleasant silence. Darren didn't react. He hadn't lifted up his head once since the kiss.

Chris sighed, not sure what he had been expecting to happen as he felt so disappointed. He grabbed his phone and got up from the couch, then walking straight to the hallway.

Just as he had opened the front door, he heard a weak voice from the living room. "Stay."

He stopped. What should he do? A part of him was begging him to keep walking, to leave and never look back. But the other part was curious, interested in finding out what could happen.

Without saying a word, he pulled the door closed and turned around. He took a few steps. Darren was still sitting on the sofa, his head against his hands.

"Why?" Chris asked, his voice sharp but soft.

Darren raised his gaze, puzzled. "I already let you go once, and it nearly killed me."

"But you survived."

Darren breathed out deeply. "I don't think I'd be as lucky this time."

Chris swallowed as the flashes from their last meeting from a few years ago started coming rushing back to him. He wanted to tell how much it had hurt him, too. He wanted to tell Darren that it had been the worst decision he'd ever made. But he didn't say anything. He knew he didn't have to.

"I'm not going anywhere," he finally said, as he sat back down next to Darren and took a hold of his hand. "This time I'm gonna see this through."

Darren turned to look at him, and as their eyes met, they both knew there was no turning back. Not this time. They had already made their bed, and now they must lie in it.

"So... Would you like some of that coffee now?" Darren asked awkwardly, still keeping his eyes on Chris.

"No," Chris said, biting his lip. "I wanna pick up where we left off."

Darren laughed lightly as he put his hand on Chris' cheek and leaned in slowly. Chris closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Darren's. He lifted his hand and gently grabbed his hair, as he felt Darren's mouth open and he darted his tongue inside. Their tongues met slowly, dancing around each other, sharing saliva. Blood rushed through Chris' body, fueled by emotion.

Darren kept fondling his ear as the kiss became more and more passionate. Chris moaned softly as he spread his legs and climbed onto his lap, his knees on either side of Darren's hips. They kept kissing, hard and sloppy, their hands all over each other's body.

In a little while, Darren withdrew from Chris' lips and kissed his neck. Chris kept his eyes shut and bit his lower lip, as though desperately trying to hold back the sounds of his pleasure. He felt his crotch grow bigger, but for the first time, it didn't bother him one bit. He let himself feel everything, as it had been his first time. And some ways, it was.

Darren kept sucking Chris' neck with his moist, soft lips. His skin tasted of salt and musk, and he smelled sweet, like flowers, but there was something unique in his scent. Darren listened to his luscious moans and pressed him tighter against himself.

"I want you," Chris whimpered quietly.

Darren smiled, pleased. "It's gonna take a little more than just that, Christopher."

Shivers ran through Chris' body from the way he said his full name. "What do you want me to do?"

Darren only smirked as he looked straight back into his eyes. Chris bit his lip. Suddenly he was feeling terribly nervous. Carefully, he put his hand on Darren's hair, threading his fingers into the warm thickness of it. With his other hand he began fondling Darren's narrow waist, his flat, muscular stomach, his nice, hard pecs.

Darren swallowed noisily and took a deep breath. "You know, this reminds me of something."

Chris looked at him, not saying a word.

"Your trailer. Back in our Glee days," Darren continued. "I used to sneak in there during the breaks to practice lines or just..."

Darren quieted for a minute. "I really miss that time."

"Yeah," Chris sighed. "I miss it too."

Darren smiled a bit nervously, as if he was afraid that he'd just ruined the moment with becoming too sentimental. But Chris didn't seem to think so; his left hand was already on its way down to his pants.

"There were... So many things I wanted to say to you, so many things I wanted to do differently." Darren closed his eyes and groaned lowly as Chris' hand sneaked into his underpants.

"And I'm sorry for... Being such a coward," he continued, a bit out of breath.

Chris opened the zipper of Darren's pants, trying his best to ignore his pungent gaze. He started rubbing his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Darren breathed heavily, still keeping his eyes tightly on Chris.

"Chris," he moaned. "Chris, I'm serious."

"I know," Chris said. "And I forgive you, end of discussion. Can you now show me all those things you wanted to do to me in the trailer?"

Darren chuckled and leaned in to kiss his neck softly. "With pleasure."

He got up, lifting Chris with him. He took a hold of his hand and brought him to the bedroom. He pushed him on the bed, then got naked himself. Chris looked at him, biting his lower lip, enjoying the view.

Darren winked at him. "Your turn, Colfer."

Chris laughed softly and stripped off his t-shirt. "I kinda liked 'Christopher' better."

"Well, Christopher, today's your lucky day, because it's all about pleasing you," Darren smirked as he took slow steps closer to him.

Chris tried to keep his breathing steady and his face in control. He didn't wanna seem desperate by getting too excited about the smallest things.

"I want you to turn around," Darren said. Chris puckered his brows but did as he was told, anyway.

Darren was just about to get in bed, on top of him, as he heard a key rattle in the lock of the front door. His heart skipped a beat.

"Shit!"

"Wh-What happened?" Chris asked, startled.

"Mia's here!"

"What?"

"She must've left the party early!" Darren nearly screamed, stumbling as he tried to pull on his jeans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

"What the hell am I gonna do? My car's on the driveway!" Chris shouted, panicky. "Goddammit, my fucking car's on the driveway!"

Darren took a long, deep breath. "Hide. I'll come up with something if she asks about the car."

"Wait, what was that now?"

"I said hide!" Darren yelled as he yanked on his shirt and rushed to the living room.

Chris stared after him, unable to move. What was he going to do, really? A part of him wanted to obey and search for a place to hide, but the other part wanted to teach Darren a lesson, to force him to take some responsibility. He could just lay down on the bed and wait for Mia to find him. Mia might not have been his favorite person in the world, but she was still a human being and deserved to be treated like one.

He sighed and put on his t-shirt. Tonight definitely wasn't gonna end up on the list of his favorite nights.