Chapter 3! This one is chokingly fluffy and a tad odd- so please review! Any suggestions would be great, I have a vague idea of where I'm going next :D SO much love xx

Chris was in the studio alone. The walls were tall and blank. He stared at the mirror to see only a reflection of himself. No one else. He felt comfortable and safe. He looked down to see two hands slip around his waist. Looking back up to his reflection, Darren walked out from behind him.

He stood in front of him and brought his hand up to Chris' cheek. Chris looked at Darren in surprise. He felt the same way he did. He wasn't alone. Darren slowly lowered his hand. Stroking down the cheek and stepping closer to Chris.

"Chris, I'm not straight. I know this now"

Chris was speechless. Darren just stepped forward again. Their noses were almost touching and Darren looked up at the taller boy.

"I know this now because of you…" His words floated around Chris' mind. Chris still remained motionless, gazing into Darren's sparkling eyes. His eyes were full of hope and love. Darren loved him. He moved in closer to Chris, tenderly wrapping his arms around him. He tilted his head and lead in closer. Darren's lips pressed onto Chris' and before they knew it Chris had his hands tangled in Darren's curls. Pulling him secure- never wanting to let go.

Chris moved his hands lower gripping at his hips pulling him up. He just wanted Darren, no needed Darren. He was all over him, the entire time feeling the relief he craved for so long. He pushed his eyes shut and opened them to find Darren gone. He sat up straight in his bed. Looking around his room as all the memories of the day before sunk in. He felt both delighted and disgusted at the same time. He couldn't believe he just dreamt all that. It felt too real.

Later that day the two of them were back at the studio. Darren didn't seem at all fazed by what happened the previous day, Chris on the other hand was a mess. He couldn't get the steps right and all he could think about was how much he wanted the hot air from Darren's breath trickling back down his neck. He would get so worked up and angry with himself every time his thought trailed off like that. The dream played over and over again. It was wrong.

The two boys had said very little to each other. Chris only answered in one word answers. Hoping that he could merely push Darren entirely out of his head. But it wasn't that easy.

Darren could sense something was up with Chris. So he tried his best to relieve the tension between them. Smiling at Chris and talking to him like they would on the daily basis but Chris was shut off somehow. As if he wanted nothing to do with Darren.

They started going through the steps Zach taught them yesterday. Darren spun Chris around and pushed up tight against him. Chris' body tensed. He didn't want to imagine Darren was doing anything, because everything Darren did to him drove him nuts. Zach turned around walking across the room to turn on the music. Darren tightened his grip on Chris pulling him even closer and pressed his lips gently against the bottom of Chris' neck.

Chris' eyes closed shut and Darren lifted his head. Planting another softer kiss above. He held it there. Letting his lips cling to Chris. The music began. Darren Spun Chris around and everything just stopped. Zach didn't exist, the music was silent, the room was blurred and foggy. Chris felt Darren lean closer but his head was blank. All the events that just took place were all mixed up in Chris' head. His breathing became heavy and erratic again and the room started spinning.

Chris lost control and fell to the ground. The world turned black.

Chris wasn't sure where he was. His head was banging and it didn't smell like his room at home. It smelt harsh and clinical. Chris struggled to sit up in his bed. The bed was not his. His legs throbbed and his aching head seemed to be getting worse. The area was too quiet. But Chris recognised the person at the end.

"Darren"

Darren lifted his head and beamed.

"Oh thank god, you up!"

"Where am I? Wha- what hap-"

"Shhh shh shh." Darren held his hand to Chris, now sitting beside him.

"You fell in rehearsal. Me and Zach took you straight here when you wouldn't get up."

Chris was in the on-set sick room. They dealt with minor injuries and said Chris would be fine. Darren still stayed long after Zach left. He felt responsible.

"Chris, I am so sorry"

His eyes spoke only of guilt and shame. He let his body take over and didn't stop to think about what he was doing

"For what?"

"I'm to blame for your fall, I pushed you too far I'm sorry."

Chris listened to Darren's words. He was treating him differently. He had feelings for Chris.

"Do you have feelings for me?" Chris' expression was stern. He hadn't thought out his question, he put it bluntly, needing to know before his mind imploded.

"I. I erm…" Darren was speechless. It was unexpected. He never really thought this topic out. He only acted, purely on how his body felt. It was as if his body was drawn to Chris.

"..I don't know right now." He turned his stare back up to Chris.

"I was acting on impulse. I didn't mean for any of this to happen"

"Kiss me" Chris still had his eyes attached to Darren, who was taken aback by the other boys demand.

The feeling of the room altered as Darren leapt over and clasped his hands around Chris' face, crashing his mouth hard onto Chris' lips. The kiss was long and full of emotion. The hurt, the fear, the joy all rolled into one. Darren pulled back to gasp for air. He sat back down, careful not to lose eye contact with him. He had done it again. Let his body take over. He dropped his head to his hands. Feeling so worthless once more, like he pushed his adoration for Chris too far. Did he make up Chris' command in his head? Was Chris feeling worse than him right now?

He glanced up to see Chris staring up at the ceiling. Taking slow, deep breaths.

Chris sensed eyes on him. "That was nice" He turned his head to Darren and smiled. Darren felt the relief pulse back through him.

"You're a nice person" Darren whispered with a look of delight, look of truth.

He slipped his hands over Chris' holding it there at ease. His thoughts and feeling were up lifted, only bliss remained.