It's been a while since I've uploaded, I'm incredibly sorry I hope this makes up for it! It was fun to write :DDD
Darren was at home. It's been a week since Chris' incident and Chris hadn't spoken about the result that it led onto after. Darren suspected that Chris was avoiding him. He was curled up on the sofa watching old repeats of Glee. A younger Chris was being pushed around by Karofsky.
Kurt hit the front of the lockers. He reacted only with misery to the harsh words spat at him. He slid down until he was pressed against the cold floor. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them tightly. Kurt's eyes were welling up with the fear of telling anybody.
Darren just wanted to jump through the screen and give him a big hug. He struggled to watch Chris suffer, even though it wasn't Chris. He was tearing up just by seeing it.
"It's ok, He's happy with Blaine now. Blaine makes him happy." Darren closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He brought his hand up to his eyes wiping away his pathetic response. He felt really silly acting this way, but he just had so many feelings.
He watched Kurt's bravery and it made him think about Chris. He'd said once in an interview that he had been that kid. He'd been pushed around, bullied and called names and he just stuck with it. I bet he never even had someone like Blaine to help him through. Darren never thought he could do what Chris did. He felt he had life too easy and it wasn't fair. Tears started pouring down his cheeks again and he wailed with sadness.
The buzzer went off and it shook Darren out of his distress. Grabbing the remote, he switched the TV off and jogged towards the door. He placed his hand on the handle. Breathing in through his nose and back out again slowly. He pulled the door open.
"Hey Hobbit!"
Darren fell to his knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. The intruders face dropped.
"Oh my go-, are you alright? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call you that, I was just- Whoa!, What's up?"
Chris lent down grabbing Darren's arms and pulled him to his feet. He walked him back little by little and shut the door behind him.
Darren howled and threw his arms around Chris. Shaking through his moans. Chris was completely overwhelmed by what was going on. He brought his hands up to Darren's back, stroking gently. Cooing him, trying his hardest to be comforting through all the confusion. Darren became quieter but he was still crying. Nuzzling his head closer into the crook of Chris' neck. The strong smell of alcohol then became apparent to Chris. Darren was drunk. A sigh of relief ran through him. He pulled Darren away, who reluctantly followed. His face was now red and stained with tears, he trembled before of him.
"Ok, come on Dare'. Sit down" Chris hands were on Darren's shoulders, pushing him towards the seat. Darren sat down and gazed up at Chris
"You sit down too." Darren was pulling the puppy dog face he used when he wanted something bad. Chris complied. Sitting down, Darren shuffled up and rested his head on Chris' chest.
"Ok, so why are you so sad?" Chris drew circles with his fingers on the side of Darren's face.
"I, I saw how hurt you were, Kurt" Chris cocked an eyebrow, but let him continue.
"He was being a dick to you and I wasn't there to help!" He collapsed into another outbreak of whines and shed tears.
Chris awkwardly patted him on the back. "Aw, no Dare. Don't say that… I am, Well Kurt is fine now. There's no need to be so upset." He lifted Darren's chin and gazed into his eyes. "Blaine gave him courage." He congratulated himself on the clever quote but noticed Darren's eyes still fixed on him.
Darren slipped around, so his chest was facing Chris'. He pushed up so their faces were parallel. Chris' palms became hot and sweaty as he gulped. Darren had his hips pressed up close, tooclose? Chris wasn't quite sure whether he felt comfortable with the lack of personal space, he let Darren rub closer. Making Chris squeal. He wasn't unhappy, he was yelping with pleasure. Nobody has touched him like this for a long time. As much as he craved this sudden attention, he felt guilty. Darren was inebriated and if he took advantage of that, it might count as harassment.
"I um. D-Darren, you're dru-" His stuttering was interrupted by Darren's finger, now resting on his lips. Chris' eyes grew wider as Darren lent closer, taking Chris' mouth into his own. The kiss was sloppy and had too much teeth, but it didn't make a difference, Chris didn't pull away. Instead he pulled Darren closer, grinding into him with force and the hunger for more. They pulled apart for air, but Darren continued to kiss down his neck. Wasthisreallyhappening?
Chris let out a muffled moan, Darren acting like this felt so good. But he was taking advantage of his intoxicated state. Darren would probably regret this is the morning and he didn't want the interaction between them to be any more uncomfortable. He stroked his hands up the length of his body, making Darren quiver with arousal.
"Oh Chris, I want you so Bad!" Darren leant into Chris again, needy for another kiss, but Chris Pushed his shoulders back.
"No, no! Darren I can't do this" Darren's bottom lip stuck out. Pulling his Puppy dog eyes yet again.
"No Dare, I'm sorry! You've been drinking its not fair" Darren tilted his head.
"Aw, stop!" Darren made a young whimper, now nudging the side of Chris' jaw with his nose. Chris giggled and tipped his mouth across for another, slow moving kiss. Darren bit down on Chris' bottom lip, keeping a gentle grip as he pulled away.
"Ok lets go to bed" Chris sat up, pulling the dark haired boy with him. His heart had slowed down but the longing for more continued. Now they both lay beside each other, entangled in the arms of the other. After hours of contemplation and slow breathing, Chris was calm enough to sleep, joining Darren.
Morning came. Quiet rain drops hit against the window. Chris woke first but just laid there, listening to the rain beat. He was carried away with thoughts of Darren. His hair, his hands, his lips, his laugh, his voice and touch. Everything Darren did drove Chris insane. At that moment Darren Rolled across, draping his arm over the chest of another boy. Feeling the other body was unexpected by Darren. He jumped silently, his eyes shot opened to see Chris gazing out the window.
Chris faced a hungover Darren, who slipped his hand away discreetly.
"Is everything alright there?" Chris' face grew into a smile. Darren just nodded, trying to hide his partial arousal.
"-Uh yeah" He coughed out. "I just, uh what time is it?"
Chris slapped his hand round on to his phone, sliding the screen to unlock.
"It's 8:02" Darren just grumbled. He brought his hands to his eyes, rubbing leisurely in attempt to wake up.
No memories of the previous evening had found there way into Darren's head yet. He wasn't sure what Chris was doing in his bed, and what they got up to either. Chris could read Darren's face like a book. The way he was staring perplexed seemed to give it away
"Don't worry, we didn't do anything last night. I decided sleep was a better idea"
Darren had snapped into reality again, reassured. Chris took a breath, sitting up and rubbing his hands together.
"Let your head rest, I'm making breakfast." He leaned over and kissed Darren kindly on the forehead. Jumping up to grab his jeans and scoot out the room. Darren was dazed whatonearthhappenedlastnight?
Chris was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a cup of coffee in his hands as Darren shuffled in. He had a splitting head ache. Darren Sat opposite chris. Chris motioned him over to the mug and plate of toast on the table.
"I knew you wouldn't be feeling to great, you were completely out of it last night!"
Darren's cheeks flushed red.
"Oh lord, was I that bad?" He sat down, grabbing one of the slices.
"Oh, you were.. interesting" Chris laughed and took another sip of his drink
"What exactly- did I do-" Darren said between bites "I mean, I don't even remember drinking very much, but that's never a good sign" He licked the butter off his finger tips
Chris giggled, preoccupied by the view Darren tracing his hands "You were upset" he said before another sip.
Darren was giving Chris a look of apology and pure embarrisment. "No. That's, wow, that's embarrising" he picked up his drink and blew carefully before taking a short taste. Chris was distracted by his pursed lips.
"-and then you kissed me" The words just flew out of Chris mouth without realisation
Darren choked on his drink. Steering clear of Chris' gaze, he just faced his knees with shut eyes. Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnit!
"-It was nice" Darren couldn't stop his head from shooting back up. He thought he'd messed up, but that accusation was far from the truth.