They sit outside of a small cafe, cups of the best coffee they've both ever drank and chocolate filled croissants in front of them. Darren has an arm draped around Chris' shoulders as he rests his head on his shoulder, the Eiffel Tower in their view, lightened up and looking beautiful in the night.
"I love it here," Chris whispers into his ear.
"Yeah, me too," Darren replies, turning his head to look at Chris.
He always thought it was cliché for people in love to visit the city known for it, but as he sits with Chris' next to him by a Paris sidewalk he finally gets all the hype.
Paris is amazing on its own-based off the two days he's been there so far-but, Paris while in love is phenomenal. The city seems to make Chris and him the happiest they've been since being together.
The lights at night seem to shine brighter (as if just for them and nobody else.)
They've been in Paris for only two days, but Chris says on the morning of the third day he wants to spend the rest of the week a few hours outside of Paris in a village. So by that night they walk into a small bedroom of a hotel. It's big enough for them, but smaller than any of the other rooms they've stayed in.
Dropping their luggage on the floor once inside, Darren takes Chris in his arms and kisses him as he spins around. Feeling Chris smile against his lips, he stops and sets him down, seeing him look completely happy.
"I'm gonna shower and change."
"Okay," Chris replies, kissing him one more time before he grabs his bag and walks to the small bathroom.
Quickly showering and digging through his bag for pajamas, thinking he should be like Chris and organize his bags better. Stepping out of the bathroom, he finds Chris sitting on the middle of the bed lost in his thoughts.
"Bathroom is free," he says, pulling Chris from his thoughts. "Sorry if I scared you."
"It's fine. I was just going over something." Chris stands and grabs some clothes and his travel bag right before going into the bathroom.
Darren decides to spend a few minutes organizing what little he can of his crazy luggage. Giving up, he goes to the window and looks at the view.
Standing in front of the double doors that show a view of the beautiful countryside for a couple minutes, Darren smiles when Chris comes up behind him. Covering the arms he wraps around his waist, he lies his head back on his shoulder.
"It's a gorgeous view," he says as he looks to Chris.
"It is." Darren moans when Chris kisses him, parting his lips and letting him slip his tongue inside.
Grabbing Chris' hair behind him and deepening the kiss, Darren groans when he grabs his hips. He feels hands roam under his shirt and over heated skin, making him forget everything that isn't Chris in that moment.
Turning around, he captures Chris' mouth in a hungry kiss, pouring all the passion and want he feels into it. Slipping his hand under Chris' shirt, he hears him gasp when he slides his hand up and teases one of his nipples with his thumb. Feeling it harden to a tight nub, he moves his hand away and to Chris' lower back. Laughing when Chris pushes his hips forward, Darren indulges him by pushing his hips forward the slightest.
"Ple-please...Darren," Chris whines as he drops his head back.
"What do you want, Chris?" he asks as he kisses at Chris' long, pale neck.
He doesn't want to rush anything, but if this is something Chris wants, he needs to hear him ask. He needs to know that Chris wants this as much as him.
For the past few days a need, a want, has been building between them and he knows neither of them are no longer able to ignore what's there. He's surprised they've even managed to go this long these past few days without jumping each other like they want to.
"You," Chris replies, pressing even impossibly closer to him. "I want you inside me."
Darren's answer is to cup the side of Chris' face and gently kiss him. As he kisses him, he drops his hands to grab Chris' shirt. Pulling it over his head and dropping it, he lets Chris do the same for him. Taking his hand, he walks the few steps to the bed and moves to sit against the headboard, Chris climbing into his lap. He sees Chris' cheeks flushed red and him chewing on his bottom lip in nervousness.
"Chris, we don't have to do this right now."
Chris sits back on his thighs, looking down and playing with the waistband of his own pajama pants. "I want this, though," he admits, looking up at him through his eyelashes, cheeks getting redder by the second. "I've waited twenty years so I can do this with someone I love. I think you fill that requirement pretty well."
"Is that so?" Darren teases, stopping Chris' nervous habit he's doing at the moment of chewing on his bottom lip. "Seriously, though" he smiles at Chris, stroking his thumb over his cheek, "how is it you've yet to meet someone before me?"
"You don't know where I live." Chris sarcastically remarks, rolling his eyes some. "There was one person that came close, but he...it wasn't meant to be."
"Why not?"
"He dumped me after what happened—you know the thing that I don't want to talk about?" Chris gets a far off look in his eyes as if reliving a memory. "Anyways," he turns his gaze back to Darren and smiles. "I think it helped in the end, because I don't think I loved him; I think I cared deeply for him."
"How can you be sure about this, then?" Darren asks, not wanting to do something with Chris he'll regret tomorrow.
"Because...I love you," Chris says with nothing but honesty. "I truly," he kisses his neck, "madly," a kiss to his right cheek, "deeply," another kiss to his left cheek, "love you." He finishes by finally kissing him on his lips.
"I'll have you know I'm fighting from singing that song right now," Darren says as Chris kisses him again.
As he kisses him, Chris begins to hum the song against his lips, making Darren laugh and grab around his waist and roll them over.
Lying on top of Chris, Darren moans when Chris spreads his legs, making it easier for their hips to align and for them to begin to rock against each other. They go at a slow pace until it all builds and Chris lifts his hips one final time and comes. Darren follows soon after that, thrusting his hips down a few more times before coming in his pants.
"We sh-should probably take the rest of our clothes off." Chris suggests after they've spent a few minutes lying there catching their breath and kissing.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you just want to see me naked." Darren jokes, sitting back on his calves and toying with the waistband of Chris' pants. Pulling them down when he lifts his hips, Darren sees him close his eyes when they are fully off and he lies there naked. Skimming the pads of his fingers over Chris' soft flesh, and over a bruise right below his ribcage he wonders how he got, he feels Chris shiver beneath him. "You are gorgeous," Darren whispers, finally seeing Chris open his eyes and smile at him.
"Can you…I think it's only fair if you join me."
Darren lets Chris slip his fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull them down, along with his underwear. Helping him to pull them all the way off, he lets Chris look at him before lowering himself down between his legs.
They slowly begin to move their hips, taking in the feel of so much skin-on-skin contact; the feel of bodies pressed close together. Doing that until Chris tells him he to stop, he looks at him and sees his cheeks flushed red.
"I would really like to come with you inside me," Chris tells him.
"Um, Chris, I don't have any supplies," Darren says after realizing he didn't even pack any of that stuff.
"What!" Chris feigns being shocked.
Darren chuckles as he explains by saying, "It's not like I planned to meet anyone on this trip."
Chris begins to laugh and tells him, "It's okay, I know. That's why I bought some earlier." He grins up at Darren, stroking his thumb over his cheek. "I'll have you know it's just as embarrassing to buy in a different country as it is to buy at home."
Sure enough, in the travel bag on the nightstand are a new bottle of lube and condoms. Darren doesn't hold back the laugh as he grabs the stuff and sits back on the bed. Tearing off a condom and setting it on the bed beside him, he looks to Chris, who's just lies there staring up at him with trusting eyes. "How do you want to do-"
"I want to see you." Chris interrupts him, placing the bottle of lube into his hand.
Darren nods his head, popping the cap and squeezing some onto his fingers; he leans down and places a kiss over Chris' heart and up to his mouth, distracting him long enough to slide his first finger in. Chris gasps into his mouth at the feeling, and accidentally biting down on Darren's bottom lip. "S-sorry."
"It's okay." He moves his finger around enough to get Chris used to it.
Pulling back and pushing in with two, Darren can feel just how tight Chris is, and can't help but think about how he will feel around his cock. Soon, he feels Chris' muscles begin to relax around his fingers. By the time he pushes in with three fingers, Chris is slowly working his hips down on them. He stretches him, crooking his fingers on the next drag out and brushing over Chris' prostate, making him release a loud moan.
"Now...I'm ready."
Pulling his fingers out and hearing Chris whine at the loss, Darren reaches for the condom on the bed-side table. Tearing the foil open, and rolling the condom on, and using the extra lube on his hand to coat himself, Darren positions himself between Chris' legs.
"Ready?" He asks, seeing Chris nod his head and bite his lower lip. "Hey, it'll be okay, I promise. And you can stop at any time, alright?"
"Alright."
Lifting Chris' leg a bit higher, he begins to slowly push into him, feeling one of Chris' hands grip his arm and squeeze tight.
"Okay?" Darren asks, rubbing his thumb over Chris' hipbone, trying to comfort him.
"Ye-yeah, just go slow."
He finally bottoms out, and drops his head to breathe for a few seconds, kissing at Chris' bare shoulder. He picks his head up and kisses Chris, slipping his tongue past his lips and making him moan when he messages their tongues together.
"You okay," Darren says before kissing him and shifting his hips the smallest; but it's enough to have Chris telling him to move.
Pulling his hips back until he's almost all the way out, he slowly pushes back in as Chris tilts his head back and moans, his fingers digging into his back. Chris lifts his legs and wraps them around his waist, heels of his feet digging into Darren's lower back as he lifts his hips to meet the thrusts of Darren into him.
Soon, it's nothing but bodies sliding together, breathy whimpers and moans, and kisses on lips already swollen. It's perfect in every way.
"Close…I'm close, Dare," Chris whimpers against his lips as he kisses him. "Harder…Go harder."
"Okay," Darren says. He picks up the force of his thrusts into Chris, hearing him moan and feeling him tighten his legs around him as he does that. He can tell Chris is close. So, wrapping a hand around Chris, he strokes him a few times; seeing him bite his lower lip and arch his back, he comes over his hand.
Feeling him clenching around him, Darren thrusts a few more times and comes. He kisses Chris, pulling out and lying atop him, and feels as his body experiences the pleasure coursing through him. Feeling Chris' lungs expand as he catches his breath, Darren lays his head on top his chest and listens to his erratic hear beat beneath his ear. The thump thump thump is calming to him in a way no other noise has never been; it's peaceful and sounds like home.
Fingers stroke through his hair and he nuzzles his nose into the crook of Chris' neck, breathing in the smell of him. "I feel sticky." He hears Chris say after a few minutes.
"I'll get something to clean us up, then," Darren says as he kisses him and climbs out of bed.
"Was this your plan since we got here?" Darren asks as he stares down at Chris, who's lying on his stomach hugging the pillow under his head. The sheet rests low around his hips, making it kind of difficult for Darren to focus on anything other than Chris' body.
He gently runs his fingertips along the knobs of Chris' spine, going down until he reaches the base and going back up again. Repeating the process for awhile, he can see Chris smiling as he does it as he lies with his eyes closed.
Never before has the expanse of creamy, soft skin been so beautiful and tempting than now. Darren wants to keep Chris right here like this for the rest of their lives just so he can touch. He wants to spend forever touching, tasting, and looking upon him. He wants to spend forever doing nothing but this, and knowing it would make him happy if he was able to.
"Truth: I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about." Darren laughs along with Chris as he looks up at him with eyes that never cease to amaze him. "But in all seriousness, I've...I kind of been wanting to do that since London."
"Really? London?" he asks shocked, stopping the movement of his hand and lying it flat on Chris' lower back. He strokes his thumb over the
"Yeah," Chris replies as he turns on his side, making Darren's hand slide and rest on his lower belly. "Since that morning we woke up after sleeping in the same bed for the first time."
"You mean the morning I made a fool of myself?" Darren shakes his head at the memory of that morning. Although embarrassed by his erection, he did love the feel of Chris' warm body pressed so close to his.
"Yeah," Chris says, nodding his head and smiling. "I had never wanted anybody like I wanted you then."
"Not even what's-his-name?" Darren asks rhetorically, rolling his eyes at the dumb guy that left Chris for a the reason Chris has yet to tell him.
"Even what's-his-name," Chris repeats with a grin.
"Is that why you wanted to spend the rest of the week here?"
"I wanted some time with just you. No distractions of people and places to see and noises and any of that stuff. So, I thought some place out of the way would be perfect."
"So...The rest of this week is just going to be spent-"
"In this bed without the outside world to distract us." Chris shyly smiles up at him. Darren loves that he gets shy and embarrassed about wanting spend a few days in bed doing nothing but enjoying the other person. "If you want?" he adds with uncertainty of what Darren is thinking.
Seeing the blush stain his cheeks, Darren kisses his lips and smiles down at him. Pushing his hair back, the locks silky and smooth to the touch, he is amazed at how much he loves the perfect-to him, anyways-man in his arms. "I want," he softly whispers.
They barely leave the room, not surprising considering why they are there.
Knowing they have a little over four days of just them and no other things to consider or worry about, they find themselves more often than not without anything on and in bed. Even when they attempt to dress to go out for a few hours to get some fresh air, all it takes is a touch or a kiss that lingers much longer than need be. Then it's only a few seconds before clothes are frantically pulled at and thoughts of anything besides the other person is gone.
That's how Darren finds himself holding Chris' hips as he slowly rides him.
Slow rocks of his hips down and breathy moans falling from his lips have Darren so on edge already but holding back for as long as he can. He thrust up to meet the roll of Chris' hips down on him, making Chris drop his head back and release a loud moan.
Wrapping his arm around Chris' slim waist, Darren pushes himself up. Maneuvering so it's perfect, he groans when Chris starts lifting and lowering his hips again. Arms drape over his shoulders and wrap around his neck, holding tight as Chris buries his face in the crook of his neck and continues to move.
It seems they stay like that for hours. But it's perfect. It's heat and tightness and closeness and breathless kisses and dragging it out until they can't hold back anymore. It seems to take forever to finally come, but when they do it's together; lasting longer than they imagined. Going through them and wearing them out as they collapse to the bed. It felt more like giving them to each other in a way they had never before.
Darren holds Chris close afterwards and whispers into his ear, "I love you."
Chris looks at him and smiles. "I love you, too," he replies right before kissing him.
Walking along a street a day-a-half later after returning back to Paris, they come to a nearby chocolate shop. The surrounding area of the shop makes the air fill with the sweetness and richness of chocolate. Breathing it in is enough to almost make him taste it on his tongue. Darren can smell the air get stronger with taste of chocolate the closer they get, mouth already watering to have some of it on his tongue and melt.
Stopping in front of the shop window and marveling at the works of art made out of chocolate that sit there on display, he hears Chris gasping in awe next to him.
"Let's go inside."
"Yes," Chris excitedly says bouncing on his feet and smiling big.
Never before has Darren seen so much chocolate in his life the second they step into the store. Shelfs lined along the wall and counters on the floor are filled with all kinds of chocolate treats.
"I'm kind of expecting Willy Wonka to jump out of nowhere and start acting crazy," he says with a chuckle.
"I think I might be in heaven," Chris says in awe, letting go of his hand and going up to a miniature replica of the Eiffel Tower made out of chocolate. "How much trouble do you think I'd get in if I took a bite out of this?"
"I'm not particularly fond of finding out," Darren whispers into his ear as he stands behind him. "Perhaps we should go for something we can actually devour."
"Okay," Chris says, Darren seeing him still eyeing the sculpture.
They end up buying more than they probably should. The half dozen chocolate-covered-strawberries are finished off not even five minutes out of the store. The next thing they start eating are the chocolate kisses.
"How was your kiss?" Darren asks as he eats one of his own.
"Good," Chris smiles, "but yours are more delicious."
Darren laughs into the kiss Chris gives him, moaning when he pushes his tongue past his lips and massages it against his.
He buries his face in the crook of Chris' neck, the smell of green apples still somewhat discernible on his skin as it mixes with sweat and the smell of sex. Climbing out of bed, he goes to the bathroom and cleans himself, wetting a washcloth and walking back to Chris. Gently cleaning his stomach, he throws the cloth in the direction of the dirty clothes, climbs back into bed and snuggles close to Chris.
"What are thinking about?" Darren asks as he circles his finger around one of Chris' nipples.
"Eating that chocolate."
Darren laughs so hard at that that he ends up on his back, crying tears of laughter. Hearing Chris chuckling next to him as well, he turns onto his side. "I love you so much," he says through his laughter, kissing Chris.
"I love you, too," Chris tells him back. "But I really do want some chocolate."
"I'll get it then."
Somehow they end up lying sideways on the bed, legs hanging over the edge as they eat the chocolates they bought from the shop earlier that day. Darren holds a bon bon between his fingers for Chris to take a bite out of it, watching how his lips wrap around the chocolaty treat and feels as his teeth sink in to take a bite. He smiles at the noise of pleasure Chris releases when he chews.
"I love chocolate."
"I can tell," Darren says, eating the other half of the bon bon, loving the rich chocolate taste on his tongue.
"I want to kiss whoever invented the stuff or eternally thank them," Chris says grabbing another bon bon and turning on to his back.
"Well, whoever it was, the French sure found a way to perfect it." Darren crosses his arms and lays his head on his arms, swinging his legs back and forth behind him and watching as Chris sucks the chocolate off his fingertips.
"We should totally buy more of those."
"We'll do that later." Darren sits up and on his calves, grinning down at Chris.
"What's that look?"
"Let's go out tonight," Darren suggests.
"Where?" Chris asks, pushing himself up and planting his hands on the bed behind him and leaning back some.
"There's a popular nightclub not far from here. We could go for a few hours."
"Okay," Chris agrees.
The music is loud in their ears as they dance against one another. Bodies moving together that would be illegal in public if they weren't clothed. Chris is chest-to-chest with him, and is moving his body just perfect against Darren's to the beat of the music. Darren places his hands at Chris' lower back where his shirt rides up just enough for him to feel hot, flushed skin beneath his fingers.
The beat of the music thrumming through his body adds to the feeling of Chris moving against him. Looking up, he sees someone staring intently at Chris as he dances with him and Darren smiles and internally cheers at knowing he doesn't have a chance in hell with him.
The song changes to one he recognizes, and he grinds his hips into Chris' ass, and watches as he throws his head back on his shoulder looking up at him, biting his lower lip.
Tilting his head, he captures Chris' mouth in a hungry kiss, feeling his tongue slip inside his mouth and lick at the back of his teeth. An arm wraps around his neck and soon Chris is deepening the kiss, moaning into his mouth in such a way that should be left for the bedroom.
Soon the erratic beating of his heart in his ears overtakes the music playing throughout the club, and he wants more. Turning Chris to face him, he crashes their mouths back together and places a hand at his lower back; fingers slipping a few inches into the waistband of his jeans, and digging in to the soft flesh beneath them. Chris' answer is to moan again and bite on his bottom lip, pressing his hips closer to his and move against him.
People continue to dance around them as they hungrily kiss; not paying any attention to the couple making out in the middle of the dance floor—as if it's the norm.
Darren finally pulls back to catch his breath, and ease off some; embarrassed of what might happen if they continue at the rate their going with all these people around to see.
"Let's get out of here." Chris says through deep breaths, and Darren seeing his pupils blown wide with need knows what is behind those words; knows this night is far from over.
"Okay," he nods his head and grabs Chris' hand, walking in the direction of the doors.
The whole cab ride they sit on opposite ends of each other, afraid if a single touch will set them off again, and they won't be able to stop-wanting to spare the cab driver that show.
Walking into the hotel and to the elevator, their hands briefly touch and it sends a spark through Darren that adds to the growing need.
Inside the elevator, they stand at opposite ends just looking at the other with want.
All it takes is for Chris to pull his bottom lip in between his teeth and bite it, releasing it a little redder than before, for Darren to move to him and crash their mouths together.
Mouths move together as hands roam over bodies and thighs slide between legs, both feeling how hard the other is through the layers of clothing.
Chris lifts his legs around his waist and thrust his hips forward just enough to send a small spark of pleasure down Darren's spine.
"Wa-want you so bad," Chris says as he continues to kiss him.
Right when Darren is about to say something the elevator dings and the doors open.
Deciding he doesn't want to let Chris go, he grabs under one of his thighs and around his back, and starts to walk to their room. If Darren ever wanted to thank clubs for staying open well into the night, this would be it; he's not sure he wants other people to see what Chris looks like right now, or for others to see them like this.
At their room, he tries swiping the card to no avail multiple times.
"Stupid crap," he curses, hearing Chris laugh as he nuzzles in closer to his neck.
"Let me." Chris whispers, dropping his legs and grabbing the card from Darren. With slightly shaking hands, he swipes the card and unlocks the door.
For as fast as they were going in the club, now it's about taking it slow and enjoying the moment, making sure they feel everything. Hands quickly undo the buttons of shirts and pants, and soon Chris and him are stumbling back on the bed naked.
Paper bag filled with breakfast pastries, Darren walks into the hotel room and almost drops the bag because of the sight in front of him.
On the bed, laying on his stomach with his head turned away from him, Chris sleeps with his arms under his pillow; blankets kicked off him, pooling around ankles, and still completely naked. He doesn't know how long he stands there watching Chris as the morning sun falls across his skin.
Darren knew if he were an artist this would be the image he would want to paint; trying to capture the lines of Chris' body, the color of his flushed skin, and the curve of his ass.
When Darren locks the door, Chris turns his head and smiles at him. "Hey, Darren," he says as if he knows what he was just causing Darren to go through. "Where'd you go?"
"I got brea-breakfast."
He can't take his eyes off Chris as he stands and grabs a robe, covering his pale skin; but before he wears it, Darren sees bruises on his hips and thinks if he was too rough the night before.
Chris ties the belt around his waist and kisses him before grabbing the bag away from him. "You're the best."
"Dare, where are we going?" Chris asks a few days later as he holds Darren's hand and follows him down the sidewalk to somewhere unknown to him.
"You'll see. Trust me."
"I always do," Chris says, squeezing his hand.
They walk for another five minutes until Darren stops them in front of a small bar. "We're here," he tells Chris as he pushes open the door and immediately hears the sound of someone singing mixing with the buzz of everybody else in the bar talking. He looks to Chris to find him gazing around, watching the person on the small stage and realizing where they are.
"Dare, did you drag me to a karaoke bar?" he turns to him and asks.
"You wanted to hear me sing, and I told you I would surprise you."
"How in the world did you find this place?"
"I asked around," Darren responds. "Come on, let's have some fun tonight."
He sings the last line of the song, and Darren winks and smiles at Chris who gives him a standing ovation along with the other patrons of the bar. Walking back to the small table, Darren begins to pull Chris up, "Come on, Chris, your turn now."
"No," Chris says flustered, already feeling nerves overtake him. "I haven't sung in a long time. I couldn't."
"You can." Darren encourages him, pushing a reluctant Chris toward the stage. "Do this and I'll do anything you want. Please." He tries to put on his best puppy dog eyes, grinning when he sees Chris give-in and agree.
He watches as Chris looks through the songs, and finally deciding on one.
Standing on the small stage, Chris nervously grabs the mic and shuffles his feet. "This is for-Well, he knows who he is."
When the music starts playing, Darren doesn't recognize the song, and sees the smile on Chris' lips as he looks to him and begins to sing.
I never felt this way before
I have seen so many islands
I never felt this way before
In this song here I describe him
The chariots rise
Up high in the sky
What grace have I
To fall so in love
What a wonderful dream
It seems to be
'Cause I love him
I took the notes of past excursions
And I read them through once more
Only to find them all diversions
From the one true love in store
The chariots rise
Up high in the sky
What grace have I
To fall so in love
What a wonderful dream
It seems to be
'Cause I love him
As Darren watches Chris sway to the music on stage, he can't get over how amazing he sounds when he sings.
Though I have waited long
And they have all been wrong
Now I find in the end
With him I need not pretend
The chariots
They rise up high in the sky
What grace have I
To fall so in love
What a wonderful dream
It seems to be
'Cause I love him
'Cause I love him
As the song comes to an end, the audience cheers and whistles, and Chris blushes at the accolades and heads back to Darren.
Once he's close enough in front of him to see the colors in his eyes, Darren stands up and pulls him into a passionate kiss. More cheers and applause-along with a few wolf-whistles-ring out through the small bar at the sight.
"I love you so much," Darren whispers into his ear.
He feels Chris hide his face in the side of his neck and giggle.
Sitting back down, Chris sits close enough to Darren to almost sit in his lap, and rests his head on his shoulder.
At the end of their three weeks in Paris, Darren is packing his bag when he realizes he has less than two weeks left with Chris. When he sees him sit down in the middle of the bed crossing his legs, he asks, "What happens in two weeks?"
"What do you mean?" Chris asks, trying to sound like he doesn't understand what Darren is talking about. But, Darren knows he understands what he's asking him by the way he sees his face fall the smallest amount.
"You know what I mean. What happens between us?" Darren says, a hint of frustration seeping into his voice.
Chris just sits there for a few moments looking at him not saying anything. Eventually, he shrugs his shoulders and says, "I don't know."
"What do you mean: you don't know?" Darren climbs on the bed and sits in front of him, reaching for his hands. "We can still see each other back home, right?"
"I don't think so," Chris whispers, dropping his gaze to his lap.
"Are you trying to tell me the next two weeks might be the last I'll have with you?"
"Yes."
"Can I do something to change that?"
Chris looks up to him and smiles, finally saying, "Anything could happen."
Darren leans forward and kisses him. Chris instantly responds back, sliding his tongue past Darren's lips and threading his fingers through his curls. Darren pulls back and rests their foreheads together, breathlessly saying, "You scared me there for a second."
"Sorry," Chris chuckles, giving Darren another quick kiss. "I'm just used to having nothing go my way." He climbs out of bed and says, "I'm going to take a shower, will you take care of dinner?"
"Sure."
As Darren orders room service, he is unaware of Chris sitting on the floor of the shower crying, the sound of the water falling around him drowning it out.
"So, to Spain we go," Darren says the next morning, walking up to the train. "Uh, that's a long train ride."
"You know," Chris smirks at him, and Darren can only wonder what he's going to say next. "I've always wanted to have sex on a train."
Darren can tell he's gaping at him; watches as he walks to the train, swaying his hips in a way that should be illegal, and steps on board.
"Well, are you coming?" Chris yells back at him.
He runs to climb aboard the train, and kisses at the side of Chris' neck, moving to his ear to tell him, "You're bad."
"One of the reasons to love me."
'Yes, that is most definitely a reason to love you.' Darren thinks as they walk toward their compartment.