Your mind was foggy from alcohol and pure need and you couldn't tell if the haze in your vision was from pure lust or from the dry ice smoke seeping through the floor.
Chris was currently sucking a harsh bruise into your neck, your hands fisted tightly in his clothes. The erection straining against your zipper was so, so painful and you wanted to cry out desperately for release.
You had never felt so horny in your life, and in such this way. There was nothing that would soothe your pain, except for fucking Chris senseless. You needed to do it now, or you would most certainly die. You wanted to growl hungrily because of the flood of pure masculine hormones flooding your veins. You wanted to make Chris just takeit.
It was agony, knowing how far away Darren's bed was, or even the limo for that matter, and you were never one for exhibitionism. As much as you would have not minded to just rip Chris' clothes off right then and there and fuck him on the dance floor, the small rational part of your brain reminded you that the others probably wouldn't appreciate that.
The music was still exceedingly loud, too loud and you were starting to get a bit lightheaded from the lack of blood flow to your brain.
"Darren, I want you to fucking make me scream," Chris whispers hotly in your ear. You groan out loud and shove your hips tighter together, in desperate need of more friction.
You felt a brisk tap on your shoulder. "C'mon Dare. Dude. Get a fucking room, people are staring," Brolden yelled just loud enough over the beat for you to hear.
"So," you snap irritably, because he was totally ruining your buzz.
"This may just be the tequila talking, but you two are making even me horny, and probably others around us, so do us all a favor and just get it over with."
Chris grabbed your face and kissed you ravenously for a few seconds before backing up slightly and stared blazingly into your eyes.
"He's right; I can't wait another fucking second." And with that, Chris whips around and yanks you with him.
The sweat and heat of his body is too far away, you needed him close, and so you whined out loud, unthinkingly palming your erection.
Chris whipped his head in every which way, finding anywhere to go. A dark corner, a quiet hallway... A bathroom?
Chris hauled you through the door and ran straight for a stall and locked it. You two heard someone come in and start pissing in one of the urinals, but you guys really did not care.
You shoved Chris against the stall door and attacked his mouth with all that was in you. Chris whined as you swiped your tongue urgently against his lips, displaying your need for dominance this time around.
Chris let you, so he quickly made with your pants and shoved them down to your knee, and started jerking your cock roughly.
Ohfuckingsweethell,sweetrelease.
"Please," you begged, and nipped on his bottom lip before you started scraping your teeth down his gorgeous muscular, pale neck.
"I've got you baby," Chris said breathlessly, and sunk down on his knees onto the filthy floor.
He wasted no time sinking his mouth all the way down your length, and sucking back up, coating your dick with a copious amount of saliva.
When you felt your sensitive tip brush the back of his throat you threw your head back and groaned, fisting his thick hair and pulling.
Chris pulled off with an obscene pop, hopping up and frantically to unbutton his tight jeans. "Hold on.. hold on, gotcha," he muttered, voice distressed. He shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles and then turned around bracing against the door.
Your mouth hung open, because you never before seen anything more glorious. Chris always keeps on-upping himself. The swell of his ass was a perfect round, and he was putting it out on display just for you. You let your eyes travel down his muscular thighs and you moaned loudly.
This couldn't be real. Hecouldn'tbereal.
You grasped the backs of his thighs and squeezed. They were solid and so delectable. You groaned deeply, hardly believing your good fortune.
"Guh. Fuck. Chris you don't even know how fucking hot you are," You lean your forehead and nuzzle his hair, breathing harshly. "I'm seriously the luckiest person in the whole fucking world right now."
Chris shoved his ass higher up, presenting its glory like you didn't already know.
"Then fucking show me how hot I am," he panted. "Now."
You nod to yourself, stroking the skin on his lower back, and then allowing your fingers to glide between his cheeks all the way to his asshole. As desperate as you were, you didn't want to hurt him, so he needed to be prepared at least a bit. What caught you off guard was that you felt moisture there. Curious, you dipped your middle finger through the tight ring muscles. Wait. Chris was already stretched quite a lot.
"Wha-?"
"I already prepared myself," Chris moaned quietly, pushing down on the finger inside him; his voice was barely above a whisper. "I know you're a sucker for good make-up sex."
You stand there in shock, feeling the waves of realization of what was happening. You were about to fuck Chris Colfer. As a man. And you needed to be good.
Chris whined impatiently. "For God's sake, Darren!" And with that he grabbed your hips and shoved himself backward.
You gasp because the head of your dick breached his ass, and it was the most amazing, unusual experience of your life. You slid in slowly until you were fully sheathed, enjoying each spark of pleasure along your length. It was absolutely sensational.
"Oh my god, I can't-" ThisisbetterthanIeverimagined.
"C'mon, Darren," Chris growled, frustrated. "Fuck me now!"
You pull your hips back again and snap forward roughly. Although the motion was completely foreign to your brain, in this body it felt completely natural.
You picked up a relentless pace, hammering into Chris' tight hot hole. The door creaked every time you slammed forward, and Chris was moaning like a whore. The sound made you want to orgasm a million times over. This was almost way too much for you to handle.
You tightened your hands on his narrow waist and changed the angle slightly.
"Oh, fuckyesrightthere," Chris screamed. "Please don't stop!"
You felt the underside of your cock brush a tiny ball of nerves you assumed to be Chris' prostate. You had just hit gold.
The only sounds after that were yours and Chris' shouts of pleasure, and the delightful smack of the skin on skin contact. You started to feel the buildup of heat in the pit of your abdomen, so you knew you were close.
"Almost... there," Chris whined, and that sent you over the brink. Your hips stuttered frantically as you felt yourself release inside Chris. With each convulsion you felt the slickness of you come, and that alone made you black out for a few seconds.
It was the most immense pleasure. Even as a girl, orgasming many times a row would never add up to this.
Just as you can down from your high, you saw Chris panting heavily against the door, his hand loose around his limp cock. He just came all over the door. You slip out of him, and grabbed some toilet paper to generously clean you and Chris off.
With slow movements Chris turned around, struggling to pull up his pants as you did the same.
Once finished, he leaned against you, sighing heavily. "Thank you."
"No, thankyou." You wrap your arms around him. "Man, I think I'm too tired to dance now."
You both chuckle until you hear a sinister voice say.
"Well sounds like somebody had fun in there."
The cab ride to Heather's hotel room was quick, because Darren was distracted by her caressing hand on his thigh.
Before they left the club, he downed a few shots to loosen up; because he knew if he was completely coherent the guilt about cheating on Chris would eat him alive.
She calmly took his hand and led him to her room. Once the door was closed behind her, she dimmed the lights and sat him on the edge of the mattress.
"You seem nervous," she commented, rubbing the tops of his thighs soothingly. "You've never been with a girl before have you?"
Darren thought briefly 'Idon'tthinkshehas' before he shook his head, not trusting his voice.
"Well don't worry, babe," she whispered. "I'm going to take good care of you."
She gently leaned him back and started kissing him slowly. Her lips were soft and comforting against his. Her hands gently made their way up his navel until she cupped a breast.
Darren exhaled at the sensation. She broke the kiss to run her tongue along his exposed stomach before looking up with her smoky eyes.
"Can I take your shirt off?" she asked hesitantly. Darren swallowed thickly and nodded.
Darren loosened the corseted ties in the back, and Heather slipped it off, eyeing the female form in front of her hungrily. Darren had the decency to blush when he looked down. It still was so surreal, like a really vivid dream.
Darren lay back down and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths through his nose to calm down. He felt Heather unbutton his jeans to reveal the pink lacy panties he put on earlier for enjoyment.
He felt her hot breath ghosting over him, causing him to shiver.
"Just do it," he grinded out.
Heather complied by pulling his jeans all the way off. She instantly put a finger within the slick folds.
"Ah, I see you're ready for me," she growled.
And without any warning she flicked her tongue out against him, causing Darren to clench the duvet and moan embarrassingly loud.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she hummed before continuing the task at hand. Quickly, Darren felt something build rapidly in his abdomen and spike. His stomach muscles clenched with each convulsion.
Once he came down and was panting, he realized he just had his first female orgasm. And the most amazing part about it was that he still craved more. He felt like he could do this for hours and never get tired.
"Wow," he said breathlessly.
Heather chuckled, pleased with herself. "Wow, you went really fast."
"Well, clearly you're just really good at that," Darren complimented.
He looked up in time to see Heather strip naked. She had the most amazing body he had ever seen on a woman. Her strong legs and toned stomach were his favorite parts that he looked forward to licking as soon as possible.
With a devilish grin, she straddled his lap. He grabbed her waist tightly when she expertly rolled her hips down, and he felt her moisture upon him.
He groaned outloud, "Fuck."
However before Darren could enjoy the evening further, or return the favor to Heather, his phone went off shrilly.
It was Julia's ringtone, and she was never one to call unless there was something important.
Darren reached for the phone and answered it.
"Speak, I'm kinda busy," he answered.
Julia sounded frantic, saying the name of the Starkid whose body he was currently occupying.
"Calm down, what is it?" something in his gut tightened with worry.
"It's Darren," she heaved, voice flooded with panic. "And Chris, they've got into some trouble."