A/N: Now back to our regularly scheduled story, told from Darren's POV. A lot of you asked for a longer chapter, so here is my longest addition yet. This chapter is about 80% pure smut, 15% sappy romance, and 5% comedy, enjoy!

I woke the next morning and inhaled the sweet smell of orchids and coconut milk. As my nostrils filled with the wonderful smell of Chris' shampoo, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and gazed upon the soft pale skin of the naked man lying in my arms.

Even though we were fully clothed when we fell into bed, Chris made me get up about 30 minutes later to take off our costumes. I was annoyed to leave the comfort of Chris' bed, but I knew Ian wouldn't be happy if our prom outfits were wrinkled, and the lovely ladies of wardrobe would have our heads. After carefully placing our clothes on hangers we climbed into bed once more and I relished the full skin to skin contact of our bodies.

I don't think I have ever had a better night's sleep than I did that night with Chris in my arms, let alone in a trailer. I looked over at the alarm clock on the coffee table, and noted the time. 7:56 am. I also noticed the screen of both of our phones next to the clock light up and I quietly slipped out of bed from behind my new love. Looking at our phones, I realized we had both received a text from Ian. I picked up my own phone to read the message.

Since you had an emotionally draining scene last night, take the morning off. We don't really need you on set until the musical numbers at Noon. -Ian

I had never been as excited for a late start as I was in that moment. I switched off the alarm clock before our 8:00 am alarm sounded and crawled into bed with my porcelain skinned beau. With the whole morning in front of us, I had no intentions of letting him sleep. I let my mouth softly graze the supple pink lips of my sleeping angel. He stirred slightly and rolled onto his back. I ran my tongue along the slight space between his lips, down his chin, along his Adam's apple, then tracing the dimple of his sternum. As my tongue neared his belly button, I grasped his hips and slid my hands up his sides. I felt his body shudder from my touch.

Now kneeling between Chris' legs, I had full access to explore his stirring manhood. My hands continued to explore the silky smooth skin of his hairless chest, while I leaned in closer to his rapidly growing cock. My warm breath made his dick jump and I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I extended my tongue once more and gently licked the underside of Chris' penis. Unable to wait any longer, I engulfed his throbbing member fully. The salty sweet taste of Chris' cock filled my mouth as I slurped hungrily.

I heard a soft moan escape his lips, and looked up at him. He began to stir. I sucked harder, faster. His cock filled my mouth even more, now at full size. He lifted his ass off the bed, bucking his hips to meet my awaiting mouth. His arms stretched out as he awoke from his slumber. Chris lifted his head and looked right at me. My lips formed a dick-parted version of a smile when I saw his bright blue eyes looking down at me. "Good morning," he yawned, "what a nice way to wake up, but shouldn't we be getting ready for work."

I let his cock slide free from my mouth and slowly crawled up the length of his slender frame. I stopped to kiss his torso every few inches. "Well," kiss, "Ian texted," kiss, "we," kiss, "have," kiss, "the morning," kiss, "off." At the last word I finally reached his lips, and kissed him deeply, hungrily until we were both out of breath.

Chris broke the kiss, fighting for his breath. "I guess we have some time to kill." With a smirk, he forcefully flipped me onto my back and pinned my shoulders to the mattress. I was even more aroused by this more dominating side of Chris. He planted a quick, forceful kiss on my lips, and then pushed his palm against my sternum to raise himself up onto his knees. His hand remained on my chest, as if to hold me in place. He moved to kneel between my legs and he leaned forward. His face was now inches away from my now throbbing dick. I could feel his breath, and it drove me crazy.

With my torso still pinned to the mattress, I could only dig my heels into the mattress and hump the air in front of Chris' face. He let out a slight chuckle before granting me any satisfaction. He griped the base of my cock with his warm, soft hands and swirled his tongue around the head of my penis. His tongue felt fantastic. Chris' tongue took a detour in its trip around my cock as he ran the tip over my piss-slit. My hands gripped the comforter as my body was flooded with ecstasy. "Fuck!"

Chris looked up at me, but continued to stroke my erection. "You always had such a dirty mouth!" He cracked a smile before wrapping his lips around my dick. Removing his hands from my cock, he allowed them to explore the rest of my body as he took me fully into his mouth. I felt his hands explore the 'v' lines across my hips. My eyes focused on the soft pink lips surrounding my cock as Chris' head bobbed up and down. Then I realized one of his hands had made its way to my nipple, and tweaked it slightly. A moan escaped my lips as I let my head roll back and my eyes flutter shut, lost in the many wondrous sensations.

His hands continued to explore my body. I shuddered as his fingers danced across my skin. His hands were now at my waist as he took me deeper into his mouth. His fingers lead his palms around my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and he gripped my ass lifting me off the bed slightly. His pace quickened and I felt his fingers explore deeper. I finally felt his finger pressing against the pucker of my ass. I let out a groan that transformed into a sentence as I moaned the words, "Fuck me!"

I was shocked to hear the words, but I meant them more than anything. Chris stopped. I lifted my head to see what was wrong. I opened my eyes to see Chris and I were now face to face; He straddled my body, nearly sitting on my stomach. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in closer until our mouths met. Our tongues slipped and slid around each other in our mouths. We rolled onto our sides and just lay there for a moment, foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes. I was lost in the pools of blue, each with a slight tint of brown radiating from the pitch black pupil. A blink broke my concentration as I felt his long eyelashes brush against my own. Chris reached behind him and removed a bottle of lube from the table next to his bed. Kissing him gently I turned over onto my other side and scooted closer to my lover. Chris pulled me into his warm embrace and nibbled on my ear. I felt a slick finger part my ass and flick against my awaiting hole. I turned my head to look at Chris, but before I could even see him fully, I was lost in a passionate kiss.

As he pulled away from the kiss I held his tongue with my lips, eliciting a moan from my man. He whispered in my ear, "Push out, so there is less resistance." It didn't make much sense, but I obliged, and suddenly felt his finger slide into me. I yelped, but I was quickly muffled by Chris' tongue. I was so lost in him that I didn't notice the intrusion of his finger as much. As we continued passionately tongue wrestling, Chris kept working my asshole with his finger, gradually adding a second and third finger. Then the discomfort I felt from his fingers was overcome by an instant pleasure as his fingers found a sensitive spot. My dick sprung to attention as he fingered my prostate.

All the pain and discomfort was replaced with rapturous ecstasy, and I couldn't believe the sensations that flowed through my entire body. I moaned in rhythm with his fingers "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Suddenly I felt empty; Chris' fingers were no longer inside of me. He took his other hand and pulled my body closer to his, resting his arm across my chest. I kissed his forearm and held on to his hand as I began grinding my ass against him. Chris had lubed up his cock, I could tell because it was now sliding between my ass cheeks matching my thrusts. He pulled his hips momentarily away from me and positioned his dick at my hole.

As the tip of his cock eased open my sphincter, I pushed out as instructed earlier. There was a slight pain as my body tried to accommodate Chris' intrusion, lessened by the fact he had stretched me out with his fingers. I looked over my shoulder to see his beautiful face. He was looking down concentrating on my ass. I rotated my head and shoulders further, leaving my lower body in the same position, and placed my arm under Chris' neck. He looked up into my eyes and I was overcome by the urge to kiss his gorgeous face. I eagerly planted a kiss directly on his lips and we were once again absorbed in each other. I felt both of Chris' hands explore my torso and hold me closer. I think he forgot about his cock buried half way into my ass, so I wiggled my ass back further onto his cock to remind him. The pace of our kiss quickened, and we ravished each other's bodies as Chris continued to slowly thrust into me.

When I felt Chris' body tight against mine, I knew he was inside me fully. I broke our kiss for only a moment to release a sigh before diving right back into to his luscious lips. I was lost in his warm embrace, the incredible full feeling of him inside me, and his sweet, tender kisses. I don't think either of us wanted to move, everything felt perfect. Then Chris began to gyrate his hips. I gasped at the introduction of this new sensation. His hips were moving in rhythm with the give and take of our tongues and lips, and his cock was sliding back and forth against my prostate in the same tempo. This was pure bliss; I had never felt such an intense sensation in my life. My dick was harder than it ever had been. Chris knew the effect he was having on me and began to increase the length of his strokes, pulling out further before thrusting his member balls deep. He grabbed a hold of my dick and began stroking it in time with his thrusts. I had to break our kiss as a series of gasps and moans and "fucks" spewed forth from my lips.

I was getting dangerously close to an explosive orgasm, but Chris just stopped moving, his hand around the base of my cock, and his dick only partially inside me. My body was frantic for release. I began to whimper, but he just smirked and stayed completely still. Unable to take it anymore I began humping his immobile hand, and consequentially thrusting myself onto his awaiting cock. This is exactly what Chris wanted; he was an evil sex genius. I was lost in the ecstasy of his body holding me, stroking me and filling me up. With one last thrust into his hand, my dick erupted. Cum flew everywhere shooting farther that I had ever seen, propelled by the astounding force of my powerful orgasm. I felt my asshole contracting in time with my orgasm around Chris' cock.

Now he was whimpering. With my orgasm, I had stopped thrusting onto his cock, and now he was begging for release. To give him a taste of his own medicine I just lay there letting the second and third waves of pleasure wash over me. Chris was desperate for satisfaction so he thrust fully into me, intensifying my continued orgasm causing my sphincter to tighten around his cock. The constricting pulse around his dick sent Chris over the edge and I felt his warm cum filling my bowels. My orgasm finally subsided, but Chris' was just beginning. My body completely relaxed and I melted into the body heat radiating behind me. Chris continued to erupt deep inside of me, and the warm sensation was strangely comforting.

We lay there intertwined for several minutes, panting to catch our breath. Our cocks began to deflate, and the full feeling of Chris inside of me slowly dissolved into emptiness. The room also began to feel chilled as my body temperature returned to normal. Desperate for warmth and fulfillment, I rolled onto my other side, and pulled Chris into a warm embrace. I lay there for what felt like an eternity, enveloped by Chris' body heat.

My stomach grumbled, begging for food, and I looked over at the alarm clock. It was almost ten. I was stunned at how quickly two hours had passed. Snapping out of my sex induced haze, I released my hold around the perfection in my arms. Chris groaned in protest of our separation, curling into the fetal position while I sat up. I looked down at the shivering ball of flawless pale skin, and said "That was the most intense thing I ever experienced. I just… how did…I mean, you knew exactly what to do at exactly the right time." I had a sudden realization that our first time had been much different. I had needed him so badly, there had been no foreplay, and I was rough with raw desperation. This second time was so much different, better. "I'm so sorry I wasn't as good for you our first time."

Chris curled out of his ball, and looked up at me with a slight sense of hurt in his eyes. "Our first time was great; I loved every second of it. It was raw, animalistic, and completely driven by our frantic need for each other that had been building for months. This morning was more about our comfort with one another. It was gentle and loving. It was a huge gesture for you to trust me fully with your body, and to surrender yourself completely. So don't apologize, because I have loved every minute of being with you."

"I love it too. I was just worried I might have hurt you. You were so gentile with me." I paused to think of what to say next, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being patient with me and for the best sex I've ever had."

Chris threw a pillow directly at my face. "Stop being so corny!"

"I can't help it!" I stuck my tongue out at him. My stomach grumbled again, "Let's get cleaned up then something to eat. I'm starving and covered in sweat and cum."

I emerged from the bathroom after a much needed shower. Chris had stripped the bed while I bathed and put the sheets into a laundry bag. When he saw me He went straight for the bathroom. He planted a quick peck on my lips as he passed me and shouted over his shoulder as he entered the bathroom, "Clean sheets are on the table, make the bed while I shower real quick."

I grabbed the sheets and began to make the bed. As I bent down to pull the fitted sheet around the mattress, I felt a slight twang of pain. Even though Chris was extremely gentle with me, I was a little sore. Not sore enough to walk funny, but I could definitely feel it. I decided to take my time, and not make any sudden movements. I guess I really took my time, because I heard Chris turn off the shower just as I placed the last pillow on the bed.

There was a knock at the door.

I wasn't sure what to do since our relationship wasn't public, but I was naked in Chris' trailer and Chris was still in the bathroom. "Darren, I know you're in there just open up for a second." The sound of Ashley's voice was a huge relief.

I cracked the door open slightly, peeking my head through the crack, and asked, "What's up?"

"I brought you pastries and Dole apple juice." I guess she saw me crinkle my nose, because she quickly added, "just kidding it's Minute Made. Tell my lover he owes me coffee." With that she handed me a brown paper bag and sauntered off back toward the set.

I greedily tore open the bag and started to woof down an apple turnover. Doing a little dance around the trailer with the bag of baked goods, I lost my balance and fell over the arm of the sofa. As the soft cushions enveloped my body, protecting me from a nasty fall, I felt something hard in the small of my back. I righted myself to sit properly on the couch and reached behind me to find a notebook.

Chris had apparently entered the room in time to see me trip over the couch, because he was now laughing at me. "I guess I shouldn't leave my journal lying around… I see Ashley brought the food."

I took another large bite of my breakfast and smugly replied through a mouth full of food, "Delicious!" I swallowed before adding, "Ashley says you owe her coffee, but don't try to change the subject. What's with the journal?"

"It's nothing, just some poems and notes. Do you want to read something?"

"I don't want to read it if you don't want me to."

"It's fine, you can read the last entry considering its about you." Chris walked over and sat next to me on the couch and grabbed a blueberry scone out of the bag while I flipped to the last page eagerly to find out what he had written about me.

I knew you were different the moment I saw you. I'm not sure how, I was just drawn towards you. I knew we would one day be close, but I really had no idea it would be like this. It felt like a whirlwind, a friendship so new, things happened so fast. I came to know you more than I know some of my oldest friends, yet at the same time not knowing you at all. It was like a gravitational pull. I didn't understand it, I didn't want it, it just happened, and as a result I am the happiest I have been in a long time and inversely the most depressed.

We are closer than ever, but I also feel as if we have never been farther apart. I have learned more about myself in this endeavor than I have in years, and I have you to thank. I am slowly discovering who I am, and I believe it would be a much slower exploration without you. You are truly one of my closest friends and I don't even know how to show you. The way I feel about you seems impossible to describe, and I won't even attempt to try. I know you consider me a friend, but what hurts the most is that I know I will never be the same to you as you are to me.

I couldn't believe what I was reading, "When did you write this?"

"Last week." Chris sighed, "I wasn't planning on ever showing it to you, but that was before everything happened between us. I was falling more in love with you and I believed it was a hopeless, unrequited love." He sort of looked at his scone as if to avoid looking at me.

I leaned on him, resting my head on his shoulder, and told him, "Thank you for sharing. It was really beautiful. I wish I could reciprocate, but I don't have anything prepared. I will just promise to write a song for you on my next album."

"Oh stop, it was just a silly diary entry." He started to blush.

I adjusted in my seat so that I was on my back with my head in Chris' lap and my legs hanging over the arm of the chair. "Nonsense, it was great. You are so good with writing, I was always better with music." If I couldn't sing a song I wrote about him, I would just have to find one that felt right at this moment. I looked up at his flawless face and sang from my heart (and my diaphragm).

"Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

"If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?

"Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden
that's bursting into life

"All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes,
they're all I can see"

Chris just kind of chuckled, "You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but I'm your dork."

A/N: I hope you liked the new installment of the story. Again, please rate and review. Next Chapter will hopefully be out in a week or so.

Lyrics are from Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

P.S. I'm running out of synonyms for penis that don't sound extremely hokey, so include suggestions in the reviews.