A/N: I probably should have mentioned that opposed to this being a multi chaptered story, this is more of a verse!~ and that these are more just one-shots all set in the dart!~verse. This one takes place maybe a week or two after the first one. I can't remember if I mentioned that in the story...

Title from the Maroon 5 song.

"Are you freaking serious?"

"Come on, Kurt," Darren said with an exaggerated smile, "you can't tell me you've never seen Harry Potter than do nothing about it."

"You can't invite me to your house," Kurt said darkly, "and expect me to expect you to do nothing about it."

Darren swallowed, a light blush rising in his cheeks. "Not nothing…" he said quietly, "but if I'm going to be your first real boyfriend than I want to do everything with you. Everything."

Kurt raised an eyebrow coyly. "Everything?" he purred.

Darren bit his lip, turning away from his heavy glasz stare, under which Darren knew Kurt could make him do just about anything.

"Shh," he hushed him half-heartedly. "The movie's about to start…"

Kurt smiled smugly, leaning into Darren's open arms and snuggling into his warm embrace. If there was one thing he loved about Darren, it was his cuddles. He should get an award.

Unable to help himself, Kurt trailed his fingers gently up the front of his shirt, biting back a smirk as Darren shivered under him.

"Is something going to happen soon?" Kurt whined impatiently. Darren put a finger to his lips and Kurt had to resist the urge to lick it between his lips, sucking it until he was begging for more, pushing him on his back and straddling him, making quick work of his shirt and trailing kisses across his stomach until-

But he resisted.

"I'm hungry," Darren announced. Kurt pouted as he gently moved him off him so he could get up. "You stay here and watch – I'll be back."

Grimacing, Kurt folded back into the couch, pouting in a way he knew Darren couldn't resist. But then when Darren came back he was grinning his trademark messy smile and Kurt couldn't help but smile with him as he sat down excitedly, producing a jar of some mysterious brown shit.

Kurt wrinkled his nose distastefully. "What is that…?"

"It's nutella," Darren said excitedly. "Like…peanut butter… but it tastes like chocolate."

"Where's the bread then?" Kurt challenged. Darren gave him a wicked grin.

"No silly," he said dotingly, "we use spoons! Hooray for mass consumption!"

Kurt wrinkled his nose as Darren unscrewed the lid, heaping a generous serving of the smooth spread on the spoon.

"Open up baby," Darren cooed.

"I'm not eating that…" Kurt recoiled, although his heart sang at the endearment. It never failed to make his stomach swoop when Darren did things like that. It just came so easy to him. He was uber affectionate – and Kurt loved it.

"Fine," Darren pouted, "more for me."

Kurt's breath hitched slightly as Darren closed his mouth fully around the spoon, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out an obscene moan that went straight to Kurt's increasingly tight pants. He pulled the spoon from his mouth at last with a loud pop, his eyes widening as he opened them.

"Fucking delicious," he groaned. Kurt bit his lip and Darren caught the movement, a smug smile crossing his face. "Now you have to have some," Darren said, mistaking his expression and reaching for the spoon again and heaping more of the spread on, sucking it quickly into his mouth once more.

But as he went to pull it away, Kurt gripped onto the spoon, making Darren pause with wide, surprised eyes. Kurt winked, pulling the spoon away slowly before leaning in and kissing him deeply, instantly licking his way into his mouth, making him moan as he scraped his tongue over the roof of his mouth, licking out all the nutella and pulling away to swallow.

"Delicious," Kurt smirked as Darren's mouth fell open a little helplessly.

"Fuck," he whimpered. Kurt gave him a sweet smile, taking the spoon off him. It was nice; surprisingly creamy and very chocolaty. But he was sure it tasted better off Darren.

"Mmmmmm," Kurt murmured appreciatively as he wrapped his mouth another generous spoonful. He made sure to lick every last bit of chocolate off the silver before spooning out more and offering it to Darren. "Open wide," he cooed.

Darren's lips parted softly and he took the first bit of the nutella into his mouth, massaging it gently on the tip of his tongue.

Kurt licked his lips, all pretence of eating knocked aside as he pushed Darren back against the sofa eagerly, crawling up his legs and straddling his thighs.

"Now I have you where I want you," he smirked, eyes light and playful.

Darren whimpered, his muscles tensing underneath him.

"Relax," Kurt purred, running his hands lightly up and under his t-shirt, "I've got you…"

Darren leant his head back against the couch, his eyes falling shut as he melted under Kurt's touch. He pushed Darren's shirt up for better access, his jeans tightening at the sight of his bare chest, laid out for him.

In the past few weeks they had had together, they had hardly had any time to be alone, and the few chances they had had been short. They hadn't had time to really explore each other and Kurt was aching to know him. He wanted to know his every line, map out his muscles, trace his tongue along his skin, learn how to make him shiver, how to make him scream.

But with Darren stretched out beneath him, his eyes closed peacefully shut, his lips just parted, a perfect pink; Kurt knew he wouldn't be able to prolong this…

In a second, Kurt swooped down, taking Darren's bottom lip between his and sucking it hard, making him moan around him. He felt his hands on his waist, pulling him down and Kurt fell gently against him, rather turned on by the feel of Darren's warm body beneath his.

Needing more, Kurt tangled his hands in Darren's hair, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper.

He tasted like chocolate and Darren; a taste he hadn't quite been able to pinpoint as it tasted like nothing else. He had never really kissed a boy before. Not truly. There was Dave, but he refused to think about that.

Instead, he concentrated on Darren finally catching up, his hands making their way down his back; kneading at the skin around his waist before dropping to his ass and pulling him flush against him. Kurt gasped at the friction, grinding down to meet the roll of Darren's hips, letting out a low moan.

"Please," Kurt whimpered, burying his head against Darren's neck, peppering kisses up and making Darren shiver.

"W-what do you need, baby?" Darren asked soothingly, pulling him back so he could look him in the eye.

"Bedroom," Kurt said firmly. "I need you in me."

Darren's breath hitched visibly and Kurt let out a cry of shock as Darren wrapped his legs around his waist, getting to his feet and carrying him to the bedroom.

"Mmmm," Kurt smirked, "I approve."

"I'll keep that in mind," Darren winked, lowering him gently against the covers. Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck for support, pulling him back over him as they laid down.

Kurt pushed him off him for a moment, gently tugging his shirt up. Eyes widening, Darren was quick to replace his hands and helped him pull it off swiftly. He moved to lay him back down again but Kurt held up a hand.

"You too," he purred, fingers playing with the buttons of Darren's shirt. Darren hastily removed it, (fuck the buttons), pulling it over his head in one quick movement, tossing it beside Kurt's.

"Stunning," Darren whispered, laying him back down against the bed, nosing at his collarbone. Kurt squirmed under him as he ran his hands across his bare skin, sending sparks of electricity through him as he retraced the patterns with his tongue, moving down his chest and stomach, stopping at the top of his waistband.

"Is this okay?" Darren asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. Kurt bit his lip to keep an embarrassing moan from escaping. Darren looked incredible like this, his wild curls heavily mussed, his eyes heavy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Just knowing that he did that to him…

"Darren," Kurt whispered, "that's more than okay."

Grinning brightly, Darren returned to the task at hand, kissing feverishly across the patch of skin above his jeans, his fingers already working at his jeans. He ducked down to mouth him through his pants and Kurt couldn't help his hips bucking up, whining just a little bit at the unexpected contact.

"Darren," he pleaded, "more."

Kurt could feel him smiling against the fabric of his too tight jeans. His hands quickly replaced his mouth and he pulled his jeans down to his knees. Kurt smirked at the sharp intake of breath as Darren realised he wasn't wearing underwear.

"The jeans," Kurt said a little breathlessly, "too tight for underwear."

Darren let out a loud moan, surging forward without warning and taking Kurt's cock fully in his mouth. Kurt wailed above him, unable to resist tangling his fingers in Darren's hair for support, shuddering as Darren moaned around him.

"Hey, Kurt," Darren said smugly, pulling of Kurt's cock.

"What?" Kurt growled. This better be good…

"Have you heard of platform nine and three quarters?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Yes."

"Well I know something else with the same measurements… ow!"

Darren winced as Kurt hit him across the head.

"What?" Darren whined defensively.

"Suck my cock, Darren."

"Oh, right."

Kurt threw his head back as Darren took him in again, easing him down until he was deep throating him. Kurt clenched his eyes shut, trying to control the urge to thrust his hips up, not wanting to make him gag.

Darren hummed happily around him, gripping at his hips. Darren's eyes were shut too, relishing the sounds coming from the beautiful boy above him.

"Darren," Kurt warned, "I'm about to-"

But Darren just sucked harder, tightening his lips around his cock. Kurt tugged on Darren's curls sharply and Darren whimpered, pulling away with a pout.

"I wanted your come," he whispered.

Kurt felt his jaw drop. Who said that…?

"Well," he said, his voice a little shaky, "I'd rather wait…"

Darren's face brightened in a messy grin. "You want me to slither in your chamber of secrets?"

"Fuck you."

"I thought I was going to do-"

Kurt cut him off, pulling him to his lips and kissing him deeply. Darren pulled away with wide blown eyes and Kurt smiled smugly.

"Get on with it then," he urged. Darren nodded quickly, practically leaping off the bed to retrieve lube and a condom from his bedside drawer, tossing them next to Kurt and hastily removing his pants.

Kurt smiled appreciatively as Darren crawled up beside him, tracing a hand over his stomach playfully.

"I really like you, you know that, right?" Darren said sweetly. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Dare," he said fondly, stroking his hair, "I know."

"Great," Darren beamed, "because I'm ready to fuck you now."

Kurt's heart thumped wildly in his chest as Darren quickly popped the lid of the lube, spreading it between his fingers, warming it up.

Darren shuffled across the bed towards him, his smile gentle. "Let me know if I'm going to fast, okay?"

Kurt nodded, putting his hands on his shoulders and resting his forehead against Darren's. He shivered in anticipation as Darren's finger trailed down the crack of his ass, resting on his hole for a minute before he pushed in. Kurt bit his lip, trying to focus on Darren instead of the burn. Darren looked at him with worried eyes, but Kurt nodded reassuringly, letting him push in further.

When Darren had his whole finger inside, Kurt could feel his breath stuttering erratically. This was all so new. He wondered how long it would be till he got used to it – or if he ever would.

"Kiss me," he muttered through gritted teeth. Darren gave him a sympathetic smile, kissing him gently as he drew his finger out, pushing it in again alongside his second.

Once Darren had both fingers inside, he began to twist them around, stretching him and Kurt was filled with a familiar ache.

"More," he pleaded.

"Kurt," Darren said warningly but Kurt shook his head, pushing down on his fingers insistently.

"More," he urged, kissing Darren again, this time deeper, needier, and hotter. Darren gasped into his mouth; quickly drawing out his fingers and slotting in a third, making Kurt pull away with a wail as he brushed up against his prostate.

"God, Kurt," Darren groaned as Kurt gripped his shoulders tightly, biting at his neck as he pushed down harder on his fingers.

"Darren," Kurt breathed, "I need you."

Darren nodded and pulled his fingers out slowly, kissing Kurt quickly as he whined at the sudden emptiness.

"Hurry," Kurt whimpered as Darren quickly rolled on a condom and more lube, crawling back up the bed and back into Kurt's arms.

"Are you rea-?"

"DARREN."

"Okay, okay," Darren muttered, shuffling closer and lining himself up with Kurt. Kurt let out a sharp hiss as he slowly eased himself in, trying to give Kurt time to adjust.

But Kurt wasn't having it.

"Jesus, Darren," he choked, pushing him back against the bed and straddling his thighs. Darren let out a loud cry as Kurt lowered himself on his cock, burying him deep inside.

"Oh my god, Kurt," he moaned. "Have you-have you been fingering yourself?"

Kurt smirked smugly above him. "If it helps, I was thinking of you," he purred and Darren shuddered.

"Fuck," he whimpered as Kurt raised himself off his cock, nearly completely before slamming back down, meeting the thrust of Darren's hips with a loud wail.

"You're beautiful," Darren gushed through his patented breaths. He writhed desperately against the sheets, clutching at the fabric frantically beneath before grabbing a hold of Kurt's hips, his fingers massaging the skin as he guided him up and down, his hips rolling to meet everything Kurt was giving him.

As Kurt's thrust grew faster and more frantic, Darren felt the heat pooling hotter in his stomach.

"So close," he whispered in warning.

Kurt blinked down at him; his brilliant eyes a stormy grey-green, sending sparks through Darren's too hot skin. He was flawless. He couldn't believe he was his.

"Come with me, Dare," Kurt breathed, wiping away the curls from Darren's sweaty forehead as he leant down to kiss him, the new angle thrusting Darren deep and making him brush across Kurt's prostate with every minimal movement.

And with that they both came hard, crying each other's name as they fell against each other. Darren blinked away the diamond stars from his vision, whispering Kurt's name once more before turning him over and snuggling against his chest.

"I want to be the little spoon this time," he announced. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly.

"We have to clean up first," he reminded him.

"Nuh-uh," Darren pouted, snuggling deeper. "I don't want to get up."

"Fine," Kurt huffed, shoving Darren off him so he could get up.

"Thank you!" Darren sang happily, watching his ass as he retreated to the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a damp towel.

"Roll over," Kurt ordered when he returned. Grinning, Darren replied, making a barking noise. "Shut up, you puppy," Kurt laughed, cleaning him off gently, Darren's eyes wide as he watched him repeat the exercise on himself.

He threw the towel across the room in the general direction of the dirty clothes basket, crawling back up beside Darren and opening his arms for him to climb into.

"Hey, Kurt," Darren whispered playfully after a moment.

"What?" Kurt asked sleepily, resting his drowsy head against Darren's messy curls.

"You don't need accio to make me come."