Darren had woken up with the worst hangover of his life. It stuck with him for two days. Hours during which he regretted every shot he'd had, and every beer Joey had managed to convince him would "keep him fun".
Darren as of right now was not fun at all, and to top it all off Joey didn't seem to be even remotely affected by having been drunk for days himself.
"Dude, you're totally exaggerating," he grinned when Darren was lying down on the floor, too hot and too cold.
His head was throbbing and his mouth, even though he'd brushed his teeth, still tasted like shit.
"I'm. In. Pain."
Darren stared up at Joey, but opening his eyes hurt too, so he closed them again and whined pathetically. He could sense Joey rolling his eyes at him.
"Fuck you," Darren groaned as he rolled onto his stomach. The change of position made him feel a little better for a couple seconds, so he decided to use them to keep scolding Joey. "This is all your fault."
"My fault?" Joey laughed. "You should thank me. I saved you from going home with that dude."
Darren froze, looking up at Joey slowly, eyes widening.
"You don't remember?" Joey asked, smiling incredulously. He shook his head. "Of course you don't remember."
Darren felt his heart beat harder inside his chest, and he sat up, feeling antsy. Fuck. He hated this feeling. He felt so out of control. He could feel his brain start working on over-drive, trying to piece together some parts of the night that would involve this "dude" Joey was referring to.
"Hey, chill." Joey actually looked sympathetic. "You guys didn't do anything."
Darren shook his head and crawled over to Joey, heaving himself up on the couch and stretched his legs on top of Joey's lap. Joey didn't even say anything, he just shot Darren a disapproving glance.
"Okay," Darren said slowly, starting to come back from his initial state of panic. "Was he hot, at least?"
Joey grinned. "He wasn't too shabby, I gotta admit. He was seriously all over you for a while there. And you didn't seem to mind." He winked at Darren, who groaned. He felt his cheeks heat up.
"How did you get him to stop, though?" he asked. "Please tell me you didn't fight him or something."
"Well, actually I found you two making out on the dance floor," Joey said. "And I'm talking serious make-out, like, you were groping each other and shit. Then when you saw me you looked like you were about to pass out, so we took you to the bathroom and..."
Joey stopped suddenly. He broke eye contact with Darren, looking off into the distance with an unreadable expression.
"And...?" Darren asked, getting nervous again.
"And then I left you there," he said, as if he didn't believe what he was saying. "I left you alone with him because I had been chatting up this girl and..."
Darren sat up straight, mouth hanging open. He felt more sober than he had in a week, and suddenly flashes of memory started hitting him. He remembered.. He remembered hands in his hair, dark eyes looking down at him, the sound of whimpers and a low voice asking him to eat his come.
Darren stood up, facing away from Joey. He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged. His eyes closed and he felt a wave of embarrassment flood him.
"I'm sorry," Joey said, but his voice seemed far-away. Darren felt a hand on his shoulder, but didn't turn around. "I was really fucking drunk, too, man. Maybe you didn't do-"
"Yes, we did," Darren snapped and turned around, face feeling hot and heart beating harshly. "I sucked his dick, man. I remember now."
They stared at each other heatedly for two long, serious moments.
Then they both burst out laughing.
They didn't stop for a while.
Darren was clutching his stomach, face scrunched up in a pained expression from his stinging cheeks, but his body was still convulsing with laughter. He could barely breathe. Both him and Joey had passed the point of releasing sounds except for the occasional small whimper escaping their throats. Joey had tears running down his cheeks.
"Fuck you," Darren managed through the laughter. They were on the floor by now, their heads swimming woozily from lack of oxygen. He punched Joey's shoulder lazily.
"We're never doing that again, okay?" Joey said as the laughter died down. "No more getting drunk several nights in a row."
"Agreed," Darren nodded.
Joey stretched his arms behind his back, and they fell silent for a few moments. Joey checked his phone, and looked up at Darren before he stood up.
"Are you gonna head out?" Darren asked.
"Yup," Joey said, a big grin widening on his face again. "I have a date."
"Asshole," Darren scolded. "Leaving me with my hangover."
"You don't seem hungover, dude." Joey quirked an eyebrow. "You were cured by laughter."
Darren was just about to disagree and start whining about his everlasting headache when he realized Joey was right. He wasn't in pain anymore. He hadn't even thought about nausea since they'd mentioned the guy he'd gotten it on with.
"You know I'm right," Joey smirked as he walked away to the hall. He put on his jacket, looking back at Darren. "And I'm leaving. Don't jack off to the thought of cock in your mouth while I'm gone."
"Fuck you!" Darren called from the living room floor.
Joey flipped him off just before he closed the door behind him, and Darren got on his feet, stretching out his body. He felt re-born like one does after having felt like shit for about a week.
To be honest, Darren wasn't too upset about sucking that guy's cock. It hadn't been his first time. He'd even done it sober once.
Yes, finding out about doing that kind of stuff when drunk two days later was close to terrifying, but Darren figured that it could've been worse. From what he could recall the stranger had been very sweet to him. He remembered how good he smelled. He had some fruity cologne which at the same time managed to be musky and masculine. His hands had felt good in Darren's hair.
Fuck. Darren had gotten turned on. He'd gotten so turned on.
Darren had a history of hooking up with guys when drunk. He always dismissed it as 'college experimenting' and whenever people brought it up when he was sober, he assured them that it meant nothing because he was, in fact, straight. He felt like he needed to assure everyone of that.
But in all honesty, Darren wasn't certain. He didn't like to label himself. Maybe it was his San Francisco upbringing that made him so free-spirited, maybe it was just the way he was, but in a world where you had to be either one thing or the other, it all just ended up confusing him.
That was why Darren, when he scrolled through the contacts on his phone and found this dude's, Chris, number, decided to send him a text. He didn't want to be confused anymore.
You owe me.
That was what he'd said, right? "If you ever want me to return the favor". Darren needed a favor right now. A sober guy-on-guy hook up might just set his thoughts straight.
A couple of days went by with no response. Darren went about with his life as it used to be, going to class and spending too much time playing video games and watching stupid TV-shows with his friends instead of studying for tests. Joey found it hilarious to tell everyone about their little drunk crusade from the weekend before, but he left out the part with Darren and Chris. He probably felt way worse about the whole ordeal than Darren originally suspected.
Around noon that friday, when Darren was in a particularly mind-numbing lecture about acting history, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Hello, 444 2324601... If that is your real name.
It was Chris. Fuck. It was Chris. But Darren only smirked.
My name is actually Darren, and you're avoiding the real issue here, Chris.
After five minutes, Darren was fairly certain that Chris wasn't going to answer for another two days, but then his phone vibrated with a new message again.
Oh, it's you. Didn't think you'd try to get in touch.
Darren used one hand to try to cover the conversation from Lauren and Joey who were sitting by his sides, as he typed out his response.
Yeah? How come?
Didn't your buddy say something about you being straight when you're sober?
Darren felt his cheeks flush, but decided to ignore the real question at hand.
How do you know I'm sober?
It's 12:30 pm. If you weren't sober I'd be worried.
Aw.
Come on. So, you're looking for a hook-up, then?
Woah. This guy was straight forward. He'd probably done this before. Darren couldn't blame him though. College was probably a great time for gay guys who wanted to get it on with as many people as they could.
Darren decided to quit playing around and just go with it.
Pretty much.
Got any plans tonight?
Well, now I do. Where should we do this?
Your place? You can't get any privacy in my dorm.
Darren would have preferred doing this somewhere other than his place, but then again this was safer. In case Chris wasn't who he thought he was.
I think we could arrange that. I'm at the University of Michigan. We could meet up at the entrance and I'll show you to my place.
8pm?
You got it.
Darren felt oddly satisfied when the back and forth texting was over. They had a time and a place, and they were going through with this. When he looked up from his phone, there was only ten minutes left of the lecture, and their teacher was beginning to round things up.
He nudged Joey, who was staring off into the distance with an expression of pure disinterest on his face, in the side. He jumped, startled at the touch, but looked at Darren.
"I need our place tonight," Darren whispered conspiratorially.
Joey grinned.
"Having someone over, are we?" he asked.
Darren just smiled.
"No problem, man," Joey said. "I'm going out with Brian and Lauren, anyway. I can crash at theirs' afterwards."
Darren formed his hands into heart-halves and pushed them together against his chest with a cheesy smile on his face. Joey rolled his eyes, but squeezed Darren's shoulder. He thought they would leave it at that, but Darren had no such luck.
Right after the teacher had dismissed the class and people were getting off their seats, Joey started to pry.
"Is it Denice, or is that over?" he asked.
"Oh, come on, Dare," Lauren said, exasperated, who had obviously 'accidentally' overheard their conversation. "Not Denice. Please, not Denice."
Darren turned around and stared at Lauren. He smushed a shushing finger against her lips. Some of Denice's friends were taking this class and he wasn't about to make that mistake again. Thankfully, Lauren and Joey knew to keep their mouths shut until they were outside of the crowded lecture-hall.
"Come on, spill," Joey said, not letting another minute pass without knowing the explicit detail of Darren's plans.
"Calm down, perverts," Darren groaned, but they just chuckled. "I wouldn't say it's over, but I haven't seen her in a couple weeks."
"Thank God," Lauren said.
"So it's not her?" Joey asked.
"No," Darren re-assured, and Lauren put her hand up for a high-five. Darren reluctantly slapped it.
"It's just a hook-up, though. Nothing serious."
"Mhm," Joey said. "You can be all mysterious now, but sooner or later we will have details, okay?"
Darren nodded agreeably, but the truth was that he wasn't sure whether or not he'd actually tell them the truth about tonight. It was just a night for finding stuff out, and that was it.
Another message vibrated in his pocket just as he tried to convince himself of that. He picked up his phone, hiding the screen from Lauren and Joey, who had thankfully got talking about something else and wasn't paying attention to Darren anymore.
Really looking forward to tonight, hottie. If you suck cock that well that drunk I can't even imagine how tonight will turn out.
Darren felt a wave of arousal rush through him. His face flushed a shade darker, and he had to subtly readjust himself in his pants. He decided not to respond to the text at all. His heart was beating too nervously in his chest, so whatever he wrote now would definitely come out cheesy and ill-executed.
Instead, Darren just closed his eyes for a moment, silently willing the remaining hours until tonight to go by faster.
Fifteen minutes to eight PM, it occurred to Darren that Chris might not be at all like he remembered. When they first met, Darren had been so drunk that he would have forgotten the whole thing if Joey hadn't mentioned it. What if his memory was altered? What if Chris wasn't this sweet, innocent guy just looking for some consensual sex? Joey had obviously told Chris to stay away, and he hadn't listened to him. Then again, Chris had also gone with them when Darren was about to pass out. What kind of person does that with a drunk stranger? Chris was either a really nice person, or just extremely desperate.
Darren was standing in front of the mirror in the hall staring at his expression for a moment, feeling torn. He didn't have to go through with this. He barely remembered what Chris looked like. He just knew that he was taller, slim but muscular, and that his nose was doughy and adorable. Darren smiled fondly at the memory, and that was what ultimately convinced him that meeting up with Chris was a good idea. If he seemed suspicious he didn't have to bring him over. This was all about harmless, good fun, and if Chris didn't give off that impression, Darren could just leave. Everything was going to be fine.
There wasn't a lot of people around campus at eight pm friday night. If Chris didn't look at all like Darren remembered, he would have been able to guess that the lonely guy standing in front of the school-entrance was him, anyway.
But, as Darren approached, he realized Chris pretty much did look like he remembered. His hair was styled into a messy quiff on his head, his arms wrapped securely around himself. He was wearing a pair of loose, blue jeans and a brown leather jacket. Even from a distance, Darren could tell that Chris had a rocking body. He carried himself so well, even just as he was standing casually. Darren found himself fantasizing about running his lips along Chris defined jaw-line.
Chris noticed him when Darren was about ten meters away. He smiled and waved a little, and walked up to him. Darren stopped when they were face to face, and smiled back nervously.
"Hi," he said, and because he didn't know what else to do he put out his hand. "Darren."
Chris quirked an eyebrow and smirked. Hot. But he took Darren's hand.
"Chris," he said with a short nod. "We have met before, you know."
He looked at Darren with an expression of and I know exactly what you look like on your knees taking it, which was completely justified, but it made Darren want to squirm where he was standing. He wasn't uncomfortable really. He was nervous, because Chris clearly had the upper hand here. Which also was extremely hot.
"Yeah," Darren chuckled and retrieved his hand. They started walking towards the dorms. "I barely remember last weekend, though."
"Too bad," Chris said. "I'd love to make a re-enactment of it tonight. But we could do some role-reversal, since I'm supposed to return the favor."
He winked, actually winked, at Darren. Darren felt his breath hitch, and he swallowed slowly, eyes darting. Chris gaze was assured, though, looking straight at Darren. Darren was already half-hard.
"Y-yeah," Darren stuttered, feeling completely stupid. "Uh, so, Chris, you... You go to college here as well?"
Chris chuckled. The laughter was high and airy, and suddenly a memory from last weekend flashed before Darren's eyes. It was cloudy, but he could distinctly remember that chuckle from when Chris had tried to seduce him last time. It calmed Darren's nerves a little bit, and seeing Chris smile definitely eased some of the tension for the moment.
"I do," he said. "I'm majoring in screenwriting, with drama as a minor. What about you?"
They were at the dorm now, and Darren unlocked the door, walking inside with Chris.
"Majoring in acting," he said. "I guess that's why I haven't seen you around. Drama-majors and minors usually don't get that much time together."
"It's a shame, really," Chris said, still so fucking sure of himself. When Darren looked back at him, an incredulous smile on his face, Chris continued. "I would have snatched you much earlier in that case."
Darren rolled his eyes. This was getting ridiculous.
"So you think you have me, huh?" he asked, feeling his heart beat harder.
Chris put a hand on his shoulder as they were walking, stopping them. They had two doors left until they were at Darren and Joey's apartment, but Chris apparently couldn't wait. He squeezed at Darren's shoulder, and Darren just looked up at him, not knowing what to say. Chris eyes were downright magnetic when looking at Darren now, staring him down demandingly, the corners of his lips turning up.
"You did text me back, didn't you?" he teased lowly. His other hand landed on Darren's waist, and okay, Darren was definitely hard now.
Darren just swallowed, mouth opening to release a held-in breath, and Chris, seeing it as an invitation, leaned down to kiss him.
Darren's hands went to clutch at Chris sides as he kissed back hungrily. Chris cupped his face, hips bucking forward against Darren's crotch. Darren groaned lowly. He could feel the outline of Chris hard cock against his.
"My room," Darren whimpered pathetically against Chris lips just when Chris was starting to lick into his mouth.
Chris didn't let it discourage him. He kept licking until he found Darren's tongue, and Darren was practically melting into the kiss, skin puckering.
"Well, show me there, then," Chris murmured, voice still deliciously low and challenging.
Darren pulled back, feeling as if his face was beat-red. Chris looked so fucking composed, it wasn't fair. Darren took a deep breath and detached his body from Chris, taking a few steps until they were at his door. He willed his hand not to shake as he picked up the key-ring. He managed it pretty well as long as he wasn't looking at how Chris looked when he was slumping casually against the wall, holding himself up on one leg, staring at Darren as if he was about to devour him.
They got inside the apartment, and Chris kicked the door closed. Darren hanged his jacket on a hanger as Chris shrugged out of his. He was only wearing a white, loose v-neck T-shirt beneath. Darren bit his lip as his eyes unashamedly went to stare at Chris flat chest. He could make out his pecs and abs through the shirt, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. It was so hot.
Chris closed the distance between them again and kissed Darren with purpose, pulling back too soon.
"Didn't your mom teach you how rude it is to stare?" he asked, amusement in his voice.
"She never prepared me for you," Darren answered dumbly, and he stared back at Chris bright-blue eyes.
Chris gaze altered slightly at that, going fond, and Darren could actually make out a faint blush on his cheeks as he smiled.
"I mean," Darren coughed, blushing harder than Chris. "Fuck, I don't know."
He chuckled, embarrassed. This was a guy-on-guy experimental meet-up, but Darren could obviously not keep from saying things that were undoubtedly date-y. Chris probably thought he was lame, but if he did, he didn't mention it. He just kissed Darren again, still smiling, and Darren let him.
After kissing for a moment, Darren took a hold of Chris wrist and pulled him towards the bedroom. Chris didn't break the kiss as they walked, and they stumbled into each other stupidly every once in a while, but the kisses felt too good to break. Darren only pulled back when they were at the threshold of his bedroom.
"Unless you prefer the bathroom," he said, smiling teasingly, and Chris laughed that airy, turned on laugh that Darren was filing away in his mind as one of the hottest sounds ever.
Chris just shook his head and walked into the bedroom, arms wrapping around Darren's waist as they kissed, tongues sliding together wetly and shuddering breaths of arousal trading between the two.
Darren closed the door and sat down on the bed with Chris. For all the time they weren't kissing, they kept touching. A hand on Darren's waist, fingers threading together, and now, as they were half-laying on the bed, their legs entwined. Darren licked back into Chris mouth, his stomach fluttering with arousal and the giddiness of having someone touch him like Chris was.
Chris pulled back for a moment to kiss Darren's neck, his teeth barely scratching, but just enough. Darren whined needly.
"You're so fucking hot," Chris groaned, his hand palming out on top of Darren's chest, clawing softly. "Just taking everything. Just as pliant and agreeable as when you were drunk."
Darren swallowed, almost ashamed, but Chris said the words with admiration. He could feel Chris hard-on through his jeans against his hip. He kissed Chris lips, whining again.
"Do you need more?" Chris asked, hand traveling downwards, tugging at the waistband of Darren's jeans. "I can give it to you. Whatever you want."
Darren nodded. "Yes. Please."
Darren blinked up at Chris who smiled at him, and tugged off that white v-neck, revealing his flawlessly muscled chest, shoulders and stomach. Darren bit his lip, but discarded his t-shirt as well and went to unzip his pants and pull them off. Chris put his hands over Darren's, though, just as he was about to push them down.
"Let me," was all he said, and curled his fingers around the waistband and pulled them down as Darren ground his hips up as assistance.
Once Darren's pants were off, Chris pulled off his jeans as well. Darren could make out the bulge of his erection so much better now, and he groaned inwardly. Darren was definitely not all straight. He couldn't be. Not when Chris looked the way he looked, said the things he said and-
Oh. Chris was mouthing at Darren through his boxers now, nuzzling his face into his thigh and sucking at the soft, tender skin there. Darren spread his legs further, feeling his legs tremble with need. Chris palmed Darren's cock and squeezed it over his underwear.
"Ah," Darren gasped, stuttering wordlessly.
"Can I suck you?" Chris asked, his hand still rubbing over Darren's ever-growing erection deliciously.
"Yes," Darren said, and he let out an incredulous chuckle. "Please, fuck."
Chris grinned.
"Well, I had to check," he explained with a smile, and he looked up into Darren's eyes.
He was so incredibly gorgeous, lying on his stomach between Darren's legs like he belonged there. Darren released a breath.
"You're very much allowed," he said, sharing the smile, and Chris wasted no more time.
He pulled Darren's boxers down his legs slowly, twisted them off his heel and threw them on the floor casually. He crawled back onto his stomach between Darren's thighs. He made sure to keep eye-contact with Darren as he flattened his tongue out on the heel of his hand and licked a wide stripe up it slowly, practically drenching it in saliva, and Darren felt his cock twitch at the sight. Chris licked his lips and wrapped his hand around the base of Darren's cock, stroking up the shaft.
Darren's eyes shut involuntarily and his hips stuttered once Chris worked up a pace.
"Gonna suck you now," Chris said, voice dragging. He sounded drunk with arousal, lost in what they were doing, and Darren only had time to construct that thought before Chris mouth was sinking down his cock.
Chris mouth was warm, and wet, and tight, and... Darren grasped at the sheets on either side of him, fingers twitching and his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to breathe steadily. There was no use. Chris was sucking so tightly around his cock, and when one hand came to roll his balls between long, strong fingers Darren couldn't but release a throaty, absolutely uninhibited moan of pleasure.
Chris looked up at Darren after the sudden outburst, and when he saw Darren's flushed red face, how his dark eyes gazed down at him, lips slightly parted, tongue glistening between them hotly, he smirked knowingly. Darren gasped, hips stuttering, cock going further inside Chris mouth. Chris didn't seem to mind. He happily sucked at Darren, keeping eye-contact as he sunk even further down, bobbing his head in place with almost all of Darren's cock down his throat.
"Y-you're..." Darren tried, but it turned into another moan. "You'resofuckinggoodatthat."
The sentence was rushed, breathed out and barely audible, but Chris could make out the words and it almost put him over the edge, feeling his cock strain in his boxer-briefs as he rutted down onto the mattress.
Darren couldn't believe how casual Chris seemed to be. He was lying on his stomach, hands on either of Darren's thighs now, calves up in the air, his feet rolling to some sort of rhythm, all the while having a cock in his mouth, which he happily pulled off and sunk down and teased and licked. Darren couldn't stop letting out a continuous string of moans, grunts and breaths as Chris sucked him.
Another two minutes passed by, and Chris kept at this deliberate, slow pace that was just enough to keep Darren on the edge without falling over it, and it was amazing, right next to excruciating because he wanted to come inside Chris mouth at the same time as he wanted it to last as long as it possibly could.
Chris pulled of his cock, though, and put rubbed a hand along his sore jaw. He let out a small laugh, and as the breath his Darren's erection and made his embarrassingly hard, red cock twitch, he laughed too.
"You're not gonna let me come, are you?" Darren asked, voice low in a way that he himself didn't recognize.
"Not yet," Chris smirked, licking his lips. "I was thinking we could do something else."
"Okay," Darren said, blinking a few times, locking eyes with Chris. "But.. Before we do that, uh... Please, just kiss me."
Darren didn't have to ask twice. Chris heaved himself on top of Darren, and if the delicious weight of his body wasn't enough, his lips on Darren's were. Darren gasped against Chris lips, feeling his face scrunch up. He was so far on top of the edge, he was sure he was going to come.
He was one second from that blissful state of mind-blowing orgasm when Chris put his hand on the base of Darren's cock tightly, refusing it.
"Not yet," Chris mumbled, sucking on a spot on Darren's neck.
"Ah, you-," Darren couldn't even talk right now, but he was coming down from the peak that made his heart thump incredibly fast inside his chest.
"Sorry," Chris said, and he sounded sincere. "But I really want to be inside you when you come."
Darren stared at him.
"If you're fine with that, of course," Chris smiled, and fuck. He knew. He fucking knew.
He could tell, somehow, that the thought of being filled up, getting completely and fully screwed by Chris was so, so hot to Darren.
Darren didn't even have to nod or say anything to show his consent, it seemed, because Chris went to feel at his dry hole, massaging against it. Darren groaned, turning his head and biting into the pillow, breathing heavily.
"You know, by the way you look right now I could think you were in pain," Chris said, rubbing a circle around Darren's hole as they were chest to chest. "But I know you aren't."
Chris was enjoying this so much. Darren could hear it in his voice. And it wasn't fair at all, but at the same time... Yes. Because Darren had never felt this close to coming without coming before and it was such a confusing state for him both emotionally and physically. He fucking loved it.
"I'm just going to get the lube," Chris murmured. "I brought some. Was that presumptuous?"
Chris got off from Darren and searched his pants that were on the floor. Darren let out a laugh he himself didn't recognize.
"I- Yeah, probably a little," he said. "If you thought you could fuck a guy that's supposedly straight when he's sober before even meeting me sober-"
"Oh please," Chris grinned. He'd found the container and was pulling off his underwear where he was standing by the edge of the bed. Darren completely forgot what they were talking about when he saw the size of Chris cock. So hard, and nice, and clean and fuck, did he want it inside.
"I wish your friend Joey could see your face now," Chris said as he situated himself between Darren's thighs again. He sucked on he same spot on Darren's neck as before, and it made Darren's back arch. "He'd know how not straight you are when sober."
Darren smiled. He wasn't offended by that. He still had no idea how to define himself sexually, but the fact that Chris could make him feel like this, like no one else ever had, definitely proved something. Chris sat back up and squirted lube on his fingers. He started to massage and rub Darren's hole it in the same way as before.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Chris asked, the tip of his middle finger sinking inside Darren. "Fingered yourself?"
He went back to lie on top of Darren, his other hand carding through his hair.
"Yeah," Darren said, feeling like he could share literally everything with Chris right now. "How... How can you tell?"
Chris smirked, pushing the rest of his finger inside.
"Oh, my God," Darren said. "I'm not... Loose, am I?"
Chris laughed that airy, turned on laugh, and shook his head.
"No," he assured him, fucking the finger in and out of Darren slowly. "You just give off the impression of wanting to be filled up."
Darren was just about to say something, to ask how the hell someone gives off that impression and is that a good or a bad thing? But Chris kept talking.
"It's hot," Chris murmured, licking a stripe along Darren's jaw. "Small guys with narrow hips that want nothing more than a cock inside them to pacify them, to make them come... It's my kryptonite."
The fact that it turned Chris on so much made Darren want to give him all of that, so he spread his legs. Chris pushed another finger inside him and scissored them once fully inside. Darren groaned, biting the pillow again, and Chris retreated his other hand out of Darren's hair and wrapped a hand around Darren's cock to distract him when he pushed a third finger inside.
Chris nuzzled his face into the crook of Darren's neck, just sort of fucking Darren with his fingers and it made Darren start groaning and moaning again after a while. It didn't hurt anymore. The stretch just felt so good.
"You can- Fuck, now, Chris," Darren whined, absolutely inarticulate, but he just needed Chris so bad.
Chris pulled his fingers out at that and sat back up between Darren's thighs. He looked down at Darren's hole, and Darren felt kind of exposed, but he spread his legs in spite of himself, presenting his hole, showing Chris how much he wanted this. Chris seemed to get the point, because his gaze darkened and he bit his lip.
"Turn around," he said, blinking up at Darren. "Hands and knees."
Darren scrambled up from on his back and turned. He looked back at Chris when he was in the assigned position and spread his legs, jutting his ass out teasingly with a smirk on his face. Chris was just staring and Darren couldn't even feel self-conscious about it because he looked so turned on. If anything, it spurred him on.
"Please, Chris," Darren whined, purposely making his voice a little higher and a little more needy. "Please, fuck me."
Chris stood on his knees between Darren's legs then, a hand squeezing at Darren's ass and the other around his own cock. He teased the head of his cock against Darren's hole, and it made Darren jump slightly, wanting so much. Chris groaned.
"So sensitive," he murmured.
He sunk inside Darren then. Darren felt his entire body clench, his muscles tight and his breathing coming out short. Chris was just so much and it didn't exactly hurt, but he felt more filled up then he ever had before. It was almost a scary sensation.
Once Chris was fully inside he leaned over Darren's back and rubbed at his side gently, placing a tender kiss to his back.
"Easy," he whispered, voice strained from held-back arousal. "Just relax. I'm not going to do anything else until you're ready, Darren. Okay?"
Darren released a long breath, feeling himself relax just slightly. Chris massaged at one ass-cheek, squeezing and rubbing as he got out cut-off breaths. Darren almost felt sorry for him, because Chris was doing everything right and he really, really wanted to make Chris come now.
"Okay," Darren said after a few more moments of relaxing and getting used to the size of Chris. "You can move. I can take it."
"Yeah, you can," Chris murmured, and fuck, that was a turn-on.
Chris started fucking Darren slowly. He pulled out almost all the way before sinking back inside, inch by delicious inch, and as Darren got used to the feeling it turned him on more for each slow thrust. Chris started rolling his hips into a more deliberate, fast pace after a little and several small grunts escaped him. They sounded like noises he wasn't even aware that he was making, and Darren could feel his cock go fully hard again at the sound, at the way he felt Chris hardening inside him, fucking him so good.
Darren let his upper-body slump against the mattress and tilted his ass up. The change of angle did something, made Chris reach something inside of him that felt so good, so good that it made him release a long moan and grab a steady hold of his own dick not to come immediately.
"Right there?" Chris asked triumphantly, fucking straight onto the same spot again.
Darren only moaned in response, and Chris fucked him harder, making the time between when Chris wasn't rubbing against his prostate and when he was shorten and ultimately disappear. Darren's skin puckered and he was moaning, pushing back onto Chris cock, getting fucked more and much better than what he'd ever done on his own.
"You take it so fucking well," Chris groaned.
He was fucking Darren so hard, Darren had to bite his pillow again not to whine. The sounds of skin slapping on skin and the slickness of Chris' lubed up cock inside Darren, along with Darren's muffled whimpers filled the room, only contributing to the feeling.
"You want it so bad, too," Chris continued. "Want a big cock inside you, want to be dominated, want to be fucked into the mattress."
"Yes, yes, yes," Darren whined, breathing heavily and pushing onto Chris again, his thighs beginning to tremble with how close he was.
"God, you sounds hot right now." Chris voice was getting strained, as if he couldn't find it within himself to form words anymore.
Instead he pushed both palms against Darren's ass and pushed him up, Darren's knees rising from the mattress a little, and Chris fucked up into him, finding an angle that enabled him to fuck faster and harder, until they were both moaning and whimpering with it, so close to the edge.
"T-touch me," Darren whined, face pushed down onto the mattress from the force of Chris thrusts. "Please."
Chris grabbed a hold of Darren's cock again, and they were back at their original position which somehow seemed even better now. Chris wasn't playing around anymore. He stroke Darren's cock hard and fast, fist squeezing and pulling as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm, and he was coming helplessly inside Darren with a small sound. As he was fucking Darren through the orgasm, still jerking him off, Darren was pushed over the edge so far he moaned, hands covering his face. He could almost feel tears on the brink of falling from his eyes, his body seizing into it as he came.
After a few moments Chris slowed, pushing in and out of Darren's spent asshole tiredly. Darren was breathing heavily, feeling woozy and gone. He could barely feel his body. His ass was numb and his cock was spent, but he could feel Chris slow breaths on his back, could hear him swallow and sigh as he pulled out of him.
Once Chris wasn't inside of Darren anymore they both slumped next to each other, stretching their limbs and groaning with it. Chris laughed.
"Fuck," he said. "Just... fuck."
"I think you returned the favor fucking ten-fold," Darren said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You helped," Chris argued and he rested his head on Darren's shoulder. He looked up at Darren with tired eyes, a half-smile on his lips.
Even post-sex, Chris was the most gorgeous person Darren could think of.
"I can't feel my ass right now," Darren said, and Chris choked on laughter.
Darren laughed along with him, feeling giddy. He lied down so that they were face to face and kissed Chris, who was still giggling, kissed him senseless and hard on the mouth.
"We're definitely doing this again," Darren murmured against his lips.
"Definitely," Chris agreed, tugging at Darren's side and kissed back.
They pulled back at the same time and slumped back on the same pillow, turned in on each other, just lying there. Darren pulled the covers over them and sighed. He felt kind of sticky and gross, but he couldn't move right now even if he wanted to. And he didn't. He wanted to lie down here with Chris, stuck in this post-sex haze forever, breathing each other in, eyes closed.
"You can sleep here if you want to," Darren said and opened his eyes.
There was no response. He said it again, a little louder, but Chris eyes remained closed and his breathing was even and long. He'd already fallen asleep.
Darren smiled fondly, kissed Chris forehead, and closed his eyes. Yeah. He could definitely fall asleep like this.
They could turn this into forever, and dream.