Drink, Drank, Drunk #4: The Fall-Out.
There was pressure of hands on his back, right between his shoulder blades. Darren responded my letting his chest fall to the mattress with a groan. The sound of Chris three lube-slick fingers fucking in and out of him filled the room. It squelched, and the sound alone made Darren whimper with need. Chris pulled them out and Darren felt the fat head of his cock press against his entrance, feeling too big and too much the moment before it sunk inside, stretching him out. Chris let out a long moan as he fucked into him further.
"You want it?" Chris said, out of breath behind him. "Want it hard and fast?"
Darren sobbed out his consent. Chris picked up his pace and fucked him harder, staying inside for a little bit before pulling out and going fast for a few thrusts. Then he stopped again, fully inside, just letting his cock brush his prostate. Darren mewled softly and tried to fuck back on Chris cock, but he was trapped when lying like that. He was completely submissive to Chris desires.
Chris was groaning, putting his hand over the one on Darren's back, pushing harder. His hips rolled easily with Darren's body. He'd stretched him good, taken his time, and used a ridiculously high amount of lube. It resulted in little to no resistance when he fucked forward, his cock going all the way inside to stimulate Darren's sensitive prostate.
"Yeah!" Darren cried, the sound muffling against the mattress.
He was trembling with it, thighs shaking and his skin tingling. He was going to come, God, he was going to come, he could feel it starting somewhere inside of him.
Chris had other plans. He pulled out of Darren completely, and at first Darren let out an angry, frustrated groan. Chris moved his hands up from his back to his hips and attempted to turn him over. Darren's body was still kind of stiff from how tight his muscles felt. He scrambled up on his hands and took a deep breath.
"What are you-"
Before Darren could finish the sentence, Chris somehow managed to turn Darren to his back. Darren's mouth shut immediately at the image of Chris hovering above him, lips tight and gaze dark. He pushed inside of Darren again, put both his hands on either of Darren's feet above his head and pinned him down forcefully.
The position was different. Nothing they'd tried before. Darren's hole tightened with how Chris leveled his weight on the soles of his feet. Each thrust became that much more intense. It felt as though his prostate swelled three sizes, and Chris cock fucked against it with each roll of hips. Darren's jaw went slack.
"You're going to come now, aren't you?" Chris asked as he picked up the same mind blowing pace as before. "Going to come so bad around my cock?"
Darren didn't want to close his eyes. He wanted to see, wanted to stare at the faint mark of teeth on Chris neck that had brought him to dominate him so completely. Darren bit his lower lip, his eyes wanted to squeeze shut so bad.
"I-," Darren was so fucking close.
He sobbed out a moan, head thrashing from side to side.
"There we go." Chris voice suddenly lost its sharp edge.
It was an encouragement. The softness of Chris voice brought Darren a glimpse of Chris perspective, of how bad he wanted Darren to come around his cock, how good it felt to have Darren pinned beneath him. Darren whimpered. Chris kept fucking him, whispering soft encouragements.
It brought Darren over the edge.
And it wasn't like a small, passing thing. It thrummed through his body, tightening every little muscle. He stretched his neck, brows furrowing. He couldn't even make a sound. All he could decipher was the sound of Chris cock moving in and out of him wetly, and how this insane load of come splattered onto his chest and stomach.
When Darren finally managed to breathe again and he opened his eyes, his eye sight felt toggled with. The edges were fuzzy, his face felt numb and it was as though he was sinking through the mattress. His body felt so heavy. Chris was slumping on top of his sweaty, come-slick body. Darren hadn't even noticed he had finished as well. Darren took a few long breaths and then the feelings came to him.
He wanted to get his hands up and mess them into Chris hair. He wanted to card them through, tug, tilt him up and kiss him so hard they couldn't breathe again.
But he restrained himself. This is college. Darren let out a sigh.
Chris wasn't done, though. He found Darren's hand and took it in his own, squeezing. He looked up at his lover thoughtfully before his eyes slipped shut and he kissed him. Darren kissed back too hard, too intensely, but Chris just shifted the angle of the kiss and made it better. He knew how to do that. Darren sucked at Chris bottom lip and released, pulling back and just looked at him.
"You look so stupid right now," Chris grinned.
"What? Why?" Darren asked, not altering his expression.
"You're smiling," Chris murmured, then leaned down and brushed their lips.
Darren's heart fluttered.
Then Chris kisses got harder. He demanded more. Darren happily opened his mouth and let him in. He moaned against his lips, spurring him on, letting Chris hands squeeze around his wrists again and let his hardening cock enter him.
This is college.
"So you're fucking a guy?" Lauren asked casually when she, Darren and Joey were having lunch at a café. Darren almost spit out his drink.
"Oh, indeed he is," Joey said before Darren could even clear his throat let alone think of a response that didn't make it sound so scandalous. "Into the wee hours of the night."
"We should switch dorms, Joey," Lauren said. She looked way too happy about things.
Darren just laughed. His cheeks were heating up, and he kind of avoided meeting Lauren's hungry gaze directly.
"No way," Joey said. "You'll just try to meddle your way into it."
"Who says that's a bad thing?" Lauren asked.
"Lauren," Darren warned, but his mouth was stretched out into a smile and he was trying not to burst into a fit of giggles. "I don't think Chris..."
"Exactly," Joey said, taking over. "Chris is as gay as they come, so keep out of it."
Lauren put her hands up and shrugged. Darren actually didn't know whether Chris had anything against having sex with women, (which, wow, how come he didn't know that?) and he found himself not wanting Chris to be as sexually gray-scaled as Darren was. He wanted Chris to himself.
"He's in college, Joey," she argued. "Boy probably gets hard for anything."
Even though Darren put up an 'embarrassed laughter' facade, what he truly felt was possessiveness. No. Lauren was not allowed to fuck Chris, not even if Darren was there too. He didn't even want them to meet. Chris was his.
"Oh, my God," Darren said through his laughter, shaking his head. "Stop it."
"I can assure you college-guys don't get hard for anything," Joey whined.
Lauren just gave him a look that made Joey's face red and he spluttered out further arguments of college guys' virtue. Darren had checked out of the conversation by then. He was just staring at his cup of coffee thoughtfully. Word got around so easily here, and Darren wasn't sure what to think of it. One part of him was proud to say that yes, an irresistibly hot guy wants to fuck me several nights a week. But then again, that was all the irresistibly hot guy wanted to do to him, and that took away a big chunk of the pride-part. Darren wasn't the one calling the shots here.
As if to prove that point, Darren's phone buzzed with a text message.
Want you in 30 minutes.
And who could say no to that?
Darren had never managed to make Chris gasp like this before. Chris was standing with his back to Darren's bedroom door, fully clothed except for how Darren had tugged his jeans and underwear down to pool at his feet. Darren was on his knees in front of him, licking up his cock slowly. And Chris was gasping. The sensation almost seemed too much for him.
Darren couldn't stop staring at him. Chris was so sensitive today, cock twitching and thighs trembling from each little lick up his throbbing erection. Chris was not looking at Darren. He seemed so preoccupied with feeling everything. Darren liked to think that the view of him on his knees would just be too much, but then again, the fact that it was Darren might not even matter to Chris. The way Darren looked might not be any difference to any other guy he'd screwed.
"Suck my balls," Chris said through his gasps.
Darren hesitated. He wasn't certain why, but he did.
"Come on, Darren." He was still not looking at him.
Darren felt a tingly sensation in his chest at the way Chris said his name. Yes. Yes, Chris wanted him, he really did. And Darren opened his mouth and sucked one of the come-tight balls into his mouth. Chris cock was hard and leaking at the side of his face, slick with Darren's saliva where it was pressed to his cheek. Chris grabbed at his hair then, keeping him there, rocking with him a little so that his cock got friction against his cheek. Darren let out a small noise.
"On- On my cock, now," Chris said urgently.
Darren was quick to obey. He bobbed his head up and down Chris cock, familiar to the sounds Chris was making. They meant he was close, but he still let out small gasps between his moans, and those were unheard of before. It was hot. So, so fucking hot. And then Chris was coming down Darren's throat with a high-pitched whine followed by complete and utter silence for a still moment before he fucked Darren's mouth ferociously until he came down from the orgasm.
Darren felt thoroughly fucked once they were done and he'd swallowed all of Chris come. Chris laughed, he laughed, and fell to the floor in front of Darren. He grabbed Darren's face and kissed him hard on the mouth, and Darren kissed back slackly, still a little sore from the blow job.
"I'm..." Chris giggled, "Jesus Christ. Fuck, Darren."
Darren laughed then.
"What was that?" he asked.
Chris leaned his head against the door and let out a breath. He watched Darren steadily, a small smirk playing on his features.
"I don't know," he said, swallowing slowly. Something was hiding behind his eyes. "Woke up this morning and... This was all I could think about."
Darren tried to tell himself not to feel every last word, every last little indication of meaning to what Chris said, but there was no use. Darren smiled hopefully and kissed Chris, kissed him senseless and loving. He didn't tell Chris that he himself woke up like that every morning. Didn't have time to tell him anything, really, before Chris shoved his hand down Darren's pants, eager to return the favor.
Because that was what this was. Favors.
For someone who got to have sex regularly, had a satisfying close circle of friends, and passed every class he was participating in, Darren felt very frustrated with his current situation. Darren had a hard time with keeping different parts of his life separate. Whenever he met someone new, he introduced them to the rest of his friends. He made them get along. And then that was that.
Chris wasn't like that. Chris downright avoided any part of Darren's life that hadn't to do with sex or parties. When Joey asked Darren what Chris did for fun, Darren didn't have another answer than to jokingly reply 'me'.
Darren had never exactly compromised himself before. Even though his friends were very different from one another, he treated them more or less the same. If he didn't get along with someone, he kept a respectable distance with no hard feelings. The confusing thing about how Darren felt for Chris was that he had feelings for him, strong ones, but he was also aware that he was kept on a tight leash. And he hated that part.
If he put up his own demands and asked things of Chris, however, he knew there was a risk of them not being in each other's lives at all. The thought scared him, probably a little too much. Something, somewhere in his mind told him that this was the perfect recipe for an 'unhealthy relationship', but another part of him just snorted and asked, 'what relationship?'.
And so his behavior remained unchanged.
"No, I don't like anything inside, I just...," Chris stuttered. He was naked, absolutely vulnerable, and on his back on Darren's bed.
Darren was on his back next to him. They were looking into each other's eyes. The sheets were in a tangled mess at the end of the bed. Darren was naked and soft, and he felt comfortable. They'd just given each other a hand job each, and Darren's chest was still painted with drying come. He couldn't care less. The sex had been amazing, but then afterwards when Darren's hands had moved to explore behind Chris sack, Chris had backed away and said no.
He hadn't said it like he was mad, or disgusted, or anything really. It was just a plain, simple 'no', and Darren had been surprised. So they talked about it.
"You just like it when you get to fuck me," Darren filled in with a small grin.
His mind was untangled from the orgasm still, and his tongue felt loose from the sensation. That was why he dared to be so blunt. That, and that him and Chris had sex several nights a week and weren't exactly shy of these kind of conversations anymore.
Chris returned the smile, but shook his head.
"That's not what I mean," he said. "I mean, I love it when I get to fuck you..."
His eyes darkened a little, clearly imagining it, and Darren let out a horny breath.
"I just mean, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say that I don't like it when someone else fucks me."
They were silent.
"I like it when someone has there tongue... Down there, though."
Chris let out a breath. Darren didn't understand why it took him so much to say that out loud. Darren loved it when Chris did it to him. They'd passed that point. But then again, sex between them meant Chris taking charge and Darren accepting every idea.
To Darren, this was the same thing. Darren would love to lick Chris ass. But it was a vulnerable subject for Chris, Darren could tell.
"Dude, I'll lick your ass, okay?" Darren said quickly.
Chris laughed, then put his hands over his face to hide.
"Oh, my God, Darren," he laughed wetly. "Who says that?"
"I do," Darren said, unashamed.
He got up and settled himself between Chris legs, leaned down and kissed Chris neck softly.
"Is this okay?"
Chris squirmed uncomfortably beneath him, like he was trying to get out.
"You know I like to be on top," he whispered, and his voice came out surprisingly small.
Darren sat up again, didn't touch Chris. Chris looked back on him, and his eyes were clearly masking something. These were the moments that confused Darren the most. Chris was a confident guy, he knew what he wanted, he always told Darren what he wanted. And still, he had moments when he seemed heart-achingly vulnerable. Sometimes he looked like Darren scared him, in one way or another.
"Get down," Chris instructed softly. "On your stomach, between my legs. And lick me."
Darren sucked in a breath, leveled his gaze with Chris for a split second, and did as he was told.
Once he was down there, with Chris legs up in the air, the heels of Darren's palms keeping Chris cheeks apart with a clear view of his tiny, sensitive hole, he licked a hesitant stripe up it.
"Yeah," Chris said, voice going back to the on Darren recognized. "Yeah, do that."
Darren licked harder, flicked his tongue, sucked at the skin surrounding the rim. Chris moans dragged. He was probably tired from already having come today, but Chris grabbed his cock as Darren licked him. His moans and hitches of breath became more frequent, and he jerked himself off with more force.
"Lick harder," Chris whined.
Darren pushed his tongue, then, just going a fraction of an inch inside Chris, and that was what did it. Chris came, trembling with it, and as Darren licked hard and fast over Chris hole, he could feel the muscles there tighten and release deliciously on his mouth.
Darren kissed at the skin there a little after Chris was done, just savoring the moment. This was a first. This was absolutely a first. Darren had never gone near another person's ass like this, but he liked it. He liked how he could feel every little flutter of muscle under Chris skin and how it was more of helping Chris masturbate than actual sex. The act was pretty fucking intimate.
"Get back up here," Chris ordered lowly.
Darren sat up. Chris was masking something again. And then Chris was on top of him, full body covering him, pinning Darren down in the mattress. Darren took a breath, he hadn't been prepared for that.
"Are you totally freaked out?" Chris asked, staring at Darren with an unreadable expression on his face.
Darren took a moment to hesitate. Then he chuckled, let out a long breath.
"God," he said. "No. Fuck no."
They kissed. Closed-mouth and slow.
"Good," Chris said. "I don't want you to do something just because I like it, okay?"
"Believe me, it was my pleasure," Darren said lowly.
"Good to know," Chris winked. "And I have to go now."
"Okay," Darren said, hiding his disappointment.
And then Chris was off him, stumbling to get his clothes. Darren wanted to ask where he was going. He always wanted to ask. But he didn't.
Chris got dressed, they said their good byes, and Darren buried his face in the pillow and kept it there for the coming hour.
"I'm starting to get sick of this Chris guy," Joey said.
Darren had just been jamming on his guitar in the living room while Joey sorted out his laundry, an episode of Friends on in the background. They'd been silent for a few minutes before Joey said it.
Darren looked up, confused. None of their conversation for the past hour had even indicated that Joey would make that statement.
"You don't even know him," Darren said. "What, are you jealous of him or something?"
"Ha ha, very funny," Joey rolled his eyes. He looked at Darren sternly. "I'm serious. I knew something was up with him the moment we met at that party, and then-"
Joey stopped.
"What do you mean something's up with him?" Darren asked, frowning.
"He just seems off," Joey said. "Like, he's not quite there?"
"You're taking all of that from one drunken encounter, Joey?" Darren actually chuckled.
Joey smiled back at him, but Darren got the sense that he was keeping something from him.
"You forget I actually met him that night after Brian's party?" Joey said. "When he was just here in all of his half-naked glory?"
"Okay, two drunken encounters, then," Darren teased.
Joey scratched his head thoughtfully. Darren was still smiling. Then Joey shrugged.
"I'm just looking out for you, man," he sighed.
"Weren't you the one lecturing me on internalized homophobia just a couple of weeks ago?" Darren asked. "If it was a girl, like Denice or whoever, you wouldn't bother giving me this speech."
Joey rolled his shoulders and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Okay, point taken," he said. "But can you honestly tell me you haven't ever thought that he's acted strange or seemed... unreachable?"
"Yes," Darren lied. "I can honestly tell you that nothing is wrong with him. He and I are having fun. Don't strain yourself, Joey. I'm fine."
"If you say so," Joey mumbled.
Darren felt a little bad for lying and turning the tables on Joey, making him feel bad for bringing it up but... His words hit close to home. Darren knew their relationship was weird and that Chris was weird and that most all of it was kind of strange, not exactly the ideal booty call-situation. He just didn't want to face up to it.
And it was becoming harder and harder not to, especially with Joey pointing it out.
Darren was, for once, sitting alone at the library. He didn't go there unless his friends wanted to, or unless he was completely screwed from having procrastinated studying for too long. Today's reason was the latter.
His ears were filled with music from his brother's bands latest demo, and he was really getting into analyzing the assigned acting method. Writing by hand alone in the library was very '90s, Darren was aware, but it was what helped his flow the best. Besides, nobody else went to the library on a Saturday afternoon, so it was a sanctuary among places that held too many distracting acquaintances of Darren's.
After about an hour and a half into drabbling a half-essay and trying to make sense of his teacher's all too confusing notes, he got up from where he was sitting in the corner of the library at a small table for a bathroom break. When he was done in there, the library wasn't empty anymore.
It was as if Chris presence glowed, and Darren could feel the heat of it from miles away. His heart immediately beat faster and he felt like he was sweating, but he couldn't approach. He stood helplessly where Chris was standing with his back to him. Chris wasn't alone. There were two people there, two guys, and the three of them were talking casually. Sharing laughs and looks.
Chris was going to see him if Darren sat down at his table again, and damnit, Darren was tired of compromising himself. Had it been anyone else in the world he knew, anyone, he would have walked up to them and talked. But no, this was Chris, and Chris was so fucking special. Darren held back a frustrated sigh, and went back to his seat in the corner of the library, where he'd left all of his stuff.
Chris was talking with the guys still. One of them was tall, wearing a denim jacket and a beanie. The other was shorter, dark-skinned and with a bright orange scarf wrapped around his neck. The three of them fit together. It felt weird to see Chris this relaxed and casual, to see him laugh and act normal out in the real world. The world he shared with Darren was of another nature, sure, but still.
Their eyes met after just a couple of minutes, and it wasn't like last time their eyes had locked in a public place that didn't involve alcohol and loud music. Chris looked like the Chris Darren knew, and it brought an uninhibited joy to Darren. He smiled, and was just about to get up from where he was sitting when Chris shook his head. Darren sat back down quietly, and the smile faded. Right. Chris friends probably didn't even know who Darren was, or if he even existed.
Then Chris nodded his head to the bathrooms, indicating they talk there. He held up a hand, meaning he'd go first, and then he left to go there.
After just half a minute Darren got up from his seat again.
Darren found Chris among the stalls of the bathroom, and when they were alone like this, Darren instinctively thought about sex. He restrained himself, though, and settled on smiling. Chris smiled back tentatively.
"Who are they?" Darren asked.
Chris looked down at the sinks, and then up into the mirror. Darren was standing next to him and their eyes met in the mirror. Chris said nothing.
"Let me guess," Darren said, pretending to think about it. "You don't want to tell me?"
Chris shrugged carelessly. "Pretty much."
Chris turned to Darren, put a hand on his shoulder, squeezed, then moved it to his neck. Darren was familiar with the motion. It meant that Chris was going to press their lips together, but Darren's heart was beating with defiance. They kissed, and even though it was thrilling to do somewhere outside Darren's bedroom, it felt wrong. Darren wanted... Darren wanted to know something. Anything.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked, voice hushed.
Darren let out a breath through his nose.
"Why can't you tell me who those guys are?" Darren asked, feeling as small and stupid and demanding as he had when Chris had told him that they were just casual, and that this was just college.
"What's it to you?" Chris asked. "Come on, Darren. How many times do we get to try this?"
Darren didn't know what he meant by that, but then Chris kissed him and put his hand on his crotch. Darren felt a rush of arousal, but then he backed away.
He would've expected any reaction. Anger. Confusion. Frustration. But Chris looked hurt, as if Darren not wanting to have sex with him in a public bathroom after just realizing how much Chris kept from him was that uncalled for.
"Darren?" Chris asked.
"I'm not in the mood," Darren said solemnly.
Chris looked like he was trying not to sigh, and it made Darren feel even worse.
"What's the matter, Dare?"
"You know how I feel," Darren said, his heart beating hard.
He didn't want to ruin everything, but he had to say something. And right now he had to be honest unless he wanted to completely lose respect for himself.
"Actually, I don't," Chris said with distance.
"Are you kiddingme, Chris?" Darren asked, and they were looking right at each other now. "I have..." Darren stopped to gather just a little more courage, "feelings for you and you know that."
Chris opened his mouth and closed it. He didn't look at Darren, he was just staring down at that interesting fucking floor and Darren was starting to feel everything, feel every unreciprocated emotion he had inside.
"No, I didn't know you that," Chris said to the floor. He looked up at Darren slowly. "Can I ask you why?"
There was no way of getting inside him now. Chris was closing down, shutting. What was staring at Darren now showed no trace of him. Darren swallowed, trying to find it in himself to respond.
"I- I can't-," Darren stuttered. "That's not something you can just explain right off the bat. You knew from the start that I wasn't as thrilled with our agreement as you were."
"Okay, I knew that," Chris said, still not quite there. Fuck, Joey had been right. "Let me put it like this, then: I don't believe you, Darren."
"Don't believe what?" Darren asked, not understanding.
"That you have feelings for me," Chris said.
Darren frowned. "What do you mean? I know how I feel about you."
Chris let out an unamused huff of laugher and looked up in the ceiling.
"Exactly how long have we known each other for, Darren?" Chris said. "A little over a month? Whenever we meet we have sex."
"I can still-" Darren tried to slink in.
"But you don't know me," Chris went on. "You have no idea where I go when we're done. You don't have a clue what I think about before I go to sleep unless I tell you I was thinking about doing you. You don't know who my friends are. It's downright childish of you to interpret lust and the newness of another person as love, Darren. That's what gets everyone into deep shit, and I'm not the kind of person to screw these things up."
Darren was fighting tears. Confessing your emotions was one thing. It was hard enough. Having them be minimized into nothing, into being childish, was even harder.
"I know things about you that no one else does," Darren whispered without a voice.
"Yeah, because I'm not fucking anyone else right now," Chris said. "No one else knows my current preferences. Congratulations. That hardly counts as knowing me."
Darren's face scrunched.
"Why are you being so mean?" He let out a sob.
And once one was out, another string of sobs followed. His vision blurred, and he sniffled wetly. He crossed his arms tightly around himself, trying to hold on to something so that he didn't just fall to the floor in front of Chris. He was already crying like a baby, he didn't need to add another reason for Chris to find him absolutely undesirable.
Chris put a hand on his shoulder. Darren was embarrassed to feel comforted by it. He knew it was wrong. Chris didn't deserve to pick him back up after saying those things.
"Darren," Chris said softly, and when Darren had blinked away enough tears he could actually see Chris there, not the hard mask he was so prone on hiding behind. "I'm not trying to be mean, and I'm not trying to hurt you."
Darren only sniffled in response.
"I mean it," Chris said. "I like it when we're together, but... You obviously can't tell the difference between wanting to screw someone and wanting to be their boyfriend."
"Would you stop making me sound like a five year old?" Darren asked, feeling tears stock up in his throat again. He swallowed hard to get out the next sentence, and it hurt. "Not everyone is like you, Chris."
Chris did that huff of laughter again, as if Darren's words meant nothing to him. Darren felt a fuming anger start to boil within him. Who gave Chris the right?
"Actually," Darren said. He couldn't stop himself now. "Most people don't make the line between sex and relationships that distinguished. You're just like... desensitized, Chris. To be honest, I feel sorry for you."
A beat.
Chris hand dropped from Darren's shoulder. His jaw tensed.
"No," Darren said quickly. "Don't you dare- Don't start that again."
Chris didn't listen. Chris was hiding again, something in him checked out so that the part of Chris that could deal with the situation remained. It just made Darren angry. It wasn't fair that Darren had to talk to this caricature of the guy he was falling for. They both had to be present.
But then Darren regretted his anger immediately, because Chris bottom lip quivered. His eyes didn't fill with tears, but Darren could tell that every last little muscle in his face was working its hardest to keep them back.
It was unexpected.
"Chris-"
Darren had stepped over a line. He didn't know which one, but he had. And his stomach started to hurt from guilt.
"Fuck you, Darren," Chris said, and this was a voice Darren had never heard him use before. "You don't get to be sorry for me, okay?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Besides, you don't even seem to like me that much outside of sex." Chris words were venom. "And that's exactly what I meant before. Think about how I am when I'm not touching your fucking dick. You think I'm an asshole."
Darren was about to say something, anything, but no words came out. Chris had a way of twisting words and putting Darren in a corner that, even though he knew Chris was wrong, Darren didn't know how to get out of.
"I'm leaving now," Chris said, and he turned on his heel.
No. Darren couldn't let him leave. He had to say something.
"You're wrong," he tried.
Chris just glanced back at him when he was just outside and slammed the door shut behind himself.
TBC