Author's Chapter Notes:
Hey guys! Sorry It's been so long, I kinda lost my motivation after a little bit but I'm getting back into it hopefully, we'll just see where it goes from here! Oh, and there is smut here, its basically 2500 words of smut :P

And I just want to say a huge thanks to any and everyone who has reviewed! Its really awesome!

'Hey! Hey Chris! Wake up! Chris? Wake up!' Make it stop! Chris thought to himself as the incessant voice continued to reverberate inside his skull. He had the first day of shooting for season 4 today and that was great, but who said the early wake ups were as fun? Shaking his head, he rid himself of the last remnants of sleep.
'Hmm, I'm awake. What do you want?' He demanded, upset that he had been woken up so early.
'It's officially the start of shooting for season 4!' Darren exclaimed, practically jumping up and down on Chris' bed. Chris regretted giving Darren a key now, actually, why had he thought it would ever be a good idea in the first place? He looked at Darren properly for the first time since he had woken up. God he was gorgeous! His hair was natural, he had obviously not attempted to comb it or tame it in any way. His eyes were bright and clear. He was wearing a simple white collared shirt and a pair of jeans. It was simple but oh so effective. Chris' mouth went dry and he had to force down several fantasies. He would write it down later, he was a writer and most people didn't know it but a lot of his stories were based on real events. However these would be drabbles he wasn't about to share with anyone. Darren was looking at him funny.
'What?' He asked.

Darren ran up the stairs. He was excited! First day of season 4! He let himself into Chris' apartment and was disappointed when the aroma of coffee was noticeably absent. He looked around; Chris surely wouldn't forget the first day of shooting would he? No, surely he couldn't be in bed. Darren gasped audibly as he saw Chris gently slumbering in his king sized bed. Perfect for sex, he found himself thinking. He smiled a little guiltily to himself, knowing that Chris was safely asleep and he didn't intend to go any further with this particular line of thought. Chris rolled over in his sleep and Darren could fully appreciate how gorgeous Chris was. Chris was shirtless, with the sheets around his waist. His abs were defined in the morning sun and his hair was spread out on his pillow. Without any hairspray, his hair flopped about as he moved in his sleep and drifted across his face. His arms lay out to the side, and Darren simply stood looking at him in awe. How any one human being could be so perfect was unknown to him. He looked so innocent in sleep and Darren really didn't want to ruin that by waking up, but Ryan would have his balls (he smiled in spite of himself) if he and Chris didn't make it in time for the first scenes of season 4. He jumped on the bed.
'Hey! Hey Chris! Wake up! Chris? Wake up!' Chris opened his eyes grumpily and glared at Darren, obviously annoyed that he had been woken up. But all Darren was looking at was the sheets. As Chris had sat up, the sheets had fallen further down his waist, showing more of his hips, revealing that one Chris Colfer wasn't, in fact, wearing any boxers. Darren's mouth went dry, he couldn't help it, and he was actually lost for words.
'What?' Chris asked.
Darren couldn't reply, his voice, which had gotten him through Glee auditions, a live concert all over the world, and multiple intimate Klaine scenes, had decided to betray him.
He wasn't sure who had moved first, but all that registered in his mind was the fact that his lips had crashed into Chris'. He brought his hand up to Chris face, cupping his cheek. He pulled away, breathing heavily.

Chris looked where Darren was staring. Oh, right, the underwear, or, lack thereof he should say. Darren looked into Chris eyes and Chris realised he wanted to kiss Darren. He leaned forward and saw Darren doing the same, probably sub-consciously and Chris smashed his lips into Darren's and revelled in the feeling. It wasn't like the Klaine kisses; although he knew Darren didn't try and kiss differently on camera. He felt Darren's hand move up to his face and they both leaned further into the kiss. Chris was slowly running out of air and he knew that they should both probably take a breath, cool down. Which was an especially good idea for Chris seeing as he was in bed naked with just a sheet over his dick and any excitement would be very noticeable. Darren pulled back, leaving his hand on Chris face. Chris fought to try and get his breath back without having to bend over and pant like a dog. Chris, after regaining his breath had no urge whatsoever to interrupt what was probably one of the happiest moments in his life by reminding Darren that they had to scenes to do.
Chris leant forward again, this time more confidently, grabbing Darren's shirt to pull him closer. Their lips connected one again and he felt Darren run his tongue over his bottom lip, silently asking to gain entrance. Chris parted his lips and he felt Darren hesitantly run his tongue over Chris'. He realised that Darren probably had no idea what to do and he took over temporary control. He ran his tongue alongside Darren's, exploring his mouth, mapping it out and committing it to memory; he never wanted to forget this as long as he lived.

Darren was relieved when Chris took over, because frankly, he didn't really know what he was doing. He didn't want to mess this up. He felt the tingles of arousal deep in his stomach, and knew that once he started thinking about... it... He wouldn't be able to help himself. But Chris kept running his tongue over Darren's and he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. He let his instincts take over and he reached down to where Chris arousal was clearly trying to make itself seen. He wrapped his hand tightly around Chris cock through the sheets and stroked it a few times. Chris broke the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning obscenely. 'Fuck!' He groaned and he knew where this was heading. He pulled Darren down on to the bed next to him and climbed on top of him, throwing off the sheets without a second thought.
He straddled Darren's waist and Chris started rocking his hips down, grinding their cocks together. Darren broke the kiss and started moaning.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck if you want this to go somewhere other than just grinding you're going to have to stop, I'm not going to last much longer.'
Chris gave one last particularly hard thrust down on Darren and lifted his hips so he was on his hands and knees above Darren. Chris took a moment to observe Darren. Swollen lips, blown pupils, dishevelled hair. Oh, and the huge boner.
'Why are you still wearing so many clothes while I'm naked?' Chris demanded. While he was saying this, he grabbed the hem of Darren's shirt and ripped it off over his head before moving down and starting with the belt.
Darren watched, unable to do anything else but watch Chris. His belt was off soon enough and Darren knew what to expect, but that didn't make it feel any less amazing.
'Fuuccckk!' He groaned as Chris pulled his zipper down torturously slow. 'Come on Chris, please.' He begged, eyes pleading. Chris took pity and tapped Darren's hips. He lifted his hips and Chris quickly pulled off the jeans, leaving Darren in just boxers. There was already a small dark patch from where the pre come had stained the black boxers.
Chris mouthed at Darren's cock through his underwear, letting his tongue flick out towards the head.
Darren moaned and arched his back, as the pleasure coursed through his body, making him feel alive. Chris quickly got bored of having the taste of cotton in his mouth and decided he wanted the real thing.
He pulled Darren's boxers down quickly and watched as his cock sprang free, bobbing against his stomach leaving a trail of pre come.
Chris leant forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of Darren's cock and sucked hard.
'Ah- fuck, Chris, shit!' Darren couldn't form a single coherent sentence and Chris couldn't help but be a little proud of himself for that.
He took the rest of Darren's cock into his mouth, well, as much as he could. Darren wasn't small, not by anyone's standards.
He ran his tongue along the large vein underneath his cock and could feel Darren shiver with pleasure underneath him.
He pulled off with an obscene pop and took one of Darren's balls into his mouth, moaning shamelessly, sending vibrations up through Darren's body. Chris felt Darren weave his fingers through his hair, tugging on the gently but firmly, Chris pulled off and looked up at Darren questioningly but when he saw Darren's fingers squeezing the base of his cock, he realised that he had probably brought Darren to the edge.
It was only now that Chris felt his own cock, hard and heavy between his legs, aching, needing attention, desperately. He crawled up Darren's body, kissing him hard and grinding on him again.
Darren pushed him off and Chris got the message.
'Do you have any- Ahh...' he trailed off.
'Are you, Mr Darren Criss shying away from talking about condoms and sex?' He teased. Darren blushed and he gasped. 'But surely not! You wrote an actual song about periods!' he exclaimed giggling. He laughed as he reached over towards his nightstand but quickly gasped as Darren latched onto one of his nipples, sucking and laving at the sensitive skin. He proceeded to root around in the draw till he found what he was looking for and put the down on the bed next to Darren.
'Do you want to top? Or will I? Chris asked.
'Umm, why don't you, you probably know a little more in this particular subject than I do.' Darren admitted, smiling, just a little embarrassed. Chris smiled and kissed him reassuringly and for a moment the lust was forgotten and they just kissed each other, happy to enjoy the feelings, for as long as they could. Chris grabbed a pillow from beside Darren's head and tapped Darren's hips, motioning for him to lift them up. Chris slid the pillow under Darren's hips and grabbed the lube, flipping the cap and spreading some on his fingers.
'This is going to hurt a little, okay?'
Darren nodded; all he wanted in that moment was for Chris to put his fucking cock inside him. He felt Chris finger circle his hole for a little bit before tentatively pushing in. There wasn't much of a burn and Chris worked his finger in and out, before pushing a second inside. Darren closed his eyes as the burn started. He could feel himself being stretched out and he absolutely loved it. He could feel Chris pump his fingers in and out with increasing speed, scissoring his fingers as he went, twisting them. Chris went to lube up a third finger bur Darren stopped him.
'Please, I need you now.' he begged.
'Are you sure? It'll hurt a lot more.' He warned. Darren just nodded, unable to form a sentence he was so caught up in the lust.
He ripped off a condom from the packaging and pulled it open with his teeth, slipping it on as quickly as he dared.
Darren heard the cap of the lube opening and opened his eyes to look at Chris. Chris just looked at him and Darren knew he was asking one last time if he wanted it, and Darren knew he did, more than he had wanted anything else in his life before, well, so he thought, but in that moment he would have said anything to make Chris hurry up. Darren soon felt the blunt head of Chris' cock at his hole and relaxed the muscles though everything in him was telling him to tense up. He felt Chris slowly push in and gasped quietly at the burn. Chris inched forward, slowly but surely and soon he had bottomed out.
'Fuck. You're so tight.' Chris gasped out, it took all his will power not to start fucking Darren senseless. Darren was impossibly tight around him, but he knew he could, no, he would wait for Darren, he had to.
Darren had his jaw muscles clenched tightly as he waited for the pain to fade. After a minute or two, he nodded at Chris, and felt the pain quickly turn to pleasure as Chris started thrusting hips in and out of Darren. Chris angled his hips and thrust particularly and he heard Darren moan loudly.
'Fuck Chris, harder, please.' Chris knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.
Chris was hitting Darren's prostate with every thrust now and Darren couldn't help but moan, he was usually a quiet person in bed and he knew it took a lot to make him moan and scream for someone.
'Faster, harder. Please Chris,' He begged; he was so close, he was right there. He could tell Chris was as well, his thrusts were becoming uneven and for a rhythmical man like Chris, moving in time was key.
Chris leant forward and whispered in Darren's ear.
'Come for me Darren, come.' He whispered, he bit down on the sensitive spot, just behind Darren's ear and Darren was coming between them.
He felt the pleasure shoot through him as Chris bit down and he arched up, his vision flashing white as he came hotly between them, the sensations continuing to course through him. He was aware that all his muscles were clenching with the force of his orgasm.
Chris couldn't hold, the sounds Darren were making went straight to his cock and then Darren's ass clenched even tighter around him as he came and Chris was coming hotly into the condom, his hips stilling and he spilled his load. He pulled out and saw Darren wince. He pulled off the condom and tied it off, throwing it into the bin beside the bed. He stared as Darren's ass was clenching down on nothing as the body above heaved as Darren panted.
He collapsed onto the bed next to Darren and Darren looked first at the clock, and then at him.
'And we still have half an hour to get to work.'

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