Argh I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, it hasn't been as long as it has in the past but still. I'm about to watch the new episode so I'll let you go, in case you missed it, this chapter has smut, not too much but its there, all the same. Im starting to develop a bit of a plotline I guess :P

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Chris felt the bed rise as Darren stood up to get in the shower. He stared up at the ceiling. What had he done? Darren was still figuring out if he was gay, and they were best friends! And what if Darren hadn't wanted it but just went along to make Chris happy?!
Chris sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, listening to the methodical splashing of water on tiles. He started getting dressed, not bothering with a shower. He would talk to Darren, see how he feels about the whole thing before he got his panties in a twist.

Darren felt great! He decided that this was the best feeling in the world. Chris knew about Darren's feelings for him, they had sex, which, Darren thought was the best sex he'd ever had and he was pretty sure Chris liked him back, which was just an added bonus. After shampooing and conditioning his hair (it smelt great! No wonder Chris always smelt so good on set!) he threw a towel around his waist and walked out into the hallway, back into Chris' room where he found his clothes neatly folded on his bed. He dropped the towel and was grabbing his boxers when he heard footsteps behind turned to see Chris watching him,in just a lair of black boxers, and Darren smirked at him before walking over to him, his own boxers in hand.
'Hmm, Mr. Criss?' he questioned. There was a mischievous glint in Darren's eyes and Chris wasn't sure he wanted to know why.
'Watching me change gets you turned on does it?' he asked, motioning towards the slight bulge in Chris boxers.
'How can it not? Look at you!' Chris decided now was the wrong time to talk about his issues. Especially when Darren was reaching forward to cup his cock through the boxers.
Chris growled deeply in the back of his throat as Darren squeezed gently and began to rub him.
Chris' breathing increased rapidly and his heartbeat accelerated. Darren stopped and reached inside his boxers and-oh god that felt good. He looked down between them to see Darren's own hand down his pants, obviously jerking off. Chris reached to take over Darren's hand but Darren stepped back and got onto his knees.
He pulled the boxers down to Chris' knees and took the head into his mouth, sucking hard before sliding down the rest of Chris cock, taking as much as he could without choking. Chris stood with his mouth open in a silent moan. Darren rested his hands on Chris thighs, gently pulling him back and forward, until Chris got the idea and started shallowly thrusting in and out.
Darren let his tongue trail over the pulsing vein on the underside of Chris' cock, and was rewarded as Chris let out a guttural moan of pleasure.
Darren bobbed up and down, swallowing and sucking.
'Fuck Dare, I'm close, please.' Chris begged. Darren moaned in response sending vibrations around Chris' body, bringing him ever closer to the edge.
'Ah- fuck-Dare fuck fuck fuck Darren!' He wailed as Darren hollowed his cheeks and sucked as hard as he could, literally tearing his orgasm from him.
Chris stumbled to the nearest wall and slumped against it, sliding down till he hit the ground and his knees were pulled up to his chest.
Darren whimpered. Chris' balls were so clearly visible in the position he was sitting in.
He had yet to come and Chris was unknowingly torturing him. His hands were still down his pants and he was desperately jerking off.
Chris saw the obvious discomfort Darren was in and moved so that he was lying down on the floor. He beckoned to Darren in a 'come hither' motion and growled slightly as Darren crawled over to him.
Chris pawed relentlessly at Darren's boxers, obviously signalling to him to take them off. Once the boxers were thrown in some uncared about corner of the room, Chris pulled at Darren's leg until he got the message. Darren whimpered and had to circle the base of his cock with two fingers, squeezing tightly to stop himself from coming.
Darren put one leg either side of Chris' face and lowered the tip of his cock onto Chris' lips. They didn't allow his cock entrance, so he smeared pre-come all over Chris lips, staring at them as they glistened from the light from between the curtains.
Chris opened his lips a fractions and Darren didn't hesitate, thrusting his cock in between Chris' lips. He winced as Chris' teeth ran roughly along his dick and that alone was enough to pull Darren back from the edge. He began thrusting in and out of Chris' mouth, watching his cock disappear inside his mouth, his pink, shiny lips glistening, swollen around his cock. He began thrusting harder, without abandon as he was brought right back to the edge.
Chris started humming as he reached behind Darren, rolling his balls in between his fingers, tugging on them. Darren nearly screamed in pleasure and came, hot and hard straight down Chris' throat.
Chris let some of Darren's come dribble out the side of his mouth, swallowing the rest and watched as Darren eyes widened immeasurably. He slid down Chris' body quickly and kissed him roughly, both tasting the other in their mouths. The kiss was all teeth and no tongue but somehow they both knew the other wouldn't mind. Darren knew that if he hadn't just come, he would be getting hard.
He pulled back, they seriously were running out of time before they had to get to work.
'C'mon, we better run.' Darren breathed out. He knew Chris' job was secure, but if Darren put a few too many toes out of line, he would be sent straight home, jobless. And not for the first time in his long, 25 years.

Chris arrived in a separate car from Darren's, (they wanted to avoid arousing suspicion) and went straight to his trailer, he still had another 20 minutes before he was due in makeup, which unfortunately couldn't be said for Darren, who was 5 minutes late. He lay down in his trailer and began to think, which he knew usually ended in disaster. Not to say he hadn't had his moments. The Land of Stories and Struck By Lightening had been pretty good ideas (even if he was saying so himself) but they were two out of many.
What if Darren didn't actually feel the same way about him? What if to Darren it was just sex, no emotional strings attached and he didn't actually want a relationship? Chris held back tears. He was desperate, and if being a quick fuck was all he could be for Darren, then a quick fuck he would be. This was the closest thing he had to an actual relationship with Darren and he would be damned if a few stupid feelings got in the way of it.

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