Glee rpf| And we'll shine like stars
Darren tries to hide his face against the pillow but milky light is already seeping through the curtains. Instinctively he stretches his arm out and his fingers meet the warmth of Chris’ naked skin. He lets his fingertips linger, pressing slightly, trying to impress themselves there so that the world can have further proof that, yes, they are together.
Since Darren kissed Chris on set while filming the break-up scene it has been a constant assault of questions and doubts and letters and, if Darren has to be honest, it has been exhausting. Sometimes he can’t help wondering why people don’t understand, why they don’t see that love doesn’t need boxes or labels or borders because it grows so much that it can’t be contained.
Sometimes he wonders how they don’t see how precious Chris is, how they don't see the way he can have a man’s heart in his hand with just a tilt of his head. And he has chosen Darren, he is the one who holds Darren at night whispering that everything is going to be alright, that he is there- hands caressing and lips kissing and heart promising.
He scoots closer to Chris, pressing his lips to his right shoulder blade.
“Mmm.”
Darren loves waking Chris up in the morning; loves the feeling of Chris’ heart beating lazily under his splayed palm, of Chris arching up to seek more contact and to feel enveloped and protected. He can tell when Chris has had a nightmare from the look in his eyes and from the way his hand closes around his wrist a bit tighter. He can tell when Chris wants to make love because he grins just so when he slots their feet together. And at the same time Chris is the biggest mystery on Earth, the one that Darren wants to spend his whole life exploring.
“Good morning, babe.”
Chris turns, eyes still closed and hides his face against Darren’s chest.
“It’s not morning yet.”
Darren chuckles, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Chris’ head.
“I’m afraid it is and they’re going to make us die on the ice-skating rink.”
Chris groans and minutely shakes his head.
“C’mon, babe. I promise you a lot of cuddles once we’ll be back at the hotel.”
Chris pulls back slightly to look at him, eyes heavy with sleep and yet clear as frozen stars.
“You always want to cuddle.”
“That is true, but this time it’s going to be better.”
Chris smiles and Darren’s heart flatters like the wings of a small bird finally back at its nest.
*
Darren tries to keep his balance but it proves more difficult than expected. He never went ice-skating before and the ice looks pretty hard and he is sure it would be awfully painful to fall. Chris is still in make-up and Darren forces himself to move from the sport and experiment a bit. He almost falls face-first on the ice. A crystal clear laugh echoes through the rink and he lifts his gaze. Chris is standing by the rail, an amused look on his face, his cheeks already redder because of the cold. Darren straightens his back and slowly makes his way towards the edge of the rink. When he reaches the rail he is greeted by Chris’ soft smile.
“I knew you would have learned fast.”
Darren grins.
“You know all too well that I’m a fast learner.”
Being able to say these things out loud, without the need to hide and pretend and push everything back down is almost exhilarating. He smiles at a blushing Chris and covers his gloved hand with his own.
“Want to join me?”
Chris smiles, shining under the snow that is starting to fall.
“If you let me fall I’ll kill you, Dare.”
Darren leans a bit closer, white clouds escaping his lips and dangling between them.
“I’ll never let you fall.”
*
It snows and Chris tries to spin, unstable on his ice-skates. Darren looks at him and it’s joy that bubbles up inside of him, spreading everywhere, caressing his heart and his bones.
He is sure he has never been happier in his whole life. The thing is, he knows he has been lucky, he knows he would never change the choices he has made, from university of Michigan to Glee, but Chris…Chris is on a completely different level. He is the present and future and substance of his life.
“Stop smiling and help me out here!”
“I would have bet you were going to be elegant as a ballerina and instead…”
Chris glares at him, snowflakes getting stuck between his eyelashes.
“Says Darren aka the small elephant.”
“Hey! I’ll let you know I can be perfectly graceful.”
He wobbles his way towards Chris until he is standing right in front of him.
“See?”
Chris smiles and shakes his head, his hands come to rest on his shoulders.
“I wish I could kiss you right now.”
Darren slides closer until their noses are almost brushing.
“Tonight I am going to kiss you so much you’ll forget how to breathe.”
“Deal.”
+++
Chris smiles at the camera, his arms stretched open. He feels like flying. He looks at Darren, sprawled on the ice holding up the camera, and for an instant he is sure he could float for real.
“Dare can you stop taking pictures? The break is almost over.”
“Shush, you are stunning today.”
Chris looks around to be sure that no one has heard. He still isn’t used to being out in the open, to being the one who gets to say that he loves Darren in front of a camera, the one who stands by Darren’s side on red carpets without being labeled as a simple friend or co-worker.
Chris twirls and smiles a bit brighter.
*
Darren’s hand closes around his hip steadying him and electrict sparks chase each other up Chris’ bones. They’ve been out here for hours, sliding and dancing and singing and laughing so hard his stomach muscles hurt. Now Chris wants to stop being Kurt, he wants to be back in their hotel room, wrapped around each other.
Sometimes it’s almost terrifying, this need to hold Darren, to just be with him, shutting the world out. Chris has never needed someone this much, wanted someone this much.
Darren’s hand tightens and pulls him closer. Chris lets his skates slide over the frozen surface until all he can see are Darren’s eyes, warm like his heart, like his skin when they are moving together, lives entwined.
“I told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”
Chris bites his lower lip, happiness flooding him.
“I want to kiss you so bad when you do that.”
“Dare…”
“It’s just that I can’t wait to be alone with you, babe.”
“You read my mind.”
Darren smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Oh your mind can be such an interesting place, especially on certain moments.”
Chris playfully pushes him away.
“You are incorrigible.”
Darren grins, skating in circles around him.
“You love it.”
Faking a sigh Chris reaches out and takes hold of Darren’s hand. Their fingers slot together easily.
“That I do.”
*
During the ride back to the hotel Chris’ whole body is thrumming with the need to touch and hold and love and he tries to keep it in check as best as he can. But then Darren smiles at him just so, his eyes clearer than ever, like brown galaxies, and random curls springing free from the helmet of gel and Chris has to turn around and look at the buildings sliding outside the window because he is not sure he can resist.
*
As soon as the door clicks shut they are kissing, all tongues and teeth and hands gripping cold coats. Chris wants to melt and slip under Darren’s skin, to live inside of him forever. Darren’s tongue is shockingly warm against his cold lips and his hand comes up to Chris’ jaw keeping him in place.
“God, how do you do it?”
Chris fights hard to make his lungs work and to gulp down some air.
“D-do what?”
“Drive me crazy. All day just watching you made me ache. The only thing I wanted was to make love to you right there.”
His skin suddenly feels too tight and Chris burns with the need to be one with Darren. He wonders if it’ll ever stop, this desire flooding him like gasoline ready to be set on fire by a single touch, a single kiss, a single smile.
“Well, we have plenty of privacy now.”
Darren grins before leaning forward, his lips brush against Chris’ ear as he speaks.
“I’m going to prepare the bath. You get naked, babe.”
It’s as though gravity has stopped working and everything inside of Chris seems to expand and to float adrift. He nods, his fingers already reaching for his scarf. Darren sheds his coat as he walks towards the bathroom and right in the doorway turns to wink at him.
“Dare, you’ll be the death of me, you know that?”
“Have you ever woken up beside you? I risk a heart attack every morning. Too much beauty can kill, babe”
Chris’ heart flutters. No one has ever made him feel beautiful and wanted the way that Darren does.
*
He gets undressed listening to the sound of water flowing and Darren humming some unknown song under his breath. Once he is naked he makes his way towards the bathroom. Darren is waiting for him sitting on the bathtub’s edge, all unruly curls and sun-kissed skin.
Love stumbles around inside of Chris making every single cell sing.
“You…you’re the most beautiful creature on Earth.”
Darren ducks his head, a smile stretching his lips.
“Come here.”
His voice is low and hungry and it immediately sets Chris’ nerves on fire. He walks over and reaches out to slide his fingers through Darren’s hair. For an instant they simply look at each other, skin prickling and hearts hammering, then Chris leans down and presses their lips together.
+++
Darren’s whole body seems to jolt, his arms coming up to pull Chris closer, his fingers digging into the smooth skin of his shoulder blades, of his sides. Chris’ moans deep in his throat and liquid fire burns at the bottom of Darren’s stomach.
He pulls back slightly, panting against Chris’ wet lips.
“Let’s get into the bathtub, sexy, or the water will get cold.”
Once he has helped Chris inside the tub he simply stares at the man lying in front of him, porcelain skin and eyes the color of summer skies, the lines and curves of his body partially hidden by the water and the soap bubbles.
“Can you promise me something?”
Chris blinks up at him.
“What is it?”
“That you’ll always let me love you.”
Chris smiles, pure and untamed.
“Only if you come here and keep the promise you made this morning.”
“Sure thing.”
He quickly slips inside the tub, right on top of Chris, whose mouth falls open, lips red and shining.
“You know there’s not enough space, but if you want I can move…”
Chris’s hands come up to his hips keeping him in place and Darren grins.
“Oh, you are not going anywhere.”
Darren leans forward to press a kiss at the corner of Chris’ mouth.
“Don’t worry, babe, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
*
Chris’ fingers move fast inside of him and Darren moans brokenly against the damp skin of Chris’ shoulder.
“You feel so good, babe.”
Chris presses a kiss to his temple.
“You are amazing, so tight and so perfect.”
Darren bites down hard when Chris crooks his fingers just so.
“Please, just…just fuck me already.”
He can’t help whining when Chris pulls his fingers out. Then Chris is tilting his chin up,
“You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?”
Darren simply crashes their mouths together, propping his body up on shaky arms so that he is hovering right over Chris’ cock.
Chris’ hands come up to his ass, kneading gently and Darren almost purrs. He loves when Chris touches him like this, as though he owns him. He reaches for Chris’ cock, holding it in place as he slowly lowers himself.
The exact moment the tip presses past the tight ring of muscle always manages to make Darren’s throat close up with too much emotion, too much need. He swallows, heart beating like a drum. Chris slides his hands up and down his back, Darren takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and sinks all the way down.
Chris’ moan echoes against the bathroom tiles and Darren opens his eyes. Chris is staring up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and lips moving around unspoken words.
“W-what was that?”
Chris’ voice comes out broken and breathless; it makes Darren’s cock twitch.
“Y-you are perfect. God, you…”
Darren grips the edge of the tub and pulls himself up until only the tip of Chris’ cock is still inside of him. Chris hands are still caressing and holding, his nails surely leaving moon-shaped marks.
“C’mon, love, take it.”
Darren is sure his whole body is going to combust. He only manages half a breath before Chris is pushing up inside of him, filling him again, water sloshing around them and dripping out of the tub. Darren doesn’t even try to stop the string of moans and curses that tumble past his lips.
“Fuck, babe.”
Chris is grinning up at him, his hips gyrating minutely.
“You’ve to work for it, love.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Before Chris can answer he reaches behind him, fondling Chris’ balls.
“Dare…ah..”
“I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember your name, babe.”
Chris fingers tighten their grip.
“Jesus, Dare! Yes, please.”
Darren presses a sloppy kiss to Chris’ mouth before moving again. He soon finds a rhythm and the only thing that exists is Chris inside of him and around him, stretching him open and filling him, whispering his name over and over until there’s no air left.
It’s so easy to get lost in this pleasure, rushing through him in waves, shining bright and clear and expanding until Darren is sure he is going to explode. It’s then that Chris’s fingers close around his cock and start pumping in sync with his thrusts. It’s like being torn open and Darren wishes he could never stop coming apart under Chris’ hands and lips.
“Dare…I…”
Chris sits up, holding him close, his cock sinking even deeper until Darren has the sensation that Chris is everywhere inside of him, pulsing in time with the drumming of his heart.
“Come for me, babe. I want to feel you.”
Chris half moans half sobs before thrusting up one last time. Darren loves it when he can feel Chris coming inside of him, marking him so deep that no one can ever erase the proof that they belong to each other. As Chris twists his wrist just so Darren squeezes his eyes shut, crying out against Chris’ collarbone.
They remain like that for a while, the water still rippling around them, their chests rising and falling. Darren trails soft kisses along the curve of Chris shoulders and thinks that he’ll never love anyone this much. There’s never going to be space for anyone else in his life.
“I love you.”
Chris’ arms tighten around him.
“I’ll never stop loving you.”
Darren closes his eyes and smiles against Chris’ cooling skin.
+++
It’s warm underneath the blankets as they lie close to each other, legs entwined and heads sharing the same pillow.
“My knees hurt like hell! When we’ll have our own house let’s get a huge tub so that we can have all the sex we want in there without getting hurt.”
Chris blinks and Darren smiles at him, tender and warm like his hands tracing unknown words on Chris’ naked arm.
“O-Our own house?”
Darren nods, curls bobbing and eyes crinkling.
“Of course. I can already picture it. it’s going to be amazing! And then when we’ll be grandparents we’re going to move to a house in the countryside. Possibly to a place where it snows during winter.”
“Dare…”
Darren frowns.
“You...you don’t want it?”
Chris is sure the happiness he is feeling will crack him open for how big it is. He simply leans forward until their noses are brushing and Darren’s hand comes up to cup his cheek.
“I’ll always want it.”
Darren kisses him and Chris breathes him in, holding him close as his love for the man in his arms shines inside of him. Like a perfect supernova.
Since Darren kissed Chris on set while filming the break-up scene it has been a constant assault of questions and doubts and letters and, if Darren has to be honest, it has been exhausting. Sometimes he can’t help wondering why people don’t understand, why they don’t see that love doesn’t need boxes or labels or borders because it grows so much that it can’t be contained.
Sometimes he wonders how they don’t see how precious Chris is, how they don't see the way he can have a man’s heart in his hand with just a tilt of his head. And he has chosen Darren, he is the one who holds Darren at night whispering that everything is going to be alright, that he is there- hands caressing and lips kissing and heart promising.
He scoots closer to Chris, pressing his lips to his right shoulder blade.
“Mmm.”
Darren loves waking Chris up in the morning; loves the feeling of Chris’ heart beating lazily under his splayed palm, of Chris arching up to seek more contact and to feel enveloped and protected. He can tell when Chris has had a nightmare from the look in his eyes and from the way his hand closes around his wrist a bit tighter. He can tell when Chris wants to make love because he grins just so when he slots their feet together. And at the same time Chris is the biggest mystery on Earth, the one that Darren wants to spend his whole life exploring.
“Good morning, babe.”
Chris turns, eyes still closed and hides his face against Darren’s chest.
“It’s not morning yet.”
Darren chuckles, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Chris’ head.
“I’m afraid it is and they’re going to make us die on the ice-skating rink.”
Chris groans and minutely shakes his head.
“C’mon, babe. I promise you a lot of cuddles once we’ll be back at the hotel.”
Chris pulls back slightly to look at him, eyes heavy with sleep and yet clear as frozen stars.
“You always want to cuddle.”
“That is true, but this time it’s going to be better.”
Chris smiles and Darren’s heart flatters like the wings of a small bird finally back at its nest.
*
Darren tries to keep his balance but it proves more difficult than expected. He never went ice-skating before and the ice looks pretty hard and he is sure it would be awfully painful to fall. Chris is still in make-up and Darren forces himself to move from the sport and experiment a bit. He almost falls face-first on the ice. A crystal clear laugh echoes through the rink and he lifts his gaze. Chris is standing by the rail, an amused look on his face, his cheeks already redder because of the cold. Darren straightens his back and slowly makes his way towards the edge of the rink. When he reaches the rail he is greeted by Chris’ soft smile.
“I knew you would have learned fast.”
Darren grins.
“You know all too well that I’m a fast learner.”
Being able to say these things out loud, without the need to hide and pretend and push everything back down is almost exhilarating. He smiles at a blushing Chris and covers his gloved hand with his own.
“Want to join me?”
Chris smiles, shining under the snow that is starting to fall.
“If you let me fall I’ll kill you, Dare.”
Darren leans a bit closer, white clouds escaping his lips and dangling between them.
“I’ll never let you fall.”
*
It snows and Chris tries to spin, unstable on his ice-skates. Darren looks at him and it’s joy that bubbles up inside of him, spreading everywhere, caressing his heart and his bones.
He is sure he has never been happier in his whole life. The thing is, he knows he has been lucky, he knows he would never change the choices he has made, from university of Michigan to Glee, but Chris…Chris is on a completely different level. He is the present and future and substance of his life.
“Stop smiling and help me out here!”
“I would have bet you were going to be elegant as a ballerina and instead…”
Chris glares at him, snowflakes getting stuck between his eyelashes.
“Says Darren aka the small elephant.”
“Hey! I’ll let you know I can be perfectly graceful.”
He wobbles his way towards Chris until he is standing right in front of him.
“See?”
Chris smiles and shakes his head, his hands come to rest on his shoulders.
“I wish I could kiss you right now.”
Darren slides closer until their noses are almost brushing.
“Tonight I am going to kiss you so much you’ll forget how to breathe.”
“Deal.”
+++
Chris smiles at the camera, his arms stretched open. He feels like flying. He looks at Darren, sprawled on the ice holding up the camera, and for an instant he is sure he could float for real.
“Dare can you stop taking pictures? The break is almost over.”
“Shush, you are stunning today.”
Chris looks around to be sure that no one has heard. He still isn’t used to being out in the open, to being the one who gets to say that he loves Darren in front of a camera, the one who stands by Darren’s side on red carpets without being labeled as a simple friend or co-worker.
Chris twirls and smiles a bit brighter.
*
Darren’s hand closes around his hip steadying him and electrict sparks chase each other up Chris’ bones. They’ve been out here for hours, sliding and dancing and singing and laughing so hard his stomach muscles hurt. Now Chris wants to stop being Kurt, he wants to be back in their hotel room, wrapped around each other.
Sometimes it’s almost terrifying, this need to hold Darren, to just be with him, shutting the world out. Chris has never needed someone this much, wanted someone this much.
Darren’s hand tightens and pulls him closer. Chris lets his skates slide over the frozen surface until all he can see are Darren’s eyes, warm like his heart, like his skin when they are moving together, lives entwined.
“I told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”
Chris bites his lower lip, happiness flooding him.
“I want to kiss you so bad when you do that.”
“Dare…”
“It’s just that I can’t wait to be alone with you, babe.”
“You read my mind.”
Darren smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Oh your mind can be such an interesting place, especially on certain moments.”
Chris playfully pushes him away.
“You are incorrigible.”
Darren grins, skating in circles around him.
“You love it.”
Faking a sigh Chris reaches out and takes hold of Darren’s hand. Their fingers slot together easily.
“That I do.”
*
During the ride back to the hotel Chris’ whole body is thrumming with the need to touch and hold and love and he tries to keep it in check as best as he can. But then Darren smiles at him just so, his eyes clearer than ever, like brown galaxies, and random curls springing free from the helmet of gel and Chris has to turn around and look at the buildings sliding outside the window because he is not sure he can resist.
*
As soon as the door clicks shut they are kissing, all tongues and teeth and hands gripping cold coats. Chris wants to melt and slip under Darren’s skin, to live inside of him forever. Darren’s tongue is shockingly warm against his cold lips and his hand comes up to Chris’ jaw keeping him in place.
“God, how do you do it?”
Chris fights hard to make his lungs work and to gulp down some air.
“D-do what?”
“Drive me crazy. All day just watching you made me ache. The only thing I wanted was to make love to you right there.”
His skin suddenly feels too tight and Chris burns with the need to be one with Darren. He wonders if it’ll ever stop, this desire flooding him like gasoline ready to be set on fire by a single touch, a single kiss, a single smile.
“Well, we have plenty of privacy now.”
Darren grins before leaning forward, his lips brush against Chris’ ear as he speaks.
“I’m going to prepare the bath. You get naked, babe.”
It’s as though gravity has stopped working and everything inside of Chris seems to expand and to float adrift. He nods, his fingers already reaching for his scarf. Darren sheds his coat as he walks towards the bathroom and right in the doorway turns to wink at him.
“Dare, you’ll be the death of me, you know that?”
“Have you ever woken up beside you? I risk a heart attack every morning. Too much beauty can kill, babe”
Chris’ heart flutters. No one has ever made him feel beautiful and wanted the way that Darren does.
*
He gets undressed listening to the sound of water flowing and Darren humming some unknown song under his breath. Once he is naked he makes his way towards the bathroom. Darren is waiting for him sitting on the bathtub’s edge, all unruly curls and sun-kissed skin.
Love stumbles around inside of Chris making every single cell sing.
“You…you’re the most beautiful creature on Earth.”
Darren ducks his head, a smile stretching his lips.
“Come here.”
His voice is low and hungry and it immediately sets Chris’ nerves on fire. He walks over and reaches out to slide his fingers through Darren’s hair. For an instant they simply look at each other, skin prickling and hearts hammering, then Chris leans down and presses their lips together.
+++
Darren’s whole body seems to jolt, his arms coming up to pull Chris closer, his fingers digging into the smooth skin of his shoulder blades, of his sides. Chris’ moans deep in his throat and liquid fire burns at the bottom of Darren’s stomach.
He pulls back slightly, panting against Chris’ wet lips.
“Let’s get into the bathtub, sexy, or the water will get cold.”
Once he has helped Chris inside the tub he simply stares at the man lying in front of him, porcelain skin and eyes the color of summer skies, the lines and curves of his body partially hidden by the water and the soap bubbles.
“Can you promise me something?”
Chris blinks up at him.
“What is it?”
“That you’ll always let me love you.”
Chris smiles, pure and untamed.
“Only if you come here and keep the promise you made this morning.”
“Sure thing.”
He quickly slips inside the tub, right on top of Chris, whose mouth falls open, lips red and shining.
“You know there’s not enough space, but if you want I can move…”
Chris’s hands come up to his hips keeping him in place and Darren grins.
“Oh, you are not going anywhere.”
Darren leans forward to press a kiss at the corner of Chris’ mouth.
“Don’t worry, babe, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
*
Chris’ fingers move fast inside of him and Darren moans brokenly against the damp skin of Chris’ shoulder.
“You feel so good, babe.”
Chris presses a kiss to his temple.
“You are amazing, so tight and so perfect.”
Darren bites down hard when Chris crooks his fingers just so.
“Please, just…just fuck me already.”
He can’t help whining when Chris pulls his fingers out. Then Chris is tilting his chin up,
“You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?”
Darren simply crashes their mouths together, propping his body up on shaky arms so that he is hovering right over Chris’ cock.
Chris’ hands come up to his ass, kneading gently and Darren almost purrs. He loves when Chris touches him like this, as though he owns him. He reaches for Chris’ cock, holding it in place as he slowly lowers himself.
The exact moment the tip presses past the tight ring of muscle always manages to make Darren’s throat close up with too much emotion, too much need. He swallows, heart beating like a drum. Chris slides his hands up and down his back, Darren takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and sinks all the way down.
Chris’ moan echoes against the bathroom tiles and Darren opens his eyes. Chris is staring up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and lips moving around unspoken words.
“W-what was that?”
Chris’ voice comes out broken and breathless; it makes Darren’s cock twitch.
“Y-you are perfect. God, you…”
Darren grips the edge of the tub and pulls himself up until only the tip of Chris’ cock is still inside of him. Chris hands are still caressing and holding, his nails surely leaving moon-shaped marks.
“C’mon, love, take it.”
Darren is sure his whole body is going to combust. He only manages half a breath before Chris is pushing up inside of him, filling him again, water sloshing around them and dripping out of the tub. Darren doesn’t even try to stop the string of moans and curses that tumble past his lips.
“Fuck, babe.”
Chris is grinning up at him, his hips gyrating minutely.
“You’ve to work for it, love.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Before Chris can answer he reaches behind him, fondling Chris’ balls.
“Dare…ah..”
“I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember your name, babe.”
Chris fingers tighten their grip.
“Jesus, Dare! Yes, please.”
Darren presses a sloppy kiss to Chris’ mouth before moving again. He soon finds a rhythm and the only thing that exists is Chris inside of him and around him, stretching him open and filling him, whispering his name over and over until there’s no air left.
It’s so easy to get lost in this pleasure, rushing through him in waves, shining bright and clear and expanding until Darren is sure he is going to explode. It’s then that Chris’s fingers close around his cock and start pumping in sync with his thrusts. It’s like being torn open and Darren wishes he could never stop coming apart under Chris’ hands and lips.
“Dare…I…”
Chris sits up, holding him close, his cock sinking even deeper until Darren has the sensation that Chris is everywhere inside of him, pulsing in time with the drumming of his heart.
“Come for me, babe. I want to feel you.”
Chris half moans half sobs before thrusting up one last time. Darren loves it when he can feel Chris coming inside of him, marking him so deep that no one can ever erase the proof that they belong to each other. As Chris twists his wrist just so Darren squeezes his eyes shut, crying out against Chris’ collarbone.
They remain like that for a while, the water still rippling around them, their chests rising and falling. Darren trails soft kisses along the curve of Chris shoulders and thinks that he’ll never love anyone this much. There’s never going to be space for anyone else in his life.
“I love you.”
Chris’ arms tighten around him.
“I’ll never stop loving you.”
Darren closes his eyes and smiles against Chris’ cooling skin.
+++
It’s warm underneath the blankets as they lie close to each other, legs entwined and heads sharing the same pillow.
“My knees hurt like hell! When we’ll have our own house let’s get a huge tub so that we can have all the sex we want in there without getting hurt.”
Chris blinks and Darren smiles at him, tender and warm like his hands tracing unknown words on Chris’ naked arm.
“O-Our own house?”
Darren nods, curls bobbing and eyes crinkling.
“Of course. I can already picture it. it’s going to be amazing! And then when we’ll be grandparents we’re going to move to a house in the countryside. Possibly to a place where it snows during winter.”
“Dare…”
Darren frowns.
“You...you don’t want it?”
Chris is sure the happiness he is feeling will crack him open for how big it is. He simply leans forward until their noses are brushing and Darren’s hand comes up to cup his cheek.
“I’ll always want it.”
Darren kisses him and Chris breathes him in, holding him close as his love for the man in his arms shines inside of him. Like a perfect supernova.