Glee rpf| Can't get enough
The keys slip from his fingers and hit the doormat with a jingle. Chris huffs out a laugh - warm breath ghosting against the back of Darren’s neck. It always drives him crazy, the damp warmth, seeping down to his bones.
“Chris…”
He knows he is whining, but he is past caring at this point. A day spent making out in front of cameras, Chris constantly too close and too hot, has fried his nerves. Darren hopes it is not a permanent damage. Then again, even if it was, he wouldn’t care much if it meant having Chris pressed up against him throughout the whole day.
Darren has always been a tactile person. Contact meant solidity, reality, warmth. When he was a kid he wouldn’t fall asleep unless his father sat by his side holding his hand. It never went away, this need to touch and hold. If possible, with Chris it got even stronger. Darren remembers how awkward it was at the beginning, when he would constantly try to hug Chris and he would stiffen, instantly trying to slip away. Having spent the last years of his life between Michigan and Chicago with the other guys, Darren had forgotten that some people were more reserved than him. He had never cared much, but for Chris he had tried. He was careful not to invade his personal space too often or too deeply. Slowly, Chris warmed up to him, his hand finding Darren’s with ease when they were together at some crowded party, his arm sliding around Darren’s shoulder more often. For months they tethered on the brink of a friendship ready to morph into something else. Something bigger and brighter. Then that first kiss in the parking lot happened and Darren’s life was flooded by light.
“C’mon, let me.”
Darren obediently shuffles to the side as Chris crouches down to retrieve the keys and opens the door. Maybe it is silly but Darren loves seeing Chris in his apartment, moving around with ease, as though they have been living together for years. In reality it has been only six months made of amazing morning sex and coffee drunk sitting on the same chair in the kitchen. Months of Chris typing away at the sequel to “The land of stories” as Darren lounged around the living room or softly strummed his guitar as he composed. Nothing has ever felt as right as waking up beside Chris in the morning or whispering soothing nonsense to him when he had trouble falling asleep.
He is still lost in thought when Chris steps right in front of him, fingers clutching the hem of his hoodie.
“So…weren’t you the one who said, and I quote, c’mon Chris I need you to bring me home and fuck me senseless.”
Darren grins, his hands coming up to rest on the firm curve of Chris’ ass.
“Was I? I don’t seem to remember it.”
He shivers as Chris’ eyes glint mischievously in the half-light.
“Oh, that’s a shame. What should I do?”
Darren pulls him closer, their bodies fitting together as they have done so many times before, as they’ll do many times in the future.
“You could help me remember?”
Heat unfurls inside of him as Chris rolls their hips together.
“Mmm from where should I start? Oh, from the way you couldn’t stop kissing me in that car?”
Darren remembers all too well how hard it was to keep himself in check as Ryan asked them to retake the scene over and over. Chris’ slightly chapped lips on his, Chris’ thighs solid and firm, bracketing him. Darren wanted nothing more than to lose himself in it.
“I might recall it, yes…”
Chris leans forward, hot breath brushing against the shell of Darren’s ear before he bites down on the lobe. Darren moans, high and broken, hips stuttering against Chris’.
“And do you remember how tense you were? Trying not to grind up against me?”
Darren shivers as Chris’ hands slide under his hoodie and find warm skin. He remembers all too well - the heat and the need strung too tight and ready to snap. Chris had been everywhere - his scent, his lips, his hands. They have done it so many times away from the set, when they were too tipsy or too needy to wait to be back at home. Darren will never forget that one time when Chris blew him in the back of his car in some alley near an anonymous club. He loves it when Chris is so turned on that he doesn’t care about being in a public place and all that matters is getting to touch and feel and bite too.
“I…ah…I remember that, yes.”
“You told me we’d have to fix it once we were back home.”
“Yes, yes I said that.”
Chris laughs, warm breath ghosting over Darren’s lips.
“Then let’s get on with it.”
They stumble across the apartment, fingers clutching at t-shirts and roaming over revealed skin. Darren hits the bed first, Chris’s weight pressing him down. It feels so right, being pinned down, being defined by Chris’ touches and kisses. Darren lets him take control, watches as Chris removes his underwear and stretches over him to fetch the lube from the nightstand’s drawer. Since they have gone public with their relationship there seems to be something stronger and hotter between them when they do this. It has never been just sex - it couldn’t, not with the way Darren felt for Chris - but now…now something has shifted. Everything feels more real, as though with every kiss and every thrust and every moan they are truly building a shared future.
“Keep your eyes open for me.”
This is something Chris has been asking lately, he says he wants to look into Darren’s eyes when he pushes his fingers inside, when he makes love to him. Darren nods. He likes to see the lust in Chris’ eyes as he fingers him open, the way his lower lip trembles when Darren lets out a higher moan.
“I-I’m ready, babe.”
Chris nods and slides his fingers out. It feels empty, it feels wrong, and Darren can’t prevent the whine that tumbles past his lips.
“Aren’t you a bit impatient, Dare?”
Darren arches his back, hips thrusting up against empty air.
“Please.”
Chris’ hands grip Darren’s knees, pushing his legs wider. Darren feels as though he is floating, his body thrumming. The tip of Chris’ cock brushes against his entrance. And this too is contact, isn’t it? The most intimate of touches. Darren loves the burn and the stretch, the feeling of Chris big inside of him, living space for nothing else. There’s only him, inside and all around. Darren grabs Chris’ hips and pushes him closer, his legs coming up around Chris’ waist.
“Fuck, Dare…”
“I want to feel you, babe. Always.”
Chris kisses him. It starts out slow, Chris is always careful to let Darren adjust first. He is so good at reading Darren like an open book, though. A whine or a minute twist of hips from Darren’s part is enough for him to understand that he can move faster. Darren loves it when Chris drives into him harder, his hands gripping his hip tight enough to bruise.
“B-Babe…”
Chris pants against his temple, each movement perfect, as the bed creaks underneath them.
“Y-you close?”
Darren nods, curls plastered to his forehead, heat building and building at the base of his spine.
Chris bites down on Darren’s shoulder, his hand closing around Darren’s dick, pumping fast.
“Then come for me.”
And once more Darren follows. He lets the heat overflow, gasping against Chris’ lips, his body squeezing around Chris’ dick. It feels like heaven. Everything is amplified, every single slide, every single thrust. The sounds too, the slapping of skin against skin, Chris’ pants against Darren’s breastbone. Chris comes moaning Darren’s name and he holds him close, trembling along with him.
Afterwards they curl around each other, legs tangled and heartbeats slowing down to normal.
“I just can’t get enough of you.”
Chris smiles, his hand splayed on Darren’s naked chest.
“Then keep going.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, babe. I’ll never stop.”