Ficlet: You've Really Got A Hold On Me | Chris/Darren | NC-17
context: at one of the Midwest dates, during soundcheck, Greta took over the drums and Darren sang lead on You've Really Got A Hold On Me with Chris on backing vocals. Darren and Chris sang the entire song to each other. (This ficlet is for Annie. <3)
"I have really got a hold on you, Chris," Darren said contemplatively, as if now were the time for jokes, for Darren's goofy sense of humor, as if Greta and Bob and like thirteen Alexes weren't probably going to want into their dressing room in five minutes, as if he didn't have Chris pinned to a fucking wall and his cock buried in Chris's ass after a day of Chris waiting for just this, just them, just fucking. Which this maybe didn't technically count as since Darren wasn't moving except for tiny little adjustments of his hips like he was trying to get comfortable, which was probably easier since he wasn't crushed between a not-overly-comfortable concrete wall with his wrists held in place by an irritatingly strong drummer, hello, what the fuck -
"Could you move," Chris gritted out, trying to work his hips back in the entire lack of space that Darren allowed him. Sometimes it was cute that Darren could be kind of a jerk when they were fucking, but other times it just made Chris want to elbow him in the face. Not that he would, because he wasn't the violent type or whatever, but, "Seriously, like, we have two minutes dude, could you like, thrust or something?"
"You never laugh at my jokes," Darren said, his voice low and mournful, but he did start thrusting, so that was something Chris could appreciate. Appreciate a lot, oh god. Chris bit back a moan and wriggled his hips backward, spreading his legs as wide as he could with his jeans pushed down and Darren pressed all against his back, nuzzling at Chris's neck and sliding his hands down Chris's sides to grip his hips. They were still both hot from the show, Darren's fingers slipping on Chris's hipbones as he held him in place, his tongue flicking out hot and dirty to lick at the sweat on Chris's jaw.
Chris murmured something indistinct enough to be acquiescent, and Darren seemed pleased enough with that to stop goddamn talking and just fuck Chris already, thrusting hard enough to sending Chris's cock bumping against the cold concrete wall. Darren was even kind enough to ignore the embarrassing squeak Chris made at the feeling; instead he just grasped Chris's cock in his hand and held it tight enough that Chris could thrust into it. Darren's multi-tasking skills began and ended with drumming and singing at the same time. He'd never quite mastered the art of keeping a hard fucking going while also giving a guy a reacharound, but that was fine.
"You're so hot," Darren mumbled, mouthing at Chris's neck, and slid one arm around Chris's waist as he fucked him, holding him close as he really started to pound into Chris, and Chris leaned his head back into Darren's shoulder and let him. Yeah, whatever Darren wanted to do to him was fine.
Through the haze of getting pretty thoroughly reamed, Chris realized that he should probably say something appreciative regarding Darren's comment. Unfortunately, Darren said, "I love you," about a second before Chris said, "Thank you," and Darren laughed, tightening his hand enough around Chris's cock that Chris came pretty much immediately. Chris sagged back against Darren and let Darren finish, making Darren grunt as he was forced to hold Chris up. It was fair payment for mostly getting to top, Chris figured. Chris could take Darren's dick, Darren could take Chris's laziness. Darren's hands tightened on Chris's waist when he came, and he gently pushed Chris back against the wall as he pulled out. "You," Darren said, "are welcome."
"I love you madly," Chris said, batting his eyelashes as Darren did his pants up for him.
"Yeah you do," said Darren, and kissed him on the cheek.