fic: may i hold you?
title: may i hold you?
pairing: crisscolfer
word count: 1200 (give or take a few words)
summary: sequel to twenty four.
a/n: laffing at the last line please love me. written for Gabby because she wanted things. title from May I by Trading Yesterday. listen to it.
---
The revelation hit him hard and he stood frozen under the heavy rain burdening the New York street. He knew he had an interview or something but he was unable to move.
He was falling in love with Chris Colfer.
Knowing he had not much time (fuck, he had no time…) he hailed a cab and tucked his suitcase under his feet, delivering urgent instructions to the airport where he knew Chris would be.
But by the time he got there his flight had already left.
Chris was gone.
---
Darren’s publicist was pissed at him for his lateness but Darren couldn’t give a fuck.
Not when Chris was so far away, not knowing the truth.
---
The interview went by in a haze. Darren made sure he smiled, delivered the lines he knew they wanted to hear (occasionally adding his own script and opinions when it was something he was truly passionate about) and then it was over.
That night he ate pizza and broke up with his girlfriend.
---
The rain fell for a full week until he was finally able to return to LA. The sun greeted him like a warm old friend but he barely had time to bask in the sunny glow before he was whisked off to set.
He practically inhaled the coffee a set worker slipped him and was searching for actual food when he spotted him.
Across the room, deep in conversation with Lea, Chris stood, his arms loosely by his sides, his smile wide and friendly. Darren felt a pang of hurt in his chest.
He had clearly let her in. why was it so hard with him?
It’s different and you know that, Darren’s mind told him.
Yes, he agreed as Chris met his eye across the room, the blue brightening for a split second before they drifted back to pretty grey, and back to Lea.
It was different with him.
---
That day they were filming the big super bowl episode so they kept them back until the very early morning hours to shoot the actual football scenes.
Darren brought Chris coffee as they waited for their call.
“Thanks,” he said gratefully, taking a deep sip. Darren bit back a moan as he watched the way his Adam’s apple elegantly bobbed, the muscles in his throat straining just slightly with the swallow, his eyelashes fluttering shut as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.
Darren swallowed hard, and re-wrapped his scarf to distract himself.
“It’s going to be a long night,” Chris predicted.
Darren could only nod.
---
The stadium lights were bright and they were the only thing keeping Darren awake right now.
That and the warm press of Chris’s arm against his.
The stands were packed and they were all packed together. Although Darren wasn’t complaining. Not at all. In fact, Mike had given him a knowing grin when Chris apologised for stepping on his toes again.
The prices you pay…
They had pretty much been on set together all day but Chris hadn’t mentioned the kiss once or even anything that had transpired in the elevator.
But Darren wanted to talk about it. He wanted to tell him how he felt now.
He just needed to find the right moment.
---
By the time they were allowed to leave Chris was half asleep, his head drooping against Darren’s shoulder. Darren carded a hand through his hair gently, trying not to scare him.
“Wake up sleeping beauty,” he cooed softly, amused as Chris glared up at him. “Oh Chris… you can’t drive like this…”
“I’ll…I’ll catch a cab…” Chris mumbled, making no more effort to wake up. Darren felt something turn in his stomach. Chris looked so exhausted, the purple shadows under his eyes more evident than ever. Darren couldn’t resist running his hand under them, smiling at the way Chris’s eyes fluttered gently shut once more.
“You can crash at mine,” Darren offered.
Chris didn’t protest.
---
Chris dozed in and out of consciousness the entire ride home. It was unnervingly distracting, the light pink dust of blush from the cool winter’s night, the peaceful flutter of his closed eyelids, the slight part in his perfect lips, so seemingly soft and utterly kissable…
Darren nearly crashed more times watching him than he’d like to admit.
When they reached his apartment block Darren parked and unwillingly tapped Chris’s shoulder, gently rousing him to consciousness.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” he said softly, resisting the urge to reach up and brush the adorable matter of hair from his slowly opening eyes. “I can’t carry you up there.”
“I’m awake,” Chris mumbled, swatting Darren’s hand away. “Lead the way…”
“Aye, aye, captain,” Darren couldn’t help but quip, grinning to himself.
His hand was infuriatingly careful on the small of Chris’s back as he guided him up the dark stairwell.
“Sorry about the lack of light,” Darren apologised, “they’re trying to get that fixed… And the mess, too,” he added with an embarrassed blush, thankful that Chris was probably too tired to notice as he led Chris into the apartment.
“I’m not an invalid,” Chris grumbled but didn’t pull away from Darren’s hand.
“Umm…” Darren blushed as they reached his bedroom. “You can take the bed… I’ll…I’ll…”
“Darren,” Chris said as sternly as he could in his sleepy haze, “you’re not scared of me are
you?”
Just a little…
“I promise I won’t try and kiss you again,” Chris added. Darren felt his stomach plummet.
If only…
“Okay,” he agreed quietly, “do you want other-”
But Chris had already climbed under the covers and was sound asleep against Darren’s pillow.
And just for a little while Darren let himself adore him. He quickly changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt, fetching spare ones and putting them on the bedside table in case Chris woke up uncomfortable. He flicked off the lamps and dived under the covers. His too alert eyes admired Chris under the sliver of moonlight that crept through the curtains. Unable to ignore the wanting ache in his chest any longer, he inched closer, carefully slipping his arms around Chris’s sleeping form. Chris uttered a sleepy, contended sigh, leaning back against Darren’s chest. An incredulous smile melted over Darren’s face and he buried his nose in the crook of Chris’s neck.
No matter what happened tomorrow he would always have tonight…
--
Darren woke to the musical chime of Chris’s gasp. He blinked his sleepy eyes open, catching a
glimpse of Chris’s mortified face, cheeks a furious red, eyes wide blown and shocked.
“I’m-I’m sorry,” he stuttered frantically, scrambling to his feet. “I’ll… I’ll just go.”
“Chris!” Darren exclaimed, startled at Chris’s abruptness. “Please, don’t go… we need to talk.”
“What about, Darren?”
Darren flinched at his waspish tone. “Chris…” he whispered, his voice breaking a little. He fought through the foggy haze in his mind, trying to make sense of his addled thoughts. Instead, he ended up blurting out the first thing that came to his mind.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
pairing: crisscolfer
word count: 1200 (give or take a few words)
summary: sequel to twenty four.
a/n: laffing at the last line please love me. written for Gabby because she wanted things. title from May I by Trading Yesterday. listen to it.
---
The revelation hit him hard and he stood frozen under the heavy rain burdening the New York street. He knew he had an interview or something but he was unable to move.
He was falling in love with Chris Colfer.
Knowing he had not much time (fuck, he had no time…) he hailed a cab and tucked his suitcase under his feet, delivering urgent instructions to the airport where he knew Chris would be.
But by the time he got there his flight had already left.
Chris was gone.
---
Darren’s publicist was pissed at him for his lateness but Darren couldn’t give a fuck.
Not when Chris was so far away, not knowing the truth.
---
The interview went by in a haze. Darren made sure he smiled, delivered the lines he knew they wanted to hear (occasionally adding his own script and opinions when it was something he was truly passionate about) and then it was over.
That night he ate pizza and broke up with his girlfriend.
---
The rain fell for a full week until he was finally able to return to LA. The sun greeted him like a warm old friend but he barely had time to bask in the sunny glow before he was whisked off to set.
He practically inhaled the coffee a set worker slipped him and was searching for actual food when he spotted him.
Across the room, deep in conversation with Lea, Chris stood, his arms loosely by his sides, his smile wide and friendly. Darren felt a pang of hurt in his chest.
He had clearly let her in. why was it so hard with him?
It’s different and you know that, Darren’s mind told him.
Yes, he agreed as Chris met his eye across the room, the blue brightening for a split second before they drifted back to pretty grey, and back to Lea.
It was different with him.
---
That day they were filming the big super bowl episode so they kept them back until the very early morning hours to shoot the actual football scenes.
Darren brought Chris coffee as they waited for their call.
“Thanks,” he said gratefully, taking a deep sip. Darren bit back a moan as he watched the way his Adam’s apple elegantly bobbed, the muscles in his throat straining just slightly with the swallow, his eyelashes fluttering shut as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.
Darren swallowed hard, and re-wrapped his scarf to distract himself.
“It’s going to be a long night,” Chris predicted.
Darren could only nod.
---
The stadium lights were bright and they were the only thing keeping Darren awake right now.
That and the warm press of Chris’s arm against his.
The stands were packed and they were all packed together. Although Darren wasn’t complaining. Not at all. In fact, Mike had given him a knowing grin when Chris apologised for stepping on his toes again.
The prices you pay…
They had pretty much been on set together all day but Chris hadn’t mentioned the kiss once or even anything that had transpired in the elevator.
But Darren wanted to talk about it. He wanted to tell him how he felt now.
He just needed to find the right moment.
---
By the time they were allowed to leave Chris was half asleep, his head drooping against Darren’s shoulder. Darren carded a hand through his hair gently, trying not to scare him.
“Wake up sleeping beauty,” he cooed softly, amused as Chris glared up at him. “Oh Chris… you can’t drive like this…”
“I’ll…I’ll catch a cab…” Chris mumbled, making no more effort to wake up. Darren felt something turn in his stomach. Chris looked so exhausted, the purple shadows under his eyes more evident than ever. Darren couldn’t resist running his hand under them, smiling at the way Chris’s eyes fluttered gently shut once more.
“You can crash at mine,” Darren offered.
Chris didn’t protest.
---
Chris dozed in and out of consciousness the entire ride home. It was unnervingly distracting, the light pink dust of blush from the cool winter’s night, the peaceful flutter of his closed eyelids, the slight part in his perfect lips, so seemingly soft and utterly kissable…
Darren nearly crashed more times watching him than he’d like to admit.
When they reached his apartment block Darren parked and unwillingly tapped Chris’s shoulder, gently rousing him to consciousness.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” he said softly, resisting the urge to reach up and brush the adorable matter of hair from his slowly opening eyes. “I can’t carry you up there.”
“I’m awake,” Chris mumbled, swatting Darren’s hand away. “Lead the way…”
“Aye, aye, captain,” Darren couldn’t help but quip, grinning to himself.
His hand was infuriatingly careful on the small of Chris’s back as he guided him up the dark stairwell.
“Sorry about the lack of light,” Darren apologised, “they’re trying to get that fixed… And the mess, too,” he added with an embarrassed blush, thankful that Chris was probably too tired to notice as he led Chris into the apartment.
“I’m not an invalid,” Chris grumbled but didn’t pull away from Darren’s hand.
“Umm…” Darren blushed as they reached his bedroom. “You can take the bed… I’ll…I’ll…”
“Darren,” Chris said as sternly as he could in his sleepy haze, “you’re not scared of me are
you?”
Just a little…
“I promise I won’t try and kiss you again,” Chris added. Darren felt his stomach plummet.
If only…
“Okay,” he agreed quietly, “do you want other-”
But Chris had already climbed under the covers and was sound asleep against Darren’s pillow.
And just for a little while Darren let himself adore him. He quickly changed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt, fetching spare ones and putting them on the bedside table in case Chris woke up uncomfortable. He flicked off the lamps and dived under the covers. His too alert eyes admired Chris under the sliver of moonlight that crept through the curtains. Unable to ignore the wanting ache in his chest any longer, he inched closer, carefully slipping his arms around Chris’s sleeping form. Chris uttered a sleepy, contended sigh, leaning back against Darren’s chest. An incredulous smile melted over Darren’s face and he buried his nose in the crook of Chris’s neck.
No matter what happened tomorrow he would always have tonight…
--
Darren woke to the musical chime of Chris’s gasp. He blinked his sleepy eyes open, catching a
glimpse of Chris’s mortified face, cheeks a furious red, eyes wide blown and shocked.
“I’m-I’m sorry,” he stuttered frantically, scrambling to his feet. “I’ll… I’ll just go.”
“Chris!” Darren exclaimed, startled at Chris’s abruptness. “Please, don’t go… we need to talk.”
“What about, Darren?”
Darren flinched at his waspish tone. “Chris…” he whispered, his voice breaking a little. He fought through the foggy haze in his mind, trying to make sense of his addled thoughts. Instead, he ended up blurting out the first thing that came to his mind.
“I think I’m in love with you.”