Chris/Darren: Your Everything (NC-17)
Title: Your Everything
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,587
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Blowjobs.
Summary: They haven't had another incident in two weeks, but now Chris has a text from Darren saying that he'll be over in ten minutes with pizza. Spoiler alert: There's no pizza.
A/N: This is a follow-up to Want and You're A Dick Darren.
I'll be over in ten. I'm bringing pizza. You have no say in this. -D
Chris looked down at his phone and raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't that he minded. He enjoyed spending time with Darren.
Obviously.
He had two clear favorite moments: his hotel room in Dublin and his kitchen two weeks prior. Yes, those two were definitely his favorites for rather obvious reasons. But, just as had happened after Dublin, they had yet to discuss the most recent encounter. They'd been beyond busy with filming and promo events and photoshoots and they honestly just hadn't had the time to get together. Until now.
Chris looked around his place. It was clean. He'd showered that morning. There was wine in the rack on his counter in case the evening called for such a thing. Yes, he figured that he was ready to go. Sure Darren had said that they could keep finding more 'one time thing' places to hook up, but Chris took that with a grain of salt. There was no sense in assuming that something would happen. That kind of hoping only led to hurt feelings and disappointment. Chris had time for neither of those at the moment.
So, he just kept working on the script open on his laptop and waited for the inevitable knock on his door. It finally came twenty minutes later. He didn't mind that Darren was late, but Darren didn't need to know that.
"Ten minutes, huh?" Chris asked as he pulled open the door.
"Traffic was busy. Busy and stupid," Darren said, brushing past Chris to move inside.
"Stupid?" Chris laughed, following Darren into the kitchen before realizing that he was empty-handed. "I thought you were bringing pizza."
"Oh, right. Pizza," Darren said, looking a little stunned. "I kind of lied about the pizza."
"Why?" Chris asked, dragging out the word while looking questioningly at Darren.
"I just wanted to come over," Darren said, leaning against the counter and toying with one of the bottles of wine in the rack. Chris sighed and stepped over, pulling the bottle Darren was looking at from its hold and fishing in a drawer for the corkscrew.
"Then just say you want to come over, Darren. We're friends. We can hang out. Why are you being so weird about this?"
"I just... I don't know," Darren admitted, bending to lean over the counter on his forearms as he watched Chris pour the wine into two stemless wineglasses.
"Darren Criss at a loss for words? Color me shocked," Chris laughed, pushing a glass in Darren's direction and trying his hardest not to feel uncomfortable. What was he supposed to be thinking right now when Darren was looking at him so seriously and hardly talking when Darren was always talking?
"I keep thinking that it's going to go away, and it just doesn't," Darren said, walking out of the kitchen. Chris cocked an eyebrow, grabbed his glass and hurried after Darren to find him in the living room. He was about to ask what Darren was talking about, but he was taking a long sip of his wine, downing almost all of it in one go, and then starting up again. "I don't want to think about kissing you and touching you and sucking you off, but I just can't stop. And it isn't because you're a guy. It's because you're my coworker and my friend and I do not want to mess that up. I love having you as a friend, Chris, and the thought that what we've done could ruin that kills me."
"Nothing is messed up. We're fine. We're exactly the same as we've always been. Why are you so worried about things getting weird all of a sudden?" Chris asked.
"Because I'm not thinking about what we've already done. I'm thinking about what I want to do," Darren said. Well, that changed things.
"Well..." Chris said, trying to think of what to say. Really. He was trying so hard, but what could he say? Nothing would sound good or make sense, so he just drank his wine and they sat in the first strained silence they'd experienced since meeting.
They both emptied their glasses and set them on the table simultaneously. Finally, Chris knew what to say.
"I think I know what the problem is."
"Yeah?"
"You keep thinking about what you want to do to me and that's really bothering you. So, why don't you just do it?" Darren sucked in a breath and Chris caught him gripping onto edge of the couch cushion.
"You think that'll solve things?" Darren asked.
"Absolutely," Chris breathed.
The words had no sooner left his mouth than Darren's lips were pressing against his, the space between them on the couch gone in a flash. Chris tried to push Darren onto his back, but Darren was having none of it. He planted a hand in the middle of Chris' chest and shoved hard, not relenting until Chris was flat on his back and Darren was hovering over him.
"I think about you all the time," Darren whispered into Chris' ear as he ground his hips down hard, "The faces and sounds you make, the way you taste. Fuck Chris, I can't stop tasting you on my tongue. Please let me taste you again."
"Okay," Chris said, nodding as well just in case Darren had somehow missed his very clear response. Darren growled. He honest to god growled and Chris couldn't do anything but lay there as Darren pretty much just ripped the clothes from his body.
In seconds, Chris was naked, his cock already hard and waiting while Darren kneeled between his legs, peeled off his own shirt, and licked his lips. An outward shudder coursed through Chris, even though he really didn't want to admit that the sight was having that much of an effect on him. But, it did, and Darren could tell because he was smiling and bending down to suck the tip of Chris' cock into his mouth, just keeping it there for a few wonderful seconds of suction and warmth and pressure before it was gone and Chris was whining in protest.
"You taste so good," Darren whispered, trailing his tongue along the shell of Chris' ear, "All of you tastes so good, but your cock tastes the best." Chris whimpered and bucked up, trying to get some friction at any cost. Darren was too quick, though, and moved out of the way with a laugh. "Patience is a virtue."
"Fuck virtue. Sinning is so much better," Chris said. Darren laughed again, this time a little darker and softer because his gaze was occupied, trained solidly on Chris' cock.
"Have I told you lately that you have a pretty cock?"
"Maybe once or twice," Chris panted in anticipation of the hand that Darren was hovering above his cock, his fingertips reaching out, mere millimeters away from touching. Just before they did, though, he pulled back and moved his mouth back to Chris' ear.
"Good. I don't want you to forget," he said before latching his mouth onto the hollow of Chris' throat, sucking hard and prompting Chris to jerk up, his dick rubbing against the rough denim of Darren's jeans.
"I won't," Chris said, not even knowing why he was talking. His mouth could have been busy doing so many other things. Like moaning or sighing or, you know, kissing the gorgeous man on top of him. But no, Chris was talking. Of course.
"I'll make sure you don't," Darren said before moving his attention to Chris' left nipple. Without warning, he sucked it hard into his mouth, his tongue swirling around until Chris was writhing back into the cushion before kissing across Chris' chest to reach the right one.
"Darren," Chris choked out as he felt a drop of precome fall from the head of his cock onto his stomach. He just wanted Darren to touch him. That was all he wanted, and from what Darren was saying, it was all he wanted, so why wasn't Darren touching him already?
"Do you have any idea how perfect your body is?" Darren asked, ignoring Chris' pleas and sitting up.
"What?" Chris asked, unable to process anything at the moment that wasn't directly involving his dick being touched.
"You hide under your clothes, but you shouldn't. Your body is amazing," Darren said, sliding both hands hard up from Chris' stomach to his chest where he dug in his blunt fingernails and dragged them down.
"Fuck," Chris gritted out, bucking up but again finding his cock sliding against nothing but the chilly air.
"Beside your pretty cock, do you want to know what my favorite part of your body is?" Darren asked. Chris didn't answer, just breathed heavily and stared at Darren, silently begging him to touch the part of him that was so hard it hurt. "Your stomach. The way it's so smooth and toned. Strong but in a subtle way that is so fucking sexy. And when you come, Chris, all of the muscles there clench up and you look so fucking ripped. I could come in my pants just thinking about it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Only because of you. Seriously. I hadn't come in my pants since junior high until that night in Dublin. That is what you do to me, Chris. That is why I didn't bring a pizza. I don't want a fucking pizza. I want you all the time," Darren said, his hands moving to settle in on Chris' hips, so close to finally touching that Chris could practically feel them.
"Then have me, Darren. Please just touch me," Chris begged. He hated that he was begging, but honestly, could anyone really blame him at the moment?
"I love your legs," Darren said, prompting Chris to groan in frustration as Darren slid his hands lower, trailing them over the light brown hair that covered Chris' muscular thighs, "Which you should definitely show off more often, because they're so fucking sexy."
"Are you trying to kill me?" Chris asked.
"I'm just letting you know how much I love your body," Darren said, his tone clearly teasing though he was making a rather convincing serious face.
"I appreciate that, but if you don't touch my-"
"And then there's your cock," Darren interrupted, dropping down to lay between Chris' spread legs, his handsome face no more than an inch away. Chris could feel every little breath Darren expelled, each puff of warm air making him feel even harder than he had been a moment before. "I could write essays, books, about your cock, Chris. How long it is. The way it curves toward your stomach when you get hard. How incredibly smooth it is. Honest to god, I could just run my tongue over it for hours and never get over how smooth and soft it is. The way it goes down into these two perfect balls that fit on my tongue like they were made to be there. And then there's your come. I wish that someone would bottle the taste of you, because I would drink nothing else for the rest of my life."
"Darren, please," Chris pleaded, reaching out for Darren but finding him too far away. Darren smiled and gripped hard onto Chris' hips before finally giving in.
Darren bent down and sunk his mouth over Chris, immediately sliding down until his nose bumped against Chris' stomach and Chris' cock slid into his throat. Chris cried out and instinctively bucked forward, his hips following the source of the warmth surrounding his dick and never ever wanting it to end. It did, though, when Darren pulled back until just the head was in his mouth. He took his time mapping out the curves, sliding his tongue along Chris' slit and lapping up every bit of precome he could find like it was the stuff of sustenance.
"You taste so fucking good," Darren moaned, his mouth hardly off of Chris' cock before he was sinking back down again. His tongue was constantly on the move, tracing every inch of Chris that it could reach, tasting everything like it was the last time he'd ever get the chance. The thought made Chris' heart hurt for reasons he couldn't allow himself to dwell on at the moment. Not when Darren was deepthroating him again. Not when he was bobbing and sucking and licking and moaning like it was the best way he could possibly imagine spending his time.
"Darren," Chris said, not really knowing what he meant by uttering the word, "Guh."
Darren chuckled around Chris' cock, the vibration almost sending Chris over the edge in an instant. He slapped a hand against the cushion, grasping for something to keep him steady, but Darren wasn't willing to let him get that comfortable. Blowjobs from Darren were like nothing Chris ever could have imagined in his wildest fantasies. There was no lengthy devotion to any one thing. He was constantly changing things up. Making things interesting. Keeping Chris on his toes. It would have annoyed the living piss out of Chris if it hadn't felt so fucking amazing.
Like right then, when Darren was kissing all around Chris' cock, peppering kisses against the trimmed pubic hair he found there while his hand firmly jerked Chris off. That had happened before Chris even had time to miss Darren's mouth, and that same beautiful mouth was back before he even noticed Darren's hand leaving. It was such an overwhelming slew of sensations that his orgasms built up significantly differently than they had in the past.
It wasn't a sudden need to come. It was much more of a slow building of tension until every single inch of his body was positively humming, aching, begging to come. And yet Darren never seemed to let him. When Chris would get close while Darren was licking head of his cock like it was the world's most delicious lollipop, Darren would pull back and start sucking on his balls. When Chris would almost lose it when Darren had him buried at the back of his throat, Darren would start in with a painfully slow bobbing motion.
And then, finally, when he was ready, he would let Chris come. Like right now, when he was dragging those full lips up and down Chris' cock with suction so hard it really should have been painful. Chris grunted, jerked his hips up hard into Darren's eager, waiting mouth, and came. Darren pulled his hips off the cushion and buried his nose at the base of the cock in his mouth as he sucked Chris' come down until Chris was spent and whimpering.
"Seriously," Darren said before sliding his tongue against Chris', "I can't stop thinking about your..."
"My...?"
"Your everything," Darren said, kissing him again, "But especially your cock."
"Then why don't you stop worrying about it so much," Chris said.
"But what if it changes things? I can't lose you as a friend."
"You won't. I promise."
"That's a heavy promise," Darren said. Chris smiled and reached up to palm his hand against the straining cock in Darren's jeans.
"I know something else that's heavy," he said, quirking an eyebrow and effectively changing the subject.
"I guess the living room's off limits from now on," Darren smiled as Chris jerked his zipper down.
"It is a one-time thing," Chris nodded.
"Totally."
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,587
Spoilers: Oh god no. No no no. This is just for fun. ;)
Warnings: RPF. Blowjobs.
Summary: They haven't had another incident in two weeks, but now Chris has a text from Darren saying that he'll be over in ten minutes with pizza. Spoiler alert: There's no pizza.
A/N: This is a follow-up to Want and You're A Dick Darren.
I'll be over in ten. I'm bringing pizza. You have no say in this. -D
Chris looked down at his phone and raised an eyebrow.
It wasn't that he minded. He enjoyed spending time with Darren.
Obviously.
He had two clear favorite moments: his hotel room in Dublin and his kitchen two weeks prior. Yes, those two were definitely his favorites for rather obvious reasons. But, just as had happened after Dublin, they had yet to discuss the most recent encounter. They'd been beyond busy with filming and promo events and photoshoots and they honestly just hadn't had the time to get together. Until now.
Chris looked around his place. It was clean. He'd showered that morning. There was wine in the rack on his counter in case the evening called for such a thing. Yes, he figured that he was ready to go. Sure Darren had said that they could keep finding more 'one time thing' places to hook up, but Chris took that with a grain of salt. There was no sense in assuming that something would happen. That kind of hoping only led to hurt feelings and disappointment. Chris had time for neither of those at the moment.
So, he just kept working on the script open on his laptop and waited for the inevitable knock on his door. It finally came twenty minutes later. He didn't mind that Darren was late, but Darren didn't need to know that.
"Ten minutes, huh?" Chris asked as he pulled open the door.
"Traffic was busy. Busy and stupid," Darren said, brushing past Chris to move inside.
"Stupid?" Chris laughed, following Darren into the kitchen before realizing that he was empty-handed. "I thought you were bringing pizza."
"Oh, right. Pizza," Darren said, looking a little stunned. "I kind of lied about the pizza."
"Why?" Chris asked, dragging out the word while looking questioningly at Darren.
"I just wanted to come over," Darren said, leaning against the counter and toying with one of the bottles of wine in the rack. Chris sighed and stepped over, pulling the bottle Darren was looking at from its hold and fishing in a drawer for the corkscrew.
"Then just say you want to come over, Darren. We're friends. We can hang out. Why are you being so weird about this?"
"I just... I don't know," Darren admitted, bending to lean over the counter on his forearms as he watched Chris pour the wine into two stemless wineglasses.
"Darren Criss at a loss for words? Color me shocked," Chris laughed, pushing a glass in Darren's direction and trying his hardest not to feel uncomfortable. What was he supposed to be thinking right now when Darren was looking at him so seriously and hardly talking when Darren was always talking?
"I keep thinking that it's going to go away, and it just doesn't," Darren said, walking out of the kitchen. Chris cocked an eyebrow, grabbed his glass and hurried after Darren to find him in the living room. He was about to ask what Darren was talking about, but he was taking a long sip of his wine, downing almost all of it in one go, and then starting up again. "I don't want to think about kissing you and touching you and sucking you off, but I just can't stop. And it isn't because you're a guy. It's because you're my coworker and my friend and I do not want to mess that up. I love having you as a friend, Chris, and the thought that what we've done could ruin that kills me."
"Nothing is messed up. We're fine. We're exactly the same as we've always been. Why are you so worried about things getting weird all of a sudden?" Chris asked.
"Because I'm not thinking about what we've already done. I'm thinking about what I want to do," Darren said. Well, that changed things.
"Well..." Chris said, trying to think of what to say. Really. He was trying so hard, but what could he say? Nothing would sound good or make sense, so he just drank his wine and they sat in the first strained silence they'd experienced since meeting.
They both emptied their glasses and set them on the table simultaneously. Finally, Chris knew what to say.
"I think I know what the problem is."
"Yeah?"
"You keep thinking about what you want to do to me and that's really bothering you. So, why don't you just do it?" Darren sucked in a breath and Chris caught him gripping onto edge of the couch cushion.
"You think that'll solve things?" Darren asked.
"Absolutely," Chris breathed.
The words had no sooner left his mouth than Darren's lips were pressing against his, the space between them on the couch gone in a flash. Chris tried to push Darren onto his back, but Darren was having none of it. He planted a hand in the middle of Chris' chest and shoved hard, not relenting until Chris was flat on his back and Darren was hovering over him.
"I think about you all the time," Darren whispered into Chris' ear as he ground his hips down hard, "The faces and sounds you make, the way you taste. Fuck Chris, I can't stop tasting you on my tongue. Please let me taste you again."
"Okay," Chris said, nodding as well just in case Darren had somehow missed his very clear response. Darren growled. He honest to god growled and Chris couldn't do anything but lay there as Darren pretty much just ripped the clothes from his body.
In seconds, Chris was naked, his cock already hard and waiting while Darren kneeled between his legs, peeled off his own shirt, and licked his lips. An outward shudder coursed through Chris, even though he really didn't want to admit that the sight was having that much of an effect on him. But, it did, and Darren could tell because he was smiling and bending down to suck the tip of Chris' cock into his mouth, just keeping it there for a few wonderful seconds of suction and warmth and pressure before it was gone and Chris was whining in protest.
"You taste so good," Darren whispered, trailing his tongue along the shell of Chris' ear, "All of you tastes so good, but your cock tastes the best." Chris whimpered and bucked up, trying to get some friction at any cost. Darren was too quick, though, and moved out of the way with a laugh. "Patience is a virtue."
"Fuck virtue. Sinning is so much better," Chris said. Darren laughed again, this time a little darker and softer because his gaze was occupied, trained solidly on Chris' cock.
"Have I told you lately that you have a pretty cock?"
"Maybe once or twice," Chris panted in anticipation of the hand that Darren was hovering above his cock, his fingertips reaching out, mere millimeters away from touching. Just before they did, though, he pulled back and moved his mouth back to Chris' ear.
"Good. I don't want you to forget," he said before latching his mouth onto the hollow of Chris' throat, sucking hard and prompting Chris to jerk up, his dick rubbing against the rough denim of Darren's jeans.
"I won't," Chris said, not even knowing why he was talking. His mouth could have been busy doing so many other things. Like moaning or sighing or, you know, kissing the gorgeous man on top of him. But no, Chris was talking. Of course.
"I'll make sure you don't," Darren said before moving his attention to Chris' left nipple. Without warning, he sucked it hard into his mouth, his tongue swirling around until Chris was writhing back into the cushion before kissing across Chris' chest to reach the right one.
"Darren," Chris choked out as he felt a drop of precome fall from the head of his cock onto his stomach. He just wanted Darren to touch him. That was all he wanted, and from what Darren was saying, it was all he wanted, so why wasn't Darren touching him already?
"Do you have any idea how perfect your body is?" Darren asked, ignoring Chris' pleas and sitting up.
"What?" Chris asked, unable to process anything at the moment that wasn't directly involving his dick being touched.
"You hide under your clothes, but you shouldn't. Your body is amazing," Darren said, sliding both hands hard up from Chris' stomach to his chest where he dug in his blunt fingernails and dragged them down.
"Fuck," Chris gritted out, bucking up but again finding his cock sliding against nothing but the chilly air.
"Beside your pretty cock, do you want to know what my favorite part of your body is?" Darren asked. Chris didn't answer, just breathed heavily and stared at Darren, silently begging him to touch the part of him that was so hard it hurt. "Your stomach. The way it's so smooth and toned. Strong but in a subtle way that is so fucking sexy. And when you come, Chris, all of the muscles there clench up and you look so fucking ripped. I could come in my pants just thinking about it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Only because of you. Seriously. I hadn't come in my pants since junior high until that night in Dublin. That is what you do to me, Chris. That is why I didn't bring a pizza. I don't want a fucking pizza. I want you all the time," Darren said, his hands moving to settle in on Chris' hips, so close to finally touching that Chris could practically feel them.
"Then have me, Darren. Please just touch me," Chris begged. He hated that he was begging, but honestly, could anyone really blame him at the moment?
"I love your legs," Darren said, prompting Chris to groan in frustration as Darren slid his hands lower, trailing them over the light brown hair that covered Chris' muscular thighs, "Which you should definitely show off more often, because they're so fucking sexy."
"Are you trying to kill me?" Chris asked.
"I'm just letting you know how much I love your body," Darren said, his tone clearly teasing though he was making a rather convincing serious face.
"I appreciate that, but if you don't touch my-"
"And then there's your cock," Darren interrupted, dropping down to lay between Chris' spread legs, his handsome face no more than an inch away. Chris could feel every little breath Darren expelled, each puff of warm air making him feel even harder than he had been a moment before. "I could write essays, books, about your cock, Chris. How long it is. The way it curves toward your stomach when you get hard. How incredibly smooth it is. Honest to god, I could just run my tongue over it for hours and never get over how smooth and soft it is. The way it goes down into these two perfect balls that fit on my tongue like they were made to be there. And then there's your come. I wish that someone would bottle the taste of you, because I would drink nothing else for the rest of my life."
"Darren, please," Chris pleaded, reaching out for Darren but finding him too far away. Darren smiled and gripped hard onto Chris' hips before finally giving in.
Darren bent down and sunk his mouth over Chris, immediately sliding down until his nose bumped against Chris' stomach and Chris' cock slid into his throat. Chris cried out and instinctively bucked forward, his hips following the source of the warmth surrounding his dick and never ever wanting it to end. It did, though, when Darren pulled back until just the head was in his mouth. He took his time mapping out the curves, sliding his tongue along Chris' slit and lapping up every bit of precome he could find like it was the stuff of sustenance.
"You taste so fucking good," Darren moaned, his mouth hardly off of Chris' cock before he was sinking back down again. His tongue was constantly on the move, tracing every inch of Chris that it could reach, tasting everything like it was the last time he'd ever get the chance. The thought made Chris' heart hurt for reasons he couldn't allow himself to dwell on at the moment. Not when Darren was deepthroating him again. Not when he was bobbing and sucking and licking and moaning like it was the best way he could possibly imagine spending his time.
"Darren," Chris said, not really knowing what he meant by uttering the word, "Guh."
Darren chuckled around Chris' cock, the vibration almost sending Chris over the edge in an instant. He slapped a hand against the cushion, grasping for something to keep him steady, but Darren wasn't willing to let him get that comfortable. Blowjobs from Darren were like nothing Chris ever could have imagined in his wildest fantasies. There was no lengthy devotion to any one thing. He was constantly changing things up. Making things interesting. Keeping Chris on his toes. It would have annoyed the living piss out of Chris if it hadn't felt so fucking amazing.
Like right then, when Darren was kissing all around Chris' cock, peppering kisses against the trimmed pubic hair he found there while his hand firmly jerked Chris off. That had happened before Chris even had time to miss Darren's mouth, and that same beautiful mouth was back before he even noticed Darren's hand leaving. It was such an overwhelming slew of sensations that his orgasms built up significantly differently than they had in the past.
It wasn't a sudden need to come. It was much more of a slow building of tension until every single inch of his body was positively humming, aching, begging to come. And yet Darren never seemed to let him. When Chris would get close while Darren was licking head of his cock like it was the world's most delicious lollipop, Darren would pull back and start sucking on his balls. When Chris would almost lose it when Darren had him buried at the back of his throat, Darren would start in with a painfully slow bobbing motion.
And then, finally, when he was ready, he would let Chris come. Like right now, when he was dragging those full lips up and down Chris' cock with suction so hard it really should have been painful. Chris grunted, jerked his hips up hard into Darren's eager, waiting mouth, and came. Darren pulled his hips off the cushion and buried his nose at the base of the cock in his mouth as he sucked Chris' come down until Chris was spent and whimpering.
"Seriously," Darren said before sliding his tongue against Chris', "I can't stop thinking about your..."
"My...?"
"Your everything," Darren said, kissing him again, "But especially your cock."
"Then why don't you stop worrying about it so much," Chris said.
"But what if it changes things? I can't lose you as a friend."
"You won't. I promise."
"That's a heavy promise," Darren said. Chris smiled and reached up to palm his hand against the straining cock in Darren's jeans.
"I know something else that's heavy," he said, quirking an eyebrow and effectively changing the subject.
"I guess the living room's off limits from now on," Darren smiled as Chris jerked his zipper down.
"It is a one-time thing," Chris nodded.
"Totally."