The Wrong Drawer, Chapter Three

[foranotherworld]

Title: ​The Wrong Drawer

Pairing: CrissColfer

Rating: NC-17/R overall

Summary: Chris and Darren have become good friends, so when Darren asks to borrow a clean shirt, Chris doesn't think twice before pointing him to the drawer where he keeps his t-shirts.Except it's the wrong drawer that Darren opens and instead of a t-shirt, Darren finds Chris' deepest...but sexiest secret.

Warnings for this chapter: handjobs
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Chris knew he'd been right to be suspicious when Lea had insisted that they go out to dinner.

"You've been getting a lot of calls and messages," she said pointedly as Chris's phone vibrated for the millionth time.

It's Darren of course, but Chris has no idea what he'd say to him. And, if he's being honest, he's a little scared about whatever it is that Darren has to say to him after the complete breakdown in communication they'd had.

"It's Darren, isn't it?" Lea asked softly.

Chris smiled apologetically in response. "Yeah." He hopes Lea will leave it at that, but if he knows her, and he does, she won't.

"So," she began, pushing her pasta around the plate. "I might have totally heard the fight you two had earlier."

Chris's throat went dry. His fork clinked loudly as it hit the plate. "Oh God," he breathed.

"Yeah," she said gently. "But don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone."

"I know, but...God." A small noise of frustration worked its way out of him.

"So talk to me," she pleaded, her big brown eyes full of concern. "Maybe it'll help."

He took a deep breath. "So…Darren and I have been…" He paused thoughtfully, trying to find the right words.

"Fooling around?" Lea supplied helpfully.

"Yeah. Something like that. Except, you know, with feelings."

She shrugged. "I figured that much-people don't get that upset unless they care about each other at least a little."

Lea took a sip of her water, and waited patiently for Chris to figure out what he wanted to say. He was grateful that she didn't press him.

"Well, if you heard all of the argument, you know what the main problem is right now," Chris began.

"I have some idea," she corrected. "People rarely mention what's actually upsetting them when they fight. And only you know what's really hurting you."

"It's just that…there's no way in hell he's going to still be here when he realizes that he's…you know, straight. He says it's more for him, but…how am I not just his…gay experiment?" His heart tightened in his chest. "How?"

Lea considered that carefully. Although he was a little miffed that she didn't deny it off the bat, he appreciated her taking his words so seriously. "Well, I have to say that I don't think that's what's going on. Darren is the kind that says what he means and nothing more. But, what are you trying to accomplish by pushing him away? Break his heart first so you don't have to get yours broken?"

It sounded stupid when she said it like that. "Well…yes? I don't know, Lea. I just…am so confused. He said that he needed time to think about it-either he wants me or he doesn't. If he has to think about it, then-"

"Then he's probably someone who cares enough about you to not want to just jump in without thinking about it," Lea cut in.

Chris shot her a hurt look. "Don't you see?" he asked voice heavy with emotion. "If he has to think about it, if he doesn't know from the way that he feels about me that he's okay with the fact that I have a-" Chris lowered his voice and looked around, making sure no one was paying attention to him before continuing, " a penis, then…that should tell us ALL something."

"Like what?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know," Chris said finally. "I just…I want him to be sure because he just feels it. He should just know. If he has to think this hard about it, doesn't that change things?" His voice was small and unsure.

Lea shook her head. "For Darren, definitely not." She chewed her lip in thought. He's a very intentional person," she said finally. "I don't think it's you that's a problem at all. You're the first guy he's ever gotten serious about, you know? And there's…the other part I heard. " Her grin is so wide it's frightening.

Chris knew she was talking about the cross dressing and the panties, but he just couldn't go there with her. "So…let's pretend like you never, ever heard that, okay?" Chris murmured cheeks red with shame.

Lea shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal, you know. I don't care. I'm sure it's…hot."

"Oh God, Lea." Chris didn't think he could be more mortified, but apparently he'd been wrong. She laughed and then patted his hand across the table.

"Look, I think…I think you were the tiniest bit unfair earlier. Unless Darren did something else I don't know about-you came down a little harsh? Imagine how you'd feel if you found yourself falling in love with a woman-wouldn't you be confused too?"

"Wow, is this 'take Chris down a peg day' and I didn't get the memo?" he shot back. She's more than little bit right, and he doesn't want her to be.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'll allow you that outburst, because we both know I'm right," Lea said smugly, taking a sip of her water.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "But there is something else. We've actually been fighting all week- Ashley kind of…noticed that we've been spending so much time together and she came to Darren's trailer to confront us about it. Well, she walked on me asking to, you know, define the relationship and ended up asking him what we were."

"Awkward," Lea sang.

It was her turn to feel chastised as Chris raised an eyebrow. "As you were," she said, smiling apologetically and waving a hand at him.

Chris continued. "Well, he responded by grabbing my hand and blurting out 'we're kind of a thing.' Kind of a thing, Lea!" The last sentence was half-shouted and accompanied by a loud bang on the table. It attracted the curious stares of the people at the table next to them, and Chris looked away hastily.

Lea winced. "Okay, I can see how that might be upsetting. God, what a Darren thing to say." She paused and smiled fondly before continuing. "So…you'd already fought, and weren't talking about it and then you had another fight and on top of it all you'd had to kiss each other all day…yeah, I can see how that might be a little difficult and lead to harsh and hasty words during an argument."

"Yeah," Chris said heavily. "I guess…I was a little unfair, but he kind of screwed up earlier and…honestly Lea, it hurt. 'Kind of a thing?' He could have said anything else. I think even "I'm not sure' might have been better. I want him to be sure but I just fucking wish he'd hurry up and figure it out already!"

"Are you sure he's the only one who needs to figure things out?"

"What's that supposed to mean? I know I'm gay."

Lea rolled her eyes. "There's a lot more to a relationship than having the right genitals, Chris," she scolded. "Now, how do you feel about him? And are you sure he knows about it?"

Chris stiffened defensively. "I like him. A lot. He makes me feel…better than I ever thought I could about everything. It's obvious-how could he not know how much I like him?"

"So…you're scared that he's only around for the sex, for the-"she stops herself from saying it at the look on Chris's face and continues with, "Well, you know. Maybe he's scared you don't really like him-that it's just about how he makes you feel?"

Chris was silent for a moment as he tried to process that. "Oh. Wow. I hadn't thought of it like that."

Lea smiled sweetly at him. "And that's why you need friends like me. Meddling friends who get in the middle of fights and talk to both sides."

"And here I was thinking that you were just perceptive."

"Well…I love you both a lot. I just wanted to help. Are you mad?"

"No," Chris sighed. "Talking about it is good."

She nodded sagely. "You need to talk to Darren about all of this. You were the one that walked out, so…you kind of need to be the one to make it okay to talk. I'll l call him when I'm done with you."

Lea smiled. "Good."

They both took sips of their drinks.

"So, how's Darren in bed?"

Chris nearly spit out his mouthful of pasta. "Lea!" he hissed, wiping at his mouth with a napkin. "I don't…kiss and tell."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You can't tell the press enough about how good a kisser Darren is. Which is, of course, totally true."

Chris's cheeks were flaming. "Well, you know, we haven't done…everything yet, but…what we have done has been pretty great," he said quietly, grinning to himself.

"Still here, Colfer?"

Chris blinked away the thought of Darren's eyes blazing into his as he took Chris's cock deep inside of his hot, wet mouth. "Yeah," he said weakly.

"He must be some kind of sex god to make you space out like that," she speculated.

"Honestly, Lea, are you sure you aren't one of our obsessed fan girls?"

She laughed. "You know, you really should text him back…he's probably a lot worse than he was when I left him a while ago."

"Yeah. I know." He picked up his phone.

Chris: We should talk. Come over at 8?

It took Darren a grand total of 10 seconds to reply.

Darren: Thank God. I was beginning to get a little worried. I'll be there.

At precisely 7:48 pm, Chris heard a familiar thumping noise outside of his door.

Chris opened the door. "You're so loud for someone so small," he commented, stepping aside to let Darren in.

He looked a mess. His eyes were red. Had he…been crying? Surely not.

"Darren…are you okay?" Chris asked, awkwardness forgotten for a moment.

He smiled shakily. "I've been really torn up about a few things," he admitted, voice rough with emotion. "And then after the conversation we had, and the way you weren't answering, I was scared you were off somewhere doing something crazy to forget about it all. "

Chris had to admit, he'd been thinking of going out to a club, getting drunk, making out with some stranger and grinding him into a wall until a meaningless orgasm washed over them.

"Well, you have Lea and her interfering ways to thank for that," Chris said, walking over to the couch and sitting on it stiffly. Darren took the other end, and they stared at each other for a long moment.

Chris coughed, breaking the tension and squeezed his hands together. He took a deep breath, ignored the rising urge to vomit and/or run away and said, "Well, first off, I said a lot of really harsh things earlier that I didn't mean. I'm…sorry about those."

Darren nodded. "I know. I knew you were…upset about what happened with Ashley."

Chris's hands slowed their wringing motions. "Yeah. Honestly…it still hurts." He looked away.

Darren shifted a little closer. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say."

"You could have just said what you felt!" Chris half-shouted.

Darren sighed. "What I feel…is…complicated."

"Try," Chris pleaded. "I've never really done this before," he confessed.

Darren's head shot up. "What?"

Chris's cheeks were red with shame. "I mean…I've done things with people. Casual hookups, drunken moments that didn't really mean anything. I had to know, you know? But…I've never been in this deep with anyone. I was this awkward kid, and then I got famous, and...I don't know. I never found the time."

Darren opened his mouth to speak, but Chris put a hand up to stop him.

"Wait. There's more." He clenched his fists tight on his lap before finding the courage to continue. "Then…I told you to open the wrong drawer. Then you tell me you've had somewhat of a crush on me formonths and you don't care that I'm a freak, in fact, you like it. The fact that someone like you, someone normal, could like me, in spite of my…habit, makes me feel…amazing."

"So…do you…actually want to be with me, or are here because I'm like…Prozac with a cock?" Darren asked, forcing himself to meet Chris's eyes.

A snort of hysterical laughter escaped him before he could stop it. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really. Is it just because I'm here?"

Chris thought he was going to throw up as he sat there frozen under Darren's penetrating gaze. "I don't know. I'm not sure," he managed to say, bottom lip quivering and eyes burning with unshed tears. "You're just the kind of person who makes people feel good-isn't it just part of who you are?"

And then the dam breaks loose inside of him, and Chris can't stop the tears from spilling down his face.

Darren watched him, unsure of what to do or how he felt about this scene. Part of him, the part that's falling in love with Chris, couldn't bear the sight. Another part, the part that's hurt, confused and insecure, was glad to see him suffer for the hell Chris had put him through the past few days.

Darren set his jaw, pushed the weaker side down, and crawled over the couch so he could wrap his arms around Chris's shaking shoulders.

"Don't," Chris gasped. He twisted, trying to escape Darren's embrace, but found that he couldn't. "Please. Just let me go."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to care about you so damn much!" Chris yelled. The words seemed to echo against the walls.

"So you do care," Darren said softly, squeezing Chris a little tighter.

"I don't cry like an idiot for just anyone, Darren. If you were smart, then you'd just leave. It'd be so much easier for you."

It's as much of a 'yes' as Darren is going to get. "Is that what you really, really want, Chris?"

Chris's side pressed into Darren's chest as he takes a deep, calming breath. "No. But it's just me being selfish. "

"Hmmm," Darren murmured. "It would be easier. And maybe smarter. But I'm a pretty dumb guy, so…I'm not going anywhere. In spite of how confusing and complicated this is, I can't tear myself away from you. You make me feel so many things. So much so that half of me doesn't care if I'm just your happy pill."

Chris's breath hitched. "You're more than that and you know it, Darren. I guess I'm confused too," he admitted.

"About what?"

"I just can't believe you mean things like that." The sobbing, which had begun to die down, began anew.

"Why not?" Darren waited for Chris's answer with bated breath-his first instinct was to feel hurt, but Darren realized that Chris's struggle had little to do with him at all.

"Chris," he breathed, "Why not? Why don't you think I could care about you?" He held tightly to Chris's still shaking shoulders. He sounded like a wounded animal-it was horrible. Darren barely understands how Chris was breathing through all of this.

"Chris, god damn it, look at me!" Darren pulled away and shook Chris's shoulders a little.

A few more hiccups, a few more hysterical sobs, but that seemed to be enough to get Chris to calm down a little.

"S-sorry," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"Want some water?"

Chris nodded. Darren got up and grabbed two bottles from the fridge. He uncapped one and handed it to Chris.

Chris took a few long gulps from the bottle, then set it down and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand.

He sniffed a little, and Darren appeared at his side with a Kleenex. He pretended to busy himself with opening his bottle of water while Chris blew his nose. Chris protested when Darren grabbed it delicately by a corner and took it to the trash.

"I'm sure I look horrible right now," Chris said, trying to make a joke.

"Hey now" Darren chided, taking Chris's face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I know this might be a loaded word for us, but you're always beautiful to me."

Darren felt Chris's cheeks heat up under his hands.

"Thanks," Chris said quietly. Darren backed away, standing there awkwardly for a moment.

Chris slid off the couch and rested his back against it as sat on the floor, knees bent. Darren mirrored him.

"Sorry for that outburst," Chris muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Why? Why are you so scared of letting me see you? I've kind of seen all there is to see, and I'm still here, aren't I? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Chris swallowed uncomfortably. "It means a lot. Probably too much."

Darren put a hand on his knee. "Well, you probably mean too much to me too," he admitted, leaning over slowly and kissing Chris tenderly.

Chris yielded to him, and somehow their bodies shifted until Darren was on top of Chris, who was clutching at him desperately.

"Wait," Darren said, breath ragged. "There's still too much to say."

Chris moaned miserably. "I know. Can't we just…" He rolled his hips up into Darren's and they gasped into each other's mouths as their lips met again.

Darren groaned. "Don't tempt me." He rolled off of Chris and lay beside him, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He brought his hands up and ran them through his short curls. He sat up and looked down at Chris. "Why are you so afraid of falling for me? You said you already were, and you know I already am. Why do you keep trying to push me away?"

"Because I'm crazy," Chris answered. "I'm neurotic and inexperienced and complicated. I'm a guy, and you're totally straight. You're going to wake up one day and realize that you belong with a woman and you'll crush my soul when you leave."

"Even if you were crazy and even though this whole situation is complicated you're still wonderful to me. I'm still here, and I still want to be with you. And I know you're a guy, Chris. That's kind of why I'm so attracted to you. So if you want to stop holding the fact that you're the first guy I've ever found myself falling in love with against me, that'd be great. Yeah, I still think boobs are really nice and distracting, but I don't see how that makes what I feel for you less legitimate."

Chris sat up and looked into Darren's eyes for a long moment, searching them for any hint of deception or uncertainty. "Okay," he said. "I'm sorry for…doubting you."

Darren relaxed a little. "This isn't going to be easy, but if you're still in, then so am I."

Chris blinked. "I don't understand why you're still here. I put you through a lot this week. I'm being so goddamned difficult, and I'm weird, and-"

"Enough," Darren said softly. "You're not weird. If you're weird, then I'm weird. We're being weird together, remember? So don't do that to yourself anymore. You are what you are, and I like it. And yes, you are really, really stubborn. But that's just you."

Chris smiled weakly at him. "Why are you so flawless?"

Darren snorted. "You clearly have a selective memory. Whatever happened to being mad at me for 'kind of a thing'?"

"Oh right, "Chris said dully.

"So I thought about it, and…we spend a lot of time together, we have sex, we fight and have heart to hearts about it, and we're going to have make up sex really soon, so…we're at least dating, right? That seems like a good place to start."

Dating.

They were dating.

"We're dating," Chris said aloud, testing it out loud. It sounded magnificent. "Okay. I'm in."

"Okay?" Darren inquired, a smile curving his lips. "You sound surprised."

"Just surprised at how nice it sounded, that's all. I've never dated anyone before."

"Well, hopefully I won't screw it up too much," Darren said, rubbing his hands together nervously.

Chris smiled. "You're really cute when you're nervous."

Darren smiled back and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"Bedroom," Darren called as he made his way down the hall.

Chris has walked this path a million times, from living room to bed room, walked it to have sex with Darren, but somehow, it's more exciting, because now they're dating. The word sends another thrill through him. It's freeing, in a way. He can give more because he knows what he's receiving is meant to mean as much as does to him. They aren't fooling around, they aren't friends with benefits. They aren't 'kind of a thing.' They're dating. Officially.

Chris held that word to his heart as he moved to lay on the bed and let Darren have his deliciously wicked way with him.

Darren smiled softly as he curled a hand around Chris's wrist to stop him. "We're going to do things a little differently tonight. I want you to have your way with me. You have some serious skills that are being put to waste."

Chris's throat went dry. "I don't…I like what you do, Darren . I love everything you do to me." He didn't want to be in control of all of it. It was so much easier to surrender to Darren's hands and mouth, to come undone beneath him than to have to do all of the thinking himself.

Darren grinned. "Well, not that that's not nice to hear, but, hey, didn't you think that maybe I want to be at your mercy sometimes, too?"

"Actually, no," Chris replied, a little bewildered.

Darren spread himself across Chris's bed. "Have your way with me, Colfer. Free reign. Unless you want to try a Cleveland steamroller on me or something. I don't think I' m quite that adventurous."

Chris barked out a laugh, remembering the day Darren had showed him the ridiculous urban dictionary link Joey had sent him. "Oh my God Darren, why would you even say that?"

Darren grinned. "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Now get down here and ravish me."

Chris giggled as he climbed onto the bed. "You're ridiculous."

Darren just waggled his eyebrows and pulled Chris down on top of him.

"You know you love it."

Yeah. He thought. I kind of do love you already.

He couldn't say that now because he didn't know if he'd thought it because he meant it or because he was particularly emotionally vulnerable tonight. He tried his best to tell Darren how he felt as he undressed him slowly, worshipping him with his hands and mouth. He made a thorough exploration of Darren's body, noting the spots that made him gasp or squirm. He wrapped a hand around Darren's cock, watching his face intently as he stroked.

At first his expression was peaceful and sweet. His eyes drifted closed as the initial pleasure of being touched washed over him. As the feeling intensified, and his cock hardened, Darren's lips parted and he licked his lips. Chris loved his lips-they were lush and full and pink, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning over and kissing them a few times.

Small, breathy noises escaped him when Chris gripped him a little tighter and swiped his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. Chris could tell Darren was close when his eyes crinkled and his hips rose off the bed to meet Chris's strokes.

"Fuck, "Darren murmured. He gave a gasping cry as his mouth fell open, his back arched and he came all over Chris's hand.

Chris squeezed gently and went to the bathroom for a towel. He wiped his hand off and went back to the bed to swipe at Darren's stomach.

"Jesus," Darren breathed. "That was…awesome."

Chris smiled, then squeaked as Darren reversed their positions and pressed him into the bed.

"Now it's time for me to return the favor."

Darren kissed his way hurriedly down Chris's body and had him gasping and shuddering into his mouth a few minutes later. Touching Darren had turned him on so much that it had only taken a few moments of Darren's hot, wet mouth around his cock to make him fall apart.

Darren slithered up Chris' body and snuggled in beside him.

"Set an alarm," Chris said sleepily against Darren's chest.

"That means I have to get up and get one of our phones," Darren pointed out.

"Well, I came last, so you owe me one," Chris offered.

"Those two things are completely unrelated."

"So?"

"Come on, Chris," Darren whined. "I'm the guest. You should be a good host and go get yours."

"Don't wanna," Chris replied. "I'll reward you for it in the morning if you do it."

Darren's breath hitched. "How?"

Chris smiled. "Presents are always better when you're surprised. If you really want to know, then you'll get your ass up and go find a phone." And, knowing that he'd won, Chris disentangled himself and got under the covers. He settled in for a good night's sleep, and said no more.

Darren groaned and dragged himself out of bed. It took him a bit of effort, but he found Chris's phone, set an alarm, and plugged it into the charger. He turned off all the lights in the apartment and crawled in next to Chris a few minutes later, running his feet down Chris's calves.

Chris shivered and rolled away. "Your feet are cold," he complained, not even opening his eyes.

"S'what you get" Darren grumbled. "for making me go get it."

"See if I wake you up with a blowjob in the morning," Chris huffed, although he snuggled back into Darren's embrace.
Darren chuckled low in his throat, ignored the threat and fell asleep promptly.

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