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Friday night finds Chris with his hands in Darren’s shirt and Darren’s mouth on his neck. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he says, looking down into Darren’s eyes and lowering his voice. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”
“I know,” Darren pants, tightening the grip he has on Chris’s hips and bucking his own upward to meet him. “I’ve wanted it, too. Wanted it so much.” His mouth crashes against Chris’s; lips soft and warm and desperate for more. Chris’s tongue flicks toward Darren’s, and he’s just about to give a soft moan of pleasure when they’re rudely interrupted.
“Cut! I think that’s going to work. Good job, guys.” Eric is looking down at the monitor as he claps. “We got most of the scene down in the earlier takes, but I think we need to try the climax again.”
“No pun intended?” Darren asks, turning his head to face him.
“No, pun very much intended,” Eric grins. “I need to take a leak, so get your shirts off and we’ll pick back up in a few.”
“Works for me,” Darren says, throwing an arm behind his head. Almost as an afterthought, he looks up at Chris, who’s still hovering above him in the same position he was when they stopped. “You okay, man?”
“Fine,” Chris answers, rolling off of Darren and backing away to the far side of the bed. “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. You seem preoccupied with something. Anything going on you need to talk about?” Darren’s eyes are bright beneath the glare of the lighting, and leaning more to the green side of hazel than his usual honey color. “You know you can talk to me if there’s something bothering you.”
“I know, and I will. I just don’t think now is really the time. We should get ready for the next part.” Chris turns his back to Darren and begins to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re so shy,” Darren laughs.
Chris freezes, fingers still on his buttons and his shirt still mostly buttoned. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.” Darren laughs, pulling his own shirt off and throwing it onto the floor before scooting closer. “C’mere. Let me help you.” Darren says, wrapping his arms around Chris’s middle and undoing his buttons as Chris just sits there.
This is just Darren, and Chris knows that. What other people would consider an intimate gesture isn’t much different from a handshake, in Darren’s book. He’s very free with his affection and even more comfortable in his body, and if Chris hadn’t gotten embarrassed at how much he’d put in the “pro” column of his spreadsheet beside Darren’s name, that would have been another factor in the decision he’s already made. He has made his decision, and he knows it’s the right one, but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.
Chris is still completely lost in thought when Darren removes the shirt and pokes Chris in the shoulder. “Lift your arms, or I won’t be able to get your undershirt off.” Chris does as he’s told, and he does his best not to jump when Darren digs his thumbs into his shoulders and begins to massage them. “Dude, you are so tense. You’re like one big knot back here.” Darren leans back and presses an elbow between Chris’s shoulder blades, using it to knead the stiff muscles. “You’ve got to loosen up before we do this part. You’ve got to-“
“What I’ve got to do is get laid,” Chris snaps. “I'm a twenty-two year old virgin, and I have no idea what Kurt's about to go through. If Eric isn't happy with what I've been doing, it’s probably because I don’t know what I should be doing.”
“Oh, jeez,” Darren says, leaning back onto one hand and resting the other on Chris’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t know. I hope this hasn’t been too uncomfortable for you. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier, just let me know. I’m serious. Whatever you need, I’m here for you, man.”
Chris takes a deep breath and steadies himself before responding. “I hope you mean what you’re saying, because there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
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